'However', Hengyuan's words changed, 'After you fully master your swordsmanship, you can have your own unique swordsmanship, and your swordsmanship is enough to rank among the second-rate masters in the mainland'

In the Xuanwu Continent, those who have achieved swordsmanship are often divided into three levels:

Third-rate master: has gained a small experience in sword moves, has his own set of swordsmanship, and often can beat the opponent when the enemy is unexpected, but if the opponent finds the weakness of the sword move, he will soon be defeated.

It mainly exists between condensation and foundation building. There are more of them

Second-rate master: He is already quite accomplished in swordsmanship, excellent in swordsmanship, and extremely observant, and the weakness of his sword moves is basically invisible.

It mainly exists in the primordial infant and the gods. The number is extremely small.

First-class master: The swordsmanship has reached its peak, and his moves are often unexpected, and he is directed at the key point, often defeating the enemy with one move.

Mainly among His Holiness. Very rare.

Moreover, only sword cultivation is the one who makes the sword, and the number of sword cultivation is originally small, which also leads to fewer and fewer sword masters.

Hearing that he had the hope of becoming a second-rate master, Yang Yong's heart blossomed, and while admiring Hengyuan's strength, he was also curious about its identity.

Seeing Hengyuan complacent, Hengyuan smiled and said, "Don't be too happy, it's still too early for you to become a second-rate master!"

Although Yang Yong nodded, he was already thinking about the situation of holding a long sword in his hand and breaking through the rivers and lakes.

Hengyuan said: "I have nothing to do in the past few days, so I will accompany you to practice swords." ’

As he spoke, Hengyuan drew a circle around his body with his sword, and said, "As long as you can force me out of this circle, even if you win." ’

Yang Yong thought about what was so difficult about this, and saw that Hengyuan seemed to be provoking, and he was very unconvinced. After thinking of a countermeasure, he shouted, 'I'm coming!'

Raising the sword and stabbing straight over, seeing Yang Yong's pretense, the sword move was also full of weaknesses, Hengyuan sighed in his heart, but he didn't give in the slightest in his hand, and raised Hengyuan's sword outward, and Hengyuan's sword flew out when he landed.

Seeing that he had failed once, Yang Yong put away his contempt and tried his best to force Hengyuan out of the circle, but Hengyuan seemed to have taken root under his feet, and his lower body did not move at all.

Yang Yong was not convinced, thinking that he couldn't beat but could outwit him. Suddenly I thought of a clever trick and smiled in my heart. Suddenly, I saw him stabbing directly at Hengyuan, who was using the sword, and Hengyuan also felt strange when he saw it, but without thinking about it, he knocked Hengyuan's sword away.

Yang Yong saw that he was careless, so he suddenly rushed forward and crashed towards Hengyuan, seeing that he was about to win, but he didn't expect that he was too small and underweight, and the person in front of him did not move at all.

Heng Yuan was stunned when he saw him coming, suddenly laughed, and said, "The kid has some ideas, but it won't work." Yang Yong sat sullenly, seeing Hengyuan's proud appearance, although he was angry, he couldn't help it.

After that, Yang Yong continued to challenge, and it lasted for a long time. As for the result, when Yang Yong walked on the path in the afternoon, he looked weak, and he didn't want to know it.

Yang Yong bent over and dragged his steps weakly. When I looked up, I saw a lively girl walking towards me, followed by a handsome young man, who was Murong Xue'er and Murong Si.

Yang Yong stepped forward and asked, "Sister Murong, where are you going?" "Brother Yang Yong, why don't you come with us, we are going to the city for a walk." After saying that, he blinked, and it was extremely weird.

Murong Si stepped forward and said with a smile: "Brother Yang, my father asked us to go to the city to pick up a batch of goods, because the steward went out of the city this morning, so we had to come. ’

Yang Yong nodded, and then said, "I just came here, and I haven't walked in the city, can Brother Murong take me out with me?" Murong Si thought to himself that there was nothing wrong, and the three of them came to Liang Zhaocheng together.

After entering the city, Yang Yong saw that this place was like a paradise, with ancient buildings and towers, arranged in order, teahouses and wine shops, lively and extraordinary, and the parade suddenly doubled. Murong Si was not surprised to see him looking at the things around him with great interest.

The little girl in front of her was even more restless, running and turning, picking out some delicious things, but she was not interested in those good-looking decorations. The three of them walked on the road, but they didn't feel bored.

After walking for a while, I arrived at a building, only to see the plaque on it with three big characters written 'Hongzhen Pavilion'. Just as they were about to enter, they suddenly saw a group of people surrounding the teahouse next to them, and the three of them were curious and went up to take a look.

I saw a thin old man standing in the middle, and the people around him listened attentively to what he said. I only heard the wooden plank in his hand touch a few times, and said: 'Plum blossoms fall in the city of the river in the middle of the night, and the hazy trees are colored with evening crows. Several dilapidated buildings surround the old well, and they have always been prosperous. ’

The speaker knocked on the plank a few times, 'This poem says that after the battle, the original family has become a ruined place with broken walls. I just talked about the two members of the Yang family who had just come back, but they didn't see their son.

Suddenly, several people in black appeared, they were all holding sharp swords in their hands, the old man and his wife of the Yang family drew their swords to resist the enemy, only to see the men in black spread out and surrounded the two, at the moment the lives of the two were in danger, the two tried their best to kill the enemy, although the opponent fell, but the two were seriously injured'After speaking, they knocked the wooden board for a while and held out a plate. And they put some taels of silver into it.

Suddenly, Yang Yong rushed over, grabbed the old man's collar, looked very anxious, and asked, 'Where are they now?'