Peerless little Shennong

Chapter 1116 Appetizers
While Zhang Yihao and Lu Xiaobei were chatting, Kan Dalu on the field started to fight back.

He who has always been at a disadvantage, obeyed Lu Xiaobei's advice and fought back desperately.

This style of play is very similar to the defensive and counterattack style in football. The reason why Lu Xiaobei only passed three moves to Kan Dalu and Zhang Yihao is that these three moves are most suitable for their current cultivation level. If the two cannot be operated, it will be counterproductive and will not be able to exert the true power of Jiankujue.

Among the three tricks of Feijian, one sword attacks, one sword defends, and one sword kills.

Defensive moves are infinitely varied, in order to prevent the opponent's fierce attack. When the defense resolves the opponent's move, as long as it is guaranteed not to die, the three flying swords will have an overwhelming advantage in the subsequent counterattack. One sword attack, one sword must Killing is an attack tactic with double guarantees.

This is the essence of Feijian Sanjue.

Kan Dalu's counterattack was even more exciting than Zhang Yihao's. With one swing of his sword, his opponent was instantly shrouded in withered yellow color. This sword made Kan Dalu find the joy of counterattack.

The sword curtain was rolled out, and Kan Dalu swept away the dust together, and the special attack was immediately staged. After the sword energy was introduced, it crushed the opponent with a loud crash.

The moment the other party fell down seemed like a world away, like a dream.

A junior disciple of Wu Wu Jue actually defeated an opponent who was several ranks higher than him. This shock even the referee cast a different look at Kan Dalu.

The battle was over, Kan Dalu had the last laugh, and he smiled gratefully towards Lu Xiaobei.

Kan Dalu walked off the stands and entered the promotion seats.

But Lu Xiaobei's expression is still serious, today's game is nothing, what matters is tomorrow's and the day after tomorrow's game.

To enter the elite list, Feijian Sanjue is far from enough.

Today's knockout match is just an appetizer, and tomorrow will be the highlight.

"Follow me!" Lu Xiaobei left the promotion seat without saying a word.

Seeing Lu Xiaobei's stern face, Kan Dalu and Zhang Yihao didn't dare to make a mistake, and hurriedly followed his footsteps.

Arriving at the grove where the flying sword was taught last time, Kan Dalu couldn't wait to ask: "What's wrong, Senior Brother Lu?"

"Brother, aren't you happy that we both advanced?" Zhang Yihao asked.

"I can't be happy, today's game is not in my plan!" Lu Xiaobei called the two to sit down on a big rock.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and distributed it to the two, smoking a cigarette Lu Xiaobei said: "To be more specific, today's grouping is not what I expected. You two seem to have advanced, but you didn't go for long!"

"Why do you say that? The three flying swords you taught us are so sharp that no one can break them!" Zhang Yihao said complacently.

"Wrong, you have been exposed today, presumably the disciples of the major departments have begun to focus on studying your moves, and tomorrow your battle will be very difficult!" Lu Xiaobei said deeply.

Those words woke up Kan Dalu and Zhang Yihao, like pouring a basin of cold water from head to toe.

"Then what should we do?" the two asked at the same time.

"Don't worry, I'm thinking of a countermeasure!" Lu Xiaobei took a deep puff of cigarette and said, "Originally, if I could meet some masters today, I could help you remove an obstacle. I never expected to meet that Shui Junming." Second class. Have you noticed? Today, the 60 players are almost all contests with great disparity in strength. Those elites and heroes who were originally on the list have all advanced without any effort, and the ones you are facing may all be rookies If you are a disciple who is not on the top or rookie list, then tomorrow your Flying Sword Sanjue will be in danger!"

When the two of them thought about it, it really made sense.

Today's competition is just a side dish, and the big dish hasn't been served yet!
"Brother, what can you do?" Kan Dalu asked.

"What is the goal of the two of you? If you two just competed for the rookie list, then you have already achieved it today. Even if you rank 30 after 30 people advance, you are still on the rookie list. If you want to enter the rookie list, you need to do more !" Lu Xiaobei said seriously.

"We can't enter the elite list!" The two had to admit this fact.

The elite list goes from 1 to 10, no matter whether it is in the foreign race or the internal race, the last time is the master of the nine veins.

So the two couldn't squeeze in at all.

The benefits of the elite list and the hero list are completely different. The number of yin and yang pills received each month and the number of elixirs distributed are different.

Squeezing into the elite list will get more cultivation resources, paving the way for cultivation.

This is the real reason why all the Yin-Yang Tomb disciples squeezed their heads and want to enter the list.

"Okay, let's leave now, we can't teach you more martial arts here, someone must be eyeing the three of us!" Lu Xiaobei said cautiously.

"Thank you brother! Thank you so much!"

Both Zhang Yihao and Kan Dalu had tears in their eyes.

They lived in inferior housing with Lu Xiaobei, and were despised together, but now that Lu Xiaobei is famous, they still haven't forgotten them, this gratitude moved them deeply.

"You two are still being polite, so let's live in a lower-class room and drink together, and I can't watch you two be defeated by others!" Lu Xiaobei patted the two of them on the shoulders to put out their cigarette butts, ready to go out Find a place to teach them other martial arts.

However, three figures blocked the way of the three of them.

"Sure enough, there are tricks!"

The person who spoke was not wearing training clothes, and it was impossible to tell which faction he was a disciple of.

All three were wearing camouflage uniforms.

Lu Xiaobei remembered that the disciples of the Yin Yang Tomb seemed to like to wear camouflage uniforms, and it was the camouflage uniforms that he saw most often when he was not wearing training uniforms.

"What's the matter?" Lu Xiaobei asked lightly.

"Did you teach their swordsmanship?"

"Who are you?" Lu Xiaobei snorted coldly, "Do you need to take care of the matter between me and my brother?"

"Hehe, it seems that you really take yourself too seriously, thinking that defeating Shui Junming will be awesome. Brothers, tell him who I am?" The man said arrogantly.

"Boy, you don't even know the big brother of our inner race elite list, how did you get along? This is our senior brother Jin Tianjin, you scumbag is really uneducated!" One of the chubby guys opened the zipper of the camouflage uniform , revealing a large piece of fat, that fat belly looks like a pregnant woman who has been pregnant for several months.

The other person looked at Zhang Yihao and Kan Dalu coldly, and snorted coldly: "I think you are very powerful! It turned out that we only defeated the disciples of our inner clan with a few strange sword skills, but it doesn't matter. Today we will teach you a lesson in advance. Let me stop you, lest you will commit crimes tomorrow!"

This is to remove the obstacles in tomorrow's competition in advance!
Lu Xiaobei understood what the other party meant.

"Huo Liwen, tell these three people how long it took you to win that match today!" Jin Tian took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, as if he was the boss and his second child.

Huo Liwen is the fat man with a big belly, he said: "The other party fell down in 51 seconds, and I haven't warmed up yet!"

(End of this chapter)