super music master

"Teacher, Master Shao Zikang shouldn't be a superpower, right?"

After seeing the battle between Shao Zikang and Peng Huagang just now, Wu Ling was still a little curious about this issue. Judging from Shao Zikang's performance just now, Wu Ling may not be able to defeat the opponent without using sword tactics, but he did not

Sensing the fluctuations belonging to the superpower from the opponent's body.

"Well, your senses are very keen. Master Shao Zikang is just an ordinary person, but he has been practicing swords since he was a child and is a master in the way of swordsmanship. So even ordinary people cannot have any contempt. Just like Master Shao Zikang,

Even if he is an E-level superpower and fights with all his strength, he may not be able to keep him. After all, the gap between junior superpowers and real warriors is not too big." Su Tong was still very responsible to Wu Ling.

If you have any questions, he will answer them.

"Everyone in swordsmanship? Why do you still ask the teacher for a sword?" To become a swordsman master, it would be a joke to say that the opponent lacks a sword. Especially with the opponent's current level, any sword can be used in their hands.

With great power, why ask for a sword?

Seeing that Shao Zikang was far away, Su Tongcai said in a low voice: "Shao Zikang is the swordsman master of this province. Recently, a swordsman came from the north and came to compete with him by name. That's why he came to ask for a sword!"

Wu Ling was even more confused: "Although I am not a swordsman, I also know that it is taboo to change weapons before a battle. Isn't he afraid?"

Su Tong smiled and shook his head.

Although he didn't say it, Wu Ling also realized that the opponent didn't have the confidence to defeat him, so he came to ask for a sword. He wanted to use the power of the weapon!

During the actual battle between the two sides just now, he also watched carefully. This Kang Ziliang's swordsmanship is a preemptive strike. Strictly speaking, it is defense and counterattack. Although the posture of holding the sword and the turning and connection skills of moving the sword gave Wu Ling a lot of inspiration,

But among the sword taboos in his mind, it was clearly mentioned: The swordsman must not lose his sharpness!

Now that the opponent has lost his spirit before fighting, the chance of winning this battle is not good at all.

After walking around for a while, Su Tong led a few people into the villa through the back door, and then stopped in front of a separate cabin. After Shao Zikang followed, he opened the door and walked in.

Rows of neatly arranged weapons of all kinds are densely displayed on the walls and tables.

In addition to long swords, there are also hammers, spears, knives, sticks, etc. Eighteen kinds of weapons can be seen here.

Wu Ling even felt as if he had returned to the cold weapon era for an instant.

"Xiao Ling, since you became my disciple, I originally wanted to give you a gift, but you definitely don't like ordinary gifts. So this is the second purpose of why I asked you to come here today, to give you a weapon!

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Needless to say, the first purpose is to tell Wu Ling his identity. Since many things cannot be concealed, it is better to reveal them completely from the beginning.

"Thank you teacher!"

Wu Ling did not refuse, but directly agreed. On the one hand, he really needed a weapon, especially a sword. From the beginning, he wanted to find an opportunity to ask for a sword, but there was no way. Now that he has

He would not refuse an opportunity that came to his door.

Moreover, this is not to express his thoughts. After being honest, Su Tong also needs his opinion on whether to leave or stay.

Sure enough, when Wu Ling agreed, Su Tong's expression became softer.

"Haha, that's good. Since we are master and apprentice, don't be polite to me, teacher!"

"Yeah!" Wu Ling nodded and took a sword from the shelf.

This long sword was straight and white, with fish scale patterns on the surface of the scabbard, and white silk thread wrapped around the hilt. He pulled it out gently, and the sword blade suddenly appeared, smooth and shiny, and was coated with a layer of oily liquid.

"It seems very blunt!" Wu Ling noticed that although the blade of the sword was thin, it was obviously not sharp enough.

"Of course it can't be too sharp. If it's sharp, it's a regulated knife. That's illegal, so the blade is specially thickened when it's cast. If you want to use it, there are special tools to open it!" Su Tong said

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"Xia uses force to break the ban. Although we don't pay attention to these things now, we still need to pay attention. But little friend Wu Ling, I didn't expect that you are also a master of swordsmanship!" At this time, Shao Zikang also came up and looked at Wu Ling's hand.

The right hand of Jian's eyes couldn't help but light up and he said.

"Master Shao, how did you know?" Wu Ling was still a little curious! Although he had touched the sword countless times in the unsealed space, in reality this was indeed his first time, and he hid it deliberately. Unexpectedly, he still had a glance.

The other party saw it.

"Although the posture you hold the sword in seems simple, it is the most relaxed way to hold the sword. This will not make you tired and will not damage the hilt!" After a pause, Shao Zikang continued: "What's more important is

Yes, you may not have noticed that when you hold the sword, you already have the edge of the sword on your body. If you are not a master of swordsmanship, it is impossible to have such a temperament!"

"I've learned a lesson!" Wu Ling originally thought that his hiding methods were good, but he really didn't expect that there would be so many flaws in Shao Zikang's eyes.

But Wu Ling is not surprised. After practicing thousands of times in the unsealed space, his understanding of the sword has penetrated deep into his bones. These things cannot be hidden just by hiding them.

Although it was strange that Wu Ling was still a master of swordsmanship, Su Tong didn't ask any more questions. People with superpowers don't play according to common sense. No one can tell what they are awakening.

Taking the long sword from Wu Ling's hand and putting it on the shelf, Su Tong said with a smile: "Let's keep looking forward. These are just some ordinary collections. The good things are still behind!"

Nodding, the group continued to walk forward. They came to a small room, but before they got close, Wu Ling seemed to hear waves of clear voices, and the sharp sword light could not even cover the house, and rushed out of the room.

came out. Not only Wu Ling, but Shao Zikang, a master of swordsmanship, also sensed everything in the room. There are good swords here.

Of course, this is something that only the two of them, who are masters of swordsmanship, can feel. Just like Su Tong, even a girl who already has a certain foundation in swordsmanship, they don't feel it at all.

"This is where my old man hides his swords. The best ones are here. You go in and choose!" He said, opening the door and leading a few people in.

When the door opened, Wu Ling and Shao Zikang felt a sharp sword light sweep over them. Naturally, it was not a sneak attack, but a test for them by the sword of the house. If they choose the sword, the sword will naturally choose the person. So once there is a swordsman master

Get close and they will naturally react.

Although it is not actual sword energy, the sword light is still sharp and bone-piercing. Once it is unable to catch the sword, the sword heart of the person wielding the sword will definitely be damaged to a certain extent. This is the sword's counterattack.

However, these sword lights are okay against ordinary swordsman masters, but they are really not enough when facing Wu Ling and Shao Zikang.

Wu Ling circulated the sword technique, and his eyes exploded with sharper sword light. With a slight glare, the sword light in front of him disappeared immediately.

Compared to Wu Ling, Shao Zikang's coping methods were inferior. He held the long sword tightly in his hand and did not draw the sword. He was just preparing to strike and resisted the sword light in front of him without breaking it.

As the link between superpowers and real people, Su Tong has a lot of experience, so he knows what the two of them have just experienced. So he doesn't think there is anything strange, but what is surprising is that Wu Ling did not expect that Wu Ling was in Kendo

His cultivation level is actually stronger than that of Shao Zikang.

He was still very clear about the difference between fighting against oneself, directly using the sword to break the sword light, and using sharp weapons to fight against. Although he was surprised, he did not point it out, but walked into the room with a few people.

The room is very simple, with only one shelf, and now there are swords placed on the shelves one by one.

"These are some pretty good swords in my collection. You can take a look!"

All things have animism, the piano is the same, and the sword is the same. Therefore, a truly excellent pianist must take into account the emotions of the piano itself. The same is true for the sword. People can affect the sword, and the sword can also affect people.

Just like the nine swords in the room now, each sword has its own temperament. Either arrogant, sharp, bloodthirsty, or crazy...

The temperament of these swords can originally affect the user. Once a sword has a person with a matching temperament, it is the greatest luck.

The swords are all very good. After all, they are Su Tong's collection, and even those who are close to them will not be able to enter this room. But it does not mean that Wu Ling likes the swords. The swords have their own temperament, and Wu Ling naturally has it. Maybe it is because of the influence of the piano, or maybe it is because of the influence of the piano.

Because the vision of unicorns in his mind gave him a touch of elegance in his heart. The existence of such a temperament made it impossible for him to use these obviously sharp swords.

So after choosing for a long time, he could only shake his head with regret. Finding a weapon that didn't suit him was not only the sorrow of the weapon, but also his own sorrow. It's like water and fire, trying to merge the two.

, is almost impossible.

Although he didn't find a sword that suited him, Wu Ling wasn't in a hurry. There weren't any here, but there were a lot of ordinary swords outside. Just like the sword he took just now, it was just a sword, and there was nothing special about it.

After all, there are only a few people with surnames. If it doesn't work for a while, just grab one and use it.

With the idea in mind, Wu Ling was not prepared to stay in the room. The room was not big. After several people came in, the space became even smaller and it was difficult to even turn around, so it was better to go out and stand and wait.

But the moment he turned around, Wu Ling seemed to have caught something from the corner of his eyes. He stopped and turned around. It turned out to be a sword, but unlike the other nine swords, he did not enjoy any special treatment. Instead, he just placed it casually at the end.

Next to the shelf inside, leaning against the wall quietly, there was nothing. It was like a death sword without a name outside.

But for some reason, Wu Ling felt something different about the other person. He walked to the corner and gently picked it up. Looking carefully, there were two big characters lying quietly on the black scabbard, three feet!

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