Zhou Zhiyang did not disappoint him, the sword momentum was calm, and it was agile, a sword stabbed at him, calm and solemn, but when he was about to make his body, he turned into a string of sword shadows, dazzling and difficult to distinguish. ．

Li Muchan is just dodging, one move and one style into the eyes, one heart and three purposes, in his mind and what he has learned

The comparison of swordsmanship is also compared with the nine swords of the sea adapted by himself.

The Canghai Nine Swords originated from the Canghai Nine Palms, which was slightly rudimentary, and he felt that it was far from completion, and one month of hard work was not enough, even if it was a year or two years, he was not sure.

The root cause is that the nine palms of the sea are greater than the subtlety, one method breaks ten thousand laws, condenses the essence of martial arts, and if you want to create the nine swords of the sea according to it, you need to fully comprehend these essences.

Although he has deep internal strength and superhuman understanding, in a short period of time, he wants to fully comprehend, but it is beyond the reach of manpower, he looks at the nine palms of the sea, such as facing the bottomless abyss, how to dig, can not dig to the end.

He thought about it, and the easiest way was to fight the masters.

Relying on one's own comprehension and meditating is better to use one's hands to stimulate.

In the blink of an eye, more than fifty moves passed, Li Muchan blindly dodged, and he was at ease, Zhou Zhiyang's sword momentum was full of agility and exquisiteness, and he could see that the surrounding disciples secretly applauded.

Among the ten descendants, Mei Ruolan was the most surprised.

She thought that she was in retreat again, and her martial arts had improved by leaps and bounds, and she had narrowed the distance between her and Li Muchan, but as soon as she came out, she saw such a situation that made her sigh.

When he was in Meifu, he didn't practice palm art seriously.

When he arrived at the Canghai Sword Sect, in just one or two months, his palm technique was exquisite to Jin, and his progress was amazing, and he sighed secretly in his heart, Zhan Ran deserved to be a genius, and he couldn't be coherent with common sense.

Zhu Zhao Shi looked at it with a smile, glanced at Wen Yinyue, Wen Yinyue's eyes were focused, and his expression was not

Move.

Zhou Zhiyang's swordsmanship is outstanding, his moves are calm, and his sword is heavy, as if each sword gathers a lifetime's strength, strong and agile, and as time passes, his moves become slower and slower.

There are fast and slow swordsmanship, most of them are won by fast, but at a certain level, they are faster and more powerful when they are slow.

Li Muchan's palm technique is slow, his palms are swiping left and right, carelessly, as if he is playing, and his feet are non-stop

dodged, and did not dare to make a hard connection with Zhou Zhiyang.

Zhou Zhiyang's swordsmanship is not fast, and it is getting slower and slower.

Everyone knows that although he slows down, his power is stronger, he is accumulating strength, and once he seizes the opportunity, it will definitely be a thunderous blow.

The top ten disciples of the Canghai Sword Sect were secretly worried, but the people on the Sky Island were secretly happy, although they felt that Zhou Zhiyang was down, they were full of confidence, believing that Senior Brother Zhou would be able to defeat the other party.

Zhou Wanli touched his white beard, his brows tightened, and he saw that something was wrong.

He vaguely felt that his son was in trouble, like a beast trapped, struggling desperately.

Looking carefully, Zige's breathing is getting rougher, the green tendons on his hands are exposed, and he is faintly swinging the sword desperately, but the sword momentum is slower, which must be weird.

Others couldn't see the subtlety, and Zhou Zhiyang secretly complained to himself.

It was as if he was in a quagmire, sinking deeper and deeper, and the air became mud, and it was difficult to move, and it took several times the strength to maintain the sword momentum.

Later, it was as if he was tied, and every part was pulled by silk threads, and the movements became more and more difficult, and even if he tried his best, the sword momentum could not be fast.

Look at each other again, calmly and slowly, dodge calmly, and swipe with both palms like play.

Zhou Zhiyang's heart sank, feeling like a silkworm, being bound and wrapped in silk,

After a dozen more moves, I'm afraid I won't be able to move anymore.

He was ruthless, his eyes shining, "Hey!" With an angry shout, the sword light rose sharply, the sword became steep and faster, and it stabbed into Gu Mu Chan's chest.

Li Muchan arced with his left palm, pulled lightly, and stepped forward.

A sword like thunder and lightning suddenly turned to the right and stabbed into the void on Li Muchan's left side, Li Muchan's shoulder hit his chest, and he flew out.

Li Muchan took a step back and saluted: "Brother Zhou, I have conceded." ”

Zhou Zhiyang landed, staggered back a few steps, and almost hit Zhou Wanli, his jade-like face flushed, like a layer of rouge.

He took a few deep breaths, suppressed the surging qi and blood, and smiled bitterly and clenched his fists: "Good palm, good internal force, bow to the wind in the lower hand!"

"Senior Brother Zhou?" the Trap Island disciple was not convinced.

Zhou Zhiyang waved his hand and sighed: "Needless to say, I did lose."

turned his head to Zhou Wanli and said, "Dad, the child is incompetent."

Zhou Wanli's face was gloomy, his eyes burst with cold lightning, he waved his hand, and hummed: "That's it, the skills are not as good as others, there is nothing to say, go back and work hard!"

Wanli's expression was calm, and he calmly retreated behind Zhou Wanli.

Master Zhuzhao glanced at Li Muchan with a smile, and smiled at Zhou Wanli: "There is a successor to the Lingjiao Sword of your faction, congratulations!"

Zhou Wanli's face was gloomy, and he said coldly: "The master is laughing, he is far behind!"

Master Zhuzhao didn't care about his face, and said with a smile: "He is a little worse, and if he trains for a few more years, he will definitely be able to shine!", Zhou Wanli snorted coldly, and did not speak with a calm face.

Master Zhuzhao smiled and said: "It's really a tiger father without a dog, Zhou Shaoxia, why don't you live in Canghai Mountain for a while and learn more from everyone, how about it?"

Zhou Zhiyang was stunned, surprised, and glanced at Zhou Wanli.

Zhou Wanli groaned, looked up at Mrs. Zhuzhao, and said in a deep voice: "Mrs. Shi"

The old man understands it and doesn't dare to disturb!"

Master Zhuzhao shook his head, showing a look of disappointment, and his smile faded: "Even so, this seat is not difficult, but it's a pity......

She pointed to the jade bottle on the table again: "Zhan Ran, put it away!"

Li Muchan solemnly agreed: "Yes." ”

After that, he stepped forward and took the delicate jade bottle and unceremoniously put it in his arms.

Zhou Wanli had a cold face, took out the string of night pearls from his arms, and the clear light flowed, attracting everyone's attention, he threw his hand and said in a deep voice: "Next!"

"Whew!" The sound of breaking the air was like an arrow, and the night pearl was streaked with silver light, shooting towards Li Muchan.

Zhumei Shitai and Li Zhuyue frowned, revealing a look of disdain, this drought is considered a big bully, and the amount of energy in ten thousand miles this week is narrow!

Li Muchan smiled, flicked his sleeves, and waved out his sleeves ruthlessly.

The night pearl is like a nest of milk swallows, and it got into the big sleeve, and there was no movement, he titheed and smiled: "Thank you Senior Zhou." ”

Seeing that his face remained unchanged and his expression was calm, Zhou Wanli frowned, his face became even colder, and he said in a deep voice: "You deserve it, thank me for what I did...... What a double-sword monk Zhan Ran, worthy of his name!"

"Don't dare to be. Li Muchan smiled.

Zhou Wanli snorted coldly, stood up and hugged his fists and said, "Mrs. Shi, there is a lot of disturbance, and the old man has no shame to stay, so he will leave!"

Zhu Zhaoshi smiled faintly and said: "Stay a few more days, the scenery of Canghai Mountain is good, and Zhan Ran also painted a bird's-eye view of Canghai, which is worth seeing." ”

Zhou Wanli shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Sheng Yi Xinling, the old man still has something to do, so I won't bother to say goodbye!"

After that, without waiting for Master Zhuzhao to say more, he turned around and left.

He scolded secretly: Mrs. Zhuzhao, this girl has sharp teeth and sharp mouth, and deliberately mentioned Zhan Ran, she wants to be angry with herself, which is really hateful and annoying!

He held his breath, turned around and walked out quickly, for fear that he would stay any longer if he didn't leave

You can't help but have a seizure, and things will get bigger.

Master Zhu Zhao got up, followed behind them, and said with a smile: "Why is Senior Zhou in a hurry to go down the mountain,...... Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, others will blame me for being rude. ”

Zhumei Shi secretly tugged at her clothes, made a look, and signaled her to stop, Wanli has a bad temper this week, don't really mess with her face.

Zhu Zhaoyi smiled and shook his head, indicating that it was okay.

Followed out of the Wuji Palace, Zhuzhao Shitai stood still, Zhou Wanli and their feet hurried, already

Descended the stairs and began to walk down.

Zhuzhao Shida stood at the threshold and said with a smile: "Senior Zhou is easy to go, forgive this seat is not far away...... Zhan Ran! for me, delay Zhou seniors!"

Mu Chan replied respectfully, his figure flickered, disappeared in place, and appeared in Zhou Wanli

Beside him, he said in a warm voice: "Senior Zhou, clear one by one!"

Zhou Wanli narrowed his eyes, glared at him coldly, snorted and walked down, without saying a word

Hair.

He was secretly shocked in his heart, but he didn't notice that Zhan Ran appeared, if he sneaked attacked, he couldn't do it this time.

Li Muchan talked to Zhou Zhiyang, Zhou Wanli had a cold face, but he couldn't scare Zhou Zhiyang, and others didn't dare

Talking to Li Muchan, he dared.

He admired Li Muchan abnormally, and felt that he was so young and had such skills, he would definitely be a pivotal figure in the future, and it would be harmful and harmless to be good friends with him.

Zhou Zhiyang sighed, shook his head and said regretfully: "Master Zhanran, it's a pity that you worship in the Canghai Sword Sect, Mingzhu secretly casts!"

Li Muchan smiled.

Zhou Zhiyang continued: "The martial arts of the Canghai Sword Sect are suitable for women, men can't practice, men can

If you practice, you can't be regarded as a top-notch master. ”

Li Muchan smiled: "You can't generalize. ”

Zhou Zhiyang shook his head and said regretfully: "With your qualifications, Master Zhanran, if you worship under my Trap Island Gate, your achievements will definitely be more than that, it's a pity, it's a pity!"

Li Muchan glanced at him deeply and said with a smile: "Brother Zhou's Lingjiao swordsmanship is very skillful, and we have a chance to learn again." ”

Zhou Zhiyang's heart was shocked, and he felt that he was uncovered and was seen through at a glance.

Knowing that it is useless to talk about it, Zhan Ran does not want to change his discipleship.

He secretly felt sorry for himself, and he really felt sorry for Li Muchan, such a talent had succumbed to his talent in the Canghai Sword Sect! If he was on the Trap Island, he would definitely be able to catch up with the senior brother and become the pillar of the Trap Island.

The two talked and laughed, and Li Muchan sent him to the top of the mountain and waved goodbye.

Li Muchan also felt a pity, and while talking, he showed his heart, this Zhou Zhiyang heart

Bright, upright, but a person who can be friends, but unfortunately, it is trapped on the empty island.

People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves, if one day the two factions fight badly and they really fight, even if the other party is not bad and worthy of friendship, they can't be merciful.

As he walked up the mountain, he touched the night pearl in his sleeve, and a cool breath penetrated from his fingers, along his arms, and into his mind.

I saw the brilliance before, and I knew that it was good, but I didn't expect that it was a jewel!