Infinite Myth Counterattack

Chapter 8 I finally know which world it is
Stains of sweat appeared on Zhao Mingde's forehead. At this time, he and Luo Changfeng were less than ten feet away. He only needed to step forward, and the wooden knife in his hand could strike him.

But for some reason, he still couldn't get out with this knife.

can not?Still dare not?

He slightly moved two steps sideways, trying to get rid of that weird feeling in this way.

But he failed, Luo Changfeng didn't move at all, but turned his head slightly, his blank gaze was still fixed on him.

Zhao Mingde took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "Changfeng, you take action!"

"it is good."

"laugh……"

Zhao Mingde said so, and Luo Changfeng did the same.

However, when Zhao Mingde saw Luo Changfeng coming, he raised the wooden knife obliquely in his hand, and was about to chop it down, he only felt a strong wind blowing by his ears, and there was already something around his neck.

Zhao Mingde's whole body was stiff, but he couldn't cut any further with this knife.

He widened his eyes and looked at Luo Changfeng, who was lunging at this time, and had already stabbed out the wooden sword with the move of "immortal guide".

Then he lowered his head slowly like a machine, and saw the wooden sword in Luo Changfeng's hand, already clinging to the side of his neck.

This is the end of the martial arts competition. If they were dueling, he would have been pierced through the throat at this time.

Of course, the so-called fairy guiding the way is just what Zhao Mingde thinks.

In fact, Luo Changfeng didn't use any moves, he just took a simple step and stabbed the wooden sword from the side of Zhao Mingde's neck.

Luo Changfeng withdrew the wooden sword, took a step back, and said, "This is the effect of precision. If my sword is not precise enough, maybe it won't be close to my neck."

Zhao Mingde trembled slightly when he heard the words, stared at Luo Changfeng, and asked, "But...why so fast?"

Luo Changfeng remained expressionless, "I practiced."

"How did you practice?"

"Prick the trunk every day."

"..."

Zhao Mingde stared at Luo Changfeng in astonishment, and said angrily after a few breaths: "I believe you ghost, you can practice such a fast sword by stabbing tree trunks every day? Does that mean I can also practice swords by chopping tree trunks every day?" Become a sharp knife?"

Luo Changfeng tilted his head slightly and thought for a while, then nodded seriously, and said: "Theoretically... yes, give up the moves and only practice chopping, chopping or slicing. Knowing a hundred moves is not as good as being good at one move."

"..."

Zhao Mingde felt something choked in his throat, unable to speak, but the students he taught taught him instead?
After two breaths of silence, Zhao Mingde suddenly slashed at Luo Changfeng's abdomen with his backhand, and shouted: "Come again."

"laugh……"

"..."

Zhao Mingde looked at the wooden knife half a foot away from Luo Changfeng's abdomen, and the feeling of touch from his neck. This time he was really speechless. This time Luo Changfeng's wooden sword was stuck to the other side of his neck.

Withdrawing the knife in a slump, Zhao Mingde sighed deeply: "Okay! I am no longer your opponent now, so don't ask me for tricks in the future."

Luo Changfeng groaned for a moment before he said, "My sword technique doesn't need any moves, because... there are no moves at all."

"I still..." Zhao Mingde's cheeks bulged, and after counting breaths, he suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha...Okay, okay, good boy! Sure enough, you did not disappoint me and your master. Now you have the ability to be on your own! When your master comes back next time, I will suggest to let him take you Get out and do something big."

Zhao Mingde laughed and turned around to go to the practice field. He was really happy.

The student he taught himself, in just over four years, left him, a guy who had practiced martial arts for 20 years, far behind.

Although Luo Changfeng is not as good as him in terms of skill, life and death fights have never been based solely on the level of skill.

Otherwise, why do you still need to fight?Directly compare with splitting bricks, whoever splits more is the master, isn't it?

"Master Zhao..."

Zhao Mingde, who was about to walk out of the training ground, paused, his back turned to Luo Changfeng with a look of surprise on his face. In the past, Luo Changfeng had always called him "Zhao Xiangzhu".

"Thank you Master Zhao for your teachings over the past few years, Changfeng will never forget it."

Zhao Mingde suddenly turned around, only to see Luo Changfeng holding the wooden sword upside down, clasped fists with both hands, and bowed to the ground.

Although his voice was as indifferent as ever, Zhao Mingde felt warm in his heart.

In front of Luo Changfeng, he couldn't even get through a single move, even if Zhao Mingde was more open-minded, he still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

But following Luo Changfeng's "Master Zhao" and those words, the lump in his heart disappeared without a trace, and a truly happy smile appeared on his face.

Zhao Mingde turned around, still turned his back to Luo Changfeng, and said: "With your words, I didn't teach you in vain. Remember to guard against arrogance and impetuosity. Your fast sword is unique and unique. Study hard. Maybe in the future, you will learn more about it." Become a generation of masters."

"Yes, Changfeng remembers Master Zhao's teachings."

Satisfied, Zhao Mingde strode away briskly, thinking secretly, should he really try the training method he said, maybe he can really practice a sharp knife?
Luo Changfeng straightened up, looked at Zhao Mingde's back, and a deep sense of gratitude flashed in his eyes.

Then he put down the wooden sword and picked up his saber again.

"Clang...clang..."

The rhythmic sound of unsheathing and putting in the sheath sounded again in the forest.

……

Two months later, it was already autumn, and it was the most melancholy season of the year again. The autumn wind was bleak and everything withered.

Chen Jinnan returned to Changlin Village on the tail of Xia Mo. This time, he taught Luo Changfeng a technique of improving lightness kungfu. Luo Changfeng, whose strength was at a bottleneck, finally had new room for improvement.

It's just that lightness kung fu is supported by internal force, and the level of lightness kung fu also depends on the depth of internal force. This can't be done in a hurry, it can only be accumulated slowly.

After practicing lightness kung fu for a few days, Luo Changfeng suddenly found that the village was busy. The tailor shop was rushing to make white robes and cloth red flowers, and the blacksmith shop was working hard to create new single swords.

Feeling slightly surprised, Luo Changfeng was going to ask Chen Jinnan what happened. At this time, Chen Jinnan was discussing with the brothers of the Tiandi Guild Master Fang Lianhuatang.

Zhao Mingde, the incense master of the Lotus Hall, Yu Shihao with the red stick, Li Hongmin with the white fan, and high-level personnel such as the sitting hall, accompanying hall, alliance certificate, Xiangchang, Guantang, punishment hall, executive hall, auditorium, sword guard, and seal guard were all present.

The Lotus Hall, as the long room at the main hall entrance of the Tiandihui, has been stationed at the main helm all year round. Luo Changfeng is already familiar with these people.

"I plan to take the 'Iron Blood Youth League' to Honghuating this time. The old brothers don't have to go. Wu Sangui in southern Yunnan seems to have a change recently. Everyone must be ready at any time. Once he rebels, our chances will be great." coming."

When Luo Changfeng walked not far from the door, what he heard was this passage, and his heart couldn't help but move slightly.

Jagged Boys?Red Flower Pavilion?It seems... somewhat familiar.

Luo Changfeng's eyes flickered quickly, and he quickly searched in his mind. After a while, his eyes brightened, and then dimmed again.

He finally knew which world he traveled through. This movie was watched with his father when he was a child. It was a very long memory. At that time, he was only six years old.

Because of this, his memory is already a little fuzzy.

(End of this chapter)