Cthulhu in the Sharingan

Mosquito?

What the hell is a mosquito? Is this old man so irritable?

Su Chi looked at Wang Laoji and blinked.

But Wang Laoji just flicked off the dust on his body. He looked at the principal of the sixth middle school outside the door with a faint smile.

Li Zheng has been fighting the principal for so many years, but he has never made any progress.

As long as you are a sword cultivator, you will definitely be attracted to the legendary sword spirit.

But Su Chi is not interested in the sword spirit. There must be a reason.

Maybe there is something wrong with the understanding of swordsmanship.

Wang Laoji shook the wine pot in his hand. Such a simple thing evoked the illusion of a red wine glass.

"You kid, I taught you a set of swordsmanship and a set of illusions. How is your practice going?"

Wang Laoji suddenly asked. He was very clear about the difficulty of his own swordsmanship. This kid was not interested in the sword spirit. Obviously, he had encountered problems in this regard.

"It's okay."

Su Chi scratched his head and said. He did know the illusion, although he couldn't control it independently.

As for swordsmanship, although he can copy all of them with the Sharingan, it is OK for coping, but it is probably not good enough for actual combat.

You can learn all the moves, but you can't learn muscle memory.

This requires real practice. You can use the Sharingan to skip the learning part directly, which is actually enough of a bug.

As a person,

you can't be too greedy after all.

"Oh? Then let me try it." Wang Laoji obviously still had a tentative mentality.

It's only been a few days.

If you say you are learning and haven't encountered any difficulties yet, I still believe it.

It's OK, what does it mean?

Practice makes perfect,

this is how Wang Laoji has always behaved.

"Sword."

He said lightly, and a peach wood sword flew from the door to Wang Laoji.

With a stroke of his left hand, it fell directly into Su Chi's hand.

Without waiting for Su Chi to react, Wang Laoji picked up a chopstick and waved it like a sword.

The elegant and unpredictable, simple and extremely complicated, are the characteristics of their swordsmanship.

The opponent can obviously slow down the speed of the sword, but in actual effect, it is still difficult to catch.

But Su Chi is no longer the student who had no combat experience at the beginning.

Sharingan, open!

Under the sunglasses, the blood-red left eye suddenly opened.

The visual sense brought by one eye made Su Chi somewhat uncomfortable. Although it was a bit awkward, he finally got used to it.

Upward,

Flying stab,

Sweep,

Downward.

The most basic basic skills seemed so elegant in Wang Laoji's hands.

One party did not use the real strength, but simply fed the moves, and the other party opened the copying ability of the Sharingan, which was equivalent to being trapped in custody.

As long as Su Chi's eyes and body can keep up, he can perfectly copy Wang Laoji's moves.

The only flaw may be that his movements will always be a little slower than the opponent's, and he can only tie at present, and cannot win.

Of course, not losing is the biggest victory to some extent.

This battle inexplicably seemed to be evenly matched.

But in fact, it was not the case. Wang Laoji obviously let it go.

"Very good, but be careful next time."

Wang Laoji said with great satisfaction after seeing that Su Chi could successfully solve every move he made.

Although they were all basic skills, Su Chi's reaction showed that he had practiced a lot.

And before learning swordsmanship from him, he should have had some basic skills, and he didn't fall behind at all.

What a hardworking child, but it will be different next time.

After the words fell, Wang Laoji turned the sword in his hand, using less than 100 points of meager spiritual power, and with the corresponding steps, it looked like he was constantly teleporting.

Although the speed of swinging the sword and moving was not fast, there were still many afterimages in Su Chi's eyes.

The replica action was inadvertently slowed down by a beat, leaving a lot of flaws. Fortunately, Su Chi reacted in time, so he didn't lose.

Wang Laoji's sword swinging speed still did not increase, but the afterimages in front of him became more and more, and it was difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

But fortunately, these afterimages can still be distinguished by careful observation with the Sharingan.

Barely keeping up with Wang Laoji's rhythm, the afterimages of the two sides swinging swords looked like thousands of sharp swords constantly confronting each other.

The swords were waving,

When the swords of both sides collided in the air, Wang Laoji's eyes flashed with brilliance, and suddenly the chopsticks in his hand vibrated at a high frequency, and the wooden sword flew out in response.

The chopsticks swung a sword flower in the air, and Wang Laoji accurately threw it back to its original position.

"Yes, it is indeed a talent."

Wang Laoji said with a smile.

But in his heart, a huge wave of shock was raised.

It has only been a few weeks, and this kid has really learned the Qingge Sword Technique?

How is this possible! !

How long did it take him to learn this set of swordsmanship?

A month? Or half a year?

He can no longer remember.

But at that time, I was still called a swordsman, but it still took so long.

And Su Chi, this is too amazing.

Moreover, talent alone is not enough for swordsmanship, muscle memory alone is enough to eliminate most of the time.

But just when they were fighting, Wang Laoji found that Su Chi's reaction speed to the moves was very fast, but he basically used the same moves as himself.

This is definitely a muscle reaction after a lot of training.

When I first learned swordsmanship, I also had this problem.

When I saw the other party using the same swordsmanship as myself, my muscles would subconsciously use the same moves.

It was like practicing swordsmanship with a sword manual.

After a long silence, Wang Laoji picked up the decorative crutches and turned around and left.

Li Zheng sat on the ground outside the door with a headache. He didn't dare to leave.

Otherwise,

he would definitely have to carry the old guy on his back and beat him up when he attended the Night Watch meeting later.

"Hmm? Did the kid agree?" Li Zheng touched his nose and asked.

Wang Laoji glanced at the boy and slapped him on the back of his head: "How can you talk like that? That's your uncle!"

Li Zheng: "………"

After the fight, Wang Laoji seemed to remember something and asked again: "By the way, how long did it take you to learn Qingge Sword Jue?"

Li Zheng: "About eight months. I still have a deep impression."

Right,

This is the speed that a normal genius should have.

After hearing this, Wang Laoji felt comfortable immediately and raised his hand to slap him again out of habit.

After the fight, he opened his mouth and was silent for a while: "In the future, when you have nothing to do, don't bother your uncle with things like the national competition."

Li Zheng: "???"

Isn't this what you asked me to do?

What's the matter,

You are addicted to fighting and can't find a reason?

Pursing his lips, for the sake of his own safety, Li Zheng still hid these words in his heart and forced a smile: "I understand, I will never let you worry about me again in the future, you are so old."

This is prone to myocardial infarction.