The Way of the Immortal Master

　　 Lin Shenpo talked about rising, and with one finger, a flying sword flew into the air and hovered over his head.

　　 was another casual throw, twelve chess pieces flew into the air, forming a formation in the air, from all directions to the flying sword in the air.

　　 Flying sword flew into this formation, dancing in and out, as if fighting with a powerful enemy. And the twelve chess pieces also circled and flew, fighting with flying swords into a ball.

　　 It is said that Lin Shenpo is not only obsessed with kendo, but also likes chess. Many people thought he was playing things and losing his ambitions. Now it seems that the chess pieces are not weak in his hands.

　　 The Qi-refining cultivators sitting below were dazzled and addicted.

　　 Even the foreign affairs elder of Shuangfeng Valley, Single Tiger, sitting on the high platform, admired: "I have heard of the elegant title of brother Lin Shenpo's chess and sword.

　　 "Where, where, Brother Shan had a good reputation." Xu Yishan, who was by the side, was again humble and polite.

　　 Shan Ying kept his face cold. Hearing the conversation between the two, a trace of disdain appeared on his face.

　　 Shan Ying, who has always been arrogant, can't look down on this kind of juggling.

　　 Lin Shenpo talked a lot, then demonstrated again, and the teaching came to an end.

　　 "No matter how much I talk about, it's just empty talk. I wonder if you have learned anything after listening to it for so long?"

　　 "If you think you have learned something, you can also come up and demonstrate it."

　　 After hearing Lin Shenpo's words, many monks sitting below were all eager to try.

　　 In the area where the Zhao family cultivator was located, a cultivator jumped directly onto the high platform in front of him.

　　 "The younger Zhao Dong, after listening to the predecessor's lecture, he feels like a divine enlightenment, and I feel that I have gained a lot."

　　 "The younger generation is not talented, I would like to show it to everyone."

　　 Lin Shenpo glanced at Zhao Dong who was the first on stage.

　　 "It's not interesting to demonstrate by yourself, do you want to find an opponent for you?"

　　 "I don't dare to ask my ears. The younger generations also think that fighting two swords is far more interesting than dancing alone."

　　 "But you don't need to bother seniors to designate opponents, juniors have already chosen opponents."

　　 At this point, Zhao Dong looked at Meng Zhang below the high platform.

　　 "As the head of Taiyi Sect, the younger generation has long admired his name. Today is a rare opportunity, I don't know if Meng Sect is willing to give some advice."

　　 Looking at Zhao Dong's provocative gaze, Meng Zhang's face was full of disdain.

　　 "Jumping beam clown, just used it to try the sword for myself."

　　 Meng Zhang did not hesitate at all, and jumped directly onto the high platform.

　　 "I am in a good mood today, so let me show you any tricks."

　　 The anger on Zhao Dong's face flashed away. The so-called head of an incompetent sect really took himself seriously.

　　 "I'm not afraid that the wind will flash my tongue. Who can teach me?"

　　 Lin Shenpo did not hesitate to listen to the two chatter and announced directly.

　　 "You can start now."

　　 Zhao Dong listened and immediately took out his sword.

　　 An earth-yellow flying sword came out of its sheath, hovered over his head, and stab Meng Zhang directly.

　　 Meng Zhang raised his left hand, and the flying sword wrapped around his wrist flew out around his fingers. The original soft blade immediately stretched straight and flew directly into the sky.

　　 Both of the hands were cultivators in the Qi-refining period, and without the spiritual knowledge of the monks in the foundation-building period, naturally they could not use the gods and swords as the monks in the foundation-building period.

　　The common sword technique used by monks during the refining period is to use qi to repel the sword, and to use true qi to control the sacrificed flying sword.

　　The range of the qi sword and the sword is not large, and the sword can only be used in the visual range, and the attack range of the flying sword is generally only tens of feet.

　　With the area of ​​this high platform, it is enough for two people to display it.

　　 is also the seven-fold cultivation base of refining qi. Regardless of the cultivation techniques and swordsmanship, Meng Zhang is far superior to Zhao Dong.

　　 For Meng Zhang, it is not a problem to win the opponent, but also to win beautiful.

　　Of course, Meng Zhang wouldn't use his own sword skills in such open sword competitions. He just used a few tricks of flying sword assassination at will, it was enough for Zhao Dong to drink a pot.

　　 Flying sword around Zhirou took the initiative to meet Zhao Dong's flying sword, and the two flying swords fought in the air.

　　Compared with the broad blade of the opponent, the softness of the fingers looks particularly small and pocket-sized.

　　 But every time the stab wound around the finger soft, it is extremely accurate, directly piercing several key points of the opponent's sword body and hilt.

　　 Feijian, like humans, has its vitals and weaknesses.

　　 When refining flying swords, there are unavoidable weaknesses in the restrictions on the refining of flying swords. These weaknesses are exactly where Feijian's weakness lies.

　　 When Zhao Dong released the flying sword, the flying sword was aggressive and extraordinary. But after fighting with Rao Zhirou, Feijian's sword body trembled violently and his movements were severely deformed.

　　 A series of crisp percussions sounded, and the flying sword released by Zhao Dong kept retreating in the air, and was softly hit by the fingers and flew far away.

　　Rao Zhirou did not continue to chase Feijian, but directly killed Zhao Dong.

　　 Seeing Meng Zhang’s flying sword attack, Zhao Dong was a little flustered.

　　 While moving the Yin Jue, he wanted to quickly recall his flying sword. As the body protector was activated, a small shield appeared in front of the body.

　　A flexible turn around the finger ~www.readwn.com~, it avoided Zhao Dong's bodyguard and directly pierced Zhao Dong's head.

　　 Seeing that Zhao Dong, who couldn't avoid it, was about to be stabbed by Feijian, the Zhao family's children who were sitting below stood up nervously.

　　 Even Zhao Jiudou, the always-stable parent of Zhao, couldn't help but feel nervous.

　　 Although I know that Meng Zhang dare not kill people at will on such occasions, if this kid is young and energetic, and on impulse, he really wants to hit Zhao Dong badly, that would be terrible.

　　 When Patriarch Zhao Yanbei was not at home, Zhao Jiudou took advantage of the situation to expand his influence. Zhao Dong is his important supporter, not only a caring confidant, but also the implementer of some plans.

　　 Under the nervous gaze of everyone, the scene of Zhao Dong's death did not appear.

　　Meng Zhang is not a fool, how could he turn the big day of Linshan School into a blood-splattered scene.

Flying sword flew by gently rubbing Zhao Dong's head around Zhirou, not only cut his hair bun, but also a soft force from the flying sword, shocked Zhao Dong's eyes, his head became dizzy, and he reacted for a long time. But come.

　　 The flying sword and small shield that Zhao Dong released, after losing control, all fell to the top of the high platform.

　　 Withdrawing the flying sword around the finger soft, Meng Zhang said to Zhao Dong: "I don't know how much you can learn with this advice."

　　Meng Zhang’s attitude made some veteran monks a little disliked, but the younger monks felt that it was a pleasure to slap face to face.

　　 Looking at Zhao Dong's swaying body, Zhao Jiudou made a clear face and jumped directly onto the high platform.

　　 casually threw Zhao Dong and the magical objects on the ground at the Zhao family below, Zhao Jiudou first saluted Lin Shenpo.

　　 "Senior Lin, Head Meng is good at swordsmanship, and the younger generation is happy when he sees hunting, and wants to ask for advice."