The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

Lingyuan Peak has continuous mountains and a vast area, and there are many sword-testing platforms.

Qin Shi planned to use the name of giving pointers on swordsmanship to take the opportunity to teach him a lesson one after another, so he naturally wanted to avoid people's eyes and ears.

He and Xia Zhi, one after the other, brought them to a side peak martial arts training ground one after another as if being escorted.

The green pines are green and the flowing water is gurgling. It is deep and secluded and few people come. It is a good place to solve personal grievances in secret.

Qin Shi drew out his sword.The three-foot green front is full of cold light, and under the shining light, there is a frosty light that can hardly be warmed by the bright sun.

The name of the sword is Flying General. It is an ancient magic weapon with extraordinary power. Its aura is self-generated.

Used to deal with this kind of little monks who have not yet formed alchemy one after another, killing chickens with a sledgehammer really insults the prestige of the divine sword.

One after another, this little rookie encountered a slightly higher-grade sword, and he didn't even have enough spiritual power to draw the sword out of its sheath.

Even if Taoist Juechen could find an ancient artifact for him, or invite a master craftsman to create a brand new peerless weapon for him, his sword at the moment is just a very ordinary long sword.

There is something unusual about it.

The white jade is flawless and the gold shines, and the fine iron flows and the fireflies shine coldly.The hilt and scabbard are inlaid with priceless jewels, just like the sword master in a vase.

Seeing the beautiful jeweled and decorated sword, Qin Shi sneered again: "The difference between you and me is like clouds and mud. If I use my spiritual power, I will be suspected of bullying the weak. Today I will teach you sword moves, but I only use moves without using strength .”

"As for you," the voice full of contempt and mockery reveals a malicious low voice, "whatever you want."

Even if he used his spiritual power, he would not care about such a small cultivation base.

There were smiles on the corners of his mouth one after another, and he said in a muffled voice: "I have some advice from Senior Brother Lao."

The opponent's words are thorny, but he can't refute, because the opponent's words are true.

Even if Qin Shi wished to peel him, cramp his muscles and bruise his bones from the very first sight, he had to be restrained by his status as a senior brother. He could only beat him severely, but could not hurt his life.

One after another, his five slender fingers moved slightly, and he clenched the hilt of the sword tightly. After the two eyes met, he raised his hand and swung his sword at Qin Shi.

Qin Shi held the sword in one hand and put the other behind his back, standing tall and straight against the wind.

He still held his head high, with his handsome but indifferent eyes half down, and contemptuously squinting at his opponent from the corner of his eyes.

He didn't pay attention to this mediocre talent who was even inferior to inner disciples.

Although he planned to teach him a severe lesson one after another, he still maintained his identity and waited for his opponent to make the first move.

With the first sword in succession, the oblique sword stabs upwards, pointing directly at the opponent's throat.

The sword is as fast as thunder, piercing the void, and the wind of the sword whirls around the long blade of the cold light, accompanied by a clear whistle of the sword, going straight forward, putting all his eggs in one basket, without thinking about other things.

But it suddenly stopped three inches away from the opponent, unable to take another half step.

Qin Shi sneered as always, raised his hand, and easily blocked the cold blade that was going straight for his throat with his sword.

In the next breath, the tip of the sword lightly picked up, pushing back a long distance one after another.

This seemed to be a slight pick, and four or two strokes raised the silver-white blade high, which seemed to imply the power of thunder.

The long sword was almost knocked out by Juli, a bloodstain appeared on the tiger's mouth one after another, and he retreated several steps before he managed to stabilize his figure.

Even if Qin Shi didn't use any spiritual power in his body, he could still be easily trampled under his feet.

His eyes darkened one after another, and he raised his sword to stab Qin Shi again.

He has an elegant figure, and his sword is slanted at a tricky angle, walking like a touch of wind and clouds among the green mountains, secretive and agile.Where the wind passes by, there are scattered moon and flowers, which are thrilling and amazing.

The dragon leaps into the fire, and the meteors rustle.

It's a pity that all of this is useless in front of powerful opponents.

His tricky moves were easily resolved by his opponents with ease.

"Is this the sword move taught to you by the master?" Qin Shi still had one hand behind his back, and took the time to sneer and mock, "You can only get the shape, not the spirit."

"You have practiced for two years, and you have achieved such a result? Let the chicken peck the rice on the ground, and the chicken can practice better than you."

The opponent swung his sword, and raised his sword to fight one after another. The two cold blades met in mid-air, and with a clear and clear bang, they collided with dazzling golden sparks.

The two blades clashed against each other, sticking together like glue, dark energy competed with each other through the sharp blade, you come and I go back and forth without giving in to each other.

Qin Shi sneered again: "How can such a slender arm be able to hold a sword. It might be more useful to join Fengming Peak's sect and learn how to play the piano and dance with the female cultivators."

With a light push, he lay across in front of the two of them, and the two sword blades, which seemed to be stuck together, turned towards the opponent in an instant.

He clenched his teeth one after another, biting his lips bloody, and it was still hard to beat the powerful force.

The blade of the cold light was approaching him inch by inch.

Even with both hands holding the hilt tightly, he still couldn't push the blade forward half an inch. He could only watch helplessly as his bright sword slowly receded, splitting his shoulders and staining them bright red.

He couldn't beat his opponent even with strength, and had no choice but to stagger and fly back a few steps again.

A few fallen flowers were blown by the gentle mountain wind, bringing the majestic and majestic beauty of Lingyuan Peak, but it couldn't blow away the jealousy, contempt, ridicule, and blood in the air.

The corners of the successive mouths are usually raised with a smile.

Even if the surroundings are hard to conceal, the rich jealousy, resentment and sarcasm are about to condense into substance.

He knows that what he has is far more than what he should have.

He has mediocre aptitude, but he has a master who is envied by thousands of people, and an incalculable magic weapon of pills.

The master can give him many panaceas, enough to pile up a mediocre talent who is difficult to form an alchemy into a powerful Nascent Soul that spans nine heavens.

He can't change other people's thoughts, he can only try his best to calm himself down and face those insignificant wind and rain with a smile.

But that doesn't mean he has no temper.

He has, and can be very temperamental, especially when provoked.

The carefully calculated curvature of the mouth is a mask that fits his "beautiful decoration".

His cultivation base is low, so he can only rely on this deceiving mask to deal with those opponents who hide their evil intentions and try to harm the master.

He actually doesn't like to laugh.Someone once laughed and said that his heart is as hard as a stone, heartless and heartless.

Pain makes people sober, and blood arouses bloodiness.

Qin Shi despised him, sneered at him, and never put him in his eyes.

The opponent does not use spiritual power, so he is not without chance of winning!

Taking a deep breath one after another, the gentle smile disappeared on the clear and soft face.

The tall forests and ancient trees cast a thick shadow, and the sun can't reach his body, making him look a little cold, like spring water in early spring, which looks like snow, but still has a piercing chill

He clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, and raised his sword again to stab at his opponent.

The sword moves were still at tricky angles and the attack was quick, but they became more and more disordered because of the chaos. With the gradual increase of breathing, the essence could not be sustained, and the strength gradually weakened and decayed.

It is completely different from the swordsmanship taught to him by Taoist Juechen.

The contempt in Qin Shi's eyes was even stronger: "This set of Senluo swordsmanship was taught by the master himself, but you have practiced like this. You have failed the master's high expectations, and even hurt his face."

The anger also burned more vigorously: "Today I will give you a good guide, let you know what the real Senluo 36 style should look like!"

His pupils narrowed slightly, and eleven swords were stabbed out in the blink of an eye. The wind of the sword was invisible, the cold light flickered, and everything was dense.

He was supposed to switch from offense to defense one after another, raising his sword to block back, but he ignored the opponent's offensive and went straight forward to attack with all his strength, without any thought of defense at all.

The opponent's cold blade, surrounded by surging and lingering sword energy, passed by his side, pierced the flesh and blood, pulled out a string of splashed blood beads, and exploded red blood flowers in the air.

One after another, only attacking but not defending, exceeded Qin Shi's expectations.

It's a pity that the blood droplets flying from the tip of the sword will not elicit any sympathy and pity for the opponent.

Although he hated this junior, he also knew the importance of good and bad, so he kept his hand.

The few wounds were no more than superficial wounds, and the sword had no eyes. He taught his younger brother how to use the sword, and saw some blood, but there was no general injury.

With a sneer, Qin Shi thrust out his sword again.

The attack of Han Rui's sharp sword was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly. There was only a silver phantom like a moonlight, surrounded by silver light, flashing past in front of his eyes, dragging a ray of shining frost.

Swinging the sword down one after another, the long sword descended from top to bottom, and with the help of the force of the downward fall, the flying general's sword was lowered by a few inches.

It just failed to block the fierce and swift attack of Excalibur.

The sword pierced straight into his lower abdomen, and he either retreated or dodged sideways, but he could barely dodge it with his body skills.

However, he didn't dodge, let alone retreat, but took a step forward to meet the tip of the sword that pierced the wind.

The Excalibur pierced the flesh silently, and the warm blood dyed the white blade red, flowing down the blade rapidly, and condensed into blood beads at the tip of the sword, drop by drop, falling to the ground, splashing bright and eye-catching blood marks.

Fei stabbed the sword into Lian Li's lower abdomen, revealing the sharp blood-red blade behind his back, and stabbed him cleanly.

Even if no spiritual power was used, it was no longer just a small wound that scratched the skin.

Qin Shi's eyes suddenly shrank.

He never expected that his opponent would be so isolated. He knew the power of this sword, but he still refused to retreat.

And the flashes of swords and bright red blood reflected in his eyes one after another, which for no reason reminded him of the vast ice field in the depths of the twilight.

The world is all pale, with all the colors lost, only a hazy solitary moon, swaying lightly like gold.

Or because of the turmoil at this moment, he, a Nascent Soul Venerable, unexpectedly felt a breathtaking coercion from a small foundation-building monk.

The sharp sword-like coldness in his eyes one after another made him startled for a moment, and he didn't know how to make the next move.

Qin Shishang was in a daze, but he saw at a glance that the drooping corners of his mouth suddenly turned up slightly.

The exquisite lip line showed a thrilling elegance, slightly opened and closed, and said silently: Brother, you lost.

The few words that were silent but better than thunder struck Qin Shi's heart like a thunderbolt.

At a glance, everything loses its color, only the thick ink and color of the white jade burning blood in front of the eyes, monopolizing the time.

Before he could recover, the swords followed the wind and electricity one after another, striking like a broken wind and a shadow.

Instinctively, he wanted to raise his sword to fight back, but he was surprised to find that the sharp sword in his hand was entangled by the tough silk thread transformed by the opponent's spiritual power, and it was stuck in the body / motionless.

Even if he didn't hesitate for a moment, he couldn't stop the swords that followed one after another.

Mingguang's blade climbed up to Qin Shi's neck, cut through the protective energy, and left a long, thin, dark red bloodstain on the smooth skin.

One after another has long been eyeing this moment.

The author has something to say:

Misunderstanding Little Theater

One after another: I am weak, and I am hated by others.

Qin Shi: You are weak, and you are annoying.

later.

One after another: blow your dog's head off

Qin Shi: Junior Brother, I was wrong...