The two riders walked along the mountain trail. One of them was a young girl with delicate face and white clothes as white as snow. Her eyes flashed and she looked at the young man beside her and said, "You have looked at that broken thing at least a hundred or eighty times. What else is there to look good about?"

Wang Dong lay on his back on the horse, staring at a silk scroll in his palm, and smiled and said, "This is not a broken thing, but a sword score, one of the most excellent sword technique in the martial arts world."

What he was reading was the 7749-handed Rejuvenation Fengwu Liu Jian Sword Score.

"I didn't expect that Bashan Xiao Gu actually gave you the sword score." Xue Bing shook his head and sighed.

"I admire the good demeanor of Xiao Gu! However, the reward I give is not worthy of this sword score." Wang Dong put away the silk roll and said lightly.

"In the past, Dao Ren Gu of Bashan held a sword and spread across the world, dazzling. I was also very curious about the 49-handed return wind dance Liu sword he created. I wonder if I can borrow it to see it?"

Xue Bing gently lifted her hair with her bare hands, as if she said casually.

"How could I refuse Miss Xue's request? What's more, this mere thing!" Wang Dong smiled and handed over the sword score that countless people in the martial arts world were drunk.

Xue Bing smiled sweetly, reached out to take it, and then spread out the silk roll, read it carefully, and then pondered, and frowned slightly. After a long time, she sighed quietly.

"Give it back to you!" With a sigh, he returned the sword note.

Wang Dong took it into his hand, clamped the sword score with both palms, gently pressed and polished it, and a roll of silk rolls fell like powder, scattering into the wind.

"The sword intent of Huifeng Wu Liu Jian is beyond the world. Xiao Taoist Gu entered the world and was born, so he gained the essence. Although Miss Xue's sword technique was light and sharp, it was too sharp and forceful, so it was not suitable for practicing this sword technique."

Wang Dong said with a smile.

"I can see this too." Xue Bing said a little depressedly.

Wang Dong said: "It's also idle. Why don't I teach a girl a set of martial arts?"

Xue Bing's eyes lit up and she asked, "Sword or sword technique?"

Wang shook his head and said, "None of them are, they are a claw technique!"

Although Wang Dong also practiced many sword techniques, he was not bound by the original routine when he used his sword to make his sword. When he was using his sword, he thought about the sword and fired as he wanted. He had already transcended the original scope and could not teach him.

As for swordsmanship, although he learned a lot, he really couldn't find anything suitable for Xue Bing's practice. Although the Willow Flies Yinfeng Knife and the Green Plum Knife are all light and sharp, which is consistent with what Xue Bing learned, these two swordsmanship were stolen from Ding Xuan. Without the latter's consent, they cannot be taught randomly. Moreover, with his current perspective, these two swordsmanship may not be considered excellent, but I am afraid they can't be as good as Xue Bing's own learning.

"Claw Method?!"

Xue Bing's expression moved, revealing a strange look.

Wang Dong said to himself: "This claw technique is called the Nine Yin Divine Claw, and the claw power is varied. It is sharp and captivating. The girl may not have heard its name, but this claw technique has reached a profound level, and it is definitely not under the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand and Wudang Taiji Great Grabbing Hand. Does the girl learn it?"

"If I say I don't learn, I'm really the best fool in the world." Xue Bing smiled.

For three consecutive days, Wang Dong was teaching Xue Bing's Nine Yin Divine Claws. Xue Bingbing was smart and talented, and she made great progress in claw techniques very quickly. When the two of them were teaching and learning, the world had once again set off a frenzy due to the defeat of Xiao Taoist Gu.

After the King of Swordsmen defeated Kunlun, he came to the west with his sword and fought in the world, winning consecutive battles. Now even the little Taoist Gu is defeated by him. Who is the next one? Countless heroes in the world are waiting for it and speculating.

Shaolin?

Wudang?

However, no matter whether the sword king Wang Dong came to Shaolin or Wudang, it must be a shocking battle, and he was still fighting Xiao Gu Daoren.

Shaolin and Wudang have always occupied the status of Mount Tai in the martial arts world. Even if anyone in the martial arts world admires his reputation, who secretly doesn’t want to swear his head?

Unfortunately, this is just thinking about it. Shaolin and Wudang have emerged in many masters, and they are very famous. Don’t say that ordinary people in the martial arts world dare not touch their edge. Even the top masters in the martial arts world have to retreat. In the past, the Demon Cult Blood God Son was almost invincible in the world, but he was trapped in the Shaolin Arhat Formation. He fought hard for three days and three nights, and finally died at the end of his strength. This is an example of violating Shaolin. With this precedent, who dares to commit lightly?

It has passed several days again.

On this day, on an official road in the suburbs, Wang Dong and Xue Bing tied the horses and took a short rest beside the road.

Xue Bing frowned and practiced the Nine Yin Divine Claws. Swish! His body suddenly flew up, leaned his fingers to scoop, grabbed it out, and the energy stimulated the air flow, and the air made a sound.

Her body flashed, her five fingers were like hooks, and she squirted into a bluestone next to the road.

Bang!!! There was only a dull sound, and there were five clearly visible finger holes on the hard bluestone.

Wang Dong stroking his hands and praised: "Miss Xue is indeed amazing. In just a few days, she has mastered the essence of the Nine Yin Divine Claws. What she lacks is the time, but that is a long-term water grinding time."

Xue Bing smiled on her pretty face and said sweetly: "You're the one who taught you well."

The two of them had been resting for a quarter of an hour and continued to set off on the road. This time they had only been five or six miles away. Suddenly, a loud voice sounded: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

On the official road, a middle-aged Taoist with a simple face and thin body stood. The Taoist man had a long sword inserted into his back, a whisk in his palm, and his long hair was tied with an iron crown of special shape.

Xue Bing looked over and said, "It turns out that it is the Iron-Crown Taoist from Laojun Temple. Why? Are you here to find a place for the Seven Sons of Kunlun and Xiao Gu in Bashan?"

The Taoist Tieguan, Xiao Gu of Bashan and the Seven Sons of Kunlun, have always been intimate, and everyone in the world knows it, so Xue Bing asked this question.

"Otherwise!" Taoist Tieguan shook his head: "The Sword King's sword moves the world with one sword, and his sword technique has entered the realm of transformation and is famous all over the world. I am also a sword learner. I come to ask the Sword King for his unique skills."

"Your martial arts skills are too bad, I'm afraid he is not interested in fighting with you."

Xue Bing glanced at Wang Dong and said in a tone that she was so angry that she was not worthy of her life. She had been eager to try it after she had practiced the Nine Yin Divine Claws and wanted to find a master to try it out. The iron-capped Taoist came to her door automatically, and she was reluctant to ask for it.

"Let me come and try two moves with you, and take it!"

While speaking, Xue Bing's sleeve flew out like a trained robe, and two short knives inside the sleeve shot away.
Chapter completed!