Yun Jianghai looked bad and stared at Fan Jian, and said in a deep voice: "According to what my little brother said, do you think my Yun family's sword skills are not as good as others?"

Yun Potian opened his mouth aside, but he wanted to speak but stopped.

Fan Jian said seriously: "I don't have this intention. I know that there are countless sword techniques in the world. Some sword techniques are profound, some sword techniques can cut mountains with one sword, and some sword techniques can even cut rivers with one sword. But there is no perfect sword technique in this world. I think Brother Yun should be very clear about this."

Yun Jianghai carried his hands on his back and smiled, "Yes, as you said, there is no perfect sword technique in the world. The Yun family's sword technique passed down from my family has only a few defects, less than ten, and is already a first-class sword technique. Do you really want to find the defects from it?"

Fan Jian nodded: "That's right."

"Okay, young man, full of courage, I will fulfill you."

Yun Jianghai waved his hand: "Tian'er, go and practice our ancestral sword technique, so that this little brother can take a good look."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Yes, father."

It was hard to disobey his father's orders, and Yun Potian immediately held the sword in his hand and came to the open area.

Everyone once again retreated, leaving him with a wider square.

Yun Potian glanced at Fan Jian deeply, and there was a trace of guilt in his eyes.

He drew his sword and his whole temperament changed suddenly. He was like a sword, full of energy and sharpness.

Brush-

The sword energy is scattered and the sword light is shining!

"Good sword technique!"

Wang Hu exclaimed.

"It is truly worthy of being the ancestral sword technique of the Yun family, it is indeed a first-class sword technique."

Zhang He laughed with his beard.

Yun Jianghai nodded proudly.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

soon.

Yun Potian’s sword technique has been practiced.

The face does not change its color, and the breath does not last long.

He put his sword back into the sheath and bowed to Fan Jian with his fists.

"Please give me advice."

This moment.

The surroundings were surprisingly quiet.

Almost everyone's eyes were jokingly looking at Fan Jian.

Wang Hu, Zhang He, and Yun Jianghai are all old people. Fan Jian has long been showing that he is not a cultivator at all.

Any practitioner will have fluctuations in his body.

And they didn't feel even a trace of fluctuation in Fan Jian.

"Little Master, let's talk. The sword of Potian has been practiced. Tell us all about it. How many defects have you seen?"

Wang Hu sneered provocatively.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Yes, the little master, what you say is the water you poured out. You just said that as long as Potian practices the sword, you can see the defects of Yun's sword technique. If you have a louder voice, let us all listen to your insights."

Zhang He was even more insidious and even wanted to make Fan Jian louder.

He didn't think about what he said, "I'd like to sprinkle out water." He didn't think about it. He had said before that he had become a monk, but in the end he refused to admit it.

Yun Jianghai looked at Fan Jian and smiled and said, "Little brother, what do you see? Just say, don't worry, I will never be angry."

Fan Jian smiled.

He was still sitting on the chair, crossing his legs, and smiling: "Brother Yun, this is what you asked me to say. Don't be angry if I say it."

"It's okay, just say it, brother, I don't feel angry."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Yun Jianghai waved his hand and repeatedly promised.

Fan Jian laughed in his heart, and the moment of pretending to behave officially began.

He stood up, carried his hands on his back, and said, "I have seen 108 flaws from this sword technique."

"What? You fart!"

Yun Jianghai was immediately annoyed!

This is his ancestral sword technique. After several generations of efforts, it has been perfected to almost perfect.

Today, Yun's sword technique has less than ten defects and is already a first-class sword technique.

As a result, when it came to Fan Jian's mouth, one hundred and eight defects suddenly appeared.

More than a hundred defects, what kind of sword technique is that?

Not even the third-rate swordsmanship.

That is the fourth-rate sword technique.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

The Yun clan, the dignified Yun clan in Fengming City, actually used a set of fourth-rate sword techniques as a treasure?

This is simply an insult to Yun.

Wang Hu and Zhang He were also filled with righteous indignation.

"Boy, are you brave enough to eat Xiongxin? You speak nonsense and fire your guns all over your mouth. This is the ancestral sword technique of the Yun clan. It is one of the best sword techniques within a radius of thousands of miles. When you open your mouth, you actually say that this sword technique has more than a hundred defects? Do you want to die?"

Wang Hu's beards were all opened and he roared angrily.

Zhang He became even more angry. He stared at Fan Jian and said viciously: "Boy, the same thing is the case. You can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. Since you see that this Yun sword technique has 108 defects, how about you point it out to us all in public?"

"Yes, let him point out the defect."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"That's right, let him tell you all the flaws of Yun's sword technique!"

The audience around began to stir up a fuss.

Yunjianghai was as deep as water. He stared at Fan Jian with a bad expression and said, "Little brother, you saved my life and I owe you a favor. However, if you insulted my ancestral sword technique in the Yun clan, I can't spare you no matter how you said. Since you said that I saw that my Yun clan's sword technique was flawed, please point it out. There are 108 things you said, and I hope you don't miss any of them!"

In a blink of an eye.

Between Fan Jian and Yun Jianghai, he turned from benefactor to enemy.

Wang Hu and Zhang He were standing aside, feeling very happy.

Fan Jian agreed with a smile.

"Okay, Brother Yun, this is what you asked me to say. If I say it, don't be upset."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

In order to verify what he said, Fan Jian asked Tang Long to bring a wooden stick from the side and go to compete with Yun Potian.

Tang Long walked over with a wooden stick, holding a wooden stick.

He secretly complained in his heart: Master, you let me practice this three-legged cat's kung fu with the number one sword genius in Fengming City, and even asked me to take a wooden stick. You might as well kill me.

"Don't worry, with this sect here, I will keep you safe."

Fan Jian cheered Tang Long up.

This moment.

The audience around were all energetic.

There is fun again to watch.

The little head of the Sansi Yam Sect actually asked his disciples to challenge Yun Potian with a wooden stick. What is this asking for death?

Yun Jianghai's face looked even more ugly.

He glanced at his beloved son Yun Potian and said, "Tian'er, go and teach him a lesson. Never insult our Yun family's reputation."

"Yes, father."

Yun Potian had no choice but to lift his sword and walked up.

Swish-

The sword is unsheathed.

Cold light shines everywhere.

Tang Long suddenly felt his neck cold and instinctively shrank his neck.

His action immediately caused a burst of laughter.

"Hahaha, he was scared before the war started."

"Get out, what are you? How dare you challenge our Fengming City's No. 1 Sword Genius and even get a wooden stick? If you are looking for death, I can help you without Yun Potian's action."

The ridicule around made Tang Long's face turn red.

He secretly glanced at Fan Jian.

His current head is so calm and calm. Faced with so many people's ridicule, he is still in the mood to eat melon seeds.
Chapter completed!