Zhao Ling'er, who was still trying to make a move, was stunned when she heard Liang An admit defeat. She raised her sword attack and took it back. She had a sense of anger in her heart that she could not vent.

"One more sword! Just one sword!" She said a little aggrieved and unwilling to stop.

Liang An shook his head decisively, even threw the sword aside, raised his hands and said, "No, I can't stand it anymore if I do it. I said, my injury has not healed yet, and my internal strength has not yet been introduced. Cousin Ling'er, have you used your internal strength just now? Is it okay to bully the injured cousin like this?"

Facing Liang An's turnaround, Zhao Ling'er felt even more angry, but Liang An had already thrown the sword, so she could not do anything again...

"Hmph!" Zhao Ling'er stomped her feet angrily as she thought about it: "Everyone beat my hand like this, you have the nerve to say that I bully you! Humph! I'll complain to my aunt later!"

Liang An was puzzled and laughed, but he roughly understood the personality of this cousin. He looked like a little girl who had not grown up, but he was not arrogant and quite cute.

"Ling'er's good cousin, don't do this, I will be scolded by my mother for a few days." Liang An said flatteringly, "Let's do this, you want to compensate me, tell me that as long as my cousin can do it, I agree."

Zhao Ling'er blinked: "Then another sword!"

"This doesn't work. My cousin will be on the lottery again."

"Didn't you say that you agree?"

"It can be done! It can be done!" Liang An emphasized continuously.

"Hmph!" Zhao Ling'er turned her head angrily, but not long after, she turned her head and put her hands on her hips, "Then that's it, tell me why you can pat my hand. Is this okay?"

"No problem!" Liang An nodded happily, put down his hands and smiled: "Your biggest problem is that the moves are a bit rigid. The Hanyue Nine Swords are indeed clever, but you have demonstrated them in front of me and I have learned them all, so when you attack, you follow the sword moves, and I know the intentions clearly. At this time, as long as I find your moves, I have exhausted my power and have not yet grown, I can easily crack your moves."

"But I can only do this. If you cousin Ling'er, you will be faster, even if I know your intentions, I will not be able to keep up with your speed. This is why I called to stop. If I don't call to stop, I will go to the doctor to heal my injuries."

"Hmph! Lie! Ask Master Xuan why is he so easy to get hurt?" Zhao Ling'er looked disbelieving.

But she believed Liang An and asked Xuan a little. Not only did she learn the Nine Swords of Hanyue after practicing it, but after fighting for more than a dozen swords, her speed became faster and faster. Liang An still accurately cracked her moves at a normal speed, hitting the back of her hand, and using the sword was incredible.

"The other masters of Inquiry may be like this, but your cousin, I just asked Xuan in the outer door. My internal skills have just started to be practiced, and my foundation is too thin." Liang An finished with a wry smile and asked again: "Cousin Ling'er, how many success powers did you use just now? What is the level of a skill in the world? Apart from my guard, I have not communicated with others in martial arts, and I don't know what level I am now."

Only with comparison can he know what level he is now. Although he also compared the guards such as Xu Sandao when he was in Le'an, those are old people, and Zhao Ling'er is a younger generation, and comparing each other is more meaningful and can understand her positioning better.

Zhao Ling'er was not stingy and replied directly: "My cultivation of the Illusion Moon Heart Sutra has reached the third level. According to Master Lu, it is probably the third-rate level in the world. I just used five success powers, and you can still catch them without internal power, so it should not be considered weak. But to be honest, it is probably the degree to which the crops control their momentum. Without internal power, you will naturally have too many people."

After answering, Zhao Linger looked at Liang An in confusion again: "Cousin, since you have practiced swordsmanship to the point of asking, why did you start practicing internal skills? This is the fundamental! Otherwise, no matter how skillful the moves are, if you encounter a deep internal force and use internal force to defeat you, no moves will be useful."

Liang An thought of the strong wind blowing from the ghost hand sword Ye Yu before, and was unable to stand firmly, and was slapped by Luya Qi's sleeve to fly the sword. As Zhao Linger said, when he met someone with deep internal strength, he had no chance to use his moves.

But what could he do? Practicing martial arts was something he had happened after he traveled through time. Before that, Liang An was pitifully weak and could not practice martial arts at all, let alone internal skills. In other words, he took more than half a month to adjust his skills to start practicing, but it was delayed due to various reasons.

"It's just a variety of reasons. Fortunately, I have learned internal skills with Master Li, and my skills will become more profound in the future."

Zhao Ling'er stared at Liang An speechlessly. The earlier you practice, the better. You only started practicing qigong at this age, and you were so many steps behind others.

Forget it, it has nothing to do with me. Besides, it's too late for me to remind you...

As he muttered inside, Zhao Ling'er's eyes turned, and a cute smile as if she was a little fox appeared on her face: "Cousin Lesheng, there is one more thing I want you to help me, so that we can get a breakup. I won't complain to my aunt that you bullied me."

"What's the matter?" Liang An became alert.

"Let me experience your mysterious artistic conception? No need to ask about mysterious secret techniques, just artistic conception! I have heard from Master Lu that this will not cost much of your mind." Zhao Ling'er said with anticipation.

Liang An frowned.

Just showing the artistic conception of asking the mystery will not cause much energy to lose his mind. He had performed for Li Zhaoxun before, but the loss is still there. He really didn't want to experience the feeling of the brain marrow being extracted.

"Let's go in a few days. My mind has not recovered these days. I will perform for you after I get better in a few days."

After a few days of buffering, his mind recovered more, and it would not be so painful just by showing the mysterious artistic conception.

Zhao Ling'er's eyes lit up: "You promised? OK! A few days will be there in a few days! Well... one day? two days?"

"It's been a few days... about five days. At that time, I just showed it, there should be no problem."

"Okay! I'll go find you in five days! By the way, where are you and your aunt now?"

"Aoyama Palace Nagamaya."

After finalizing the specific time and location of the Xuanyi Concept, Zhao Linger seemed very happy and pulled Liang An's sleeve to a stone table: "Come on, come on, my cousin sit here. I'll get you some pastries, it's so delicious! You must try it more!"

As she said that, she jumped out of the courtyard.

Seeing this, Liang An smiled and shook his head, but was quite happy in his heart.

After learning that his family was involved in the political struggle between the prince and King Mu, a cloud was pressed on his heart, but Zhao Linger's lively and charming appearance greatly relaxed him a lot.

"Ling'er is very naughty."
Chapter completed!