Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

The sword is an iron-like sword, and it is spiritual because of the holding. Wang Xuebin is not dedicated to swords, and there is no saying that he loves swords as if he is alive. In his opinion, swords are a tool, and he is the fundamental one.

Maybe because he is not dedicated to swords, he knows that swords only have three realms.

The first is the art of fraud, using tricks to defraud victory.

The second is the art of offense. When you understand the essence of kung fu well, you will find that offense is everything, and defense is actually an organic supplement to insufficient offensive ability.

The third is the art of power. Whether it is fist, palm or equipment, as long as it hits people, it will involve force. When it comes to force, it will involve two variables, one is size and the other is direction.

The issues involved in fighting are nothing more than these two variables.

As long as you can control these two variables, you can be invincible. While controlling them, you can have an advantage in any variable and you can be invincible.

Of course, this only involves physical fighting. It is another way to say that Newton cannot control the things that Newton cannot control.

At this time, the sword-comparison skills happened to be within the jurisdiction of Newton. Without talking about Wang Xuebin's understanding and insight of fighting, just comparing strength, Wang Xuebin could use all his strength to exert 1,600 kilograms of strength.

This is not just a matter of strength, but a transcendence of overall quality.

It can support 1,600 kilograms of muscles and muscles, and has long surpassed the scope of normal people and is extremely tough.

Even if he doesn't understand martial arts, he won't lose even if he plays a movie. You have to know that one force will be a joke.

"Your Excellency, let's make a move!"

Lian Jin stood with his sword in his arms, looked at Wang Xuebin who was checking the sword, and said with a smile.

Wang Xuebin was checking the hardness of the sword at this time. After all, it was his wife's sword, which was inappropriate if it was broken.

But this action made Lian Jin misunderstand. He thought Wang Xuebin could not use a sword and was thinking about it.

Therefore, he planned to let Wang Xuebin take action first, and was not prepared to let him lose too ugly. Just take two moves and get a draw. Although he is competitive, he does not like bullying the weak, and he is still a bit proud.

Wang Xuebin happened to have the same idea. Even Jin is quite humble and polite. Wang Xuebin is not a person who likes to be humble. Everyone is competing with each other. Hello, I, you guys and everyone is done.

"Occursed!"

Wang Xuebin held the sword with a bow, held the sword in one hand, and stabbed it straight, with a slow speed and no simplicity at all.

Even Jin didn't care about this, so he drew his sword to block it, and slowly shot it with his backhand and his sword. The two of them were just fighting with each sword.

"Sister, how are you fighting? Whoever wins and loses!"

Shanlan was not good at martial arts and could only ask for help from her sister. Shanrou looked at the smile on the stage.

"The husband is giving in to him!"

The girl beside him heard their conversation, looked at them indignantly, and shouted at the stage:

"Liang Jin, try hard, teach this Guizhou leader who is ignorant of the world!"

The girl shouted happily, but Wang Xuebin was unhappy when he heard it.

The Qianshou means the common people, and the civilians means not only the common people.

In the early years, the two emperors of Yan and Huang joined forces to defeat Chiyou. Chiyou's tribe members were called Jiuli people. After they became prisoners of war, they were called "limin people". Therefore, the Qianshou also means prisoners of war slaves.

Just from the tone of the girl, you can tell that her meaning is not to refer to civilians.

Wang Xuebin frowned and added some strength to his hands.

Once he stepped up his strength, even Jin was not happy.

Originally, he thought this was Wang Xuebin's limit of ability, but now he found that the other party was still hiding.

What's the meaning?

It is normal for you to keep your hands. After all, you are a first-class swordsman, but if Wang Xuebin keeps his hands, he can't bear it. This is obviously looking down on yourself!

Thinking of this, he no longer held back and attacked with all his might, preparing to make Wang Xuebin look ugly.

Lian Jin stabbed out with a sword, which was quick and powerful. Wang Xuebin held the sword in one hand, took two steps back, and took the sword edge.

The two looked at each other and knew that they were going to make a real fire.

Lian Jin smiled slightly and looked contented.

Wang Xuebin felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at this smile. Although he didn't like to step on others to show off, he didn't like others to step on him to show off. He narrowed his eyes and prepared to end the battle.

Wang Xuebin took a step forward, used a sword as a knife, and slashed it down with one sword.

Lian Jin raised his sword with both hands to block it, but Wang Xuebin's strength was beyond his expectations. When the two swords fought each other, his wrists instantly became numb, and he couldn't even hold the hilt of the sword.

Wang Xuebin did not stop, and slashed down with another sword, directly slashing Lian Jin's long sword.

Three swords were slashed, and Lian Jin retreated one after another.

Lian Jin could no longer avoid the fourth sword, and he closed his eyes and was killed.

Wang Xuebin's wrist flipped, and he slashed three points, slashed on the wooden ring with one sword. The ring instantly collapsed half of the ring, which made the people in the audience frightened.

Wu's uncle Wu Shizhan was both surprised and happy to watch on the stage. What was surprised that there was such force in the world. What was happy that if such a person could win over, let alone Zhao State, the seven countries could let him walk.

As for the conflict between Lian Jin and his daughter and Wang Xuebin, he didn't care at all. He was confident that there were ways to resolve the conflict.

He quickly called several maids to help his fat body up and helped him walk towards Wang Xuebin.

Wang Xuebin was not satisfied with defeating Lian Jin at all. He got off the stage, returned to Shanrou, returned the bronze sword to Shanrou, and said with a smile:

"Haha, my husband, I have not insulted my wife's sword!"

Shanrou took the sword and sent it back into the wooden scabbard, looking at the Langjun and laughing:

"Mr. Langjun is going to make a sword too. I know a sword-casting master. His sword-casting skills are very exquisite. The sword of Jixia Sword Saint was cast by the sword-casting master. If you have the chance, I will ask for a sword-casting master!"

Wang Xuebin was about to speak when a rough voice came from the side and said:

"Come here, now go to the secret library immediately and get the green lightsaber and golden lightsaber that I have treasured for a hundred years!"

The person who came was Wushi, who is the current head of Wushi. He just arrived at the age of dying, but his granddaughter is already sixteen years old.

The rude girl was his granddaughter Wu Tingfang.

Wang Xuebin turned his head and looked at him. He looked like a mountain of meat, fatter than Wang Xuebin back then, and needed help from walking.

Wang Xuebin's expression did not change and raised his hand and said:

"Young Master is polite and disrupts your husband's platform. I'm really sorry!"

Wu Shizhang waved his hand, not caring at all.

"If you can meet a wise man like Guanlan, it is the biggest gain of my Wu family.

I wonder if I, Wu, have the honor to invite Guanlan to visit my Wu, but the little girl was unrestrained and ran into you, giving her the opportunity to express her apology like Guanlan!"

Wu Shi Ye was chatting with Wang Xuebin, and Wu Shi Ye's son was caring for Lian Jin. Wu Tingfang stood aside and was a little stunned.

Wang Xuebin smiled slightly and declined:

"Thank you, Mr. Wu, for being kind. I am ashamed of being so proud. This time, such a storm has occurred, which is not what I wish. The Lord doesn't care about it. I am really unfair to accept this special treatment. I will say goodbye!"

After saying that, before Wu Shihan spoke, he asked Shang Shanrou and the others to leave.

Wu Shixian looked at Wang Xuebin's leaving figure, and the corners of his mouth meant something inexplicable.

At this time, Wu Shi's son Wu Shi came over and looked at Wang Xuebin's figure who was leaving and asked:

"Father, how do you treat this person?"

Wu Shixian looked at his son and said with a smile:

"Tingfang bumped into the other party. You will take Tingfang to apologize, bring enough wealth, and bring the green lightsaber with you.

If you are a person, you have preferences. See if he loves money or sex, good fame or profit. If I, Wu, can recruit this person, everything will come back twice as much. Don’t be stingy!"

After hearing this, Wu nodded and made it clear. Seeing that his son understood, Wu took the two swords that the servant had taken and handed the green light sword to Wu. He took the golden light sword and turned his head to comfort Lian Jin.

After all, Lian Jin is already his own person, and Wang Xuebin is a foreigner for the time being. He is sincere in finding Wang Xuebin at the first time, and then comforting Lian Jin is the way to control his subordinates. He still has this trick.

Wu looked at the green light sword in his hand, turned his head and looked at Wu Tingfang, who was huddled like a quail, and said sternly:

"Tingfang, see what you did, let's go and apologize with me!"

After saying that, he turned around and called the servants, asking them to prepare their goods, and took Wu Tingfang toward Wang Xuebin's departure. He was filled with excitement. After all, what is wrong with the loss of his horse?