In the past half month, Chen Feifan had gotten up at dawn and entered the house as soon as it got dark. He had learned the Miefeng Sword Technique and the Eighteen-Way Nameless Fist taught by the old man from morning to night without slacking off at all. [Read full text] The old man saw this and nodded in approval.
"Come." The old man picked up a wooden stick from the side and waved to Chen Feifan, "Take your knife this time and compete with me."
"Okay." I will leave here tomorrow, and today I will try the results of the past half month of practice.
Chen Feifan slowly pulled out the Lieyang Knife. The old man's Wind-Destroying Knife technique was indeed good, but he still decided to use the Wuxin Knife technique to challenge the old man for a while.
Seeing that the opponent had drawn his sword, the old man smiled slightly, moved his feet, and rushed over first. This time, the old man's movements were much faster than in the previous competition. Obviously, he did not use all his strength that time, so this time, the same is true. No one knows if he used his full strength.
Seeing the menacing attack coming from the opposite side, Chen Feifan stepped slightly to the side with his left foot, and tightened his right hand holding the handle of the knife. He was ready to block or dodge.
When there were only three steps between the two, the old man pushed back with his left foot, and suddenly his whole body jumped up. The three steps immediately took one step, and he was in front of Chen Feifan. At the same time, the wooden stick in his hand Stab directly to the opponent's chest.
It was definitely too late to dodge at this moment. Chen Feifan raised his right hand, and from bottom to top, he lifted the opponent's wooden stick with the back of the knife. When the blow failed, the old man did not withdraw the wooden stick, but slid along the back of the knife and swept it towards Chen Feifan's right hand holding the knife. At this time, Chen Feifan lowered his right hand, then twisted it and slashed at the wooden stick with his backhand.
After all, a wooden stick is not an iron tool. If you really go head-to-head with someone, you will definitely suffer a lot. So, the old man had no choice but to step back, and the wooden stick in his hand also shrank back.
As soon as the opponent retreated, there was an opportunity for a counterattack. Chen Feifan naturally would not miss such an opportunity. He quickly chased forward and slashed forward seemingly casually, but he had a murderous aura that people had to pay attention to.
At this situation, the old man nodded with satisfaction, and his body that was still retreating suddenly and strangely dodged to the left, easily avoiding the incoming knife. The old man's ability to suddenly dodge seemed extremely easy, but ordinary people couldn't do it. Without advanced cultivation and Qinggong, they simply couldn't do this.
Chen Feifan sincerely admires him. If this person returns to Ming Jing Guan, it will be good news for the righteous path of martial arts. But the situation at this time did not allow him to think too much. The old man did not just dodge. In this flash, he reached Chen Feifan's right side and hit his right arm mercilessly with the wooden stick in his hand.
This time, Chen Feifan had no time to dodge. Just because of his distraction just now, his right arm was hit hard. Fortunately, the old man didn't use much strength, and the stick was just wood, except for some pain. , no serious problem.
"Boy, don't be distracted." The old man reminded as he came to him again.
The strength of the old man in front of him was indeed unfathomable, and even if he tried his best, he might not be his opponent; but Chen Feifan did not back down. He kicked his feet and stabbed forward again with the Fierce Sun Saber in his hand. Facing the knife, the old man didn't move even half a step, but at this moment, the wooden stick in his hand was like a phantom, hitting the blade of the Lieyang knife from the side. The moment the two touched each other, they knew the strength of both sides. The wooden stick knocked the Fierce Sun Saber aside.
After being frustrated one after another, Chen Feifan was not discouraged. He moved his steps and exerted a little force with his right hand. This time, the speed of the sword was much faster than before. If he just swung the sword seemingly casually, then now This momentum seems to be able to cut through all obstacles. This is the domineering power of the Wind-killing Sword Technique taught by the old man.
The Lieyang Sword passed by the old man's left side, then came to his right and slashed his right ribs diagonally. With such a posture and such a move of the sword, the old man had no time to dodge, so he had to use a wooden stick to meet it.
If the wooden stick directly touched the opponent's blade, the result could be imagined. The old man had to use a trick. He stood the wooden stick upright. When he originally wanted to use the knife to penetrate the wood for three points, he reversed it and caused the opponent to take off the knife, which could reverse the situation in an instant. . But the old man still underestimated Chen Feifan's strength. Little did he know that Chen Feifan used all his strength this time and was so powerful that he cut the wooden stick into two pieces with one strike.
The old man hurriedly stepped back to avoid this domineering horizontal knife. He smiled and said to Chen Feifan with great satisfaction: "That's it. It seems that this half month has not been in vain, and I can go to Mingjing Temple with peace of mind."
"Thank you, senior. Please accept Fei Fei's bow." With that said, Chen Fei Fei made a gesture to kneel down.
Seeing this, the old man hurried forward to support him, and said with a smile: "You and I are destined, but it is not a master-disciple relationship. This kneeling is unnecessary. Besides, I never accept apprentices."
Since the other party refused to recognize him as his apprentice, Chen Feifan had no choice but to bow and express his gratitude for the past half month.
Early the next morning, the two of them packed their luggage respectively. The old man also went to the back of the house. There was a tomb behind the small wooden house. There was a stone tablet in front of the tomb. The eighth senior brother mentioned by the old man was buried here.
Before leaving, the old man repeatedly emphasized not to mention what he had said before to Ling Yani. Chen Feifan was a little confused and asked him why. The old man smiled slightly and said, "You will know of course in the future."
With this doubt, Chen Feifan mounted his horse and was about to leave when the old man said again: "Looking at your cultivation, it's not bad, but it's not enough to compete with Qian Batian. Listen to my advice, don't do it until it's critical. Fight against Qian Batian. The slightest slight will cost you your own life."
"Junior, I will keep this in mind." Chen Feifan said with his hands clasped in his fists, "Senior, see you later!"
"See you later!"
It was just a casual comment at first, but Ling Yani was actually waiting for him at the original inn for half a month. Chen Feifan was extremely distressed when the beautiful lady treated each other like this. It was indeed normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines, but he already had Chu Zihan in his heart. The matter between the two of them had not yet come to an end, so how could he provoke such a big man like Ling Yani again? beauty.
Facing Ling Yani, it would be a lie to say that he was not moved, but he did not dare to have any inappropriate thoughts.
"Brother Feifan, what are your plans now?" Ling Yani asked softly.
Finding Lu Ran was his own business, so it was really inconvenient to bring Ling Yani with him. Chen Feifan thought for a moment and had no choice but to reply: "Yani, I'm afraid we have to part ways here."
Ling Yani nodded obediently: "Then I wish Brother Feifan a happy journey."
Unexpectedly, Ling Yani had no intention of retaining her, which made Chen Feifan even more embarrassed and asked hurriedly: "What are your plans?"
"Go home." Ling Yani replied without a moment's thought.
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