Qin Grace threw a parchment scroll over and said, "As for the moves, Jian Chi and I will teach you."

Li Ziye took the parchment and recited the cultivation methods in it carefully.

After about a dozen breaths, Li Ziye raised his head and said, "I remember."

"So fast."

Zhang Sloppy said in surprise, such a short time is only enough to read it once.

"Have a good memory, born with it."

Li Ziye grinned, showing eight white teeth.

"Oh, finally there are some advantages."

Zhang Sloppy said with a faint smile.

"Watch carefully."

On the side, Qin Genna saw this and said calmly, then stepped forward and passed by Li Ziye.

Before he could react, at some point, the Qingshuang Sword in Li Ziye's hand had disappeared.

Qin Wegna took back her sword and stepped forward.

The next moment, in the backyard of Li's Mansion, a fairy was dancing with a sword. The garden was full of flying flowers and fallen leaves. A handle of green frost covered the eyes with cold light, and the sword energy stretched three hundred feet across.

By the lake, Li Ziye looked shocked when he saw this scene.

The hall was filled with flowers and three thousand guests were drunk,

One sword frost-frozen fourteen states.

This is the sword. Is this the Sword Immortal?

"Haha, boy, watch carefully!"

On the side, Zhang Slutty laughed loudly, waved his hand and raised his sword. Three-foot Qingfeng took it, striding like a shooting star, holding a pot of wine and a sword, with great pride and sword energy soaring into the sky.

The scene that cannot be described in words has become the most unforgettable memory in Li Ziye's life. The two sword gods, with two swords, their bodies are like wind and thunder, and their swords are like stars, reappearing the unparalleled style of the thousand-year-old sword gods.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the wind stopped, the leaves fell, the sword light dissipated, and everything returned to calm.

Qin Wugna left, and Zhang Sloppy returned to the lake to continue drinking. No one disturbed Li Ziye, who was deeply shocked.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Ziye came back to his senses with difficulty, looked at Zhang Slutty aside, and said in a hoarse voice, "Old Zhang, how long will it take for me to reach your level?"

"Thirty years."

Zhang Sloppy took a sip of wine and said calmly.

"How about catching up with the first-generation sword god?"

Li Ziye asked again.

"Three hundred years."
Chapter completed!