Zhou Botong was addicted to martial arts. Looking at Li Haoran, he couldn't help feeling itchy and said, "Little baby, what are you muttering? Why are you doing it hard? This time I will definitely beat you to cry and call you mother."

Li Haoran smiled and said, "I just created a peerless swordsman. Old naughty boy, you are not my opponent. I am too lazy to compete with you. It's too unchallenging."

Zhou Botong was even more happy when he heard this and said happily: "Little baby, tell me, what is your sword technique called?"

Li Haoran smiled and said, "My sword technique is called Haoran's sword technique. There are nine styles in total, divided into sword-combining, sword-breaking, sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big sword-big

Zhou Botong looked yearning and scratched his head and said, "You can tell that it is good martial arts by listening to the name. Your swordsmanship has not met your opponent yet! You don't think about building a car behind closed doors, how can this be achieved? You have to compare with others to know the shortcomings! Look, I am the best martial arts here. Maybe you can understand it after comparing it,"

Li Haoran was not fooled. He shook his head and smiled, "I have already compared with others. That person is much better than you. I am not the opponent of both of them. However, although my martial arts skills are not as good as him, they are more than enough to deal with them."

Guo Jing and others thought that Li Haoran was playing with him, and they didn't care. No one believed that there was such a powerful person. Lu Wushuang said seriously: "Yes! The martial arts of our ancestors are so powerful, and our elder brother is indeed no match."

Everyone was shocked and said in unison: "Is there really such a person?"

Lu Wushuang said puzzledly: "Yes, my ancestor is very powerful. My elder brother didn't lie."

Huang Yaoshi, Guo Jing, and Huang Rong took a breath of air conditioning, looked at each other, and were shocked. They always thought that Li Haoran was an invincible existence, and they could not have expected that there were people far surpassing him. In this world, they were really hidden and lying on the tiger.

Zhou Botong is a martial artist by nature. Although he is almost a hundred years old, he still practices martial arts every day. But with his skill, where can he find opponents in the world?

Compared with Li Haoran the last time, he benefited a lot, and he really didn't want to miss such an opponent. At this time, Li Haoran aroused his martial arts addiction, and he was so itchy that he was eager to try. He thought that if he said more, he was afraid that he would not want to do it again, wouldn't he missed the opportunity? He raised his left palm and shouted, "Look at the fist!" He punched his right hand, using the seventy-two-way "Kongming Fist" technique.

Li Haoran was speechless. This guy didn't even see what occasion it was, so he did it at the gate. His steps were wrong and he turned, and the phantom was faint, and he floated into the square in front of the hall like lightning.

Zhou Botong laughed loudly, followed the general, his palms were fixed but he didn't show off, and said with a smile: "Little baby, draw your sword quickly. I want to see your Haoran Sword Art."

Li Haoran smiled slightly and drew out the Black Iron Heavy Sword. Except for Duan Susu, Cheng Ying, Lu Wushuang, Huang Yaoshi and others, they were stunned. Who would have thought that there was such a huge sword in the world? Zhou Botong happily said: "Little baby, your martial arts are so light and soft. Can you use this heavy sword? Hey, weird, weird."

Li Haoran bounced lightly, and the heavy sword buzzed. He whispered loudly: "The heavy sword of black iron is made of thousand-year-old black iron. It is three feet long and weighs eighty-eight kilograms." As he said that, he pulled another sword flower. These swords seemed unintentional, but the internal force was everywhere, without any sound of wind, just like an embroidery needle in his hand.

Huang Yaoshi and Guo Jing and his wife saw it, and they both felt that there must be something strange. Huang Yaoshi's eyesight is far better than others. After paying attention, they have already discovered that this inconspicuous blunt sword is very strange, coupled with Li Haoran's seemingly casual but waving like flowing water. Huang Yaoshi's smile calmed down, showing a cautious and gloating expression.

The old naughty boy was just thinking about fighting, so he naturally didn't see their weird eyes. He was afraid that Li Haoran would not want to compete, so he turned over and stood up in the air, his right hand became a claw, and grabbed the black iron heavy sword in Li Haoran's hand like lightning. His five fingers trembled, pointing faintly at the acupuncture points in Li Haoran's arm and right chest, and his left fist came first, and he rushed straight to his ground door.

Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but whisper, nodding his head, and secretly broke his mind, making the old naughty boy's move extremely exquisite.

Although the old naughty boy's moves were sharp and hissing sounded, Li Haoran did not take them seriously and did not have any barriers. He stabbed the old naughty boy's chest with a sword, and then came first. The piercing was the hollow sect where he attacked this series of moves.

The old naughty boy let out a "huh" sound, twisted his waist and abdomen in the air, retracted his fist, and turned his right hand into a slash, tangenting towards the sword edge of the black iron heavy sword.

Li Haoran did not change his moves. When he flipped his wrist, the sword had already been hit. In the faint thunder, purple light flashed, and it was really power of thunder and lightning. When the old naughty boy reached the middle of the palm, Li Haoran's sword light had barely touched his wrist.

The old naughty boy was shocked and suddenly he pulled up, circling rapidly in the air, turning four circles in a row, and it became higher and higher. It was another turning point, gently falling several feet away.

Despite this, the old naughty boy was still in a state of shock. If he hadn't had the deep skills and proficient in the Quanzhen Sect, Jin Yan's skills could have been able to breathe in the air, if someone else had someone else, under Li Haoran's unexpected sword, he would have been cut off his wrist.

Everyone in the audience knew that although Zhou Botong's move made Junji, he was at a disadvantage. If he fought life and death, how could Li Haoran miss such an opportunity?

Yelu Qi saw Li Haoran’s two casual swords seemingly casually and taking them at will. However, the master actually dodged with all his strength. He was shocked and thought to himself: It is true that he is famous. If he had no choice but to be able to take up such a sword technique, he might not be able to take any move.

However, he didn't know that Li Haoran's two swords were composed of the essence of the two peerless skills of "no move is better than sword intent" and "Tianshan Zhemei Hand". Although Zhou Botong was well-versed in martial arts in the world, he knew nothing about these two skills, so he was in trouble and dangerous as soon as he started.

The old naughty boy suffered a loss in his first move. He never dreamed that Li Haoran's swordsmanship was so powerful that he was several times better than his boxing skills, as if he was specifically targeting him.

He was stunned and completely forgot that this was a competition. Although Li Haoran only used two swords, each move seemed to be specifically designed to restrain his palm technique. In the middle of the move, it seemed like he had sent his palm to the sharp blade, forcing him to avoid it desperately, let alone the opportunity to change moves. As long as he was relieved for a moment, these two palms would not be available.

The "Haoran Sword Art" was created by Li Haoran in combination with the sword intent of "Dugu Nine Swords" that is better than moves and the "Tianshan Zhemei Hand". It is currently only in its prototype, but each move contains the principle of mutual generation and restraint, and contains the principle of no moves and moves. Therefore, each move uses a corresponding restraint move in the sword technique for each move by the other party. The old naughty boy thought it was created specifically to restrain himself, but he raised himself a little.

The old naughty boy stayed for a while and suddenly laughed and said, "Hahaha, I remembered that this masterpiece was created by my old naughty boy in seclusion for a year. Before seclusion, you said that I was different everywhere. I didn't think of it at that time, but you thought of it. I was afraid that I would have the whole experience before I could figure out a set of martial arts. But you came here to scare me, as if my old naughty boy's unique skills were so easy to break."

It was beyond Li Haoran's expectations that he said this. He originally wanted to arouse the old naughty boy to ask himself, but he unexpectedly had so many thoughts again, and he was speechless and didn't know how to answer him. The bystanders were shocked by his wild thoughts. After a long time, everyone couldn't help laughing.

The old naughty boy curled his lips and walked to Li Haoran. His hands were rounded and he used Tai Chi gestures. Although his face was still smiling, his demeanor had returned to the level of a master. He said seriously: "Little baby, it seems that your sword skills are more skillful than boxing. But I wonder if your fist skills have improved? Let me go and take a closer look on your master's exam. This time, my old naughty boy is really good at it. You have to be careful."

Everyone looked strange, and they could not have imagined that the old naughty boy, who was not afraid of the world, was afraid of the strange sword technique. In fact, everyone was not able to understand the pain in the game. The old naughty boy made a successful boxing technique when he made a move. Unexpectedly, he could not move on. His two moves were originally filled with countless mental strength, but suddenly turned halfway. Not only did the boxing technique stuttered immediately, but his internal strength was changed, and he felt a burst of blood surging in his dantian, which was indescribable.

The old naughty boy felt like a famous calligrapher. He had just written a few strokes when he picked up his pen and wrote a naughty boy next to him came to catch his pen, pulled his arm, and taught him that he could never write a word well, which made him extremely depressed.

He was forced to retreat in two rounds. The old naughty boy had no interest in martial arts at all, but he was afraid of his special sword technique, so he proposed the matter of boxing. Everyone knew that he was innocent and obsessed with martial arts. He was not willing to admit defeat, so he just smiled. In fact, with the eyes of Huang Yaoshi, Guo Jing, Huang Rong and Duan Susu, he could see the power of Li Haoran's two swords. Everyone thought hard, trying to find out the flaws and ways to deal with the two swords. He thought in his heart that if he were himself, he would be even more embarrassed than the old naughty boy. Thinking of this, even Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but be shocked. Because Li Haoran's two swords that seemed to be casual were actually as pure as natural, as if it was a sword from God, and it was impossible to crack it.

Li Haoran slowly withdrew his heavy sword and stood there, bent and stretched his right palm, and flipped it as if nothing had happened. However, his right hand could not move, and his posture could not be done, and his body was full of flaws.

The old naughty boy looked at Li Haoran slowly stretching his palm. At first, he only thought that he was polite to him. When he saw the running route of the palm, he felt extremely shocked, as if the person standing in front of him was not a little baby, but a big devil who was even more afraid of Master Yideng who made him scared of hearing the sound.

When he saw his right palm slowly lifting to the middle, the old naughty boy almost jumped out of his chest. This was not casual. It was obvious that when the palm was lifted to any part, it was an extremely wonderful move. If he was a little careless, the palm would pierce out at any part of the middle. What was even more terrifying was that the palm might slapped at any acupoint on his body.

Li Haoran was young and could not stand this boredom. He put his left hand behind him, and his right hand became a claw, making a gesture and slowly pointed at the old naughty boy's chest. This move is strange, seemingly not a move, and it uses the artistic conception of no moves being better than a move.

This strange move made the old naughty boy slightly stunned. Although the move the other party used was full of flaws and the speed was surprisingly slow, he felt that he couldn't start, because this claw seemed to contain countless later moves, and the artistic conception of this move made him understand it, but he couldn't catch it for a while. In desperation, the old naughty boy took a step back slightly.

When the old naughty boy retreated, his momentum suddenly subsided. Huang Yaoshi, who was watching the fun, shook his head, sighed, and said softly, "This old naughty boy is fooled again."

"The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear." Huang Yaoshi Huang was knowledgeable and could tell at a glance that Li Haoran was using false moves. The artistic conception of Li Haoran is currently only useful to the old naughty boy, because the old naughty boy had just eaten the Xuan Iron Sword, and he had preconceived ideas and was very wary of his strange martial arts. A simple straight stab made him feel many of the later naughty boy out of thin air.

Li Haoran deliberately grabbed it slowly, which made him vaguely realize the artistic conception of slow fighting. Under the side of his heart, the old naughty boy was brought into his rhythm.

The old naughty boy was not surprised but happy. After retreating slightly, he immediately took two steps, drew a circle with one hand and went to Li Haoran's right glove, hoping to use Li Haoran's method to deal with him that day to drive the opponent's claw force. The other hand became claws, and just waited for the palm force to deviate, the central palace went straight in and turned passive into active.

Although the old naughty boy had a good plan, he missed Li Haoran's profound skills and understanding of Tai Chi aura. How could his half-baked Tai Chi spirit drive Li Haoran's right palm?

Li Haoran smiled secretly in his heart. He shouted softly, closed his right hand and punched it out, straight through the center of the old naughty boy's circle, and pointed it straight towards his chest. The fist wind was stirring, and the hissing sound came endlessly. The sound was extremely huge and fierce, like a thunderous thunder, and the wind and rain were shattered.

Li Haoran regretted it and was worried about whether he could catch it. Fortunately, he controlled his own skills to the point of being able to receive and receive freely, and he quickly became wise and retracted the seventh level of skills, but he still hit the old naughty boy's chest.

The old naughty boy was suddenly shocked and retreated seven or eight steps, and Fang Shi stood still. Seeing the punch that was tearing the sky and the earth, everyone's face changed drastically. Seeing that the old naughty boy took a few steps safely, Fang Shi breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the old naughty boy's face suddenly changed drastically, and he took three steps backwards.

This is really strange. When the old naughty boy retreated for the first time, he clearly stood still with a calm expression, but he stayed for a moment and then retreated and changed his face, which was puzzled.

Huang Rongqi said: "Old naughty boy, why are you playing weird? Don't scare people like this, okay?"
Chapter completed!