"I'm not happy to go downstairs anymore, so I'll ask you to pick out all my secret books."
With two easy wins in a row, Zhong Wen felt a little elated and actually handed over the choice of his spiritual skills to his opponent.
Zhu Cong didn't refuse and ran downstairs alone. After a while, he returned upstairs with two books in hand. The covers said "The Sword Art of Luo Ying" and "The Sword Art of Yu Gong" respectively.
He did not ask Zhong Wen for his opinion, but directly handed the volume of "Yu Gong Sword Technique" to Zhong Wen. Without saying anything, he sat in the distance with "Luo Ying Sword Technique" and studied it alone.
What a cunning man!
Zhong Wen put the spiritual skills in the bookshelf in his mind, flipped through them casually, and immediately saw through Zhu Cong's plan.
It turns out that this "Yu Gong Sword Technique" emphasizes using the slow to fight the fast. Although it is also among the gold level, it needs to be combined with a skill called "Mountain Moving Strength" in order to exert the power of the gold level. If it is activated by other techniques, it loses its due power and can only become a mere showpiece.
As the name suggests, the "Luoying Sword Technique" in Zhu Cong's hands is an elegant and agile sword technique, which is quite restrained compared to the "Yugong Sword Technique" without the assistance of martial arts.
Zhong Wen felt a little unhappy, but then he thought about it, he was the one who gave the other party the choice of spiritual skills, so he stopped worrying, sat at the table, and continued to talk about his "Daughter of the Sea".
"It seems that your spiritual skills have been defeated by him." Ran Sujuan is older after all and can still stay awake and said, "Do you really not need to study it for a while?"
"Oh, Sister Juan, Zhong Wen has already won two games, so even if he loses the next one, it won't be a big deal." Xiaolan interrupted anxiously, "What happened to the little mermaid and the prince later? Go on. , keep talking!"
"What do you mean 'it's no big deal if you lose'?" Zhong Wen laughed and said, "Didn't I tell him that he would never be able to beat me if he had both hands and feet? Come on, come on, let's continue. After all, the emperor and the empress are princes. I chose a princess from a neighboring country..."
While Zhong Wen was flipping through the classics, he was exporting foreign culture in an orderly manner.
"...It's daybreak, and people can't find the Little Mermaid anywhere. There's only a piece of white foam dancing on the sea next to the boat. End of story!"
"Wu, wu, wu... the little mermaid is so pitiful!" Xiaolan shook her shoulders and was already crying so hard, "Damn prince, if I see him, I will cut him into pieces!"
"That alchemy master is very hateful. Since he agreed to change the little mermaid's bones and create legs, why would he want to take away his voice?" said the Holy Land disciple A on the side angrily.
"I'm afraid he's an evil alchemist. He makes elixirs for the little mermaid, and he probably doesn't have any good intentions." Holy Land Sect Master B nodded in agreement.
"The little mermaid's sisters are also stupid. Why didn't they find an opportunity to tell the prince the truth? Instead, they listened to the evil alchemist's instigation and asked the little mermaid to assassinate the prince." Holy Land Sect Member C discovered the loophole in the plot, "With the little mermaid's How can you succeed if you have a kind heart and the target is the person you love deeply?"
"You are such a hateful person." Ran Sujuan complained with tears in her eyes and her voice was slightly choked, "Can't we just let the prince and the little mermaid finally get married? We have to create some kind of princess from a neighboring country."
"Sister Ran, I'm just a storyteller." Zhong Wen scratched his head and said, "Who the prince is good with depends on the author."
Ran Sujuan glared at him and didn't buy it: "Can't you change it?"
Zhong Wen: “…..”
He realized again that there was no reason to talk to a woman in her emotions.
"The time has come!" Senior Brother Qi's voice sounded again.
Zhong Wen, who was stared at horribly by the two beauties and the disciples of the academy, felt relieved and quickly stood up and walked towards the center of the floor.
Zhu Cong had already stood still in the field, his body as tall and straight as a Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, his face as calm as a wave, no longer frustrated as before, and he seemed quite confident about the outcome of this competition.
Zhong Wen walked slowly around the edge of the floor. When he passed Zhu Cong's seat, he narrowed his eyes slightly and brushed the "Luoying Sword Technique" that Zhu Cong placed on the table with his left middle finger intentionally or unintentionally.
"I found the 'Spiritual Skills' book "Luoying Sword Technique". Do you want to include it? Yes/No."
Soon, a new swordsmanship book appeared on the "gold level" bookshelf in my mind.
The expression on his face remained unchanged, and he was still pacing slowly. He came to stand opposite Zhu Cong in a leisurely manner, and lazily raised the sword in his hand: "Come on!"
Without saying a word, Zhu Cong shook the long sword in his hand and stabbed Zhong Wen's chest. The sword suddenly shook rapidly in the middle, turning into seven rays of light and shadow, attacking Zhong Wen's face, heart, lower abdomen, arms and legs. The spiritual power was suppressed in the realm of the earth chakra, and because of his speed, he actually created a somewhat spiritual power transformation aura.
Zhong Wen slowly raised the long sword in his hand and faced one of the seven sword lights. The sword was extremely slow, like a turtle facing a monkey, seemingly unable to keep up with the rhythm.
"I remembered!" A member of the Holy Land disciple suddenly said, "This Yugong Sword Technique is somewhat special. It needs to be combined with another technique to reach the gold level power."
"Can't it be used alone?" Ran Sujuan and Xiaolan were both surprised when they heard this.
"If you only use this sword technique, it will not only be slow, but the power will also be extremely limited." The academy disciple shook his head and said, "Even at the silver level, it is a bit reluctant."
"What's wrong with this?" Ran Sujuan said angrily with a worried look on her face, "I never expected that the dignified young scholar of Qixing Pavilion would use such despicable methods!"
"It's not necessarily that Scholar Zhu did it intentionally." The academy disciple guessed, "He himself may not know the specialness of this spiritual skill. He probably chose it by chance. It's just that Brother Zhong has bad luck. This time, he will definitely lose."
"Have you noticed that Scholar Zhu is very proficient in this 'Luoying Sword Technique', as if he had practiced it for a long time in advance." Another academy disciple beside him interjected.
"What's so strange about this? Scholar Zhu's attainments in divine literature are already amazing. Maybe this spiritual skill is very suitable for him."
"No, no matter how high the compatibility of the spiritual skills is, it is a gold-level swordsmanship after all. If he really has the ability to master it within two seconds, how could he lose so easily in the previous two games?" Ran Sujuan observed carefully. Following Zhu Cong's movements, he said coldly, "He has probably learned this sword technique before!"
"Ding!"
At this time, the long swords in the hands of Zhu Cong and Zhong Wen collided together, making the sound of gold and iron hitting each other.
How can it be!
Zhu Cong's heart was filled with turmoil. Just as Ran Sujuan expected, in order to save face, he finally resorted to some extravagant means in this case.
There is more than one secret book of "Luoying Sword Technique" in the world.
In addition to this book in the library of Wendao Academy, he had seen another volume in Qixing Pavilion and studied it completely from beginning to end.
Coincidentally, among the secret books of spiritual skills stored on the fourth floor was "Yu Gong Sword Technique". He had also seen it once in the library of Qixing Pavilion. At that time, a senior in the pavilion mentioned this sword technique and said, Without the supplement of "Mountain Moving Power", "Yu Gong Sword Technique" is just a rubbish spiritual skill. It is classified as gold level, which is quite unworthy of its name. Therefore, this special spiritual skill left a deep impression in his mind. .
Now that Zhong Wen was relieved to leave the choice of the secret book to him, Zhu Cong, who was already desperate to lose, stopped being polite and made the "best choice" for himself and his opponent at the same time.
His sword moves are as graceful as falling stars and as fast as the wind. Although Zhong Wen's "Foolish Old Man Sword Technique" emphasizes using slowness to fight fast, it loses the support of the technique and is only "slow", but cannot fight fast. , it is said that he will never be able to resist the "Luoying Sword Technique" that he has mastered.
However, the seven rays of sword light that he created, both virtual and real, were unexpectedly knocked into the main body by Zhong Wen.
It must be luck!
"Ding!"
The second sound of weapons clashing sounded, and Zhu Cong's hand was heavily overshadowed. The sword, which almost made him play tricks, was once again firmly blocked by Zhong Wen's slow swordsmanship.
Even after double cheating, he still couldn't gain the upper hand. Zhu Cong couldn't help but feel extremely anxious. He used a little more force on his hand, already pushing his spiritual power to the peak of the earth chakra.
However, the strange young man in front of him seemed to know every move he made. He could always anticipate the enemy's opportunities and use the smallest movements to accurately intercept his true form among the many sword shadows.
"Senior Brother Zhao, this 'Foolish Old Man Sword Technique' doesn't seem to be weak when used alone, right?" Ran Sujuan looked at Zhong Wen who was wielding it freely on the field, breathed a sigh of relief, and asked the former academy disciple in confusion.
"This... shouldn't be possible." Senior Brother Zhao looked confused, "I have a junior brother who practices the 'Yi Shan Jin' and 'Yugong Sword Technique'. Little Brother Zhong does use this sword technique, but His precision in using sword moves is actually much better than that of my junior brother who has been immersed in it for many years, which is really puzzling."
"Is there really such a genius in the world?" Ran Sujuan couldn't help but exclaimed, "Can he learn it quickly and master it immediately?"
"Sister Juan, what are you talking about?" A soft and melodious voice suddenly came from behind.
"Xiaojie!" Ran Sujuan turned her head and shouted in surprise.
I saw a young woman standing tall and graceful behind her, with icy muscles and jade bones, picturesque eyebrows, and a proud figure tightly wrapped in a snow-white one-piece dress. There was a strong bookish air in her sexiness, as if it were in the sky. Fairy-like, making people easily afraid of blasphemy.
"Senior Sister Ning, please have tea." Xiaolan met Ning Jie and very attentively led her to sit down at the table and served her tea and water.
"Master Ning is here!" When the male disciples saw her, they all stopped their lazy and leisurely postures and sat upright, looking like dogs.
"Xiaojie, you came just in time, someone is jealous of you!" Ran Sujuan pointed at the two people who were fighting in the middle of the floor and joked.
"Are they those two people again?" Ning Jie took a sip of tea, shook her head helplessly and said, "I really don't even listen to my advice. I don't know when they will leave."
Zhu Cong and Chu Qiuyang, two scholars from other holy places, hung in front of her all day long, constantly brushing up on their presence. Even if she was slow about emotional matters, she had already understood their intentions. Ruthless, Ning Jie showed no affection towards these two people and was very troubled by being entangled.
"Xiaojie, please look carefully." Ran Sujuan glanced at the center of the floor, "They are not the original two people."
"What?" Ning Jie turned her head in confusion.
A handsome and familiar young face came into view. The young man was dressed in coarse white and had a lazy smile on his face. He was swinging the long sword casually in his hand, with a hint of freedom and ease in his laziness.
"Brother Zhong!"
Ning Jie stood up abruptly, her smooth and white face full of surprise. The tea cup in her hand was knocked over on the table. The tea flowed along the table to the edge, and slowly dripped to the floor...
