"Pah!" Wanxiang received another solid tap on the back of his head.

Bao Luo rolled up his sleeves and cursed: "Fuck you, your belly is full of grass! What nonsense, bullshit! As the saying goes, I would rather hold a big umbrella for a bachelor than be a strategist for a loser, you are so special

You're not even as good as a loser! If you go out and make a fuss like this, the little master won't be fine, our heads will be moved first!"

"Then...what do you think we should do?"

"Alas! I hope our ancestral graves can smoke and keep our little master safe, otherwise we will have no choice but to commit suicide and apologize and go down below to continue to serve our little master!"

…

Listening to the conversation between the two, Wu Shu and his son were speechless and looked at a loss.

The moonlight was shining brightly, and in the courtyard of the Qingfeng Taoist Temple, two figures, one large and one small, stood facing each other.

Guo Xuanwu was holding a small wooden sword with a stern look on his face, while You Tianxing was holding a slender branch and looking at Guo Xuanwu with a smile.

"Grandpa, don't be a swindler. If I win, you must keep your promise!"

You Tianxing Yile: "Little baby, if you have any special tricks, just use them. I won't take advantage of you at all. I only defend but don't attack. If you can touch the branch in my hand, you win!"

After saying that, he shook his hand casually, and the leaves on the branches rustled.

"Okay, let's start now!" Guo Xuanwu closed his eyes slightly.

You Tianxing didn't care at all, looking at him curiously, and simply put the branch in his hand behind his back.

Guo Xuanwu was focused on nothing else, silently reciting the sword technique of the Breaking Moon Sword style, recalling the move Zhou Jianbo made before his death and the scene of crescent moons in the sky in his mind. The tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and he slowly raised his hand.

Style---Fengqi.

"It's interesting, it's really like that!"

You Tianxing was happy at first, and then frowned, because he searched through the memories in his mind. He knew almost all the swordsmanship of all the major sects in the world, but he couldn't think of Guo Xuanwu's.

What is the name of the starting position?

He unconsciously crossed his arms across his chest, watching Guo Xuanwu's movements at leisure.

The wooden sword rose inch by inch, drawing a strange arc in the air. You Tianxing's interest increased greatly. Although it was just a simple movement, he felt that Guo Xuanwu's sword moves were extremely mysterious, and he immediately wanted to do it.

The desire to see the whole picture.

The more powerful a person is in martial arts, the more obsessed he is with profound and profound martial arts. At this moment, You Tianxing saw a sword move he had never seen before, and he suddenly became energetic. He stared at the wooden sword in Guo Xuanwu's hand, and his mind flashed instantly.

After trying one hundred and thirty-eight methods to crack it, none of them were perfect and all had loopholes. His brows gradually furrowed and he fell into a state of obsession.

He was obsessed. Guo Xuanwu was not idle. He was as steady as a mountain. He gathered all his skills. The second stage of the Moon-Breaking Sword Style, "Feng Ming", had been completed. The wooden sword made a soft "buzzing" sound, and the tip of the sword

Pointing to You Tianxing from afar, a light aura has already formed!

The "buzzing" sound made by the wooden sword suddenly woke up You Tianxing, who was obsessed with thinking about the solution. His face suddenly changed and his heart was shocked.

"This aura! It's impossible to do it without the skill of fourteen or five years. How is it possible..."

You Tianxing immediately stopped joking, and the protective energy spread all over his body, but it was already too late.

Just as he was releasing his protective energy, he heard Guo Xuanwu shout: "Feng Wu!"

In an instant, a colorful phoenix appeared in the sky, rushing towards You Tianxing with the force of thunder. Of course, the color of this phoenix was much lighter than that of Zhou Jianbo. At the same time, in his hand,

The wooden sword also made a crisp sound and broke into two pieces.

You Tianxing instantly felt the sword energy coming from all directions. Although the strength of the sword energy was nothing to him, and it could not break his protective energy at all, it was criss-crossing, overwhelming, everywhere up, down, left, front, and back.

There was no room for him to move around at all.

In desperation, he had no choice but to retreat. The branches in his hands vibrated at lightning speed, and he used the Demon-Slaying and Heart-Slaying Technique, one of the three ultimate moves, to surround his body airtightly, like a huge green silkworm cocoon.

generally.

"Sususususu..."

The colorful phoenix disappeared, the green silkworm cocoon also disappeared, and everything became peaceful again.

You Tianxing stood there blankly, looking at the bare branches in his hands, his expression as if he was mourning.

Guo Xuanwu's sword cut off all the leaves on the branches!

Guo Xuanwu threw away the broken sword in his hand, clapped his little hands, raised his eyebrows, and said proudly: "Grandpa, you lost!"

You Tianxing threw away the branch and showed a wry smile: "Yes, I lost..."

"Then you must keep your promise!"

"Of course, how can I, You Tianxing, break my promise? Okay! Very good! It's settled!"

You Tianxing raised his head and laughed, and then said with emotion: "Heroes indeed come from young boys, little baby, can you tell me where you learned this sword technique?"

"no!"

Guo Xuanwu shook his little head and said: "I promised my master that I would never say a word about it. A person must have the word 'righteousness'!"

"Hahahaha! That's right! You must be loyal! I'm leaving!"

After that, he rose into the sky and disappeared into the night sky like a shooting star.

"It's time for a stick of incense! Young master..."

Baoluo and Wanxiang ran into the front yard with wild shouts, followed closely by Wu Shu and his son.

"Great! Young master, are you okay?"

Bao Luo squatted in front of Guo Xuanwu and touched him from head to toe happily. Then he changed his face to a flattering smile and said: "My young master, you are really blessed by gods and Buddhas! That old man really keeps his word.

, I didn’t hurt a single hair of yours, that’s all! It made me so frightened that I cried a lot of water!”

"Snapped!"

Wan Xiang slapped him on the back of the head from behind and cursed angrily: "You damn immortal, you are so exaggerated, it's really disgusting! Just now I was worried about the safety of the little master, but those tears were like the torrential water of a river.

The stream flows continuously and flows into the Leiyue River. There are countless fish, shrimps, turtles and turtles that have been killed by salt! And that..."

"Snapped!"

Bao Luo returned it immediately, jumped on his feet and cursed: "And that snarky mouth! Well, you are really bragging and not drafting, and you are not paying for your life by coaxing people to death. You have to wait and see when you flatter me, and you actually stole it from me.

It’s over my head!”

The two of them were quarreling and chattering like sparrows.

Wu Shu, the leader of the Flying Eagle Sect, and his son Wu Qiang both knelt down on the ground, kowtowed and thanked each other, and cried profusely, with tears flowing down their cheeks. This was very lively in contrast to the all-encompassing quarrel between the two.

After crying for a while, Wu Qiang asked: "Little master, I wonder what magical skills you used to defeat the best sword in the world?"

Wu Qiang's question aroused everyone's curiosity, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

Guo Xuanwu said proudly: "Huh! I won't tell you! Remember it all! If any of you dare to be disrespectful to me in the future, I will slap you to death!"
Chapter completed!