After a period of time, Zhong Shenxiu was really much quieter.

Every morning, I went to the clan school without moving, and then I nested in the yard without distraction.

In addition to practicing the foundation exercises in the "Zhouliu Six Void Gong", he occasionally instructed Xiao Bi'er to practice.

Zhong Shenxiu's almost all of his energy was spent sorting out the three thousand Dao Treasures in the Sea of Knowledge, and trying to transform the "Circulating Six Void Gong" into exercises that were more suitable for this world.

Since Zhong Shenxiu killed chickens and monkeys that day, he took the Yu clan brother to sacrifice the flag.

The eyes of the people of the tribe looked at him, and there was obviously a huge change.

At the time of the morning class every day, it is no longer a little transparent that is watched by people coldly.

Today, Zhong Shenxiu once again came to the clan school field according to his usual habits.

Several clans studied and taught, and for the first time, they actually gestured to him, and their eyes showed a little gratification.

People respect me for a foot, I respect people, and Zhong Shenxiu is not a lonely and widowed person who is rampant with pride.

After greeting several teachers, Zhong Shenxiu practiced the basic thirteen swords on his own.

For Zhong Shenxiu's maverick, many clansmen have long been accustomed to it.

After this period of practice and optimization, this basic thirteen swords have already undergone a radical change in Zhong Shenxiu's hands.

On the surface, it is still the basic thirteen swords, but in fact, it uses the basic thirteen swords as the carrier.

Zhong Shenxiu has integrated all kinds of swordsmanship he practiced in his previous life into this basic sword posture.

"Dragon Sword Technique", "Nine Palace Bagua Sword", "Soul Chasing Sword and Killing Sword", "Returning Wind and Falling Goose Sword", ......

The two ways of good and evil, the swordsmanship at the bottom of the box of the hundred veins of the Daomen, were all integrated by Zhong Shenxiu.

It seems to be the plain foundation of the thirteen swords, but in fact, it is the culmination of Zhong Shenxiu's swordsmanship in his previous life, quite the style of the sage Dugu Sword Demon, and he breaks ten thousand swords with one sword.

"Young Master Xiu, in the lower fourth room Zhong Boya, please advise!"

At this moment, a mellow male voice sounded from behind Zhong Shenxiu.

Zhong Shenxiu turned his head to look, only to see a gentle young man wearing a navy blue robe and a dark lotus crown on his head, saluting him.

"It turned out to be the Qilin'er under the knee of the fourth uncle, the brother of the Boya clan, who has admired the name for a long time!

Don't dare to teach, brothers just learn from each other, please!"

Since that day, this scene has been a repertoire after the morning school every day.

The attitude of these people is quite intriguing, as if they are close and as if they are alienated.

Zhong Shenxiu didn't think about it so much, and all those who sincerely asked for advice would not refuse.

A few days ago, I felt quite a bit of a taste of teaching, but then Zhong Shenxiu fought every day and never lost.

Many clansmen who are good at swordsmanship have been defeated by Zhong Shenxiu's sword one by one, and they have become real consultations.

Through this swordsmanship confrontation, Zhong Shenxiu's reputation as a swordsmanship wizard is also Yu Lie, and almost everyone in the Zhong family knows about it, and no one knows it.

With Zhong Shenxiu's permission, the gentle young Zhong Boya is no longer polite.

The ironwood long sword in his hand shook, and a hundred birds slammed towards Zhong Shenxiu.

As soon as Zhong Boya made a move, Zhong Shenxiu knew a little bit in his heart.

This Zhong Boya has a temperament as warm as jade, and the "Xiangling Swordsmanship" he practiced is known for his agility.

In the beautiful moves, there is an awe-inspiring killing intention, and you can listen to the thunder in a silent place.

In Zhong Boya's hands, this set of swordsmanship is more than beautiful, but the killing intent is insufficient.

After a secret discussion, Zhong Shenxiu had already made a decision in his heart.

The ironwood long sword in his hand was horizontal, and he stepped forward, sideways, blocked, and the white rainbow ran through the sun......

The cold sword blade, with a breathtaking cold killing intent, pointed directly at Zhong Boya's throat, and the stone broke through the sky.

............

After the martial arts exercise, there was an abrupt cliff top.

A middle-aged man in a brocade dress looked down at Zhong Shenxiu and the others who were coming and going below, and the confrontation was fierce.

The deep facial features, as if cast by cold iron, are not angry and self-threatening!

The cold mountain wind blew on him, and the corners of the sleeves of his robe did not move at all, as if they were cast in iron.

The body is straight, as sharp as a pine, straight as a sword, and the momentum is fierce.

"How?"

The middle-aged man in the costume was expressionless, as if he was talking to himself, and his eyes, which were as deep as the abyss of the sea, flashed with a bit of complex colors.

"Hmph!

A few steps behind the middle-aged side of the Chinese dress, the eldest young master with a grim face replied.

In the words, there is a taste of gnashing of teeth.

When the middle-aged man in Huafu heard this, he turned his head and glanced at the eldest young master, looking quite disappointed.

"Child, in terms of cultivation talent, you can be called talented, but this kind of mind still needs to be sharpened.

At this point, you are not as good as your cousin, who is not shocked!"

Hearing that the middle-aged man in Huafu compared himself with that Zhong Shenxiu, he bluntly said that he was not as good as that waste.

A hint of gloom flashed in the eyes of the young man, and he said indignantly.

"Please give me advice from my father!"

"Do you know why your cousin, who has been saddled with the name of incompetence for so many years, is only a little talented?

And you, who have been gifted since childhood, are difficult to get the approval of those powerful leaders?"

The middle-aged man in Huafu was not in a hurry to answer the eldest young master's question, but asked faintly.

As soon as these words came out, the cold glint in the eyes of the young man flickered, vaguely revealing a bit of killing intent.

"I don't know!"

"Hey, of course you don't know! Don't talk about you, you are a father, who has been in charge of the family for more than ten years, but he has never been able to subdue everyone.

There are clan elders who are constrained, and there are real power side branches with full wings, and the yang is against the yin, so that the father can never really hold the authority of the family, hehehe......"

The gloom in the eyes of the middle-aged man in Chinese costume was even stronger, and he let out a series of meaningful laughter.

"What does this have to do with that waste?"

The young man was puzzled and asked confusedly.

"What are you doing? At the beginning, your second uncle was amazingly talented, worshiped the Kanli Sword Sect, ranked as a true disciple, and shaded the family, which gave us the Nanli Zhong Clan, a great name!

Who of the two elders of the clan, the three rulers, and even the father has not received favors?

Especially your three cousins, almost all of them were trained by your second uncle, and they are also brothers and teachers, after so many years, don't you know what they think?"

These old secrets, this is the first time that the young man has heard of them, and he is dumbfounded.

However, the eldest young master really deserves his grim and mean face, and his face is full of hideous killing intent.

"Father, why don't you ...... then?"

As he spoke, the edge of his palm was like a knife, and he slashed down fiercely.

The young man in the costume glanced at the eldest young master, and his expression was inexplicable.

"The accountability of the Kanli Sword Sect, the anger of the three major commanders, you will bear it?"

"What should I do, then? Isn't it possible to watch that waste wantonly win people's hearts?"

"What's the hurry? No matter how talented your cousin's swordsmanship is, he hasn't entered the cultivation gate after all, and he can't pose a threat to you.

After three months, the clan has its own arrangements for the father! It's you, step up your cultivation, don't be distracted, and take breaking through the innate as the first priority, understand?"

Speaking of Huafu, the middle-aged man is like a Kunpeng spreading its wings, and after a few ups and downs, it disappears under the cliff.

The young man glanced at Zhong Shenxiu below hatefully, and reluctantly brushed his sleeves away.