Who is fighting

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The guerrilla generals have also come up. .

The third floor, the third hurdle, as long as you pass this hurdle, Zhongnan Village will be able to pass the test and obtain the qualification to establish Zhongnan Jianmen.

From then on, it was no longer a small village, but an inferior sect.

"Let me talk about the assessment rules for the third stage of the tea party."

The guerrilla general spoke up.

The third level is really closely related to "tea".The representative of the sect in charge of guarding the gate is a representative from the lower sect Xie Mingfeng: Sun Zhengfei.

That is the half-bald old man.

This old cultivation base, also the third stage of the airway, has been immersed in silver at this level for a full 20 years, and it can be said that he has stepped into the fourth stage of the airway in half a step.

Such a veteran warrior has countless experiences and rich practical experience, and he always has some unexpected tricks and unique skills.The equipment he wears has been tempered and honed, and none of them are good things.

In a word, the background is profound.

And the assessment content of the last level is also very simple, just sit down, sit opposite Sun Zhengfei, drink three cups of tea - as long as you drink three cups of tea, it means you have passed the level.

That's easy to say, but doing it is another matter.

Liang Qiufeng never believed that people would politely invite him to sit down and pour tea and water.

The table with tea sets, several feet square, is the arena for this level.

"Please!"

Sun Zhengfei, who was already sitting, stood up and made a gesture of please.

Liang Qiufeng walked over and took a seat, and the two faced each other.

The tea set on the table has been set up, exquisite and elegant.A teapot and three white porcelain cups.

"No more wasting time, let's get started."

Sun Zhengfei smiled authentically, but his appearance was sinister, and his smile seemed sinister.

"it is good."

Liang Qiufeng's answer was straightforward.

Sun Zhengfei picked up the teapot with one hand, poured tea into a cup, and then put it down: "First cup, please drink."

The tea is full of water, with several pieces of green tea leaves floating in it, exuding bursts of attractive fragrance.Don't talk about drinking, just smelling it, I feel refreshed.

This cup of tea is placed on the table, just a short distance away, and you can get it as soon as you reach out.

Liang Qiufeng took a deep breath, his face was unprecedentedly solemn, and then he slowly stretched out his hand.

Sun Zhengyi still smiled, a typical superficial smile.When he saw that Liang Qiufeng's hand was half a foot away from the teacup, he also shot.

The two hands clasped together quickly, then parted, and each retracted.

Liang Qiufeng frowned, as if he had suffered a loss.

Sun Zhengfei said leisurely: "On the first floor, on the second floor, you didn't draw your sword. But on the third floor, if you don't draw your sword, you can't drink my tea."

Liang Qiufeng remained silent and did not refute.

Sun Zhengfei continued: "I know that you purposely don't move your sword to gather momentum. You are young, but you have a short air path, and you have already condensed your sword momentum, which is pretty good."

"But, it's not enough."

The last sentence is decisive.

Liang Qiufeng said calmly, "I want to try again."

Reach out slowly.

Sun Zhengyi shook his head and said bluntly, "Why ask for trouble and waste time?"

The two hands clashed at an extremely fast speed, not only in terms of skill, but also in the comparison of true energy.Although they were fighting, they controlled their strength very well, without any burst of energy.The whole table didn't move, it wasn't affected at all.

call!

Suddenly, the tea shot out of the cup filled with tea, like a curtain of water, hitting Sun Zhengfei.

Sun Zhengfei gasped, but was caught off guard.The other hand, which had been holding back all the time, waved his five fingers into a palm, blocking the front door.

But the next moment, there was no tea attack.

Liang Qiufeng opened his mouth, and the tea that was originally aimed at the other party turned around, flew over, counted all the mouthfuls, gurgled, and drank it all into his stomach without missing a drop.

“Good tea!”

Sun Zhengfei said word by word: "Sword Qi?"

What Liang Qiufeng used just now was obviously sword qi, he pierced the water with qi, turned the water into a sword, and attacked him.In fact, he played a trick, when Sun Zhengfei defended, the sword energy controlled the tea, but turned around and ran into Liang Qiufeng's mouth, and drank it.

First cup of tea.

"Hey, it really is not a master who does not break through. We were all deceived by your cultivation base. Not only did you condense your sword power, but you also developed your sword energy. It turns out that your sword has not been unsheathed, but the sword is already there, but you have never had a chance to arouse it before. That's all."

The representatives of the other sects watching the battle were shocked.

Among them, there were three swordsmen with good cultivation, but none of them had real sword energy.And when Liang Qiufeng was weak and crowned, he developed sword qi after a short period of Qi Dao, which is really amazing.

From this, it can be seen that this child is not lacking in talent and skills, and it is very likely that he is the best choice.

The guerrilla general was a little excited, and immediately added another point to Liang Qiufeng's potential assessment. He thought in his heart: With Liang Qiufeng's current talent and aptitude, he should never be able to advance to the airway level at the age of 20. There must be something hidden in it .Or, it was delayed by the barren environment on the barren island.

The dragon veins of the barren island are broken, and the vitality of the heaven and the earth is thin. People in it will get twice the result with half the effort, and they will not be satisfied.As the saying goes: "Environment creates man", if the general environment is not strong, man will be greatly restricted.But after coming to Shenzhou, it will be very different. The suppressed potential will be fully unleashed, and the future will be unlimited.

Sun Zhengfei was not upset when Liang Qiufeng drank the first cup of tea by surprise. He reached out and poured the second cup: "Second cup of tea, please."

Liang Qiufeng frowned: "Then respect is worse than obedience."

Turning fists into fingers, using fingers as swords, chi chi chi chi, what is displayed is "36 Swords of Chasing the Wind".In an instant, the shadow of the finger was long and unparalleled, all of which were ways of rushing to attack.

Sun Zhengfei was a man with an old-fashioned gaze. He looked at this sword-pointing technique. Although the momentum was sharp, it was obviously lacking in power.At least for him, there is still a very big difference between fingers and swords in different ways.

Don't say that Liangqiu's Qi path in the front area is low, even if they are at the level of Martial Kings, or even the legendary Martial Gods, when they face an evenly matched opponent, they will not push their strength, but will use their favorite weapons.

Right now Liang Qiufeng didn't draw out the sword, but replaced it with his fingers.The only explanation is to bluff again, playing the trick of hitting east and west.

This point has been tried and tested by him before.Not to mention, routines are not afraid of being old, true and false, even old Jianghu, if you don't pay attention, you will be fooled.

But this time, it will never be fooled again.

Sun Zhengfei secretly made up his mind and observed carefully. On the one hand, he was accumulating strength to wait, and on the other hand, he saw the tricks and dismantled them, so as not to change into ever-changing.

"Okay, finally I can't hold back and want to make a real move, just let the horse come over, the old man is waiting!"

Suddenly, with his sharp eyes, he caught sight of Liang Qiufeng's left hand pressed to the hilt of his waist, ready to draw the sword out of its sheath at any moment, and he couldn't help but feel his heart move, paying more attention.

Whoa!

Liang Qiufeng's left hand was pressing on the hilt of the sword, as if it had taken root, and he could no longer remove it.On the right hand that can attack, the middle and middle fingers are put together to form a sword, but the stance changes suddenly and stops suddenly, the fingers are hooked, drawing an unimaginable trajectory.

It looked slow, but it was actually approaching a certain extreme, making it impossible to guard against.When he took it back, his finger had hooked the cup of tea on the table, lifted it to his lips, and slowly sipped it.

Second cup of tea. (To be continued.)