"Okay, after hearing what you said, it doesn't seem too difficult." Shang Yu said, touching his nose.

At this time, Huo'er said: "In addition, as a person whose genes are strengthened to the limit of the human body, your martial arts talent is also full, and it will not be worse than those of the Bodhidharma, Zhang Sanfeng, Dugu Qiubai and others that have appeared in this world. Therefore, even if you forcefully require the best martial arts in the world, you have the opportunity to create it, but it will take a long time!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Shang Yu's heart immediately calmed down.

He forgot that the level of life is related to martial arts talent. Compared with people in this world, martial arts talent is not bad.

"I hope I can complete all tasks before the next purchase!" Shang Yu thought, looking at himself now.

A pair of flip-flops, a pair of big shorts, and a jacket.

If the hair is less, it will be like a fire cloud evil god!

Fortunately, the temporary "No. 1 Master in the World" also has system space, which displays the weapons that Shang Yu is selling and some silver coins, so that he can rely on it. He does not have to be afraid of martial arts masters in this world, nor will he be worried about eating and staying, and can concentrate on practicing martial arts.

"Who dares to peek at me practicing martial arts?" A loud shout suddenly sounded.

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for Shang Yu to react, a sword full of light was placed on his neck.

"I..." Shang Yu didn't know what to say.

When did that person appear? When did the sword come out? Why didn’t I see it?

Because he was studying the "system", he had not even noticed the danger, and someone pressed his neck with a sword. He was a white-bearded man, very old, at least in his seventies or eighties, but his face was rosy. Shang Yu glanced at it and immediately thought of the legendary "He Tongyan Face", a martial arts master with deep internal strength!

"My younger generation Shang Yu, a warrior, well, martial arts enthusiast, who are you?" Shang Yu asked.

He was not very panicked. He had the healing fruit, even if he was pierced by a sword, he could recover in an instant. Not to mention death, he would not be injured!

Moreover, the old man in front of him had no intention of killing.

"I am breeze." The old man said, withdrew his sword, looked at Shang Yu, and said in confusion: "It's strange. You obviously don't have any internal strength at all, but why do you feel like a tiger? You are not a disciple of Huashan, how did you pass through the Huashan Sect's resident and come to the back mountain to the cliff? Also, why did you peek at me practicing swords? Don't you know that secretly learning other people's martial arts is a taboo in the martial arts world?"

This series of inquiries almost fooled Shang Yu.

But this also made him understand the current situation: he suddenly appeared next to Feng Qingyang when practicing swordsmanship and was mistaken for being a thief who secretly learned martial arts.

And where I am at this time is the cliff of the back mountain of the Huashan School.

"How I got it, it doesn't matter. I didn't want to secretly learn your martial arts. I just happened to meet you practicing sword while looking for you." Shang Yu said half-truely.

Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyang said in confusion: "Are you here to find me?"

"Not bad!" Shang Yu nodded and said, "I heard that Feng Qingyang, a master of Huashan Sword Sect, is one of the top experts in the world. His swordsmanship is the best in the world. He is not talented, he has always loved martial arts and has mastered some skills, so he came here to find you, senior, well, let's talk about it and compare it to the next level."

As soon as these words came out, Feng Qingyang's face immediately became strange.

Shang Yu didn't even graduate from university and was very young. At least in his opinion, he was very young.

So, when he heard Shang Yu say that he was very good at martial arts and how high his sword skills were, his first thought was that this young man would like to take him as his teacher. In that moment, he even began to consider how to refuse, and how to not hurt the young people's enthusiasm for martial arts while refusing, and it would be best to lead Yue Buqun's sect.

As a result, the wind direction in the second half of the sentence changed and it turned out to be a final result, which almost made him unable to react.

How high can such a young person have even if he starts practicing from his mother's womb?

I am not those third-rate waste, I am Feng Qingyang, the former swordsman genius, and now the number one swordsman master in the world!

Without decades of skills, trying to challenge yourself is simply a joke!

"Maybe, he wants to challenge me first, show his martial arts talent, and then become a disciple? In this case, if it is really a piece of uncensored jade, it seems to be good to be kept under the sect!" Feng Qingyang thought. So he smiled slightly and said, "Okay, since you like martial arts, then I will give you some advice!"

After saying that, he took a ready position and said, "Let's take out the weapons!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Shang Yu was immediately confused.

Show off weapons?

How could I have any weapons?

In that temporary system space, there is a bomb-type sniper rifle, but it doesn’t matter if you use that thing to hit Feng Qingyang. What if you kill it?

"Huo'er, where is my knife?" Shang Yu asked.

Immediately, Huo'er said: "Without a knife, there are no knives in our store, and there are no large laser knives, so there are no swords in the temporary system space. There is a cold weapon, which is not necessarily worse than a knife, because it is quite unique, and it may have miraculous effects in the battle. Why don't you try it?"

Upon hearing this, Shang Yu reached into the temporary system space and pulled it out, and a "big wrench" shining with silver light was taken out.

It was the cold soldier blunt weapon that I drew during the second lottery - the alloy wrench!

"What weapon is this?" Feng Qingyang asked with interest.

Although the weapon he majored in was kendo, he knew about all eighteen weapons, but he had never seen such strange weapons.

However, since ancient times, there has been no shortage of strange weapons in the martial arts world, and he will not be too surprised.

"This is..." Shang Yu really didn't know how to introduce it. He couldn't say that this was a mechanical repair tool stolen by a gangster from the repairman's master, right? So he said seriously: "This thing is called a 'big wrench', it is the 19th weapon besides the eighteen weapons. It is an extension of the hand and is thick and strong, so it is called a 'wire'!"

This is not entirely nonsense. The wrench is indeed an extension of the hand, but it is not a weapon, but a repair tool.

"The extension of the hand? Well, it's not bad, let's take a move!" Feng Qingyang said.

Upon hearing this, Shang Yu did not hesitate, raised his hand and knocked it over with a "big wrench".

This move has many flaws, and even all over the body is full of flaws. From the perspective of martial arts and martial arts.

"A child with high expectations and low skills!" Feng Qingyang said in his heart.

As soon as an expert takes action, he knows whether there is any or not. With this just one move, he can already see that the young man in front of him is really not very good, and he is almost the same as nothing!

The habit he developed through practicing martial arts for many years made him see a fatal flaw in an instant and stabbed the sword into Shang Yu's chest.

But then, he realized that this was not a life-and-death duel, but a guide to the younger generation, or a younger generation who "wanted to worship himself as his teacher". So he changed his move temporarily and tapped Shang Yu's wrench with a "breaking sword style" to knock it out. As a result, the next moment, a huge force came and his sword was bounced away.

But it was only a moment. The next moment, he flashed and directly placed the sword on Shang Yu's shoulder.

"Damn, I'm not a match at all!" Shang Yu was speechless.

Perhaps in terms of strength, he is not lower than Feng Qingyang, and in terms of measure, he is not slow either.

But apart from that, in terms of skills and combat experience, the two are simply a very different and have no comparison at all.

"Your strength is as great as you imagine. It should be born with divine power, or something treasure has you eaten?" Feng Qingyang took back his sword and stood up with his hands behind his back.
Chapter completed!