You are obviously bullying a group of people by yourself! "
Ming Fei really wanted to refute something, but it seemed to make sense. It actually made him stunned.
In view of the fact that some new students may not understand, I will answer.
The more expensive the chapter, the higher the word count. So there is no phenomenon that a chapter is more expensive, sometimes it is more expensive, in fact, it is just because I put several chapters in the same chapter.
Volume 12: Heroes Ming Feizhen 13
"You still know that you are wrong."
The young man standing with the sword upright has a long body, broad shoulders and thick back, and even his waist looks narrower. It is an excellent physique that can only be acquired by practicing martial arts for many years.
When he spoke, he was old-fashioned, but he didn't look very old, about eighteen or nineteen. Wearing a samurai suit of sapphire blue satin. Looking at the handmade stitches, such a samurai suit is enough for an ordinary family to spend several months, which shows that the family is rich.
The appearance of the young man is not good-looking, but he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, with sharp edges and corners. Especially when he clenched his teeth and stretched out the straight lines when he was staring at people, it made people feel that this was a straightforward person who spoke straight and couldn't hide the slightest filth in his heart.
In Ming Fei's sincerity, or the saying in the sect of which he was born, in short, he is an idiot.
"Don't worry, brothers and sisters, if I take action, I want this thief to be at ease." The cult members rushed to the ground and surrendered, and he was a well-mannered and well-bred young master.
"This passing messenger of justice, where did you come from
The young man snorted coldly and shouted.
"I have a good meal in the restaurant, and I see you throwing people down from the upstairs. Then I see you throwing people from the ground, why? You belong to the slingshot, and learning martial arts is to shoot people?"
In the face of such self-proclaimed ridicule, Ming Feizhen was quite emotional: So when he made his own claim to justice, he looked so stupid
"You still dare to pretend to be stupid, dog thief. Disarm and surrender within three counts, and spare your life. Otherwise, hum." He raised the sword in his hand.
"Three, =. One."
Ming Feizhen looked at the empty hands and was silent for a while. Zuo Youxiaohuo raised his head again to look at the sword in the boy's hand, and at first glance he knew that it was made by a famous master, the price was high, and there was a faint hint of greenness.
"If you give me your big sword, I will disarm. Otherwise, it is not good that you are too stupid.
Cang-gaw-gaw's sword was unsheathed, and a burst of frost hit his face. Although this sword is good, it is still not in the ranks of the gods. It's just that the young man's way of wielding the sword is peculiar, and his inner strength has brought the sword's cold and threatening meaning to twelve points. Haven't started yet, but it's already shocking.
This technique is called 'cold sheath'. It is not common in today's martial arts, and it is only occasionally seen in the martial arts. There are two great schools of sword use in Jiangnan, Lushan and Luojian. Among the three major factions, only Wudang has this technique.
It's just that the cold sheath techniques of each sect are different, and it is impossible to generalize which is stronger or weaker. This young man's cold sheath technique is extremely skilled, it can be seen that he has practiced it since childhood, not a half-way monk. Then there is no doubt that his teacher's inheritance has a great background.
The above is the opinion of the white-robed scholar.
When it was too late, Ming Feizhen reached out and grabbed the sword. The young man passed by the wrong way without stopping him.
The target in the young man's eyes suddenly disappeared. He maintained a flat thorn posture and continued to charge forward for seven steps, only to find that his hand seemed to be empty, not only ineffective and even a little lonely.
"Blue Cream.,
Ming Feizhen pointed his sword to the sun and read the inscription on the sword.
"It's a sword, worth a few hundred taels."
As a swordsman, if the sword is half-length, how can it fall into the enemy's hands. The young man was so angry that he waved his palms in anger, and the posture of the palms was extremely delicate, imprinting them on Ming Feizhen's body.
"Traitor, return my Qingshuang sword!"
And Mingfei didn't even look at it, and threw the sword in his hand.
"Brother, disarmed.
The momentum of the sword flying back was like a flash of thunder. Not only was it so fast that he couldn't even see the trajectory, he even crashed into the scabbard of the boy's waist, and when he was brought down to the sky, the boy suspected that half of his body would be crushed. Its strength is astounding.
The young man endured numbness and poor blood, and barely stood up.
"You, what kind of magic are you doing?"
Ming Fei really shrugged, and before he spoke, he heard someone in the restaurant say.
"The skill is not as good as others, and accusing the high-level martial arts is a demon. This is the tone of a very small person and cannon fodder. My young master, don't let this old man down.
The voice was soft and mellow, faintly poised. Like wine that has been brewed for decades, the middle-aged people want to get drunk. But every word came clearly into my ears.
Ming Feizhen was slightly moved and said, "Good internal strength.
This man was in the inn, and he used a miraculous martial art like Qianli Sound Transmission. However, when he spoke, he was calm and did not feel that he was forced to use his qi at all. It was not easy to cultivate his inner strength.
"You said he was martial arts?"
The sword-wielding boy seemed to know the voice, but no one saw it, but he picked up the words on his own.
Sure enough, the voice answered.
"Can't you see that this young man has a very deep inner strength. When he threw the white-robed boy with great strength, when he caught him, he turned his strength into softness. When he grabbed your sword, Soft and strong, but your sword is strong.
It can be seen that this young man has been taught by a stranger to have both inner strength and the effect of rigidity and softness. Although your internal strength is good, you are still more than ten years behind in terms of skill in comparison with those in the martial arts.
"Then what should I do
The voice said: "You have practiced swordsmanship for fifteen years, do you return it all back? If your internal strength is not as good as human beings, can't you win with swordsmanship? Your thirteenth swords of the sea tide return to the sky, you don't need to do anything more at this time. When?" After speaking, he began to explain the purpose of Jianlu swordsmanship.
Is it still a field guide
Ming Fei really seemed to be tired, so he greeted the restaurant's second to bring a bench, a parasol, and a large watermelon weighing twenty-five catties.
Now he is the evil star that everyone wants to avoid, and others will hide when they see him. It's a pity that the younger brother works in a restaurant. There are old mothers in the hall and younger siblings to support. He has to do it all: Ming Feizhen is sitting on the bench, shaking his legs and eating melons, so he is not comfortable and carefree.
But he heard a cry.
"Dog thief, look at my sword!"
A sword is slashed obliquely, but it looks much more than before.
Ming Fei really picked up the melon and blocked it, and was cut out by a quick sword. He lowered his head and gnawed it, praising the sweetness and freshness of the melon.
The young man was so angry that he had three swords in a row, one sword after another, almost simultaneously killing him. Who knew that Ming Fei didn't even lift his head, and threw a piece of melon rind on the boy's face. Hearing a 'pop', one person squatted on the ground with his face covered.
...I used the sea tide to return to the sky sword, it was useless.
The voice sighed.
"To make a sword is to make it home. The essence of this journey of entanglement is to use a continuous momentum. The key is to stick, stick, entangle, and quote. It is a taboo to make it slow, and make it fast. But it's not right. Gong Xiao I is playing with your impetuousness, how can you get the essence of it. You try to slow down by three points to see if he can get out?"
The young man wiped the skin of the melon on his face and used his sword again.
This time, the swordsmanship is really proficient, the law is strict, and the sword is like a tidal wave.