I didn't speak when I saw Ning Qi.
The little fat man Zhuang Chen has started chatterbox mode.
"Ningqi, really, you go down."
"Ning Qi, it's not my full strength just now."
"Ningqi, why don't you ignore me?"
"Ningqi, are you not very smart? Alas, if you can't continue, I'll be gentle."
When Zhuang Chen finally couldn't help but say this, everyone looked strange.
The elder brother of the Divine Sword Sect and the old man of the Divine Sword were twitching.
Taoist Longshan smiled.
This little fat guy is very interesting.
Ning Qi glanced at Zhuang Chen speechlessly and finally spoke:
"If you continue, your master will beat you up."
Zhuang Chen turned around and saw the gradually darkened face of the old man Divine Sword, and he couldn't help but suck his nose hard.
He reached out and pulled out the Xuanhei Wooden Sword behind him, and his whole aura gradually changed.
A sharp feeling rose and lingered, which surprised Ning Qi slightly. When faced with it personally, he realized that there was such a big change in someone's past and back.
If Zhuang Chen was just a foolish and greedy little fat man before, then now he seems to be a peerless swordsman.
"Ningqi, are you empty-handed?"
Zhuang Chen's voice was different from the previous solemnity. 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 has read many sword scores. With his understanding, he can get it at will, which is better than ordinary people's hard work. Moreover, one method is known as all things, and the Wanxiang Fist is also the Wanxiang Sword. The little fat man can be called a peerless genius above the swordsmanship, but in front of Ning Qi, he is a little tender.
A fighting spirit rose in Zhuang Chen's eyes.
"Then why don't you hold a sword?"
The words fell.
Ye Qinghe's voice from the Zhenwu Sect has already sounded:
"My junior brother, take the sword."
A wooden sword that matches Ning Qi's height flew over. Ning Qi did not turn around, but just held it casually, and the wooden sword fell just like a spirit in Ning Qi's palm.
Ordinary people seem ordinary, but the old man with Divine Sword narrowed his eyes instantly.
Some were a little surprised.
As if he noticed that Ning Qi was not simple, Zhuang Chen couldn't help laughing. Practicing swords was his biggest hobby, and he was very happy to be able to fight with different sword masters, but there were no peers in the Divine Sword Sect who could fight him, and there were no older people.
"Ningqi, be careful!"
His fat body has inconsistent flexibility. Obviously, he has already refined the tendons and refining the tendons in the realm of tempering the tendons and meridians, and has achieved extraordinary toughness and flexibility, which is enough to make the body make various incredible movements.
For example, this is the case.
Zhuang Chen stabbed with a sword, and with a trembling wrist, more than a dozen sword flowers flashed, and bursts of uproar and awe came from the scene.
Zhuang Chen's expression was solemn, unlike his previous stupidity, and he was sharp and sucked.
The sword flower seemed to be light, but also had a heavy feeling, like a large tripod or a huge rock.
"Press lightly as heavy!"
Qin Yun paused word by word.
His eyes were slightly condensed.
Before, Zhuang Chen had already shown the profound realm of lifting weights as light as light, and could receive and receive freely. Now he has slapped more than a dozen swords as light as heavy as light. It is hard to imagine that this kind of swordsman's realm actually appeared on an eight-year-old child.
"Is this a natural sword bone?"
Qin Yun felt silent in his heart.
Originally, he was a little dissatisfied with the words of the Old Sword, but now he was silent.
Ning Qi held the wooden sword in his hand at will.
Now his body is leaky and he is raising his arms and raising his strength for 100,000 pounds. If he gives his all, he can just slap the fat man. Even Taoist Longshan doesn't know that he has such an exaggerated foundation.
Not to mention that Ning Qi's sword realm is far superior to Zhuang Chen, and the two are not on the same level.
But there is no need to be so swaggering.
Ning Qi took action.
First, he was interested in the Long Xiao Sword. After all, it was the sword of a powerful man in the Gangyuan realm. Second, he was just a fight for face for the master. If the master had something to do, the disciples would be convinced. It would be better to earn back this face. As for the Taoist Longshan who wants or doesn't want it, it is his own business.
"Just use the same physical strength as the little fat man?"
This is not a difficult task for Ning Qi.
The sword light approaches.
Ning Qi has not moved for a long time.
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 set his sword. He was just standing there loosely, but he seemed to be facing millions of invisible swords, and sweat was already emerging on his forehead.
He has never seen such an opponent before.
Zhuang Chen shouted loudly.
Finally, I couldn't stand the pressure.
He tried his best, and more than a dozen sword flowers disappeared, the wooden sword was ordinary and straight, but the Breaking Sword Sing was extremely transparent.
The Taoist Longshan couldn't help but say:
"Is this... the integration of man and sword?"
Although Zhuang Chen only saw this situation for the first time, it was also amazing.
The old man of Divine Sword was not proud this time because he saw something even more amazing 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 out with a sword, as if the breeze was blowing on the willows.
The speed and power are not amazing, and they are even slightly inferior to Zhuang Chen, but they have an intoxicating beauty and artistic conception.
In Zhuang Chen's eyes.
The sword in Ning Qi's hand was like a wisp of wind and a cloud, light, but everywhere, nowhere to hide.
Zhuang Chen's eyes widened, almost dull.
Wait until he comes to his senses.
Only then did I realize that the sword in my hand had fallen to the ground at some point, and Ning Qi's sword was on his chubby belly.
Ning Qi smiled and pointed the fat man's belly with a sword:
"Sword, this is what it takes."
Looking at the dumb little fat man, he always feels guilt and pleasure of bullying the child.
now.
The martial arts performance venue was already silent.
Everyone around looked at this scene blankly. The Divine Sword Sect and others were a little unbelievable, and they couldn't believe that Zhuang Chen was killed directly.
Among the Zhenwu Sect, those disciples who had never seen Ning Qi take action were extremely excited.
"Uncle Ninth Master (Senior Brother Ninth) turns out to be so powerful!"
Ye Qinghe secretly stuck out his tongue.
"Xiao Jiu is a real monster. I can't even understand the sword realm."
She originally thought that Ning Qi would defeat the fat man with her extremely strong strength, but she did not expect to suppress the opponent with her swordsmanship.
In an instant, Ning Qi had become the focus of everyone.
Qin Yun looked at this scene with complicated eyes.
There is joy, and there is a bit of sourness.
The old man Divine Sword had a storm in his heart.
This moment.
He finally understood why Taoist Longshan had only amaze but not envious before.
If there is such a disciple, who will envy other people’s disciples!!
He suppressed the envy and jealousy in his heart, and his tone was faint and sour:
"I realized the sword intent at a young age and walked out of my own sword path. The sword saint's posture... Longshan Bull Nose, what luck did you step on..."
Taoist Longshan laughed and pretended to be relaxed.
"Brother Divine Sword is too good, too good."
In fact, he was also a little confused.
He only knew that Ning Qi was extremely exaggerated in the body tempering progress, but he had never seen Ning Qi show his sword. Today's sword also refreshed his cognition.
"This kind of sword demon is a bit wasteful for your Zhenwu Sect..."
I heard the envy and covetousness in the words of the old man of Divine Sword.
Taoist Longshan was alert, this was his treasure that he was eyeing his own family!
"I warn you not to make any wrong ideas!"
The old man from Divine Sword curled his lips slightly, and that's what he said.
He looked at the martial arts venue.
Ning Qi's wind is light and clouds are quiet, and then look at his stupid apprentice.
I couldn't help feeling sad again.
at this time.
Zhuang Chen had already come back to his senses from the sluggishness. An extremely hot feeling emerged in his eyes. He hugged Ning Qi's trouser legs in a flash:
"Ning Qi, what was that sword just now? Teach me if it's okay? I can take you as my teacher!"
The old man with Divine Sword looked as dark as the bottom of a pot.
This ignorant disciple!
Chapter completed!