Don't know anything?

Wu Qingwan was stunned for a moment, thinking that Zuo Lingquan was joking, so she looked at him for a moment, and then she said unexpectedly:

"Then why did you knock Jiang Yi down?"

Zuo Lingquan spread his hands:

"I started practicing swords since I was three years old, and I have been practicing one thousand swords every day. I have been practicing for fifteen years. My martial arts are still good. Although people in the practice can use the power of heaven and earth to enhance their killing power, they cannot borrow experience and skills. The princess has been working behind closed doors, and it is normal for me to be unable to beat me."

Wu Qingwan's eyes were suspicious, obviously not very convinced.

The cultivators in the Linggu realm all belong to the early stage of Qi refining, focusing on warming up the meridian acupoints. They did not have the ability to move mountains and seas, fly to the sky and escape from the earth, but they were definitely not comparable to ordinary people.

Jiang Yi has already established a firm foothold in the fifth level of Qi Refining "Purple Palace". Even if she doesn't use any moves, she can jump more than meter high. She can chop hundreds of kilograms of strength with just one sword, and her endurance can be cut for half an hour.

As the saying goes, "One force will reduce ten times", what will this bring ordinary warriors who only temper their bodies to fight?

Wu Qingwan frowned and thought for a long time, but she still didn't believe that Zuo Lingquan was "unaware". She stood up from the stone platform, stood on the open stone plaza next to the waterfall, and spoke:

"You try your best to attack me, and you don't have to hide it. I have to determine your true level first before you can arrange your cultivation direction. I don't think you are willing. Just like those little kids who are six or seven years old, start by collecting herbs and catching insects, right?"

Zuo Lingquan knew that Wu Qingwan must be a master and was naturally keen on this. He stood up, stood ten steps away with his sword, and raised his hand and clasped his fists:

"Thank you for your advice, but I'll say something in advance. My sword is very fast. I haven't met a general of one-round since I was a child. I may not be able to stop it if I take all my strength. Senior Wu must not be careless."

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When Wu Qingwan heard the words containing "concern", she blinked and laughed in anger:

"My friend, I am one of the five elders of the Qihuang Valley. The combat power ranks fifth in Qihuang Valley. The entire Great Dan Dynasty is in the top ten. Are you worried about my safety?"

"Well……"

Zuo Lingquan was indeed very proud, but he was not as proud as this. He nodded apologetically and raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword.

The sunset is setting in the west.

Shiping next to Booming Waterfall suddenly became quiet at this moment.

The mountain wind teases long black hair, her robe shines with the wind, and Zuo Lingquan, who holds the hilt of the sword in his hand, does not move at all.

Wu Qingwan was originally folded with her hands and stood elegantly, but when she saw Zuo Lingquan's posture, she felt a little surprised.

Just now, Zuo Lingquan communicated, but only felt that Zuo Lingquan was well-educated and did not feel any sharpness at all.

But at this moment, Zuo Lingquan in front of him seemed to have completely changed.

My body is like a thousand-year-old tree standing on the top of the mountain, and I can't move at all with the strong wind.

The sharp eyes of Wu Qingwan even felt dazzling!

Wu Qingwan did not feel the breath flowing on Zuo Lingquan's body, but the penetrating power of this sharpness on her back could be truly experienced.

She couldn't understand at all how a young junior showed such a momentum in front of her. If she was a person with a lower concentration, she would probably want to avoid her sharp edge just by seeing this look.

Compared to Wu Qingwan's surprise, Zuo Lingquan opposite him did not have so many thoughts.

Because he has no distractions!

When Zuo Lingquan was learning to walk, he knew that there were masters flying in the world, so he decided to go to the top of the mountain to see the scenery he had never seen before.

If you have no way to practice, then practice it yourself.

Even if you can't become an immortal in your life, you have to rely on the sword in your hand to kill no one in the world who dares to be called an "immortal".

This idea may be stubborn, but I am afraid that no one in the world will be willing to become ordinary after two lifetimes.

Zuo Lingquan has been thinking this way since he was a child, so he spared no effort to tap his own potential.

One thousand swords every day sounds very simple, but Zuo Lingquan does not simply stab a thousand swords every day. He only practices the "middle flat sting".

The center-level stab is the simplest sword move in sword skills. Just grab the center line and straight stab, sword, hand, and shoulders, but simplicity does not mean low-level.

On the contrary, simplicity means fewer flaws, and simplicity means directness.

Zuo Lingquan has a wealthy family background and has read many martial arts secrets. Finally, he summarized a truth himself - martial arts is a killing skill. No matter how complicated and exquisite the moves are, the purpose is to kill people.

And killing a sword is enough. You only need to stab the sword in the most accurate place at the fastest speed.

Those virtual and real tricks on the sword score are actually to lay the foundation for this sword that ends the battle situation.

Therefore, Zuo Lingquan only practiced the last sword, and each sword was demanding to be a little faster and more accurate than last time. He practiced a thousand swords like this every day, and practiced fourteen years day after day.

Zuo Lingquan actually didn't know how fast his sword was now, because when he set out the sword, he didn't pay attention to anything else, and he put his whole body and mind on the sword in his hand.

The mountain wind is flying, and the waterfall is roaring.

The time is short, but it seems to be very long.

Wu Qingwan felt the difference between Zuo Lingquan. She treated herself as a teacher and wanted to take the school entrance exam, but she did not want to act like she was facing the enemy head-on, but her instinct still subconsciously let her overlapping palms subconsciously change to a standing posture suitable for exerting force.

And just as Wu Qingwan's posture changed!

Sa--

Before I could see how the sword was unsheathed, the sharp sword edge had already arrived in front of me.

The sword roared like a dragon's roar, as if it had pressed over the roaring waterfall behind it, making the world silent.

Wu Qingwan's pupils suddenly contracted, and the distracting thoughts in her heart disappeared at this moment.

Zuo Lingquan followed the sword, his sleeves were almost torn apart by the strong wind, and the blade and eyes did not tremble at all until the tip of the sword pierced the fabric of Wu Qingwan's collar.

Wu Qingwan is a practitioner, but not a master of enlightenment. She also has an ordinary body, and her chest is pierced by this sword, and even if she does not die, she will be seriously injured.

But will Zuo Lingquan stop?

Won't.

Because he couldn't even react, he just tried his best to show what he learned. The instinct of drawing a sword had already passed his mind, so how could he have the chance to withdraw the sword?

If Wu Qingwan couldn't stop it, and when Zuo Lingquan noticed it, it would probably be after a sword pierced the heart.

However, Wu Qingwan has been practicing for decades, and as the five palm rooms of Qihuang Valley, she cannot die so casually. She is indeed a little careless about the enemy, but the distance of ten steps is enough for her to deal with it.

Just as Zuo Lingquan made a fierce attack and the tip of the sword pierced into his clothes, Wu Qingwan's hands were closed and accurately clamped on the blade.

The unstoppable sword just now suddenly stagnated between his palms, as if he had pierced the iron plate with all his strength, and it was difficult to make any progress.

The force of the front stab is too strong, and the sword tip is difficult to move forward, causing the slender sword blade to bend instantly and create an arc.

Wu Qingwan said lightly and moved her sideways, her right leg was like a steel whip, thrusting towards Zuo Lingquan's side face, her long legs drove the hem of her skirt, spreading it out in the air, like a blue water curtain, and the white boots in front kicked out a burst of noise.

Bang-

If this leg hits, Zuo Lingquan's head will turn into a rotten watermelon without any surprise.

Fortunately, Zuo Lingquan couldn't hold it back, but Wu Qingwan could do it.
Chapter completed!