"My brother said that a fast sword can cut off a river with one strike, but no matter how fast the sword is, it's impossible..."

"If I can't do it as a teacher, maybe someone can do it." Kui Mulang looked at his hands again and continued, "If every move of yours complies with the laws of heaven and earth, then your sword is not just a fast sword.

, it will also be a good sword.”

"A good sword?"

Zhu Yinuo was so fascinated by the word "good" that his hand unconsciously grasped the wooden sword that had been thrown aside. He quickly walked two steps to the center of the martial arts hall, started swinging the sword, and started stabbing. But then he couldn't help but frown.

, or someone who has practiced Jiuxing Feifu for too many years, and it is also an instinctive habit when he draws his sword.

Zhu Yinuo continued to swing his sword, one sword faster than the other, but he had no choice but to overthrow the habits he had developed over the years.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. After ten years of sharpening a sword, you threw away the original one. Now you have to practice it again with an innocent heart."

"Well, I understand, disciple."

Kui Mulang continued to watch Zhu Yinuo practice his sword with a smile on his face, and was extremely pleased. But thinking about what he was about to face, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. If he was really wiped out, this doll might still be like this?

"Disciple, Yinuo."

Kui Mulang changed his name temporarily. When Zhu Yinuo heard this, he stopped and walked over quickly.

Kui Mulang looked at Zhu Yinuo, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and then said: "I have to do something for the next few days, maybe for a few days, or for a few years. You call me master, but you can't do it as a teacher."

He has been giving guidance all year round, and he truly deserves the title of master."

"Master leads us in. It's up to the disciple to practice his own practice. Master, when will the next time we meet?"

Kui Mulang thought about it carefully, and then said: "It's hard to say who I am as a teacher when we meet next time, but when we meet next time, I will definitely let you know that your master is not a cat or a dog in the world."

Hearing this, Zhu Yinuo was even more happy, and his eyes were full of longing. But thinking that he and his master were both swordsmen, he couldn't help but think of one person, and then he asked: "Master, who is better between you and Zhong Xihou?"

One chip?"

When Kui Mulang heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said half-jokingly: "Next time we meet, how about I beat the handsome Zhong Xihou in the West City to a pulp in front of you?"

After hearing this, Zhu Yinuo smiled like a seven or eight-year-old child, nodded, and said in response: "I will beat Marquis Zhong Xi to pieces."

Kui Mulang is much older than Zhong Xihou. Although age will be an important factor in the difference in cultivation level, that person is Zhong Xihou after all. Is it a big talk or crazy talk? But why should you pay attention to it? Just be happy and happy.
Chapter completed!