The Book of Troubled Times

These words were so arrogant that many leaders of the ethnic groups who were still arguing with each other couldn't go on fighting, and stared at Zhao Changhe in unison.

Yue Hongling sat on a small bench, resting her chin, watching Zhao Changhe with great interest.

There is a little jealousy in her heart, but it is not much. She is particularly interested in this kind of demeanor of fighting alone and trying all the heroes, and wishes to participate in it herself. It's a pity that the bastard said the words to death, "the one who wins me", didn't say "there are two people on our side", it's a pity.

But it's okay, it's handsome.

The little brother has really grown up now, so he has grown up on his own aesthetics... This sword is pointed at an angle, and the proud and independent back is so beautiful.

Sisi pursed her lips, and quietly tugged at the corner of Zhao Changhe's clothes: "Hey, don't be too arrogant, although there are not as exquisite moves as yours here, Gu can make up for it, and this level will not be reflected in the list of troubled times. , It’s easy to fall if you don’t understand.”

Zhao Changhe smiled and said, "Isn't this great? I want to experience Miao Jiang's Gu art. Is there a more suitable way than a one-on-one arena?"

Yue Hongling smiled slightly, she thought so too.

Before assassinating Lan Tiankuo, the reason why he was "failed and trapped" was because he encountered a Gu technique that was difficult for him to understand. In fact, she had learned a lot from Sisi before she dared to act, but whether she has had in-depth experience is still different. If she can be given a chance to challenge the heroes one-on-one, it will be a good choice for a swordsman who wants to experience the world's cultivation. It's a beautiful thing.

Of course, this requires courage and self-confidence, otherwise it would be embarrassing to be on stage. Don't think that there are not many people in the list of troubled times here, once the Gu technique is blessed, all strength assessments have to be repeated.

Sisi paused: "I'm too lazy to bother you, what I'm afraid of is that if you lose, my seat will be gone!"

"Saint, please be safe." Zhao Changhe looked around and said in a low voice, "Hey, is there a battle ceremony, the blessing of the saint or something?"

Sisi froze for a moment, her eyes suddenly turned into crescent moons: "Hey, I pretended to be serious with me before, but now that Sister Mingyue is by my side, it's time for you to be more serious, but you suddenly started to tease me? So you like to be in front of someone? Noodles, it’s boring if he’s not around, isn’t it..."

Zhao Changhe said speechlessly: "I'm just joking, where do you have such divergent thinking?"

Sisi snorted and said: "There is a battle ceremony, kneel down and lick the feet of the saint."

Zhao Changhe subconsciously glanced at her feet.

Why can she always be so white and crystal clear when she travels through the mountains without shoes? Even if her true energy can protect her feet now, what about a few years ago? It should be pretty rough...

Sisi looked at him with a half-smile: "Is it pretty?"

No matter how good-looking the mother is, no one will lick it, and the maid is still upside down?

Before Zhao Changhe could answer, a voice came from behind:

"Thinking Dharma...Thinking Dharma?"

Zhao Changhe turned his head, and there was a young man in black standing in the field, looking at him speechlessly.

Are you here to challenge the heroes, or are you here to flirt with you saints?

Zhao Changhe didn't blush, but he couldn't see it: "I thought you guys were going to discuss it, I just asked the saint for some pre-battle instructions..."

The man said: "Meng Tai of the Dong nationality, come to learn the sword technique of Si Hu Dharma."

Zhao Changhe made a firm statement: "So you have already recognized the mode of this contest?"

The leader of the Bai tribe said: "That's right. Since the spirit tribe made such a proposal, we discussed it and felt that this is a simple and clear solution. The strength of each tribe is not easy to judge, and the strong should always be respected."

In the world of martial arts, it really is the same everywhere... Fortunately, I didn't test the Four Books and Five Classics with you.

Zhao Changhe nodded, and subconsciously planned to salute Meng Tai with his sword hilt upside down, but suddenly realized that this kind of etiquette in the Central Plains was wrong, so he directly turned into a sword-wielding flower: "Come on."

Anger appeared on Meng Tai's face... They were not without manners, and this Si Laoye's behavior was tantamount to contempt in his opinion.

He charged forward with anger, and with a "whoosh", the long knife cut across several feet of space, and slashed at Zhao Changhe's neck: "Attention!"

Meng Tai used a knife, an ordinary single knife.

Zhao Changhe still doesn't have much confidence in swordsmanship, but he can be regarded as one of the world's great masters when it comes to swordsmanship. He knew all the subsequent changes of this Meng Tai almost without looking, and he also knew where the fulcrum of the opponent's reserved changes was.

"Whoosh!" The sword light was like water, pointing at Meng Tai's wrist.

It was precisely on the fulcrum where all his changes started, no matter how he changed, he couldn't escape the sniper attack of this sword, and all subsequent momentum was cut off.

With just a mere sword strike, those who know how to do it, such as Lei Zhentang and Yue Hongling, were all moved.

Good swordsmanship...

But Meng Tai didn't panic, his wrist twisted as if he had no bones, Zhao Changhe's sword brushed past him, but he missed it!

And Meng Tai's saber was only blocked for a moment because of this twist, and soon returned to normal, and he still slashed at Zhao Changhe's neck.

How could it be so easy for Zhao Changhe, who misjudged the situation, to take it back when he stabbed out with a sword? The light of the saber was already on his neck, so he had to withdraw his sword quickly to dodge, relying on his sharp body, he narrowly avoided the saber.

With just one blow, there are dangers everywhere, and he falls into an absolute disadvantage.

It's really easy for people from Middle Earth to fall into Miaojiang... It's too contrary to common sense.

Sisi reminded through sound transmission behind her: "This is the spirit snake Gu, which makes the body bones flexible like a snake, don't use conventional thinking to judge the changes of hands and feet. And this kind of Gu is in conflict with giant force, copper skin and other Gu skills. , indicating that he pursues dexterity and is lacking in other directions..."

Before the word "lost" was uttered, Sisi's eyes widened suddenly.

Zhao Changhe, who was originally at a disadvantage and clumsy on the left and right, became more and more relaxed in his movements. Meng Tai, who seemed to be chasing after each knife quickly, couldn't move anymore. He seemed to be stuck in some kind of quagmire. There is a mountain of knives on the right, not daring to move anywhere, and finally turned into a toad jumping in grief and anger, slashing angrily with a knife: "What kind of demon method are you using!"

Zhao Changhe almost didn't laugh out loud when he used Gu to talk about other people's magic.

Faced with this little jumping knife, Zhao Changhe felt a little nostalgic: "This toad is so familiar with jumping... You are not handsome enough to dance, and your strength is too weak."

Following the voice, the long sword arrived first, and it had already touched Meng Tai's dantian, and the sword energy penetrated into it, locking all the aura of the opponent's dantian.

Meng Tai's knife became limp, and Zhao Changhe grabbed it with his left hand and pushed it away: "Brother Meng, this spirit snake Gu is a bit interesting... I will ask for help when I have a chance."

Meng Tai silently felt the locked zhenqi in his body, and was very surprised: "What kind of demon technique did you use just now?"

Zhao Changhe was not hesitant to share: "It was a formation of sword energy. Every parry of my sword left a trace of undissipated sword energy in place. The longer the confrontation, the more sword energy around me. Brother Meng seemed to be caught in a trap. In the sword array, no matter how flexible you are, you can't use it."

Meng Tai was startled and said: "How did this happen? Why can the sword energy stay in the space!"

Zhao Changhe smiled slightly: "This is the secret, and non-spiritual clans don't know it."

Meng Tai saluted sincerely: "I lost."

Sisi has a lot of face.

In fact, they were curling their lips behind their backs, and the Spirit Clan didn't know this kind of secret... Sword light filled the courtyard like water, this damn is Tang Wanzhuang's unique method!

When Tang Wanzhuang dismantled the battle between Longque and the ancient sword Dragon Emperor, she used this routine, but hers was more subtle, the sword energy was like water overflowing, and the sword was dragged like a deep pool so that the sword could not move at all. Zhao Changhe's sword Qi is just sword qi, thick as a forest, and cannot be applied in a more subtle way. But it was enough. Facing this kind of opponent, this routine was the best solution, and there was no need for her Sisi to give advice behind her back.

The field became quiet.

Zhao Changhe didn't recognize Meng Tai, and didn't know his name... In fact, he was not an ordinary swordsman, he was a very famous master of the Dong nationality, and he was well known in the Southwest for both sword and voodoo skills.

But when fighting this Si Laoye, it took only a few breaths, and the winner was already divided. This Si Laoye didn't even use Gu skills to assist, it was just pure swordsmanship!

For a while, there was no second person to end, and the atmosphere was a bit dignified... Is this spirit race so indifferent, so strong?

With a sullen face, Lei Zhentang said slowly: "Isn't it a little strange to use only swordsmanship in the battle of Bailiao in the Southwest? Those who don't know think it's the Central Plains warriors discussing swords."

Zhao Changhe wondered: "We in Bailiao, Southwest, don't we practice swordsmanship? Does Patriarch Lei's Miaodao look good hanging around his waist?"

Lei Zhentang said: "The combination of saber and gu is our method."

"Actually, I also have Gu. Unexpectedly, a great master like Patriarch Lei would not be able to see it." Zhao Changhe grinned, and his arms suddenly bulged in a circle: "Look, Juli Gu."

Lei Zhentang's expression twitched, and he stopped talking.

"It's just that it's not good to bully people with strength. Just use swordsmanship to meet hundreds of clans, that's all." Zhao Changhe retracted his bulging arm, and pointed with his sword: "Who else wants to teach? "

People looked at this guy speechlessly, seeing the excitement in his eyes, he really hoped that more people would fight with him and appreciate the skills of hundreds of clans.

It seems that he is not fighting for the benefit of the ethnic group, but seeing the difference in the world and looking for the door of his way of swordsmanship.

Sisi stepped back and sat back on the small bench, sitting side by side with Yue Hongling, holding her chin, muttering in a low voice: "Sister Yue, he seems to have robbed you of your training path."

Yue Hongling seemed to point out something: "Experience is done by myself, so there is no question of whether to grab it or not... But I am afraid that some people will grab something else..."