son, stop

Don't know anything?

Wu Qingwan was stunned for a moment, thinking that Zuo Lingquan was joking, she looked at him for a moment, and after confirming that his expression did not look fake, she said unexpectedly:

"Then how did you beat Jiang Yi down?"

Zuo Lingquan spread out his hands:

"I started practicing swords when I was three years old. I have practiced a thousand swords a day. I have been practicing for 15 years. My martial arts are still good. Although practitioners can use the power of heaven and earth to increase their killing power, they cannot borrow experience and skills. The princess has been working behind closed doors. It's normal to beat me."

Wu Qingwan looked suspicious, obviously not convinced.

The monks in the Linggu Realm belonged to the early stage of qi refining, focusing on warming and nourishing the meridians and acupoints. It was true that they did not have the ability to move mountains, move the seas, and fly to the ground, but they were by no means comparable to ordinary people.

Jiang Yi has already gained a firm foothold in the fifth stage of Qi Refining, 'Purple Palace'. Even if he doesn't use any moves, he can jump more than ten feet high. He can slash hundreds of pounds with a single sword, and his endurance can last for half an hour.

There is a saying in the rivers and lakes that 'one force can defeat ten guilds', which makes ordinary warriors who only temper their physique to fight?

Wu Qingwan frowned and pondered for a long time, but still didn't believe Zuo Lingquan's 'no knowledge', she got up from the stone platform, stood on the empty stone flat next to the waterfall, and said:

"You do your best to shoot at me, you don't have to hide it. I have to determine your true level before I can arrange a cultivation direction for you. I don't think you are willing. Let's start with medicine to catch bugs?"

Zuo Lingquan knew that Wu Qingwan must be a master, and was naturally keen on this. He stood up, stood ten steps away with his saber, raised his hand and clasped his fist:

"Many thanks to Senior Wu for his guidance, but this junior still said something in advance. My sword is very fast, and I have never met a general of Yihe since I was a child. I may not be able to hold it back with all my strength. Senior Wu, don't be careless."

?

When Wu Qingwan heard the words containing 'concern', she blinked and laughed angrily:

"Little friend, I am one of the five elders of Qihuang Valley. The combat power ranks fifth in Qihuang Valley. The entire Great Dan is in the top ten. Are you worried about my safety?"

"Uh"

Zuo Lingquan was indeed very proud, but he was not so proud. After nodding apologetically, he raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword.

The sunset is westward.

The Shiping next to the Roaring Waterfall suddenly became quiet at this moment.

The mountain wind fluttered his long black hair, his robes were hunting with the wind, and Zuo Lingquan, who held the hilt of the sword, remained motionless.

Wu Qingwan originally had her hands folded on her waist, standing elegantly, but she was a little surprised when she saw Zuo Lingquan's posture.

Only when Zuo Lingquan communicated just now, he only felt that Zuo Lingquan was knowledgeable and reasonable, but did not feel the slightest sharpness at all.

But at this moment, Zuo Lingquan in front of him seemed to be a completely different person.

I stand like a thousand-year-old tree on the top of the mountain, even if the wind blows, I will not move at all.

Her eyes are as sharp as a sword, and the sharp-edged sword even makes Wu Qingwan feel dazzling!

Wu Qingwan didn't feel Zuo Lingquan's aura flowing, but the penetrating power of this edge on her back could actually be experienced personally.

She didn't understand at all, how a junior at such a young age could show such an aura in front of her.If it is a person with lower concentration, I am afraid that just seeing this look, he would already want to avoid its edge.

Compared to Wu Qingwan's astonishment, Zuo Lingquan on the opposite side didn't have so many thoughts.

Because he has no distractions!

When Zuo Lingquan was a toddler, he knew that there were high-level people flying in the sky, so he decided to go to the top of the mountain to see the scenery he had never seen before.

There is no way to practice one path, so practice on your own.

Even if you can't become an immortal in your life, you must rely on the sword in your hand to kill no one in the world who dares to call him a 'immortal'.

This kind of thinking may be a bullshit, but I am afraid that there is no one in the world who will be willing to become ordinary after two lives.

Zuo Lingquan had this idea since he was a child, so he spared no effort to tap his own potential.

A thousand swords a day sounds simple, but Zuo Lingquan does not simply stab a thousand swords every day.

Zhongping stab is the simplest sword move in swordsmanship. It is a straight stab to grab the center line, and the sword, hand, and shoulder are all in one line, but simple does not mean low-level.

Conversely, simplicity means less flaws, and simplicity means directness.

Zuo Lingquan has a solid family background, and he has read many martial arts secrets. In the end, he concluded that martial arts is a killing technique. No matter how complicated and subtle moves are, the purpose is to kill people.

And killing a sword is enough, just use the fastest speed to stab the sword in the most accurate place.

Those fictitious tricks on the sword manual are actually all to pave the way for this sword to end the battle.

Therefore, Zuo Lingquan only practiced the last sword, and each sword was demanding to be faster and more accurate than the last time. He practiced a thousand swords like this every day, day after day for 14 years.

Zuo Lingquan actually doesn't know how fast his sword is now, because when he made the sword, he didn't pay attention to other things at all, and put his whole heart on the sword in his hand.

The mountain wind is hunting, and the waterfall is roaring.

It was a short time, but it seemed to be a long time.

Wu Qingwan felt the difference in Zuo Lingquan. She regarded herself as a teacher, and wanted to take on the attitude of taking an examination of the school. Stance suitable for exertion.

And at the moment when Wu Qingwan's posture changed!

Sa——

Without seeing how the sword was unsheathed, the sharp blade was already in front of him.

The sound of the sword sounded like the roar of a dragon, and it seemed to overwhelm the roaring waterfall behind it, making the world silent.

Wu Qingwan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the distracting thoughts in her heart disappeared at this moment.

Zuo Lingquan walked with the sword, his sleeve robe was almost torn by the strong wind, and neither the blade nor his eyes trembled at all, until the tip of the sword pierced the fabric of Wu Qingwan's clothes.

Wu Qingwan is a practitioner, but not a master of the Tao. She is also a mortal body. If this sword pierces her chest, even if she does not die, she will be seriously injured.

But will Zuo Lingquan stop?

will not.

Because he couldn't react to it himself, he just tried his best to show what he had learned.

If Wu Qingwan can't stop it, when Zuo Lingquan realizes it, I'm afraid it's already after a sword pierced through the heart.

However, Wu Qingwan had been practicing for decades, and as the five masters of Xihuang Valley, it was impossible for her to die so casually.She was indeed a little underestimated, but ten steps away was enough for her to deal with it.

At the moment when Zuo Lingquan made the attack brazenly, and the tip of the sword pierced into the front of the clothes, Wu Qingwan's hands were folded, and they were accurately clamped on the blade of the sword.

The long sword, which was still unstoppable just now, suddenly stagnated between the palms, as if it was stabbed on the iron plate with all its strength, and it would be difficult to advance half an inch.

The force of the forward thrust was too great, and it was difficult for the tip of the sword to enter an inch, causing the slender blade to bend instantly and stretch out an arc.

Wu Qingwan lightly turned her body and moved sideways, her right leg was like a steel whip, swiping towards Zuo Lingquan's side face, her long legs moved her skirt, and spread out in mid-air, like a cyan water curtain, and the white boots at the front were directly kicked out. A blast.

Snapped--

If this leg is kicked, Zuo Lingquan's head will not unexpectedly turn into a rotten watermelon.

Fortunately, Zuo Lingquan couldn't take it, but Wu Qingwan could.

Above the stone flat, the two people who burst out abruptly came to an abrupt end at the same time.