Sanqing was sulking and walking fast. When she finally felt that she should have calmed down, she turned around and looked back. Fu Zhu and Yu Wangshu were already more than ten steps away from her, talking and laughing.
The fire that had just been extinguished in her heart suddenly ignited again. It was obvious that she and Fu Zhu knew each other first!
"I didn't expect that your swordsmanship is so good at such a young age. There are not many people who can defeat Yu Fuguang." Yu Wangshu said with emotion, "Her swordsmanship ranks among the best on the entire Jinyufu Island. Yeah." Of course, this does not include the Sword Immortal.
Fu Zhu recalled the battle with Yu Fuguang and nodded unequivocally.
Sword cultivators usually carry swords with them, and their hands will have calluses from holding swords all year round. But Yu Fuguang has neither. If he hadn't seen her wield a sword, it would be difficult to associate her with superb swordsmanship.
"How does your swordsmanship compare with hers?" Fu Zhu asked casually.
Yu Wangshu Nanyan said: "She has been to the twelfth floor."
And now that I am on the ninth level, my swordsmanship is high and low. Of course, it goes without saying.
Fu Zhu was slightly surprised. She thought that a noble lady like Yu Fuguang had little sword practice, but she had some talent in swordsmanship, so her sword skills were acceptable. She didn't expect that she would come to inquire about the sword tower, and even go to the sword tower. Twelve floors.
Yu Wangshu had an expression on his face that you would find hard to believe, and said slowly: "Although the number of floors in the Wenjian Tower does not completely represent the level of swordsmanship, the fact that she has reached the twelfth floor means that she has practiced hard in the Wenjian Tower. Sword.”
Yu Fuguang is already talented in swordsmanship and has practiced swordsmanship in the tower for hundreds of years. Of course, he is not just a showman.
The flower stand cannot go up to the twelfth floor.
Yu Wangshu looked at the sword in his hands and sighed. If she wanted to compete with Yu Fuguang, she would have to reach at least the twelfth level to be qualified.
Fu Zhu didn't understand the Wenjian Tower, so he tilted his head and asked, "Is the twelfth floor very high?"
"Of course it's very high!" Yu Wangshu glanced at her and suddenly felt a little discouraged, "But for you, it shouldn't be high."
She can defeat Yu Fuguang. Isn't the twelfth level simple? However, it cannot be calculated completely like this. The higher the swordsmanship, the more training will be required before there is a slight improvement.
And it is said that in the small world after the tenth level, the fantasy sea is floating and falling, and it is most targeted at those with superb swordsmanship.
"Wenjian Tower has a total of thirteen floors. If it reaches twelve floors, it is already the top." Yu Wangshu said.
Thirteen.
A very random number.
Fu Zhu asked: "Why is it the thirteenth floor?"
Yu Wangshu shrugged and said calmly, "I don't know either."
"No one knows except the person who built the sword tower. Maybe he likes this number?"
"But for so many years, no one has been to the thirteenth floor. Everyone assumes that the twelfth floor is the top."
Fu Zhu lowered his eyes and thought, and met San Qing with a resentful look on his face.
Sanqing squeezed in between the two of them, raised his head, looked left and right, "What do you think I'm doing?"
Yu Wangshu took the lead to retract his gaze and took two steps to the side to make room. It was finally not so crowded.
Fu Zhu smiled and shook his head, "Nothing to do." His eyes passed over her, and then Yu Wangshu said, "In that case, let's go to the thirteenth floor and have a look."
The girl's voice is as pure as water, making people feel relaxed and happy. She is neither arrogant nor impetuous, and you will not feel that she is talking big words.
Sanqing poked his head out from between the two of them, "I want to go to the thirteenth floor too."
It was rumored that there was a magic circle on the thirteenth floor. Once she reached the thirteenth floor, she could go home from the magic circle.
This is also the reason why Sanqing followed Fu Zhu to ask about the sword tower.
Yu Wangshu didn't say anything to hurt her. It's not that easy to go to the thirteenth floor. Fu Zhu may have hope, but Sanqing...
There was a broken sword in the scabbard, but he didn't look like a master of swordsmanship.
Her maternal grandfather's family was a famous swordsmith on the nearby Yufu Island. Her mother, Mrs. Yue, inherited her grandfather's sword-making talent. Yu Wangshu was familiar with it. She could also forge the simplest swords and was even better at observing swords.
The sword inside the Sanqing scabbard was clearly the most ordinary black iron sword.
On the other hand, even though the sword at Fu Zhu's waist was not unsheathed, Yu Wangshu could tell that it was not extraordinary.
As for the rotten wood scabbard on her waist, Yu Wangshu was most curious because she couldn't feel the sword energy at all.
Either the scabbard is empty, or the scabbard is made of a special material that completely conceals the aura of the long sword.
Yu Wangshu naturally prefers the latter possibility.
Sanqing was keenly aware of the look on her face, which was clearly disbelief. The little girl bluntly pointed out, "You think I can't get to the thirteenth floor?"
This is really unreasonable!
Sanqing clenched his fists, "My swordsmanship is second in the world, how come I can't get to the thirteenth floor?" He gritted his teeth for a while, then choked out another sentence, "You are really blind!"
Yu Wangshu was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Who is number one in the world?"
Sanqing actually named herself second, which is really not like her temperament.
The little girl rolled her eyes and said angrily: "It's not a bad idea to say you're blind."
"Of course the number one in the world is the talisman beads!"
The girl's eyebrows are lightly raised, like willow catkins in spring, rising upright in the wind and fluttering gracefully.
Yu Wangshu suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong. No wonder Sanqing, with his arrogant and arrogant temperament, was willing to give up the title of number one.
Sanqing strode forward, putting one hand on the scabbard, recalling the cool look of others when they drew their swords, and suddenly drew the sword.
"What is she going to do?" Yu Wangshu was stunned.
Fu Zhu couldn't help but laugh and said softly: "I'm going to show you the Sanqing Sword Technique."
Sanqing over there pulled out his sword proudly and elegantly, turned to Yu Wangshu and said, "Look, my self-created Sanqing sword technique."
She must shock Yu Wangshu’s dog eyes!
After saying this, he clenched the sword tightly with his little hand and his expression became serious.
With one sword swing, the flames shot up several feet high. With another sword swing, the fire dragon soared into the sky and let out a high-pitched dragon roar.
Yu Wangshu Qingli's face was illuminated by the fire, "Is she really a swordsman?"
The power of the sword moves is indeed amazing, but her moves look strange. Except for one move that makes people's eyes shine, the rest are difficult to comment on. Let’s talk about the sword flower. Whose sword flower is like this? I can't understand Tachibana's success.
Fu Zhu smiled and did not answer.
Sanqing put away her dagger and said in a proud tone, "How is it? Isn't it awesome?"
The surrounding flames went out, but Yu Wangshu still felt a little hot. When he got closer, he suddenly realized, "Where is your sword energy?"
Although she didn't understand the swordsmanship, she should have sword energy at least.
Sanqing's face suddenly turned red, and she couldn't hold back a word for a while.
How does she know where the sword energy has gone!
Fortunately, Yu Wangshu didn't get to the bottom of it. She thought of a move in the Sanqing Sword Technique, and her tone was mixed with admiration, "There is one move that I think is particularly good. I have never seen such a beautiful and gorgeous sword."
Sanqing's face suddenly became proud, but he thought to himself, which move was Yu Wangshu talking about?
Just as he was thinking about it, he was hit by a chestnut on the head. Sanqing covered his head and said angrily: "Why did you hit me?"
Fu Zhu glanced at her lightly, San Qing seemed to have thought of something, his eyes rolled around, feeling a little guilty.
(End of chapter)
