Wei Yang did not feel that he was already the number one figure in the martial arts world because Songshan sent an invitation.

Ding Jian got up from a hangover and ate some sour soup noodle slices. When he heard that Wei Yang was fooling Songshan Sect again, he came to ask: "You don't want to attend these martial arts fairs at all?"

In no mood.

Wei Yang didn't want to do it at all.

He explained earnestly: "I thought I should learn more skills in my youth."

Ding Jian didn't understand.

"I'm just a coward. I don't want to go out when I can't beat them." Shi Lingwei said with a bowl of noodles and a bowl of noodles leaning against the door frame.

Wei Yang said dissatisfiedly: "Why is senior speaking so ugly? Is this called coward?"

Shi Lingwei was funny: "If you can't beat me, don't fight. That's what wise people will do. What can you feel ashamed of? Then what do you think this is called?"

"I'm called wise." Wei Yang was very sure of his behavior.

When Mr. Hao saw that the sour soup noodles were delicious, he also went to make a big bowl, and brought it over to squat under the eaves to bask in the sun, sucked and ate a few bites, held the bowl in one hand, and held chopsticks between his fingers. He turned around and asked seriously: "Do you know what is between Mingzhi and Shuang?"

Dare to ask for advice?

"Skills." Elder Hao commented, "I guess you can fight against a master like Ding Mian for 19."

This made Mei Changyun dissatisfied. He always felt that the Westerners were too proud of Wei Xiaoguanren's martial arts.

He also held a bowl of noodles and said, "This Western noodle noodles are delicious." He walked over and squatted under the eaves, but he was a little far away from Elder Hao.

Elder Hao held a handful of garlic cloves with his right hand and opened his mouth to bite the garlic skin. Bah, Bah, and then the garlic clove was only left inside. He took a slight bite of noodles, sucked a lot of noodles, sighed comfortably, turned around and found a few pieces of sauerkra along the edge of the bowl, squatted and relaxed for two steps, and then took another two bites.

This is not something Mei Changyun can accept. He can eat cooked garlic but never eat raw garlic.

This is the last stubbornness of a Jiangnan man in the western front.

Mei Changyun asked Elder Hao and said, "Senior, these words are a bit exaggerated? Ding Mian is a master of Songshan Sect. In the world, even the Hangzhou martial arts world knows his reputation. After all, a young official is young..."

"You haven't understood what I meant yet." Mr. Hao laughed, "If the first time the boy fights, this guy will do his best and she will be able to kill Ding Mian. But if he fails to succeed for the first time, he will have to run away when he sees Ding Mian later."

Mei Changyun doesn't believe it.

"You guys look at him learning basic swordsmanship every day, but they don't know how rapid his internal strength is. If he doesn't see him for three days, it will be a quarter of growth. Moreover, this kid is very flexible, and he can quickly turn the addition and subtraction into his hands. He practices with those girls every day, but he is afraid that he will not even exert his strength." Elder Hao smiled and said, "What's more, his martial arts characteristics are that they are long and endless. If you fight with him with the idea of ​​trembling with him for more than 300 years, you will definitely die in the end."

Mei Changyun just didn't believe it, and he felt that Wei Xiaolang's martial arts should be comparable to Mei Niansheng.

That is, the last level in the world, it is still too high.

"Why don't you try?" Ding Jian looked at him with a slanted eyes.

Mei Changyun thought for a moment and said, "But my martial arts skills are inferior, and I am not even as good as the last level."

Then you can't say anything.

Wei Yang always smiled and didn't say anything. How much strength he showed now, even he was a little confused.

It's a second-rate, that's appropriate.

But if it is also divided into the second-rate, he may just be at the bottom.

It's the level that anyone can beat him when he sees him.

This is also the fundamental reason why Wei Yang is unwilling to go out.

It’s not afraid of being embarrassed, but you’re afraid of losing your life.

At this time, Mei Niansheng also came over.

This person can be called a swordsman. Others walk to see the scenery, and he walk to think of swordsmanship.

However, the swordsmanship he learned was too poor.

Wei Yang saw Mei Niansheng dancing with his sword skills, and his sword skills were even worse than his internal strength.

"Nian Sheng learned martial arts at the age of sixteen and had been studying literature at home before. Therefore, his martial arts can only be considered an entry-level master, but his talent is still good. Thanks to the kindness of the masters, he taught him swordsmanship and internal skills." Mei Changyun smiled. He was still very satisfied with Mei Nian Sheng's martial arts.

What's more, it's already quite lucky to be able to worship a master in the Huashan Sect, so what else should I ask for?

Wei Yang said: "Then we are about the same level."

Mei Niansheng quickly said modestly: "My younger generation... I... this, my martial arts skills are still very poor, and I must not be considered an entry-level one."

He is very self-aware because he was beaten by Qing'er two days ago.

The Dugu Nine Swords that Qing'er learned has not yet understood the essence, so he can only draw a picture of the cat and the tiger.

But the sword technique of the Hengshan School she had learned was quite high, not to mention that the martial arts technique she learned was top-notch. Aunt Ye’s unique mental technique was taught to her. Now she has learned the mystery of the Nine Yin Scriptures. Her martial arts attainments are well-known in the western front. Even Aunt Ye praised the sword technique of defending and counterattacking the needle hidden in the Mian.

That was enough to pick up Mei Niansheng to cry without tears. Every time he set out to shoot, he felt that he was being restrained.

"That's because your sword technique is not good at first. Humph, what nonsense sword technique is," Elder Hao looked down upon it very much. "Your original master is a descendant of Yizihui Sword Sect in Jianyang, Fujian. Isn't it that Yizihui Sect was killed by Tianshan's report, and only a few people ran out. The essence of this character Huijian Sect is in the "Zhou Gong Sword Technique" all the way. What kind of sword technique is that? The supporting internal skills and mental techniques are also nonsense. It's better to learn "Quanzhen Dao Song". I think your qualifications are not too bad. You will also understand the essence of martial arts and sword techniques for more than ten years. Otherwise, according to your practice, Zhou Gong's sword technique can only be practiced into the beating sword technique. Not to mention that you can't beat the little girl, even a useless disciple of the Five Mountains Sword Sect can beat you all over the ground."

Wei Yang said in surprise: "Yizi Hui Jianmen was exterminated by the Tianshan Tonglao? There was a sword god Zhuo Bufan back then..."

"That was a sword god who boasted about himself. At that time, the martial arts world was full of talents, and the Beggars' Sect was the dominant world. Shaolin had to avoid his edge for the time being. However, the masters of all dynasties all had their own levels and were divided into many levels according to their level. Zhuo Bufan has also heard of this person. Some secret books of the world's circulating in the Divine Cult have recorded this person. The reason why he is a little famous is that most of the lower-level figures in the world have never seen the power of Bei Qiaofeng, and it is even more impossible to see the majesty of the top masters. Therefore, he praised this person as the so-called sword god." Elder Hao laughed at him, "It's just a sword light. Is this difficult?"

He held the bowl in one hand and gently stretched out the other hand and pulled out the long sword between Mei Niansheng's waist. The cold light suddenly surged three inches, and his swallowing and spitting was like a dragon's breath stretching and contracting.

Mei Niansheng was shocked and retreated. Such magical power was completely beyond his expectations.

Elder Hao said, "You have heard of that boy Jiefeng who has practiced the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm. Zhuo Bufan may be able to beat Jiefeng, but this shows that he can beat the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm. The people created by martial arts have high and low talents, profound martial arts, long and short knowledge, and thin experience. The martial arts he created have been divided into high and low. Yizihui Jian Sect is just a martial arts sect that is not even a third-rate. What amazing martial arts secrets do you have? If you practice this sword technique like this, you will not be able to enter the second-rate ranks in your life."
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