When he arrived the next day, Jiang Yun came to the open space in front of the wooden house, but he didn't expect that Zhao Baichuan would arrive early.

"I've seen Senior Zhao!" Jiang Yun bowed.

"I know that you are strong in martial arts, if it weren't for Ye Er's compulsion, I'm afraid you wouldn't have bothered to learn any swordsmanship from me at all. But if you think that your current kung fu can go to the martial arts and be safe and sound, then you are very wrong! You can use your most powerful move now to attack me!" Zhao Baichuan said.

Jiang Yun was slightly stunned, and then raised his palm and attacked Zhao Baichuan, in addition to the soul snatching eight sounds, the most powerful martial arts he learned from Lonely Nanfeng was the "Splitting the Sky Palm".

But as soon as Jiang Yun used his palm technique, he was stopped by Zhao Baichuan's words.

"This doesn't seem to be your most powerful martial art, use your 'Soul Snatching Eight Sounds'!"

Jiang Yun was taken aback, he quickly took a few steps back, looked at Zhao Baichuan with a wary face and asked, "How did you know that I would 'take the soul of the eight sounds'?

"Why are you so nervous, if I tried to hurt you, I wouldn't have healed you. When you were in a coma, I changed your clothes and accidentally found the 'Han Yu Xiao' of the Dugu senior, and I knew your identity. There are only a handful of people I admire in this life, and Dugu is one of them, and today I will guide you on behalf of his old man!" Zhao Baichuan glared at Jiang Yun and explained.

"Then the junior will be offended!"

After Jiang Yun finished speaking, his cuffs shook, and the "Han Yu Xiao" was held in his hand, and he was just about to put the flute to his mouth, only to feel that the figure in front of him flickered, and a long sword with cold light flickered on his neck.

He looked at the scene in front of him with an incredulous expression, although he guessed that he was not Zhao Baichuan's opponent, but who knew that he had already lost before he made a move!

"Don't be discouraged, in fact, your strength can be ranked first in the current martial arts, but your biggest flaw is speed!" After a pause, Zhao Baichuan continued, "The world's martial arts are invincible, only fast and unbreakable! This is the true meaning of martial arts, no matter how high and strong your martial arts are, others will kill you before you make a move, what is the use of high martial arts?"

"The world's martial arts are invincible, only fast and unbreakable!" Jiang Yun repeatedly speculated in his heart about the meaning of this sentence, the master had never taught him like this before, he only knew to comprehend the nine tones of soul snatching with his heart to fulfill the master's wish.

The world's martial arts are broad and profound, no matter what kind of martial arts there are strengths and weaknesses, like Dugu Nanfeng's soul-snatching nine tones, it is more suitable for long-range attacks. On the contrary, Zhao Baichuan's swordsmanship is suitable for melee combat, giving the opponent a surprise and defeating the enemy with one move. The so-called ruler is short, the inch is long, there is no worst martial arts, only the worst martial arts, any kung fu as long as you study hard, be good at flexibility, take the strengths of others, to make up for your own shortcomings, will become a powerful science.

"Swordsmanship all the way, pay attention to 'fast, accurate, ruthless', the sword should be quick and crisp, not muddy and watery, I will slow down, you carefully look at it!"

As he spoke, Zhao Baichuan danced the long sword in his hand, although he had deliberately slowed down, Jiang Yun was still dazzled.

Before I knew it, the sky was already bright, and Ye Er's petite figure came to the side of the wooden house, and the smile of the past had disappeared on her face, and the whole person seemed to be much more mature and sensible.

"Daddy, Brother Jiang, I've already made breakfast, it's on the table, I'll go up the mountain to collect medicine!"

After speaking, Ye Er picked up the bamboo basket and walked outside, and she never looked at Jiang Yun from beginning to end.

Zhao Baichuan sighed a little sadly, put away his long sword, and walked towards the wooden house.

Time flickered, three months passed, and on this day, on the open space in front of the wooden house, Jiang Yun and Zhao Baichuan stood opposite each other with swords.

"Make a move!" As Zhao Baichuan shouted, the two of them flashed out like a shock.

Zhao Baichuan's move thundered and stabbed straight at Jiang Yun's throat. The sword was as fast as lightning, and only an afterimage could be seen. And Jiang Yun's astonishing glance also stabbed towards Zhao Baichuan's chest like a fly.

Jiang is still old and spicy, and Jiang Yun is a little inferior after all. Seeing that Zhao Baichuan's sword was stabbing one step ahead of him, he had to change his move halfway, and the sword blade turned upward.

There was a "ding" sound, and sparks flew everywhere. A strange expression appeared on Zhao Baichuan's face, Jiang Yun was suddenly shocked, and as expected, Zhao Baichuan still had a back hand.

Just as Jiang Yun picked up Zhao Baichuan's sword into the air, Zhao Baichuan's entire body flipped into the air. The sword in his hand drew an arc in mid-air, sweeping towards Jiang Yunxia in three ways.

Jiang Yun wanted to change his tricks too late, and suddenly a chill appeared on his legs. He hurriedly stabilized his body and saw that three cuts were neatly made side by side on his clothes, and there was no damage on his legs, he didn't expect Zhao Baichuan to control the swordsmanship so accurately.

"Senior Zhao's swordsmanship is really powerful, and the junior has lost again!" Jiang Yun said respectfully with his hands clenched into fists.

Putting away the long sword in his hand, Zhao Baichuan nodded slightly and said approvingly, "It is rare that you can comprehend the essence of the 'Swift Shadow Sword Technique' to this point in just three months." Any martial arts can be practiced overnight, and you will have to practice hard in the future!"

Sighing heavily, Zhao Baichuan's brows tightened, how much he hoped that Jiang Yun and Ye Er could tie the knot, it was rare to find a martial arts wizard like Jiang Yun in a hundred years. I think that when Zhao Baichuan followed his master "Sword God" Lu Yunfei and learned the "Shadow Sword Technique", it took three full years to reach Jiang Yun's current level. Although his martial arts attainments at that time were not as good as Jiang Yun now, it could also be seen that Jiang Yun's talent in swordsmanship was far superior to him.

"Now, you've almost comprehended the 'Shadow Sword Technique', and all that's left is to study and practice hard, it's time to leave here!" Zhao Baichuan said helplessly.

"The younger generation once again thanks the great kindness of the seniors, if the seniors are sent in the future, the younger generations will go to the soup and go to the fire!"

This time, Zhao Baichuan did not stop Jiang Yun's bow, and now Zhao Baichuan is also half of Jiang Yun's master, so he should accept this worship.

After knocking his head three times in a row, Jiang Yun toed a little to the ground, and the whole person turned into a green hong, and disappeared into the mountains in the blink of an eye.

Behind a big tree a hundred zhang away from Zhao Baichuan, Ye Er watched every move here with tears streaming down her face, and after Jiang Yun left, Ye Er sat on the ground weakly and cried. Every day, she would hide here on time, secretly watching Jiang Yun. Seeing the rapid progress of Jiang Yun's swordsmanship, Ye Er was both happy and sad in her heart.

"Cry, it will be better to cry!" Zhao Baichuan said to himself softly, in fact, he knew everything Ye'er had done, but he just pretended not to know.