The one who cut off seven tea bowls with one sword was Mr. Mo Da of Xiaoxiang Yeyu. But the one who cut seven tea bowls with twelve swords was something that even Lin Pingzhi in front of the palace could easily do.
However, even with such an easy task, Lu Chaoge still has not been able to complete it.
Of course, anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is not that he is not strong enough, it is just that he has been brewing for a long time, and his attention was all on how to scare Lu Jing to piss, and he had no time to care about the tea bowl on Lu Jing's body.
But now that he was exposed in such an honest way, the look on Lu Chaoge's face still looked particularly ugly.
This master of the Qilian Sword Sect's ability to control his own emotions was obviously not as strong as his ability to control the long sword in his hand. Of course he knew that he should not stab Lu Jing with his sword.
In other words, even if you wanted to stab Lu Jing with a sword, you shouldn't do it at this time, in full view of everyone.
That would get him into big trouble himself.
Although Lu Chaoge is young, he is not stupid. He hates Lu Jing, but he just wants to force Lu Jing to make a fool of himself in front of Gu Caiwei, and has no real intention to kill Lu Jing.
However, now that Lu Jing has not made a fool of himself, it is his turn to make a fool of himself.
And at this time, Lu Chaoge found that he was already in a dilemma. Even if he used his sword to cut off the seven tea bowls, he still could not change the fact that he had made a fool of himself.
After all, it took thirteen swords to cut seven tea bowls, which is really not something worth bragging about.
At the same time, Lu Jing's determination that he did not dare to take action also deeply irritated Lu Chaoge. Lu Chaoge felt that Lu Jing was so confident because he saw through his scruples.
So now Lu Chaoge wanted to see the shocked expression on Lu Jing's face after his throat was pierced more than ever.
Once this idea comes up, it is difficult to suppress it.
Perhaps Lu Chaoge himself didn't realize that his next sword deflected slightly to the right. There was Lu Jing's carotid artery. If it could be cut open... the guy in front of him who was embarrassing him would instantly turn into a profuse stream of blood. .
There was a hint of expectation in Lu Chaoge's eyes.
However, just when his long sword was about to touch Lu Jing's skin, Lu Jing, who had been standing there without moving, finally moved.
Lu Jing followed the example of monk Yuan Xin before and stretched out two fingers.
He eagerly grabbed Lu Chaoge's sword.
Naturally, Lu Jing had never practiced Two-Finger Zen, but after practicing the unique skill of self-protection, Fire Lin Armor, his body had become very hard.
Perhaps it was a bit dangerous to connect Lu Chaoge's sword with his artery, but it was a sure thing to grab the sword with his fingers.
And the gap between the two sides is too obvious.
Lu Chaoge's strength is pretty good among ordinary people in the martial arts world. He has just broken through to the third-rate realm, so he is really overqualified to be a nurse.
However, the gap between him and Lu Jing was wider than the gap between him and ordinary nursing homes!
The two of them were completely different from each other, which was the real reason why Lu Jing didn't care about what tricks Lu Chaoge would play.
Because it doesn't matter if the latter doesn't move, but once Lu Chaoge moves, no matter what he wants to do, Lu Jing can stop him one step in advance.
Just like now, Lu Chaoge found that he seemed to have encountered the same predicament that Wei Changsheng encountered before.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get his sword out of Lu Jing's hand.
It was clear that the other party only moved two fingers, but they seemed to be cast together with his long sword.
Even if Lu Chaoge mobilized 100% of his internal energy, once it invaded Lu Jing's meridians, it would be like sinking into the sea.
What made him even more desperate was that the tea bowls on Lu Jing's shoulders, forearms and palms did not fall and break.
This time, not only Lu Chaoge, but also Yuan Xin, Luo Luo and others' expressions also changed.
Although they were not very familiar with Lu Chaoge, they knew from watching Lu Chaoge draw a sword that this young man from the Qilian Sword Sect had real skills.
It's not comparable to Wei Changsheng's embroidered pillow that just looks majestic.
Therefore, it was also a matter of using two fingers to clamp the opposite weapon. Lu Jing's difficulty was obviously much higher than that of Yuan Xin. Anyway, if Yuan Xin asked himself to switch positions, he would not be able to clamp Lu Chaoge's sword so easily. .
Who is this seemingly harmless guy? ! So many of them were mistaken before.
While Yuan Xin was guessing Lu Jing's identity, Lu Chaoge on the other side was still thinking of ways to get his weapon back.
He had pushed all his energy to the extreme. Not only was his face flushed, but he also used both hands. Veins popped up on his arms, and he could barely use up the energy to feed himself.
However, the long sword remained motionless.
There was no sign of anger on Lu Jing's face, he just shook his head and warned, "Didn't your master teach you that you should not show off your strength if you are not good at learning, otherwise it will be easy to harm others and yourself.
"Fortunately, it was me you met this time, so it didn't cause a big disaster. Otherwise, if someone was killed in that incident, how would you have ended it?"
Lu Chaoge stared at Lu Jing. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk, but that he couldn't.
Because now he is desperately squeezing his Dantian, hoping to mobilize more internal energy to attack the opponent in front of him. Once he loses his breath, not only will all the previous efforts be in vain, but he may also suffer serious injuries. internal injury.
But the result made him feel desperate.
Lu Jing looked like he was in a stalemate with him. Not only could he speak, but his tone of voice had not changed at all from before, and he wasted no effort at all.
Lu Chaoge felt like his breath was stuck in his chest.
This feeling is really terrible, as if the ant tried its best but still couldn't make the elephant move even half a step.
In the end, like Wei Changsheng, he raised his head and spit out a mouthful of blood!
And unlike Wei Changsheng, Lu Chaoge's heart was not only attacked by anger, but also by the anger during the performance of the martial arts. The internal energy that had been stimulated to the extreme suddenly stopped and poured into his heart veins.
In layman's terms, his current situation is called an obsession.
After the blood spurted out, his head tilted and he fell to the ground unconscious.
Gu Caiwei frowned, but in the end, for the sake of Third Brother Xie, she sent someone to send Lu Chaoge to the medical clinic on the next street for treatment.
However, Lu Jing estimated that with his injuries, even if he could barely save his life, he would probably fall from the third-rate level, and there was a high probability that he would not be able to practice higher in the future.
Lu Jing said to Gu Caiwei with some embarrassment, "Sorry, there is one less person to choose from."
Gu Caiwei shook his head, "It doesn't matter, I didn't plan to choose him in the first place, and his skills are so poor, it would be useless even if I choose him."
"Well, then you go ahead." Lu Jing took off the tea bowl and put it aside, and he stood aside again and continued to eat melon quietly, waiting for Gu Caiwei to pick someone.
However, the other three people in the hospital were already experiencing turmoil in their hearts.
