Chapter 30: Sour

Seeing Ning Qi didn't speak.

The little fat boy Zhuang Chen started talking a lot.

"Ning Qi, really, please go down."

"Ning Qi, that wasn't my full strength just now."

"Ning Qi, why are you ignoring me?"

"Ning Qi, you are not very smart, oh, if you can't go down, then I will be gentler."

When Zhuang Chen finally couldn't help but say this, everyone looked strange.

The eldest brother of the Divine Sword Sect and the old man of the Divine Sword Sect twitched their lips.

Taoist Longshan smiled.

This little fat guy is very interesting.

Ning Qi looked at Zhuang Chen speechlessly, and finally spoke:

"If you keep talking, your master will beat you up."

Zhuang Chen looked back and saw the gradually darkening face of the old man with the magic sword, and he couldn't help but sniffed hard.

He reached out and pulled out the black wooden sword behind him, and his whole aura gradually changed.

A sense of sharpness rose and entangled, which surprised Ning Qi slightly. Only when he saw it in person did he realize that there was really someone who could change so much.

If Zhuang Chen was just a silly, greedy little fat boy before, then now he has some of the qualities of a peerless swordsman.

"Ning Qi, are you empty-handed?"

Zhuang Chen's voice was different from the solemn one before. In this state, he seemed to see that Ning Qi was not simple.

Ning Qi raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I use a sword, too."

He did not specialize in swordsmanship, but he had read quite a few sword manuals. With his comprehension, he could easily master more than ordinary people who had practiced countless times. Moreover, if one method is mastered, all methods are mastered. The Universal Fist is also the Universal Sword. The fat boy can be called a peerless genius in swordsmanship, but in front of Ning Qi, he is still a little immature.

A fighting spirit appeared in Zhuang Chen's eyes.

"Why don't you take the sword then?"

The words fell.

Ye Qinghe's voice from the Zhenwu Sect has already sounded:

"Junior brother, take the sword."

A wooden sword that matched Ning Qi's height flew towards him. Ning Qi did not look back, but just grasped it with his hand. The wooden sword seemed to have a spirit and fell right into Ning Qi's palm.

It seemed ordinary to ordinary people, but the old man with the magic sword narrowed his eyes instantly.

Somewhat surprised and uncertain.

As if he realized that Ning Qi was not simple, Zhuang Chen couldn't help but laugh. Practicing sword skills was his first hobby, and he was very happy to be able to fight with different sword masters. However, there was no one of his age in the Divine Sword Sect who could fight with him, not even those who were a few years older.

"Ning Qi, be careful!"

His fat body was unusually flexible, obviously he had already practiced tendon training. The first stage of tendon training is to temper the tendons and gain extraordinary toughness and flexibility, which is enough to enable the human body to perform all sorts of incredible movements.

For example, at this moment.

Zhuang Chen thrust his sword and flicked his wrist, and dozens of sword flowers flashed, and there were bursts of exclamations from the audience.

Zhuang Chen's expression was solemn, different from his previous foolish look, and now there was a sharp edge.

The sword flowers seemed light, but also had a heavy feeling, like a big tripod or a huge rock.

"Take it as if it were something important!"

Qin Yun spoke each word with emphasis.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Previously, Zhuang Chen had already demonstrated a high level of skill in making light of heavy objects, and he could send and receive swords with ease. Now, he swung out more than a dozen swords with ease. It was hard to imagine that such a realm of swordsmanship could appear in an eight-year-old child.

"Is this the natural sword bone?"

Qin Yun was silent.

Originally, he was somewhat dismissive of the words of the old man with the magic sword, but now, he was silent.

Ning Qi held the wooden sword casually in his hand.

Now his body is flawless and he can exert a force of 100,000 pounds with a wave of his arm. If he puts all his strength into it, he can easily flatten the little fat guy. Even Taoist Longshan doesn't know that he has such an exaggerated foundation.

Not to mention that Ning Qi's swordsmanship level is far beyond Zhuang Chen's, the two are not on the same level.

But there's no need to be so ostentatious.

Ning Qi took action.

First, he was somewhat interested in the Dragon Owl Sword. After all, it was the sword of a powerful Gangyuan Realm expert. Second, he just wanted to save face for his master. When the master is in trouble, the disciple should do the work. Ning Qi had to earn this face back. As for whether Taoist Longshan wanted it or not, it was his own business.

"Just use a physical strength similar to that of the little fat guy?"

This is not a difficult task for Ning Qi.

The sword light approaches.

Ning Qi hesitated to move.

This made everyone in the Divine Sword Sect confused.

But Zhuang Chen felt an unprecedented pressure. Ning Qi on the opposite side had not yet drawn his sword and was clearly just standing there loosely, but he seemed to be facing millions of invisible swords, and beads of sweat were already appearing on his forehead.

He had never seen such an opponent before.

Zhuang Chen shouted.

Finally couldn't stand the pressure.

He tried his best, and more than a dozen sword flowers disappeared. The wooden sword stabbed straight in an ordinary way, but the sword chant that broke through the air was extremely clear.

Longshan Taoist couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Is this... the unity of man and sword?"

Although Zhuang Chen had only just begun to glimpse this realm, it was still quite astonishing.

The old man with the magic sword was not proud this time, because he saw something even more shocking in Ning Qi, and a look of horror gradually rose in his eyes.

Ning Qi finally moved.

He looked at Zhuang Chen calmly, raised his hand casually, and slashed with the sword, like a breeze blowing on a willow.

The speed and strength are not amazing, and are even slightly inferior to Zhuang Chen, but there is an intoxicating beauty and artistic conception.

In Zhuang Chen's eyes.

The sword in Ning Qi's hand was like a wisp of wind or a cloud, floating lightly, yet omnipresent and with nowhere to hide.

Zhuang Chen's eyes widened, almost in a daze.

Wait until he comes to his senses.

Only then did he realize that the sword in his hand had fallen to the ground without him noticing, and Ning Qi's sword was hitting his fat belly.

Ning Qi smiled and tapped the fat boy's belly with his sword:

"The sword should be used like this."

Looking at the dumbfounded little fat boy, he always felt guilty and happy bullying the child.

now.

The martial arts arena was already silent.

Everyone around was staring at this scene in a daze. The people from the Divine Sword Sect and others were a little bit unbelievable and couldn't believe that Zhuang Chen was killed instantly.

In the Zhenwu sect, those disciples who had never seen Ning Qi in action were all extremely excited.

"Ninth Uncle (Ninth Brother) turns out to be so powerful!"

Ye Qinghe stuck out his tongue secretly.

"Xiao Jiu is really a monster. I can't understand his sword realm."

She originally thought that Ning Qi would defeat and beat up the fat guy with his overwhelming strength, but she didn't expect that he would suppress him with his swordsmanship.

In an instant, Ning Qi had become everyone's focus.

Qin Yun looked at this scene with complicated eyes.

There is joy, but also a bit of bitterness.

The old man with the magic sword was filled with turmoil.

This moment.

He finally understood why Taoist Longshan had only been amazed but not envious.

With a disciple like this, who would envy other people's disciples? !

He suppressed his envy and jealousy, and said in a very bitter tone:

"At such a young age, you have understood the meaning of swordsmanship and have walked your own path in the way of the sword. You are a swordsman... Longshan Niubizi, what kind of luck do you have..."

Taoist Longshan laughed and pretended to be relaxed.

"Brother Shenjian, you are too kind. Too kind."

In fact, he was also a little confused.

He only knew that Ning Qi's progress in body tempering was extremely exaggerated, but he had never seen Ning Qi display his swordsmanship. Today's sword also refreshed his cognition.

"It would be a waste to have such a sword-wielding genius in your Zhenwu sect..."

Hearing the envy and covetousness in the words of the old man with the magic sword.

Taoist Longshan became alert, because they were targeting his precious baby!

"I'm warning you, don't have any bad ideas!"

The old man with the magic sword curled his lips slightly, that was all he said.

He looked towards the training ground.

Ning Qi was calm and looked at his silly disciple.

I couldn't help but feel sour again.

at this time.

Zhuang Chen had come back to his senses from his daze. His eyes were filled with passion, and he immediately hugged Ning Qi's trouser legs:

"Ning Qi, what was that sword just now? Can you teach me? I can take you as my master!"

The old man with the magic sword had a face as black as the bottom of a pot.

This traitor!

(End of this chapter)