Old Qin's face was a little unbearable, and he said with a dark face: "Boy, although my Qin family's swordsmanship is not very exquisite, there is no problem in killing someone." You are only fifteen or sixteen years old this year, even if you have practiced martial arts from your mother's womb, you have not been practicing Taoism for less than twenty years, and you are so big with me?"

Yun Ni also said on the side: "Hey, big villain, are you stupid? choose a longer one, choose a red tassel gun, so that Grandpa Qin will not be able to beat you." ”

Qin Fusu also said: "Ye Cuo, although my grandfather has just recovered from a serious illness, his old man's martial arts cultivation is unimaginable to the world. You still have to be cautious, or you'll get hurt. ”

Ye Cuo knew that he was here to discuss business with the Qin family today.

At the beginning in the hospital, his performance attracted the attention of Yun Yehe and Qin Lao, who hoped to absorb themselves, and they also hoped to be able to use the Qin family's power. After all, he was going to destroy the Blood Killing Organization in the future, and without the help of the Qin family, it might be difficult for him to do it alone.

But because of this, Ye Cuo wanted to be more aggressive, he wanted to make himself and the Qin family a cooperative relationship, and the two sides were equal. And it can't be, the Qin family is his master, then his gains outweigh his losses.

Ye Cuo is trying to show his strength today.

The martial arts he practiced in his previous life were not all taught by the killer organization, but after his parents died, a bad old man saved him who was about to commit suicide and passed it on to him.

When the bad old man passed on the martial arts, he once mentioned that this martial art was called "Dragon Divine Skill".

This dragon magic skill is very magical, and the general martial arts are divided into internal and external skills. The final result of internal and external exercises is to achieve a strong physique, stimulate potential, and make the human body burst out with more powerful combat effectiveness.

And the dragon god skill is very rare, neither practicing qi nor refining the body, but lianyi. The cultivation method of this martial art is very different, requiring martial artists to imagine themselves as a dragon, soaring above the nine heavens, swallowing the sun and the moon, and destroying the galaxy.

There are thirteen layers of this martial art, but that bad old man only taught Ye Cuo the first nine layers, and according to him, the ones after the tenth layer have been lost.

Because the tenth layer of this divine skill is called the Transformation Dragon! After cultivating, the whole person will really turn into a flying dragon and shatter the void, so no one in the mortal world knows how to practice the next four layers.

Ye Cuo actually didn't believe it in his heart, he didn't believe that there were immortal cultivators in this world, because in his previous life, he had cultivated to the ninth layer of the Dragon Divine Skill, and he was already the most powerful killer in the world, and he had encountered many strong opponents.

But those opponents are just ancient martial arts cultivators or supernatural cultivators, real immortal cultivators, Ye Cuo has never seen them.

Since the Dragon Divine Skill does not practice qi or refine the body, it naturally does not even have moves. In fact, the magic of this martial art is that he has no moves, but he has moves everywhere, and he can copy all the moves he sees into his own moves for my use.

This is also the reason why Ye Cuo learned basketball skills so quickly before, and he has the ability to be called direct replication.

Qin Lao looked at the wicker in Ye Cuo's hand at this time, with a few tender leaves on it, soft as a girl's fingers, and couldn't help but snort coldly: "Boy, you are so crazy, don't blame me for hurting you." ”

Before Ye Cuo could speak, Yun Ni said on the side: "Big villain, change quickly, change the bow and arrow, and shoot from a distance, so as not to be beaten." Or if you just admit defeat, do you really want to be beaten?"

Yun Yehe also said: "Ye Xiaoyou, I am convinced that your medical skills are decaying, but martial arts still needs time to practice, and you can't be so big." ”

Qin Fusu said: "Grandpa, be merciful to your subordinates, don't hurt classmate Ye Cuo, I am friends with him." ”

Qin Lao's face was cloudy for a while, and he said to Ye Cuo with a smile: "You kid, do you want to use this trick to make me angry, and then take advantage of my restlessness to sneak attack me? I'm not fooled, you go and choose a weapon that you're good at." ”

Ye Cuo smiled and waved the wicker in his hand and said, "No need, that's enough." ”

Qin Lao said angrily: "Then come on." As he spoke, the crutches in his hand stabbed out, as fast as lightning, and connected three times in mid-air, pointing at Ye Cuo's eyebrows, throat, and heart.

Although he used a crutch in his hand, it was an authentic swordsmanship, and these three moves directly drew three afterimages in mid-air, and almost at the same time they hit Ye Cuo's face.

Ye Cuo raised one hand, and the wicker in his hand seemed to come to life, like an extremely agile snake, silently wrapped around Qin Lao's crutch.

Qin Lao was shocked in his heart: What kind of move is this?

He didn't know that Ye Cuo's best use in his previous life, except for the flying knife, was a soft sword. Ye Cuo's soft sword, which was as thin as paper, after killing someone, hesitated too quickly, and the muscles were squeezed together, and even the wounds were difficult to find.

Because soft swords are too thin and light, they are very difficult to use, so almost no one chooses this weapon that can hurt them if they are not careful.

However, Ye Cuo has cultivated it into the most terrifying and secretive weapon in the killer world.

Qin Lao's crutches were as fast as lightning, and in just an instant, dozens of swords had been stabbed, but the wicker was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, no matter what move he had, the wicker could always wrap around the crutch. The crutch stabbed to the east, the wicker followed to the east, the stab to the west, and then to the west, but it could always deflect Qin Lao's stabbing move at the last moment, causing the direction of the attack to change involuntarily.

Although Ye Cuo has not recovered much since he was reborn because of the short time, he will not forget his moves.

The Qin family's swordsmanship is about flowing water, but at this time, Qin Lao felt that his crutches were like a rope being bolted, no matter how he swung it, there was always a force pulling along his strength.

Originally, he only stabbed seven points beyond the east, and that force would pull him to stab eight points, and he closed back five points, but that force pushed him back to take back six points. Although it didn't hurt him, it didn't make him uncomfortable.

The Qin family's sword was as fast as lightning, and in a moment, Qin Lao had already finished a set of swordsmanship. And he, a so-called ordinary master, couldn't take three swordsmanship, until all the one hundred and eight moves were exhausted, Ye Cuo was still in front of him, a wicker was like a poisonous snake, bent into various weird arcs in the air, and it didn't rush out, as if he wanted to choose someone to eat.

Yun Yehe, Qin Fusu and Yun Ni all looked stupid, they thought that it would only take a few seconds for Qin Lao to point a cane on Ye Cuo's body and make him admit defeat.

Unexpectedly, now it seems that Ye Cuo has the upper hand, and several people don't believe their eyes anymore.

Qin Lao has never been so depressed, he didn't use his internal force, he has always let Ye Cuo again, he didn't expect to be so aggrieved at this time.

After these one hundred and eight moves, Qin Lao had no choice but to use the sword technique from scratch again.

However, at this moment, Ye Cuo shook with one hand, and the soft wicker was stretched straight, like a sharp sword, and quickly stabbed out three swords, one sword pointed directly at Qin Lao's eyebrows, one sword stabbed at the throat, and one sword stabbed at the heart.

Yun Yehe couldn't help but exclaim in surprise beside him: "Qin family swordsmanship?"