Li Mansion.
forecourt.
Li Ziye looked at the sixty-three losers who had dispersed, and said with obvious distress on his face, "Old Bai, are your junior brothers reliable? I spent all my money on them."
"More reliable than these people."
Bai Wangyu smiled and said, "Just wait patiently for a few days. Chang Yu and the others also need to practice first. The difficulty of this seventh form is indeed very high."
The complexity was reduced to simplicity, and the change of one move was divided into sixty-three people. The difficulty was still a headache, which showed how difficult the seventh move of the Flying Immortal Technique was to practice.
If it weren't for Jian Chi's method, it would be almost impossible to master this seventh form.
"By the way, Brother Li, before I have time to ask you, how is Senior Jianchi doing now?" Bai Wangyu asked with concern.
"Still in the Western Region."
Li Ziye answered truthfully, "Old Zhang's injury should be serious, otherwise, he wouldn't be back now."
"In the Western Region, with that scholar here, Senior Sword Chi really needs to be careful."
Bai Wangyu's eyes narrowed slightly and he said, "However, there is no need to worry. Since Senior Jianchi has sent a letter to report that he is safe, Brother Li can just wait patiently. Maybe one day in the future, Senior Jianchi will suddenly appear. "
"It's good that he's not dead."
Li Ziye grinned and said, "As for when to come back, it's up to him."
At this point, Li Ziye suddenly lowered his voice and whispered, "Old Bai, let me tell you something, there are two masters in my house."
"Master?"
Bai Wangyu asked in confusion, "What master?"
"In the west wing."
Li Ziye looked in the direction of the west wing and whispered, "It seems that the two great practitioners at the fifth level, the Confucian leader and Lao Qin, know each other."
When Bai Wangyu heard this, he subconsciously looked in the direction of the west wing, with a strange color flashing in his eyes.
A great practitioner of the Five Realms that both the Confucian leader and the Plum Blossom Sword Immortal know?
"Brother Li, don't you know their identities?" Bai Wangyu asked.
"have no idea."
Li Ziye shook his head and said, "We can't find it. Moreover, the old man and Old Qin, the Confucian leader, refused to say anything. It's so mysterious."
Bai Wangyu was slightly surprised after hearing this. This was even more strange.
Under normal circumstances, great cultivators of the Five Realms are not unknown, so why can't their identity be found?
What's more, Confucian leader and Plum Blossom Sword Immortal knew these two people.
However, Bai Wangyu was only curious for a short time and then restrained his thoughts.
The Plum Blossom Sword Immortal is in Li Yuan, and these two people should not pose any threat. As for their identities, he is not too interested.
"Brother Li, is Miss Li in the house?"
Bai Wangyu came to his senses and spoke frankly about his purpose, "In the past few days when I was injured, Miss Li sent people to send a lot of precious medicinal materials to Confucianism. Now that my injury has improved, I came to say thank you to Miss Li."
"Not here."
Li Ziye touched his chin and said, "Wait a minute. These days, Sister Youwei goes out early in the morning and doesn't come back until late at night. She is very busy."
"Then I'll wait." Bai Wangyu nodded.
"It's boring to wait around. Come with me to the west wing first." Li Ziye put his arm around his shoulders and said with a smile.
"What to do?" Bai Wangyu asked confused.
"Learn your skills!"
Li Ziye responded and immediately dragged Little Red Riding Hood towards the west wing.
West Wing, in the courtyard.
Feng Manlou stood quietly, dressed in green clothes, with a stern face, and the demeanor of a master.
When Bai Wangyu saw the first impression of the man in front of him, he felt that he was very familiar.
Feng Manlou's gaze also noticed the Confucian disciples in front of him at this moment, and he was slightly surprised.
He was the great disciple of Confucianism at that time.
It has only been a year, but this person's cultivation has improved so rapidly.
Compared to this Confucian disciple.
Thinking of this, Feng Manlou's eyes subconsciously moved back to the boy from the Li family beside him.
forget it. I'm done here.
"I see that you have gained so many warriors. You probably want to learn the seventh form of the Flying Immortal Art. How about it? How many of the sixty-three changes can you evolve now?" Feng Manlou looked at the young man in front of him and asked proactively. .
Li Ziye stretched out three fingers.
"Thirty heavy?"
Seeing this, Feng Manlou nodded and said, "That's not bad."
"It's triple."
Li Ziye said sheepishly.
"..."
Feng Manlou was speechless.
On the side, Bai Wangyu looked at the man in front of him quietly, his eyes becoming more serious.
"Today, we change the way we learn."
Feng Manlou turned around and walked ten steps away and said calmly, "You attack and I defend. If your sword touches me, you win."
"Mr. Feng is a great practitioner at the fifth level, and I'm just at the third level. It's unfair." Li Ziye protested.
"I can't hold back my true energy." Feng Manlou said calmly.
"This is not good, hehe."
When Li Ziye heard this, a lewd smile suddenly appeared on his face and he said.
"No need to say more, come on."
Feng Manlou said with an indifferent expression.
"good!"
Li Ziye responded, looked at Little Red Riding Hood on the side, and said, "Old Bai, step aside."
Bai Wangyu nodded and immediately stepped out ten feet away.
"Mr. Feng, be careful!"
Li Ziye drew his sword, and a burst of zhenqi surged out, reminding him.
"Um."
Feng Manlou nodded.
Li Ziye's expression was slightly condensed, and he took a step forward, his body was like thunder, and the long sword followed.
The flash of youth and the grace of a sword are so dazzling.
Fast, fast, the Flying Immortal Technique is known for its speed. Li Ziye has mastered the first six moves. In the third realm, his speed is unmatched.
After two years of hard study and training, Li Ziye's strength has indeed improved rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However.
Li Zi is as fast as the night, and Feng Manlou is faster.
When the sword arrives, Tsing Yi disappears, avoiding the edge of the sword.
Seeing this, Li Ziye turned around with the sword in his hand. At the same time, his body and sword skills were a little faster, and his attacks were continuous.
The lightning-fast sword edge followed him like a shadow, but unfortunately, that touch of green clothing was incredibly fast.
Even though there was no real energy fluctuation, the sword in Li Ziye's hand still couldn't touch Feng Manlou's body.
There was no speculation, no trickery, just a difference in speed. Li Ziye, who had always been very confident in his speed, at this moment, deeply felt the huge gap between him and Mr. Feng in front of him.
And outside the battle.
Bai Wangyu looked at Feng Manlou who was as fast as thunder in front of him, his eyes became more and more shocked.
This person is not a human race!
As a great disciple of the Confucian sect, Bai Wangyu, whose awe-inspiring righteousness had already reached an extremely high level, clearly noticed that the aura hidden in the man in green in front of him was not from the human race.
Not far away, Yue Shui came over and said lightly, "We meet again."
Bai Wangyu came back to his senses, looked at the woman walking in front of him, and his expression was shocked again.
"It's you!"
Bai Wangyu suppressed the shock in his heart and said in disbelief, "Why did you come to the human world!"
"Since we are destined to be enemies, of course we need to know more about our opponents." Shui Yue said with an indifferent expression.
Bai Wangyu clenched his hands tightly and said in a deep voice, "Then why does it have to be Li Yuan!"
"Because of the Flying Immortal Art."
Shui Yue said calmly, "This is the best method in the world, which can give our family a powerful emperor."
When Bai Wangyu heard this, he immediately understood something and looked at the man in green in the middle of the battle.
"Keng!"
During the war.
Li Ziye tried all six changes, but the sword in his hand was still unable to touch Feng Manlou.
At the moment when the sword's power was about to expire, Feng Manlou stretched out two fingers, steadied the Chunjun sword, and said with a calm expression, "Do you know where the gap between you and me is?"
"I don't know."
Li Ziye shook his head in confusion.
Feng Manlou looked at the Confucian disciple not far away and said calmly, "You tell me."
"There is a difference in the reaction speed of the body itself."
Bai Wangyu suppressed the turmoil in his heart and replied.
"good."
Feng Manlou withdrew his gaze, looked at the young man in front of him, and said seriously, "Your moves and your reactions are all traceable, and they will all affect your speed. In the final analysis, you are still not working hard enough. If you use all the moves , all practiced until they become the instinct of the body like breathing. Today, your sword can touch me."
