In the Bahuang Crime Blade, the strength is actually not even, just like Liang Shanbo, the six masters are also divided into high and low strengths.

If you insist on sorting, the elder is the strongest, followed by Ma Jianxing, and then the autumn rain of Cape Yue Temple, among the remaining three, the rebel ghost is the strongest, followed by Apcha, and Kasaka Shiyu is the weakest of the six masters.

In the Elder's Handbook, there are three stages of mastery, mastery, control, and peak, also known as the first stage, the mastery, and the upper stage.

Mihai is between the first and the skilled, while the Baoko Naroki is completely a skilled person, she is all in the hand of the naginata, the so-called inch long and inch strong, she and Mihai can be described as a superior judgment.

Mihai's scythe couldn't get close, and he was knocked away every few meters away from Bao Ko Na Luo Ji, neither the move nor the strength of Bao Ko Na Luo Ji was as good as Bao Ko Na Luo Ji, after the two fought for thirty moves, Mi Hai's face was extremely ugly, this was the first time he was suppressed like this, even if he knew that this trance Wu Ji was very strong, but he still felt a sense of shame in his heart.

Bao Ke Na Luo Ji Nagi Nagi Nagina Nagina Knife danced, but seeing the strong wind overflowing, the breath of the blade said that the ground cut a series of traces of different shades, the most intuitive is that the scythe blade in Mihai's hand has already been cut unevenly.

Looking at the almost scrapped substitute in his hand, Mihai did not discard it, although he looked ugly, but still controlled the chain and fought with the naginata, until there was a clear crisp sound, and the sickle broke in response.

Bao Ke Na Luo Ji was sent in his heart, expecting that the other party should stop, and when he was about to withdraw the nagina knife that he had chopped out, he saw that there was still a short blade hidden in the broken blade, which was a sword hidden in the sword!

When Bao Ke Na Luo Ji was recruiting, his pupils shrank when he saw this, and the short blade was already getting closer and closer to him.

At the moment of crisis, a kick suddenly kicked him down from behind, and Wayne raised his hand to take the short blade, but saw blood splatter, and the short blade pierced the palm of his right hand.

Lying on the ground, Bao Ko Nai Luo Ji looked stunned, and Mihai's face was full of mockery, "At this time, you still think about heroes saving beauty?" ”

After that, he pulled the chains, but his face froze. Because he found himself unable to smoke at all?

Huo Ran looked at Wayne, and saw that his right hand was holding the short blade tightly with severe pain, and a gritted smile appeared on his face, "This time, you can't escape, right?" ”

"Wheh—" Mihai was shocked, and felt a strong force in his hand drag him towards Wayne.

The next moment, the word that hadn't yet been spit out was blasted back into his stomach by Wayne's fist.

Blood and teeth splattered, and Mihai's face was distorted, no longer in the same way as before.

Wayne gritted his teeth and pulled out the short blade in his hand, looking down at Mihai who almost killed himself with a complicated expression, the tightly clenched left hand foreshadowed his inner struggle. In the middle of it, he slowly exhaled, threw down the short blade, and slowly left.

Looking at Wayne's departing back, the unscathed Bonkeneroki looked surprised, "Why didn't you kill him?" ”

"Kill him and dirty my hands!" Wayne, who didn't look back, left this sentence.

A faint smile appeared on Baokonairoji's face, "What a funny little ghost." ”

After the words fell, she looked down at Mihai, who belonged to the same Bahuang Crime Blade as herself, grabbed it, and slowly dragged it away.

Even if there was a conflict before, it was a colleague after all, and this was 'dark'.

Wayne eventually collapsed on the side of the road due to excessive blood loss, and he had no idea what would happen to Mihai if he was taken away by Paukonerogi.

Liangshanbo.

Since Wayne left, there have always been obstacles in everyone's hearts, especially Meiyu, who is the most obvious, and all emotions are written on their faces.

Seeing that the object of his crush was in such a bad mood day by day, the registered disciple Shirahama Kanichi, who was studying martial arts in the dojo, couldn't do it if he wanted to make her happy, and he couldn't help but feel angry at the senior brother who had never shown up.

He wanted to ask aloud why Wayne was so ruthless? Even if he knows that Wayne can't be blamed for this, his emotions are difficult to control, and this is a person who is caught in emotional entanglement, and it is extremely easy to judge things with emotion.

So, Shirahama Kanichi, who made up his mind to teach this senior brother a lesson, practiced martial arts desperately, which really surprised the masters. But if they know what they want, I'm afraid they will scoff at it, right?

Wayne's third week of training was 21 days.

After waking up, Wayne found himself lying in a simple room, with some miscellaneous items piled up everywhere, especially scrap metal, which looked like a blacksmith shop.

Struggling to get up from the ground, Wayne pushed open the door of the house, and the scene outside the door seemed to be an abandoned wasteland in the suburbs, which looked a bit like an unfinished building, and there was an anvil and stove not far away, which seemed to be really an iron-striking shop.

Wayne stepped forward and looked at the neatly arranged blades, which seemed to have been made not long ago, made of fine Damascus steel, and a handle that could be described as extremely sharp, and at a glance it was clear that it was the technique of a famous artist.

"You know swords?"

An old, twilight voice came from behind him, as if he didn't need to look back to know that this was an old man who was dying.

Wayne turned his head, and an old man who was not thin and full of twilight looked at him calmly with a bucket, as if waiting for his answer, "I don't know much about swords, but I know that they are all good swords." ”

Hearing this, the old man was noncommittal, his eyes looked at the swords he had created, and said lightly, "The sword is not good, but the people who use it, the reason why a famous sword can become a famous sword is because it has the fame given by the owner." ”

Wayne heard this, and it seemed that he was talking about swords, but in fact, he was also talking about martial arts, the fame of martial arts, and the strength of martial arts did not lie in itself, but in whether the person who used it was strong, and there was no need to stick to the strength of the moves, even if it was a superficial basic skill, as long as you were strong enough, it was a peerless martial art.

Is it because the Wind Forest Temple is so difficult to practice? No, it's just very simple, but it's simple but can't be used, it's because the realm is not enough!

Under the realm of being a master, Wayne rarely uses the Wind Forest Temple Stream, and most of them are martial arts of other masters.

"It turns out that I'm too obsessed with the strength and weakness of those martial arts, and it turns out that I've always neglected myself..."

Suddenly realizing his wrong path, Wayne respectfully saluted the old man, "Thank you seniors for solving your doubts!" ”

The old man waved his hand and glanced at Wayne deeply, "Young man, would you like to learn how to strike iron with me?" ”

"It's an honor!"