Yu Li's sword was not very fast, but it was difficult to catch in Feng Xiaotian's eyes. Every time he tried to swing his sword to meet the attack, he hit it in the wrong direction.
After thirty moves, Feng Xiaotian began to sweat on his forehead.
He thought to himself: It seems that if he doesn’t use his special swordsmanship, he will end up here today. All the fellow disciples of the Sword Palace are looking at him.
After feinting, Feng Xiaotian took two steps back and prepared a new move.
Yu Li knew that he had become serious, but that was all. A martial arts competition is not about splitting moves. It would be too impractical to follow the opponent's sword technique trajectory.
Simply becoming more playful, he stopped using the Guizang sword technique and replaced it with the basic sword technique that he was most proficient in.
The set of swordsmanship that Feng Xiaotian changed was obviously more proficient than the previous swordsmanship, the linkage of moves was smoother, and the dance was really beautiful.
Yu Li shook his head, looking even more fancy than before.
Every time Feng Xiaotian attacks, Yu Li attacks, picks, collapses, and eats without moving much.
To outsiders, it looks like they are playing monkey tricks, and even the person who took the lead just now can't stand it anymore.
"Stop! Xiaotian, please stop too."
"Palace Master, I am not defeated yet."
Feng Xiaotian was very unconvinced and felt that he had lost face and wanted to continue fighting.
"You are not his opponent. Haven't you noticed that he hasn't even moved since you changed your sword skills?"
The other elder disciples who followed him out suddenly took a breath of cold air.
Judging from Yu Li's ability to do everything with ease, he is obviously more skillful than the deputy palace master. Although Feng Xiaotian did not climb to the position of deputy palace master by relying on his true skills, in the eyes of the elders, his swordsmanship was ordinary.
He is not even considered a first-rate master, and does not represent the strength of Sword Palace at all.
The others were not those who fought for power and gain, so Feng Xiaotian took advantage.
"Let me learn from you your clever trick."
A fifty-year-old man jumped out next to him.
"Excuse me, your Excellency?"
"I am Qin Xiao, the ninth elder of the Sword Palace, and I am also Feng Xiaotian's master."
"Oh, does this count as beating the younger one to the older one?"
"you……"
Yu Li's words almost caused Qin Xiao to suffer from internal injuries.
"If you want to fight, then attack, Luo Li. Do you want to compete with swords or quarrel?"
"Ah, I'm so angry!"
How has Qin Xiao ever been so angry? He rushed forward with his sword, using the same sword technique as Feng Xiaotian's, which was also full of flourishes.
However, Qin Xiao's strength is far superior to Feng Xiaotian, and Yu Li feels that it is equivalent to the second level of perfection in the main world.
He continued to use basic swordsmanship, not even bothering to move his feet.
Qin Xiao danced around Yu Li, and his sword skills were impressive at first. But after Yu Li broke the sword in his hand for the fortieth time, his mentality collapsed.
He is not as useless as his apprentice. He has been famous for at least twenty years and has a nickname in the world.
Unexpectedly, he didn't even touch the corner of the young man's clothes in front of him, and it was almost embarrassing to his grandma's house.
"Ninth Elder, stop it too!"
The palace master spoke again and persuaded Qin Xiao, who was looking a little lonely, to come down. The latter turned and left without saying a word.
"Young hero, what do you have to say?"
"I don't dare to ask for advice. I just asked Feng Xiaotian about something and gave him a lesson. Now that the matter is done, it's time for me to leave."
The Lord of the Sword Palace felt relieved when he saw that Yu Li was not looking for trouble.
"Forgive the Sword Palace for being negligent, I, the Lord, will not give it away."
"Easy to say."
Yu Li walked towards the door, still muttering——
"The strength is so poor that it can't even be considered a warm-up."
The disciples of Sword Palace didn't hear it, but there were several super masters present who heard it very clearly.
They were not much taller than Qin Xiao. On the one hand, they didn't like to be in the limelight. On the other hand, they felt that they couldn't afford to lose face by arguing with a young man.
Unexpectedly, people didn't take them seriously at all.
"Palace Master, this kid is too arrogant. Do you want to teach him a lesson?"
The palace owner glared at the elder who spoke.
"you go?"
"Huh? I can't, my hand is injured."
"Then who is going? The second elder or the third elder?"
"We are all injured too!"
The palace owner shook his head, the Sword Palace now is getting worse and worse than before.
Yu Li ignored the matter of Jian Gong, still doubting in his heart.
After walking out for a long time, I still looked back to confirm that this was indeed the Sword Palace.
"Could it be that I met a fake sword palace, which is obviously not very good, so why is it still called the Holy Land of Swordsmanship?"
There's no reason. Shouldn't it be like the one in the novel who says he can come high and go high and be invincible with his sword?
After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't figure it out, so I simply didn't think about it any more.
"Which sect master is more powerful? This way we can also measure the level of the so-called first-rate and second-rate. Qingcheng? Emei?"
"It's a pity that it was too early to leave Huashan, otherwise it would be good to go to Huashan for advice."
Riding a horse, Yu Li left the boundary of Huangshan Mountain and headed towards where Uncle Qi was.
Along the way, he saw many martial arts fights, all of which were of second-rate or lower strength, which he looked down upon.
"Is Uncle Qi at home?"
After knocking on the door of Qi Mansion, an old man came out and Yu Li asked directly.
"Excuse me, who are you?"
"I am Yuli, the orphan of Mingjian Villa. I heard that Uncle Qi was injured because of the incident at Mingjian Villa. I came to see him."
"Oh, Mr. Yu, please come with me."
The old man invited Yu Li into the house and closed the door.
"My master is still bedridden. Young hero, please come in directly."
"You were hurt so badly? Didn't you ask the doctor to take a look?"
"Look, the bones and internal organs are all seriously injured."
Walking into Uncle Qi's room, the maids and wives were all busy coming in and out, and a crowd of people gathered around the bed. It seemed that Uncle Qi was about to die.
"Stop crying for me, I'm not dead yet!"
"Uncle Qi, I'm here to see you."
When Uncle Qi heard the news, he recognized Yu Li's appearance at a glance. He hadn't seen him for several years, but he couldn't help but look like Yu Hai.
"Ali, why are you here? Aren't you going to Huashan to become a disciple?"
"I heard about you before I even arrived at Huashan, so I came right here."
"You kid, it's important to become a disciple, why should you give up so easily for the sake of the old man's affairs?"
Yu Li is still very close to Qi Bo. It has been ten years since the Mingjian Villa was destroyed. He is the only one who is still asking for justice from the Jian Palace, which shows that he takes this matter very seriously.
"Uncle Qi, my father told me to swear not to take revenge, so why do you do this? Look at the people around you who care about you, why don't you think about them? You really have a bad intention, and you want me to deal with it alone?"
"But your father saved my life. You can forget about this. I will never forget it in my life."
"When will the injustice be repaid? If you fall, won't my brothers also have to live in hatred like you?"
"I--"
"Okay, give up. I've already looked for Feng Xiaotian before I came here. He's not entirely a bad person, he's just a shadow left by the past."
Qi Bo didn't make a sound.
Yu Li took his pulse and used sword energy to circulate through his body. The injury was indeed serious.
Take out the healing elixir and give it to him.
"It's nothing serious. It will recover soon."
