Kendo True Explanation

   After several people saluted, Lin Fei also stood behind Lu Jun and the old man, watching the upcoming martial arts competition.

   "The left side of the competition is Master Kang Zi Liangkang, a well-known combat swordsman in the province." The old man introduced to everyone in a loud voice.

  Lin Fei looked along, just in time to see the frowning middle-aged man clasped his fists in this direction, holding the shining long sword upside down in his hand.

  The old man continued to point to the man in the suit on the right and said: "This is my apprentice, Xu Yanshan, who has followed me to practice Shihequan for many years. He has quite a lot of practical experience."

  Xu Yanshan, a man in a suit, also clasped his fists and saluted to this side.

  From these words, Lin Fei heard the background of Mr. Fei. In his previous life, because he loved fighting and fighting, he naturally knew some of the main schools in the valley. Among them, the Crane Fist is also known. According to legend, Fang Qiniang, the descendant of Shaolin in the Qing Dynasty, learned from fighting with a white crane. It's just that he doesn't know whether this old man Fei belongs to the inheritance of the other side of the strait or the local inheritance of Huaguo.

  After the introduction, the two also began to greet each other, and then waited intently.

  The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

  Lin Fei also began to observe the two of them carefully, concentrating highly. He himself knew his own ability, if he was desperate to kill someone, he would do everything he could, maybe he could use the basic sword skills to explode a huge lethality, but it would not last long. Before his rebirth, although he knew all kinds of schools, he still couldn't collect the core things.

  This is also a natural result. After all, this kind of thing is a well-kept secret. How can it be easily announced to others.

  So in the past, Lin Fei only practiced free fighting, with fragmented Sanda moves, and moves from popular versions such as Muay Thai, Taekwondo, and Aikido.

   To put it bluntly, it is a pure retail investor with no roots and no systematic training and practice.

  In the previous life, the professional level actually only represented a person's actual combat ability, and there are many important influencing factors such as strength and state. It does not mean that a person's comprehensive strength is really high. Maybe he is just purely strong and has a high defense. As long as you win a certain number of games in the arena, you can also be called a professional level. This was the case in Lin Fei's previous life. Without the guidance of a master, he was groping and practicing on his own until his death, so he was naturally far inferior to those who came from regular courses.

  Even now that he has learned basic swordsmanship and Qi training chapters, Lin Fei is only of the explosive type. If he does not have bear claws in his hands, his actual combat ability will at least drop by more than 50%. For Sun Chengbin back then, if there were no bear claws, Lin Fei would have been kicked to death in a few rounds. This shows the great advantage of having a good weapon in hand.

  At this moment, having the opportunity to watch real martial arts in real combat is undoubtedly a great opportunity for Lin Fei. After all, what he is relying on now is the weird skills of basic swordsmanship, which can make people hard to guard against. But the real foundation is far from complete. One-on-one, there may be a chance to plot against others, but after this method reaches a certain level, it will not have much effect.

   "Start." The old man just finished speaking.

  Xu Yanshan on the right suddenly stepped forward to catch up. His hands were in a pecking shape, and he slammed at the opponent's sword-holding wrist. The distance of more than three meters is almost two steps, and it takes only one second to cross it. The whole person is like a white crane swooping down to peck at the enemy.

  Kang Ziliang turned his wrist, and the long sword burst out with a cloud of silver light, easily blocking Xu Yanshan's attack. Naturally, the flesh and blood did not dare to fight against the gold and iron. Xu Yanshan twisted his footsteps, avoided the sword light immediately, circled around Kang Ziliang for half a circle, and slammed his right hand towards the opponent.

   Unexpectedly, Kang Ziliang was extremely fast. He slashed the long sword straight in his hand, and slashed obliquely at Xu Yanshan's attacking hand. The latter had to retreat.

  The two separated again, and Kang Ziliang did not pursue them. He nodded to Xu Yanshan.

   "Accepted."

  The latter raised his right arm with a wry smile, only to see that a part of the sleeve had been cut at the cuff. If the sword had been higher, perhaps the arm's tendon would have been cut off.

   "Thank you, Master Kang, for your guidance." Xu Yanshan returned the salute, left the stage with a wry smile, and walked over.

  Master Fei was not angry either. His disciple's defeat was obviously what he expected. .

"Although our Shihe Quan emphasizes joining hands before kicking, but just now, Yanshan, you shouldn't go around at the end, wouldn't it be better to kick it directly? Moreover, our boxing emphasizes broken steps, not big strides like yours. Go ahead, these are the foundations. It seems that you have become more and more useless in the past few years."

  Xu Yanshan lowered his head in shame, not daring to refute.

  The old man sighed, turned his head and said to Lin Fei: "Since little friend Lin Fei is also here for the sword, then come with Master Kang Ziliang."

  When Lu Jun and Lin Fei heard this, they immediately understood that this Kang Ziliang also came to ask for the sword.

   Kang Ziliang over there smiled wryly and said, "Master Fei, this time I'm going to trouble you."

The old man waved his hand: "It's nothing, Master Kong also represents the face of our entire Nanlin Province's kendo in this sword betting. I should pay someone to do my part for it! Of course, you have to pay." After he finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing himself.

  The middle-aged woman beside her also laughed.

   "Old man, if you were placed in ancient times, you would be punished for the crime of ransacking your family and exterminating your family."

   "That's ancient times! And I don't count as a hidden weapon. Everyone knows it well, but I have the name of collecting everyone." The old man blew his beard and stared.

  The woman shook her head helplessly: "Okay, Xin'er is coming back, I'll cook first, you guys talk."

  The old man waved his hands and said impatiently: "Go, go! Just say some unlucky things, it will make people upset." The old man pretended to be stingy.

  The woman smiled and confessed to Lu Jun, Lin Fei, Kang Ziliang and the others, and left early. Xu Yanshan, who had been silent all this time, and the impatient man also pleaded guilty and left.

   Immediately, there were only Lin Fei, Kang Ziliang, and old man Fei Feifei left on the field.

   Lu Jun on the side explained to Lin Fei in a low voice: "Kang Ziliang is a master of swordsmanship in this province. This time, Hong Wen, the master of swordsmanship from the north, is going south and wants to bet against Master Kang Ziliang."

  Lin Fei frowned and said, "Although I don't know much about swordsmanship, I also know that changing weapons before a battle is a big taboo. Why...?"

   Lu Jun smiled wryly and shook his head.

  Lin Fei pondered for a while, and immediately understood Kang Ziliang's intentions. Naturally, he has lost confidence, and wants to change to an extremely sharp weapon, so as to get some cheapness on the weapon.

  When the two sides were actually fighting just now, he also watched carefully. This Kang Ziliang belongs to the sword technique of late strike. Strictly speaking, it is defensive counterattack. Although Lin Fei was greatly inspired by the posture of holding the sword and the turning and connecting skills of the sword, but in the basic taboos of swordsmanship in his mind, it was clearly mentioned: Swordsman, don't lose your vigor!

  But now Kang Ziliang didn't even have the basic energy. It is estimated that this victory is not a big deal.

  After Kang Ziliang put his long sword back into its sheath, a group of people followed the old man into the big villa through the back door. Come to a separate living room about the size of the armory.

  Rows of various weapons neatly placed horizontally are densely displayed on the wall and on the table.

  In addition to long swords, there are also hammers, guns, knives, sticks, etc. Eighteen kinds of weapons, all of which can be seen here.

  Lin Fei even felt as if he had returned to the era of cold weapons in an instant.

"How about it? Choose one. Every weapon here will be specially cared for by someone every once in a while. There are absolutely no defective products that are not of substandard quality." Mr. Fei Fei smiled and took a knife from the knife holder beside him. He took the white long sword and handed it to Lin Fei.

   "Like this one, I got it in 1994, and now it has been reframed, take a look."

  Lin Fei took it carefully. The long sword was straight and white. The surface of the scabbard had fish scale patterns, and the hilt was wrapped with white silk threads. He pulled it lightly, and suddenly the sword body was lightly revealed, clean and shiny, with a layer of oily liquid on it.

   "Why are you so blunt?" Lin Fei asked strangely. He noticed that although the blade was thin, it was far from sharp.

   "If it is not blunt, then the knives are controlled, and it is against the law. After you choose it, you need a special tool for sharpening." Kang Ziliang, who was behind him, came over and smiled. "Little friend Lin Fei, this is the first time you have come into contact with a sword weapon?" His gaze stayed on Lin Fei's sword-holding hand.

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