If the little angel sees anti-theft, it means the purchase rate is not high enough. Before he finished speaking, Luo Cang saw Luo Jiujiang's brows twitch. He probably knew what his apprentice wanted to refute, so he sneered: "You used this move to fight with the opponent's luck and suffered losses because you are too weak. Your skills are low and your strength is weak. You can't perform the true form of this move. 'Po Feng Lu' is originally a killer move that can defeat the enemy. Who told you to use it to repeatedly grind that turtle shell?"
At this point, Luo Cang improvised, "The essence of this move, wait and see—"
Having said this, Luo Cang formed his fingers into a blade and slashed downward with a decisive blow! The finger slashed diagonally for only a little over three inches, yet it made a resounding sound as it pierced the air and split the wind. Suddenly, the spiritual energy in the garden surged, dust billowing everywhere. A vast and mysterious pressure erupted from Luo Cang's fingertips, nearly forcing all living things to submit!
The moment Luo Cang's finger fell, a strong wind suddenly arose, muffled thunder rumbled, and a flash of lightning like a knife had already cut through the sky with unstoppable momentum. At that moment, it seemed as if all sounds and all feelings were stripped away from Luo Jiujiang. What he saw before his eyes, in his ears, and what he felt in his heart was only this knife!
Luo Jiujiang grabbed his collar and for a moment he was unable to breathe because of the dense cyclone around him.
"That's it." Luo Cang's expression remained unchanged as he casually withdrew his hand, "One move to kill the enemy, no need to elaborate. What you did just now wasn't a sword strike, it was a sawing motion."
Luo Jiujiang's throat rolled up and down, and the horror in his heart had not yet faded.
Seeing such a powerful sword, he no longer had any temper towards Luo Cang who had just mocked him for "juniors fighting each other".
Compared to the power and stunning appearance of this knife, the way he used it just now could only be called a "scratch".
"There is no signature on that sword manual. I wonder which senior created it..." Luo Jiujiang asked Luo Cang with conviction.
Luo Cang brushed off the dust on his knees, paused for a moment as if pondering, and then said nonchalantly: "Of course it's the notes I wrote in the past. Don't you think this book has a different style than other sword manuals? I accidentally slipped it in when I gave you the pile of sword techniques before."
At this point, he raised his head, which was a rare occurrence, and praised Luo Jiujiang: "The fact that you can learn this as your ultimate move shows that you have some foresight. After all, strictly speaking, it's not wrong to call it an Earth-level technique. This move can be learned by anyone with some cultivation, but its power depends on the skill of the person using it."
Hearing this, Luo Jiujiang subconsciously felt something was wrong. As expected, Luo Cang mocked him, "Of course, it's my fault that you used it and judged it to be a Yellow-grade technique."
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
Of course he is not that bad, but... never mind, his master has always been impolite in his words.
However, after being provoked by Luo Cang's almost habitual words, Luo Jiujiang calmed down and quickly remembered what the other party had said just now.
He said, "In fact, the Broken Wind Pavilion move you used is already an extremely exquisite move." Recalling this sentence, Luo Jiujiang couldn't help but feel a little strange: he had been worshipping under the other party for a while, how could he not know that his master had a habit of praising himself...
Fortunately, Luo Cang did not notice the resentment in Luo Jiujiang's heart, otherwise he would probably have beaten him into a spinning top on the spot.
Luo Cang, who had no idea what his apprentice was thinking about, softened his tone and waved to Luo Jiujiang: "Come here, I'll heal your wound."
Luo Jiujiang happily stepped forward and caught the small box of ointment that the other party threw into his arms.
"Roll up your sleeves and let me see." Luo Cang ordered.
After a moment, he stared at the spider web-like cracks under the skin of Luo Jiujiang's arms, which had already solidified into purple and dark red colors, and his brows slowly frowned.
"Apply this first and try to push away the blood clots... Never mind, I'll do it." Luo Cang took out a bottle of medicinal wine, looked at Luo Jiujiang's arm which was still trembling slightly and almost exhausted all his strength, and said in a deep voice.
Luo Cang's fingers were so cold that they nearly made Luo Jiujiang shiver. But as this hand, smeared with medicinal wine, steadily and swiftly pushed away the clotted blood beneath his skin, it slowly began to warm... as if it had been imbued with the warmth of the young man's arm.
"That's not how you use 'Pofenglu'." Luo Cang whispered while rubbing Luo Jiujiang's arm vigorously.
"I know, you just said that." Luo Jiujiang laughed.
"But you actually used it very well just now... I'm not saying that you have understood the spirit and meaning of Pofenglu, I mean that it is very suitable for you now." Luo Cang's expression was as indifferent as before, but his tone was incredibly gentle at this time, almost the gentlest compliment a teacher gave to his beloved disciple.
"With your Qi Refining Level 7 cultivation level against the Foundation Establishment Level 3, it's already a situation where the weak are facing the strong. I'm surprised you were able to win even though your opponent was wearing a magical weapon. And your fourteen sword strikes combined the essence of the 'accumulation' of the Huifeng Bagua Step. I didn't expect you to be able to purify it from your footwork and apply it to your swordsmanship—"
This not only surprised me, but also delighted me.
Luo Cang didn't say this out loud. Because of the lesson he learned from that man, he didn't dare to praise Luo Jiujiang too much. He was afraid that if he praised him, he would fly to the sky with pride and complacency, and after praising him for a few days, he wouldn't even be able to land.
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