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Seeing Ning Qi, he didn't speak.

The fat little Zhuang Chen turned on the chatterbox mode.

"Ning Qi, really, go down."

"Ning Qi, that wasn't all my strength just now."

"Ning Qi, why are you ignoring me."

"Ning Qi, aren't you not very smart? If you can't survive, then I'll be gentler."

When Zhuang Chen finally couldn't help but say these words, everyone looked strange.

The mouths of the elder brother of the Divine Sword Sect and the old man of the Divine Sword twitched.

Taoist Longshan smiled.

This little fat guy is very interesting.

Ning Qi glanced at Zhuang Chen speechlessly, and finally spoke:

"If you keep talking, your master will beat you."

Zhuang Chen looked back and saw the gradually darkening face of the old man Shenjian, and couldn't help but sniff hard.

He reached out and pulled out the black wooden sword from behind, and his whole aura gradually changed.

A sharp edge rose up and entangled, making Ning Qi slightly surprised. Only when he faced it in person did he realize that someone had changed so much before and after.

If Zhuang Chen was just a silly and gluttonous little fat man before, then he now seems to be the prototype of a peerless swordsman.

"Ning Qi, are you empty-handed?"

Zhuang Chen's voice was different from the solemn one before. In this state, he seemed to see that Ning Qi was not simple.

Ning Qi raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I also use a sword."

He did not specialize in swordsmanship, but he had read quite a few sword manuals. With his understanding, he could easily obtain it better than ordinary people who had to practice countless times. Moreover, one method can be used to master all methods. Wanxiang Fist is also called Wanxiang Sword. The little fat man can be called A peerless prodigy in the way of swordsmanship, but in front of Ning Qi, he was still a bit immature.

Zhuang Chen had fighting spirit in his eyes.

"Then why don't you take a sword."

The words fell.

Ye Qinghe’s voice from the Zhenwu Sect has already sounded:

"Junior brother, take the sword."

A wooden sword that matched Ning Qi's height flew towards him. Ning Qi did not look back, but just held it casually, and the wooden sword fell right into Ning Qi's palm as if it had a spirit.

It may seem ordinary to ordinary people, but the eyes of the old man with the sword suddenly narrowed.

Somewhat confused.

As if realizing that Ning Qi was not simple, Zhuang Chen couldn't help but laugh. Sword training was his first hobby. He was very happy to be able to fight against different swordsman masters, but there was no one of the same age in the Divine Sword Sect who could compete with him. In the First World War, there was no one who was a few years older.

"Ning Qi, be careful!"

His fat body has unmatched flexibility, and he has obviously already practiced muscle training. The first level of muscle training is to temper the muscles and muscles, and gain extraordinary toughness and flexibility, which is enough to allow the human body to make all kinds of incredible movements.

Such as this time.

Zhuang Chen stabbed with his sword, and with a flick of his wrist, more than a dozen sword flowers flashed out, and there were waves of uproar and exclamation from the audience.

Zhuang Chen's expression was solemn, different from his previous stupidity, with sharpness and hesitation.

The sword flower seemed light and fluttering, but also carried a sense of heaviness, like a cauldron or a boulder.

"A light weight is worth a heavy weight!"

Qin Yun said every word.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Zhuang Chen had already demonstrated the advanced state of being able to lift a heavy sword as if it were a light weight before, and he could send and receive it with ease, and now he was able to swing a dozen swords that were as light as a heavy sword. It is unimaginable that this level of swordsmanship would appear in an eight-year-old child.

"Is this a natural sword bone?"

Qin Yun was silent in his heart.

Originally, he was a little dissatisfied with the words of the Excalibur old man, but now, he is silent.

Ning Qi held the wooden sword casually in his hand.

Now that his body is flawless, he can lift his arms with a force of 100,000 kilograms. If he goes all out, he can easily slap the little fat man flat. Even Taoist Master Longshan didn't know that he had such an exaggerated foundation.

Not to mention that Ning Qi's swordsmanship level far surpassed that of Zhuang Chen, and the two were not on the same level.

But there’s no need to be so ostentatious.

Ning Qi takes action.

One is that he is somewhat interested in the Dragon Xiao Sword. After all, it is the sword of a strong man in the Gangyuan Realm. The other is to fight for face for the master. If the master has something to do, the disciple will do his job. Ning Qi has to earn back this face. , as to whether Longshan Taoist wants it or not is his own business.

"Just use the same physical strength as the little fat man, right?"

This is not difficult for Ning Qi.

The sword light approaches.

Ning Qi didn't move for a long time.

This made everyone in the Divine Sword Sect puzzled.

But Zhuang Chen felt an unprecedented pressure. Ning Qi, who was opposite him, had not yet drawn his sword. He was obviously just standing there loosely, but he seemed to be facing thousands of invisible swords, and sweat was already breaking out on his forehead. beads.

He has never seen such an opponent.

Zhuang Chen shouted loudly.

Finally I couldn't stand the pressure.

He went all out, more than a dozen sword flowers disappeared, and the wooden sword stabbed straight, but the sound of the sword breaking through the air was extremely clear.

Taoist Longshan couldn't help but said in surprise:

"Is this... the fusion of man and sword?"

Although Zhuang Chen only glimpsed this realm for the first time, it was still quite astonishing.

The old man of Divine Sword was not proud this time, because he saw something even more amazing in Ning Qi, and a look of horror gradually rose in his eyes.

Ning Qi finally moved.

He looked at Zhuang Chen calmly, raised his hand casually, and slashed out with his sword, like the breeze blowing through the willows.

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The speed and power are not amazing, even slightly inferior to Zhuang Chen, but there is an intoxicating beauty and artistic conception.

In Zhuang Chen's eyes.

The sword in Ning Qi's hand is like a wisp of wind or a cloud, light and fluttering, but everywhere and nowhere to hide.

Zhuang Chen's eyes widened, almost dull.

Wait until he comes to his senses.

Only then did he realize that the sword in his hand had fallen to the ground at some point, and Ning Qi's sword was touching his chubby belly.

Ning Qi smiled and tapped the little fat man's belly with his sword:

"Swords must be used this way."

Looking at the dumbfounded little fat man, he always felt guilty and happy about bullying a child.

now.

The martial arts arena was already silent.

Everyone around looked at this scene blankly. The Shenjian Sect and others were in disbelief. They couldn't believe that Zhuang Chen was killed instantly.

Among the Zhenwu Sect, those disciples who had never seen Ning Qi take action were extremely excited.

"Ninth Senior Brother (Ninth Senior Brother) turns out to be so powerful!"

Ye Qinghe secretly stuck out his tongue.

"Xiao Jiu is really a monster. I can't even understand the realm of swordsmanship."

She originally thought that Ning Qi would defeat him with overwhelming strength and beat the little fat man violently, but she didn't expect that he would suppress the opponent with swordsmanship.

In an instant, Ning Qi seemed to have become the focus of everyone.

Qin Yun looked at this scene with complicated eyes.

There is joy, but also a bit of sourness.

Old Man Shenjian's heart was filled with turmoil.

This moment.

He finally understood why Taoist Longshan was only amazed but not envious before.

With such a disciple, who would envy other people’s disciples? !

He suppressed the envy and jealousy in his heart, and his tone was extremely sour:

"You have understood the meaning of the sword at a young age and have embarked on your own path of swordsmanship. You are like a swordsman... Longshan Niubi, what kind of bad luck have you had..."

Taoist Longshan laughed, pretending to be relaxed.

"Brother Shenjian is too praised, too praised."

In fact, he was a little confused.

He only knew that Ning Qi's progress in body tempering was extremely exaggerated, but he had never seen Ning Qi show his sword skills. Today's sword also refreshed his knowledge.

"Such a swordsman monster would be a waste in your Zhenwu sect..."

I heard the envy and covetousness in the words of the old man of Divine Sword.

Taoist Longshan was wary, he was eyeing his own baby!

"I'm warning you, don't make any crooked ideas!"

The old man with the sword curled his lips slightly, that's what he said.

He looked towards the martial arts arena.

Ning Qi looked calm and calm, and then looked at his silly apprentice.

I couldn't help but feel sour in my heart again.

at this time.

Zhuang Chen had recovered from his sluggishness, with incomparable passion in his eyes, and he hugged Ning Qi's trouser legs:

"Ning Qi, what was that sword just now? Can you teach me, and I can become your teacher!"

The old man's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

This traitor!