The path to martial arts is like climbing a steep slope: the higher you get, the harder it becomes when you go up. In almost all sects of martial arts, progress becomes slower the more you practice it. One of the important reasons why Yun Xiaomeng was invited to live in the branch of Yufeng Escort Bureau was to facilitate competition with Yi Qilin. There are only two hands of masters of their level in the world, so it is really rare to get them together.
Knowing that Mei Yuanchen was coming, in order to let Yi Qingxin spend more time with him, Yun Xiaomeng dragged Yi Qilin to the backyard martial arts training ground. At first, Yun Xiaomeng just wanted to delay for a little longer, and most of his tricks were "tangle". Yi Qilin can be said to be a martial arts fanatic. Seeing her exquisite and complicated moves, he became interested and he only defended but did not attack during the whole process and solved them one by one. Half an hour later, the two had exchanged more than 800 moves. Yun Xiaomeng gradually lost his composure, and unknowingly used the top-level martial arts in Suxin Palace. Of course, Yi Qilin was sophisticated after all, and his martial arts skills and knowledge were obviously much higher than hers. The self-made bone-twisting grapple was even more versatile in his hands. It was like two pairs of scissors, moving sideways and diagonally, neutralizing all her moves. Steadily gaining the upper hand.
"Senior Yi, I'm going to use Silver Blade Silk!" After more than 1,500 moves, Yun Xiaomeng still failed to reverse the decline, and actually planned to use his unique skill Silver Blade Silk!
Yi Qilin laughed loudly: "Okay, I'll let my Wind Sword Technique match your Su Xin Palace's silver blade silk skills!" After saying that, he pulled out a soft sword more than three feet long from his belt. . The profound heritage of Suxin Palace is not comparable to that of Yufeng Escort Agency. It is said by everyone that Silver Blade Silk is the most powerful soldier in the world. The Wind Control Sword Technique is renowned in the martial arts and is the number one sword technique in the world. With the long sword in his hand, Yi Qilin is almost invincible. Even facing the old monk Xuan Yue, he still has a good chance of winning.
In the world, there are very few people who have seen the Wind Control Sword Technique, and even fewer people have witnessed the Silver Blade Silk. No one has ever seen these two skills at the same time. This is the first time they have met.
Yi Qilin became more competitive and showed his soft sword for the first time.
Very few people know that Yi Qilin actually has two swords. Among them, the soft sword is better at being cunning, and the long sword is more powerful. It was the long sword that made him famous in his early years. Today, he is using the soft sword he is most good at: the Nine-curved Spirit Snake Sword. When dealing with Silver Blade Silk, a soft sword is obviously easier to use than a long sword.
"Is this the silver blade thread?" Yi Qilin asked seriously, staring closely at the five thin threads connected between Yun Xiaomeng's hands. "Is this the 'Silver Blade Silk' ranked first in the world by the Star Reaching Pavilion? It will never be as ordinary as it looks!" He thought secretly.
Yun Xiaomeng nodded and replied with a smile: "Senior Yi, this is the silver blade silk that our Suxin Palace has always only passed down to the palace master. Xiaomeng's qualifications are dull and he has never mastered it. He has only learned less than 60%. Today Be brave and use it to challenge your wind-controlling swordsmanship!" It is obvious from these words that in her opinion, Dacheng's Silver Blade Silk is a more exquisite martial art than the wind-controlling swordsmanship.
Yi Qilin naturally heard the implication of her words, but he was not angry at all. The Silver Blade Silk has been passed down for hundreds of years, and its reputation is not in vain. It has its own uniqueness. In his opinion, his wind-controlling swordsmanship may not necessarily be superior.
As quiet as a virgin, as moving as a thundering roar! A white shadow flashed past, and Yun Xiaomeng attacked with his fingers. Even though they were sparring, Yi Qilin did not dare to be careless at all. He jumped up half a foot and waved his soft sword downward to meet the silk thread between her fingers.
The soft sword was as flexible as a snake. Yun Xiaomeng pulled back with both hands, weaving the silver blade silk into a web.
"Buzz!" As soon as the soft sword touched the thread, Yi Qilin pulled it back. Know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger. With his many years of experience, he had never seen Silver Blade Silk before, so he did not dare to take action rashly, so he first used a false move to test the reality. "This silver blade silk is really weird. It looks like the most soft thing, but it is actually the most soft yet strong. No wonder even a master like Jin Shenfeng, who has been famous for many years, is defeated. It is really not easy! Shicai Fortunately, I retreated quickly, otherwise once the soft sword was entangled in her silk net, it would be very bad." Although the sword and the silk thread had just touched lightly between the electric light and flint, he had already roughly understood the silver blade. The power of silk.
With confidence in his heart, Yi Qilin was much more decisive when making next moves.
"Buzz!"
"Buzz!"
"call out!"
"Buzz!"
Half a quarter of an hour later, Yun Xiaomeng stopped the attack and put away the silver blade silk, obviously admitting defeat. Yun Xiaomeng approached Yi Qilin, bowed slightly and said in admiration: "Senior Yi's wind-controlling swordsmanship is truly unparalleled in the world. Xiaomeng feels ashamed!" In this half-quarter of an hour, the two exchanged more than two hundred moves. , Yi Qilin was both virtual and real, and the soft sword in his hand was like a flexible little snake, constantly biting the silver blade thread on Yun Xiaomeng's fingertips. His soft sword is soft and hard at the same time, it bends and opens suddenly, it is really elusive, and its moves are very fast, and its withdrawal is treacherous, always avoiding a head-on collision with the silver blade. As for the several wonderful uses of the silver-edged wire: entangling, cutting, winding, cutting, netting, and stirring, it always seems to be a little bit slower when compared to the soft sword. Every time it can withdraw its move before it launches, allowing it to move. She failed again and again. Yun Xiaomeng had nowhere to use his strength, nowhere to use his moves, and there was no place to apply his strength. If he fought for a long time, he would definitely lose, so he admitted defeat in advance.
Yi Qilin shook his head slightly and sighed: "Yinbiansi deserves to be the best soldier in the world, but my Nine-curved Spirit Snake Sword is still not as good as it is after all. I can defeat you, but I only rely on my deeper skills and faster moves. That's it. After you practice for a few more years and your internal strength improves, I'm afraid I won't be able to beat you." He had experienced this magical martial art today and he really admired it from the bottom of his heart. "If I hadn't mastered my soft sword to perfection, would I still be able to win today?" He asked himself.
Thinking of Yun Xiaomeng's incredible moves during the fight just now, Yi Qilin couldn't help but murmured: "Palace Master Yun, there hasn't been a young master like you in the world for a long time!" After a pause, he suddenly remembered that day in An The Secretary of the Salt and Salt Transportation Department slapped Mei Yuanchen in the palm of his hand and added: "Perhaps, only Mr. Mei Yuanchen from the Mei family of the Secretary of the Salt and Salt Transportation Department can compare with you."
Yun Xiaomeng is recognized as a top player in the world, but Yi Qilin compares her to an unknown young man. "Is it the young master named Mei Yuanchen?" Yun Xiaomeng looked at Yi Qilin and asked with a smile. She dragged Yi Qilin into a martial arts competition because she wanted to hold him back so that Yi Qingxin and Mei Yuanchen could spend more time alone.
"Yes, it's him." Yi Qilin replied with a smile, with unabashed appreciation on his face.
"Is his martial arts good?" Yun Xiaomengqi asked. She originally only knew that Yi Qingxin was in love with him, but she didn't expect that in Yi Qilin's eyes, he was actually a master who could compare with her. She was very surprised at the moment.
Yi Qilin had some hesitation on his face, trembled, and finally replied: "I don't know much about him. I only palmed him once. However, when I palmed each other, I found that his internal energy was extremely pure. He must be a cultivator. He has learned a very advanced internal skill. For someone at his age, it is really remarkable that he has such deep internal power. As for his other skills, I don’t know anything about him."
Yun Xiaomeng pulled back her loose hair and said excitedly: "Oh? He's actually a young internal master? This is really strange! I really need to get to know him for a while." Young external master, a master in the world of martial arts There are quite a few; however, there are really only a few young masters in the world, let alone one that would surprise even Yi Qilin.
"It is said that Mr. Mei lives in Prince Jia's Mansion, and the Yufeng Escort Bureau has a good relationship with him. If Palace Master Yun wants to have a discussion with him, I can try to ask him out." Yi Qilin said with a smile. Why doesn't he want to see these two young talents compete? Although in his opinion, Yun Xiaomeng is still far stronger than Mei Yuanchen.
"Haha, don't bother, Mr. Mei is in your semicolon!" Yun Xiaomeng smiled proudly.
Yi Qilin was very puzzled and asked: "Oh? How could it be? How could I not know?"
Yun Xiaomeng originally wanted to tell Yi Qilinzhi about Yi Qingxin's secret promise to Mei Yuanchen, but then he thought about it and felt it was inappropriate. He finally held back and said, "This Young Master Mei wants to come here at this time." In the side hall, Miss Yi is keeping me company."
After hearing this, Yi Qilin had a look of suspicion on his face. Even though he didn't understand teenage love, he was still thinking about it.
Seeing Mei Yuanchen sitting next to her, Yi Qingxin couldn't help but look at her from time to time, and a soft affection gradually rose in her heart. "Should I tell him? Does he also have me in his heart?"
Mei Yuanchen had already noticed that she was sizing him up, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious. After all, the two of them were not very familiar with each other, and just now they were sitting at the tea table chatting without saying a word. He was thinking that Xia Chengyi was still waiting for him at the house, so he wanted to go back earlier, so he asked: "Miss Yi, what are you doing?" Are you coming to the capital with Senior Yi and Brother Yi?"
Yi Qingxin had never been alone with him before, and she never imagined that it would feel so strange and wonderful. When he asked him this question, she felt a little disappointed. She forced a smile and replied, "Yes, I felt bored staying at home, so I I asked grandpa to take me to the capital. In addition to my third brother, I am also traveling with my fourth uncle."
"Oh, Senior Yi and Brother Yi both came to the capital, but I didn't come to visit. I'm really ashamed!" Mei Yuanchen said to himself. In Jinzhou and Suzhou, he and his father were helped by Yi Qilin and Yi Buyi, and he always remembered them.
Having said this, Yi Qingxin could no longer shirk away, so she could only say: "Fourth uncle and third brother went out to do things, but grandpa is in the semicolon. He is currently at the backyard martial arts training ground. I will take you there." She thought in her heart. Not willingly, so it was a bit stiff to say this. Mei Yuanchen was no longer an inexperienced child, so he naturally sensed something fishy and secretly blamed himself.
"So, there is Miss Laoyi!" He stood up from his seat and thanked her with his hand.
Yi Qingxin returned the salute and walked in front, leading him to the martial arts training ground.
"Is he here?" Yun Xiaomeng asked. With her and Yi Qilin's skills, they could naturally hear the footsteps more than ten feet away.
"Yes, Qingxin came with him." Yi Qilin looked at the courtyard corridor and replied thoughtfully.
