East China Sea.

Huge waves surged.

On the boundless sea.

A large ship from Yingzhou sailed by, drifting with the current.

There was only one person on the boat.

There was a figure that looked like a young man, holding an ancient sword, and his eyes were full of traces of time.

Tianjian Ruoye, the number one person in Yingzhou, a peerless strongman who is as equal as the Plum Blossom Sword Immortal, taught swordsmanship for a month, left the inheritance, and boarded a ship to the Central Plains alone.

On the sea, waves roll up from time to time.

The ship was rocking and rocking, as if it might capsize at any moment.

However, the Heavenly Sword on the ship seemed to have roots under its feet and did not move even half a step.

"Central Plains."

Tianjian Ruoye looked at the end of the distant sea, and a little light flashed in his eyes.

I hope Zhongyuan and his party can eliminate the confusion in his heart and realize the sword on the sword.

Great commercial capital.

Taixue Palace, North Campus.

Attention.

The two figures were ten steps apart, looking at each other.

"Brother Li, be careful."

Wen Xiuru looked at the young man in front of him and smiled.

"bring it on!"

Li Ziye said with great confidence, "I am no longer what I used to be. There is no doubt that I will defeat you."

Li Gouzi believes that when fighting, no matter what the final result is, the momentum cannot be lost.

To be honest, that is a necessary process!

"Oh."

Wen Xiuru chuckled lightly and pointed at the sword. He took the ancient sword into his hands, and a majestic and righteous energy surged out from his body.

Later.

The silhouettes of two people emerged.

As fast as thunder.

Around them, Chen Qiaoer, Li Qingshan and others were watching the battle, and several Confucian disciples also heard the news and came to join in the fun.

This is the first time for the second senior brother to compete with Professor Li.

"The progress of Confucianism is really rapid."

When the two met for the first time, outside the battle, Li Qingshan and others could see Wen Xiuru's rapid improvement in strength.

"The Confucian cultivator has access to the seven meridians, and the boy from the Li family has access to the six meridians. The difference is not huge. However, the time of cultivation between the two is very different, and their cultivation and background are not the same."

On the side, Chen Qiaoer adjusted his glasses and said, "So, the strength of the two of them is not at the same level. This battle will depend on how many moves this little guy can withstand."

A room not far away.

Bai Wangyu walked out of the room and looked at the battle ahead.

"Keng!"

The two swords exchanged, the sword energy vibrated, and the two figures separated, and before they could blink, they appeared again.

People are like lightning, swords are like shadows, people are fast, and swords are faster.

"This kid doesn't seem to be bad at all."

Next to Chen Qiaoer, Li Qingshan looked at the battle ahead and said in surprise, "Although his cultivation is not as good as his own, his proficiency in swordsmanship and combat experience are not much weaker than those of a Confucian scholar."

"This shows that the boy from the Li family has worked harder than anyone else in the past two years."

Outside the North Courtyard, Faru walked up and said, "There are no shortcuts to skill proficiency and combat experience, only hard practice."

"Master Zhang."

When Chen Qiaoer and Li Qingshan saw the person coming, they immediately bowed respectfully. Even though Faru had been relieved of his duties as the headmaster, the Confucian sect valued etiquette the most and would not lose respect just because Faru was no longer in his position.

"The boy from the Li family has gradually narrowed the gap between fellow practitioners Ru Ru and Wang Yu."

In front of everyone, Faru stopped, stared at the battle ahead, and said calmly.

"What the palm master said is true, but the boy from the Li family has only learned the first six moves of Feixian Jue. He cannot defeat the Confucian cultivator with just the first six moves."

Chen Qiaoer said solemnly, "Although Fei Xian Jue is said to be invincible in the same realm, there is a limit. Among my disciples of Confucianism, the strength is only below Wang Yu. There is no doubt that it has exceeded this limit."

"boom!"

Chen Qiaoer just finished speaking, and the battle ahead was underway.

The swords of the two collided, the sword energy impacted, and the battle broke out.

"The style of a gentleman."

Wen Xiuru swung his sword, his aura of righteousness surged, and his attack became more and more fierce.

When Li Ziye saw this, his figure was like lightning, he avoided the attack, counterattacked with his sword, and his sword energy shot out of the air.

"Awesome and powerful energy!"

Wen Xiuru raised his hand, and the protective aura appeared, blocking the former's sword aura.

The second disciple of the Confucian sect showed great composure between offense and defense.

"The secret blessing of Liujia, the most powerful soldiers!"

Seeing that his attack was ineffective, Li Ziye forcibly converted his true energy, penetrated the sword in his hand, and attacked again.

"boom!"

Under the powerful offensive, Haoran Gangqi broke through in response.

Wen Xiuru's eyes were slightly surprised, but he remained calm and calm. He stepped lightly to avoid the front edge of the sword, raised his hand and patted it gently, sending the young man in front of him flying away.

There was a thud.

Li Ziye flew several feet away.

Victory or defeat has been decided.

Li Ziye steadied himself with a wry smile on his face.

This guy is obviously much more powerful than the genius from the Chiba clan.

These guys from the Confucian sect, all of them look so polite, but how can they be so good at fighting!

"Seventeen moves."

Wen Xiuru sheathed his sword and said with a smile, "Brother Li, that's not bad."

"Why are you progressing so fast!"

Li Ziye said angrily, "Didn't you say that the further you go, the slower your cultivation speed will be?"

In less than a year, this guy is already in the late third stage!

“It’s hard to make gains through accumulation.”

Wen Xiuru smiled matter-of-factly and said, "Martial arts, the most important thing is to lay a solid foundation. Therefore, the martial arts progress of Confucian disciples is not fast in the early stage. However, once the foundation is laid, the subsequent martial arts progress will be faster."

, it all depends on the individual’s talent, for example, Senior Brother, his cultivation level was similar to that of all the Confucian disciples before, but now he is far ahead of everyone."

When Li Ziye heard this, he glanced at the guy in front of him and Little Red Riding Hood in front of the room not far away, and became more and more angry.

They are all perverts!

He can't beat any of them!

"Xiu Ru's strength is actually very close to mine, but he has rarely been serious about it."

Bai Wangyu stepped forward and said softly, "Brother Li, if you want to defeat Huo Lin'er in one year, you must have the strength to rival Xiu Ru."

"Elder brother is highly praised."

Wen Xiuru smiled and said, "I can feel that Brother Li has just hidden his clumsiness. He should still have some moves left unused."

"Of course!"

When Li Ziye heard this, he immediately raised his head and said, "I just let you, otherwise, I will defeat you, there is no suspense."

Not far away, Fa Ru and others looked speechless.

This guy is really thick-skinned.
To be continued...