Chapter 456 This is clearly a one-sided assault
Li Qingshan gritted his teeth and swung his sword. The long sword emitted a dazzling light, and three layers of sword energy condensed on the blade.
He didn't believe that even with the spiritual sword amplification at the same level, he still couldn't stop a broken wooden stick!
Lu Yao raised his eyebrows and swung the wooden stick casually again.
There was no explosion of spiritual power, no whistling sword energy, but it accurately hit the intersection of the sword auras.
With a clang sound.
The sword energy shattered like glass, and the spirit sword was actually shaken out of his hand and flew out, sticking into the stone wall three feet away, buzzing.
"It's game over!"
"you……"
Li Qingshan was stunned. "Master, you clearly didn't use any spiritual power, so why are you still able to..."
"The way of spiritual weapons depends on the mind." Lu Yao tapped his brow with his wooden stick. "Your wrist was shaking when you held the sword, and your Qi was weak. How could it not be broken?"
After saying that, he started to attack without any courtesy with the wooden stick in his hand.
Li Qingshan covered his head and ran away, but the wooden stick accurately hit the acupuncture points on his wrists, ankles, waist and other places.
Every hit made him cry out in pain.
Those defensive magic weapons are completely vulnerable in front of Master.
"Ahh!! My butt!!!"
Li Qingshan cried and ran away, but he was chased all over the field by the wooden stick. Every time he was hit, he screamed like a pig being slaughtered, "It hurts! Master, please be gentle!"
"Ah! Master, don't hit me in the face!"
"Disciple was wrong! Disciple was wrong!"
Li Qingshan was still howling and running around, covering his butt.
Lu Yao turned a deaf ear.
The wooden stick suddenly changed its shape, turning into a sky full of afterimages that covered Li Qingshan.
The latter felt a blow to his shoulder, back, and leg. The pain made him jump up on the spot, tears streaming down his face. "Master! My spiritual roots are about to be destroyed!"
"It won't be useless."
Lu Yao said calmly, but the wooden stick suddenly withdrew its force when it touched his Lingtai acupoint, "This little bit of force is just to loosen your bones."
"Loose bones?!"
Li Qingshan wanted to cry, but he couldn't. "How can it be so loose!"
Su Qian watched Li Qingshan being chased all over the field, the corners of her mouth twitching: "This is not instruction, it's clearly a one-sided beating..."
It's just unbearable to watch.
She finally understood why these disciples were so frightened when they heard Lu Yao say "guidance" on their cultivation. With this kind of "guidance", who wouldn't be afraid?
Thinking of this, Su Qian silently took a step back.
I muttered to myself.
Will this guy "instruct" me like this in the future?
Xia Mengmeng covered her face and turned her head away: "Third Brother is so miserable..."
The fourth brother swallowed hard and became even more panicked.
"I suddenly realized that Brother Lu Yao was very gentle to me before." Xiao Liu covered his eyes and peeked through his fingers.
Normally, if you make Brother Lu Yao angry, the worst that happens is you take away his battery.
It's better than being chased all over the field.
"Young man, didn't you want the Pavilion Master to give you some pointers? After the Pavilion Master has instructed a few disciples, I'll tell him about it for you."
Among the outer disciples watching, a busybody nudged the young man who had just joined the sect.
The latter looked at the miserable state of Li Qingshan running away in the martial arts arena, his pupils suddenly constricted, and he shook his head fiercely: "No, no need! I suddenly feel that my spiritual roots... are more suitable for doing odd jobs!"
A burst of suppressed laughter broke out all around.
finally.
Amidst Li Qingshan's wailing, Lu Yao put away his staff and stood up: "That's all for today."
Li Qingshan fell to the ground as if he had been pardoned. His clothes were torn and his handsome face was now bruised and swollen, as if he had been hit by a truck.
"I seriously suspect that Master is jealous of my good looks, otherwise why would he be so cruel?"
Li Qingshan rubbed his bruised face with a grimace and gasped in pain.
But he only dared to mutter in a low voice.
When Lu Yao's wooden stick fell, the force seemed fierce, but it always avoided the vital points. He felt that the acupoints on his waist that had been pressed were now surging with heat.
It is just as Master said.
Every "guidance" is an opportunity to be reborn.
"Third Brother, you're not enjoying being beaten, are you?"
Xia Mengmeng squatted in front of him and suddenly reached out and poked his swollen cheek.
Otherwise, why would he have such a secretly happy smile?
“Ah! It hurts, it hurts!”
Li Qingshan roared and jumped three feet high.
"Back then, our senior brother was beaten with the scabbard by our master for three days, but now he is the best swordsman among his peers!"
The fourth brother echoed: "That's right, it's your blessing that Master is willing to take the time to guide you!"
"Get lost! Do you want this blessing?" Li Qingsong rolled his eyes in annoyance.
These two little heartless ones.
"Third brother, are you dissatisfied with your master?" Lu Yao turned around with his wooden stick trembling slightly and a smile in his eyes.
Li Qingshan shuddered, his eyes, swollen like walnuts, suddenly widening. "Disciple, I dare not! Master's guidance is like a revelation. I feel my mind is clear and bright, and all my senses are enlightened!"
Xia Mengmeng suppressed a laugh and poked him on the back: "You were just muttering 'Master is seeking personal revenge'."
"Cough cough..." Li Qingshan coughed violently twice.
Su Qian looked at the shadow of the wooden stick in Lu Yao's sleeve when he turned around, and suddenly chuckled: "Next time I practice, you won't use this trick on me, right?"
"Of course not." Lu Yao paused, his ears burning slightly, "To you...with my hands."
"With your hands?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Hand in hand." His voice was as gentle as the spring breeze.
"Master's 'guidance' this time is much lighter than the last time." Bai Yu stood with the sword in his arms, respect in his eyes.
"Next!"
Lu Yao tapped the ground with his wooden stick and glanced at the people. "Who's coming?"
Xia Mengmeng and Lao Si looked at each other and stepped back with fear all over their bodies.
Bai Yu was about to speak.
Xia Mengmeng and the fourth brother calmly pushed Zhou Xian forward half a step.
Zhou Xian: “???”
"Master, Second Brother has been obsessed with formations recently and hasn't had any actual combat in a long time!" The fourth brother was quick-witted and pushed Zhou Xian to the front row again.
“You guys…”
Zhou Xian sighed helplessly: "Forget it, then I will go first."
Lu Yao raised his eyebrows and spun the stick in his palm. "Zhou Xian, step out."
"yes!"
Zhou Xian's fingertips moved slightly, and complex rune patterns suddenly appeared on the ground of the martial arts field. Golden and green light intertwined, and three puppet shadows condensed in mid-air.
Xia Mengmeng exclaimed, "It's the 'Three Talents Immortal Trapping Formation'! Second Senior Brother can actually draw a formation with his bare hands?"
"good."
Lu Yao tapped the center of the formation with his wooden stick, a look of appreciation on his face. "Among my disciples, you are the most stable."
It also makes Lu Yao feel most at ease.
Zhou Xian has a calm and gentle personality, neither humble nor arrogant, and his cultivation is also solid. He is considered Lu Yao's most reliable disciple.
Only the eldest disciple Bai Yu...
Although his cultivation level is comparable to Zhou Xian's, he loves fighting and has an impulsive temper, so he is not as reliable as Zhou Xian.
Zhou Xian's ears burned when he heard this. "Master, you're too kind. This formation still has three flaws. It needs another seven days of refinement."
"Don't underestimate yourself."
Lu Yao's stick drew an arc, and the puppet shadow adjusted its position by itself under the guidance of spiritual power. "Being able to condense a formation with bare hands using sword cultivation is already 30% better than cultivators of the same level."
The words fell.
Lu Yao took the first step.
The wooden stick collided with Zhou Xian's sword technique, and the two afterimages intertwined into a stream of light above the martial arts field. The collision of the green light and the sword intent stirred up waves of spiritual power.
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