Motoma Sakura was already dissatisfied in her heart, and she became even more dissatisfied after hearing the teacher's evaluation, but his teacher had already got up, and as a disciple, he had to abide by etiquette, so Motoma Sakura could only step aside and sulk.
"My lord, Qi Yazheng, may I ask your friend's name?" The middle-aged man looked at Zhou Wen and asked.
"Don't dare, my name is Zhou Wen." Zhou Wen put down the phone in his hand and replied.
Because Zhou Wen had never heard of the name Qi Yazhen, he didn't think there was anything special about it, but this name was considered a prestigious name in another area, or even in the entire Federation.
Speaking of swordsman Qi Yazheng, many kendo practitioners know that he used to practice first-class two-sword swords. Ten years ago, he was a generation of kendo masters, and he was also a famous handsome man in the local area.
However, Zhou Wen had no idea about this, and he had never heard of Qi Yazheng's name.
Seeing that her teacher Qi Yazheng solemnly reported her name, Zhou Wen just sat there talking and couldn't help snorting, feeling that Zhou Wen didn't respect his teacher Qi Yazheng enough.
Qi Yazhen didn't care, and said with a smile: "Little friend Zhou Wen is studying at Sunset College, are you familiar with Principal Leng Zongzheng?"
"It's rare to see Principal Leng, he has stopped teaching." Zhou Wen answered truthfully.
"Isn't your mentor Leng Zongzheng? Then who is your mentor, my friend?" Qi Yazheng was slightly surprised.
At such a young age, Zhou Wen already has such a cultivation level. He thought that Zhou Wen should be a student of Leng Zongzheng. This time he came to Luoyang to challenge Leng Zongzheng.
"Princess." Zhou Wen replied subconsciously.
Because after the concubine left, Zhou Wen had a lot of things happened, and he had little contact with the new mentor. The impression in his mind was still when the concubine was the tutor, and the concubine and Wang Mingyuan were both members of the Luoyang royal family, and Zhou Wen subconsciously preferred Recognize the princess as his mentor.
Qi Yazheng thought about it, but he had never heard of this name. In fact, Qi Yazheng didn't like the other instructors of Sunset College. He felt that the only one in Sunset College who was worthy of him was the principal Leng Zongzheng, so the teacher of Sunset College He didn't know much about other mentors, only a few famous ones.
Although those mentors are well-known in the federation, Qi Yazheng really didn't regard them as opponents.
Although Zhou Wen is not a student taught by Leng Zongzheng, but since he is a student of Sunset College and has already achieved such achievements at such a young age, Qi Yazhen also wants to know how far Zhou Wen has reached.
At the beginning, Qi Yazheng only saw that Zhou Wen's xinxing cultivation was good, and he was still able to be calm and composed in front of their master and apprentice, without being influenced by them, and felt that this young student was good.
Later, Motoma Sakura made a move to test Zhou Wen and wanted to force Zhou Wen to make a move. Only then did Qi Yajie see that Zhou Wen was really extraordinary, and his level of martial arts was not low, but it was impossible to tell how high it was.
"There is nothing else, I want to continue playing games." Zhou Wen lowered his head and wanted to continue playing games.
Qi Yazheng was noncommittal, looking at the peony flowers outside the stone pavilion, a gust of wind blew by, a withered petal fell down, blown into the stone pavilion, stretched out his slender fingers, and clamped the petal between his fingers .
"Little friend, look at the difference between this petal." Said, Qi Yazhen held the petal between his index finger and middle finger, and stretched it out in front of Zhou Wen.
Zhou Wen suddenly felt a slight tremor in his body, and couldn't help raising his head to look at Qi Yazheng.
Qi Yazheng's finger was not fast enough, but when that finger landed in Zhou Wen's eyes, the scene was completely different.
The vitality of the entire peony garden seems to move with Qi Yazheng's finger, as if Qi Yazheng is the master of this peony garden, and the eight hundred li peony garden moves with his power.
Zhou Wen felt that he was not facing Qi Yazheng, but facing the sea of hundreds of millions of flowers in the entire peony garden. The power condensed on that petal was as invisible as the sea of flowers. To the great pressure.
Zhou Wen looked serious, sat on the bench, pointed like a sword, stretched out to the petal sent by Qi Yazheng, and clamped the other side of the petal.
For a split second, Zhou Wen only felt a strange force rushing towards him.
Flowers bloom and fall, sunrise and sunset, from life to death, Zhou Wen only feels that his body is aging rapidly, and time is passing by rapidly.
A strange color flashed in Qi Yazheng's eyes. He used to practice Ertian First Class. The so-called Ertian First Class basically means that there are sun and moon in the sky, and Yin and Yang are divided into people.
Niten's first-class samurai usually hold the Taidao in the right hand and the small Taidao in the left hand, and the yang and yin produce infinite changes.
Qi Yazheng is extremely talented. After experiencing training and comprehension in many dimensional fields, he not only practiced Ertian First Class to the extreme, but also created a school of his own based on Er Tian First Class, thus greatly improving his strength.
This school not only pays attention to yin and yang, but also has a great relationship with time and life and death. Qi Yazheng has not named this school yet. This time he came to Luoyang to challenge Leng Zongzheng. Created the name of this genre.
Because Zhou Wen was a student of Sunset College, Qi Yazheng originally planned to use his newly created techniques to test his xinxing cultivation base and state, and did not intend to really fight him.
But when he used the artistic conception of Kurong in the sword technique, he found that Zhou Wen was unmoved at all and was not affected at all, so he couldn't help but gradually strengthened his will to the sword.
The vicissitudes of life, the sun and the moon, Zhou Wen felt as if there were countless flowers from blooming to decaying, as if the entire peony garden had become a grave of flowers, and he himself was going from young to old, as if he was about to die.
Seeing that Zhou Wen was still unmoved, Qi Yazhen couldn't help being extremely surprised. He already thought highly of Zhou Wen, but he never thought that the young man in front of him seemed to be stronger than he imagined. It also strengthened the will of swordsmanship a little bit, from the meaning of dry glory to the transformation of life and death.
Motoma Sakura watched from the side, but didn't feel anything. She only saw Zhou Wen and Qi Yazheng holding the petals on each side, one standing and the other sitting, both of them were motionless.
Moto Masakura was a little confused, not knowing what her teacher Qi Yazheng was doing, but she didn't dare to disturb her, so she could only wait patiently.
But looking at it, Motoma Sakura's eyes widened.
His teacher Qi Yazheng's hairband was broken, and his long hair fell down. His long black hair was gradually turning white. In just a moment, his long black hair became snow white.
"Teacher, what's wrong with you?" Motoma Sakura turned pale in shock, stood up quickly, and wanted to rush over and push Zhou Wen away.
Boom!
But Motoma Sakura only took a few steps towards Zhou Wen when she felt hit by a terrifying and incomparable force, her body flew upside down involuntarily, and landed outside the stone pavilion, with blood overflowing from her mouth, and her bones were unknowingly broken Looking at Zhou Wen in the stone pavilion in horror, he struggled several times but failed to get up.