Legendary Pharmacist

The strength of the Ancient Tooth Sword Sect is relatively weak, but the number of people in the sect is quite large. It is estimated that there are more than 300 people, which is close to one-eighth of the Qianyun Sect.

From the first day, Zheng Qiu sat on the steps in front of the main hall, watching the disciples practicing swordsmanship in the former training ground.

After watching it for two days, he had some understanding of the two sword techniques of the Ancient Tooth Sword Sect.

These two swordsmanship are indeed different, and compared with those of Wen Jianzong's swordsmanship, there is a huge difference.

The attack method of the toothed sword does not pay attention to penetrating power, but more attention is paid to hitting with the side with iron teeth, and then pulling the sword body and relying on the iron teeth to saw.

Of course, as a sword technique, it still has stabbing and chopping moves.

When using these moves, you need to turn the hilt in your hand, turn the direction of the blade, and attack with the side of the blade.

Because Zheng Qiu sat here and watched from morning till night, drinking tea from cups and eating fruits if he had nothing to do.

The disciples of the Ancient Tooth Sword Sect also knew this young visitor.

On the third morning, Zheng Qiu still sat on the steps in front of the main hall with a steaming cup in his hand to watch the disciples of the Ancient Tooth Sword Sect practice.

In front of the crowd of disciples, there was a young man in his twenties.

His body was shining with the halo that is unique to the Qi Containment Realm, and he was instructing the air-born disciples to exercise and fill their bodies with energy.

"Hiss, whoop!"

Looking at the practice field, Zheng Qiu raised his cup and took a sip of tea, accidentally drinking too quickly, scalding his own mouth.

Hearing the sound of blowing, the young man turned his head and looked in Zheng Qiu's direction, with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"Stop, everyone take a break!"

The young man raised his hand to signal the pneumatic tire disciples to accept their efforts, then turned and walked towards the steps of the main hall.

"Hey, what do you mean kid?"

Shouting voices suddenly sounded in front of Zheng Qiu, and when he raised his head, he saw that it was the young man who taught him how to practice just now.

The young man tied his long hair with a bamboo crown, wore a plain cloth robe, folded his arms around his chest, and his face was full of displeasure.

Zheng Qiu blinked: "What? Is there something wrong?"

"Where did you come from, do you know the rules?

Sitting here every day peeking at our practice is fine, but also eating and drinking, interfering with our meditation luck, it is intentional! "

Zheng Qiu was puzzled, and lifted the cup in his hand: "I can't just sit and do nothing, and besides, my eating and drinking shouldn't affect you guys!"

The young man raised his hand and slapped the cup off Zheng Qiu's hand. The porcelain cup fell onto the steps and broke into a petal shape.

Pointing at the disciples on the training ground, he said loudly: "Nonsense, ask them if they have any influence!

They practice hard, but you eat and drink here, can they still practice it? "

With that said, the young man turned back to the training ground, and waved to Zheng Qiu provocatively.

"Since you are so arrogant, you look very capable.

Well, let's do two tricks on the training ground, so that you can experience the abilities of the Gutoojian School. "

As soon as these words came out, all the disciples on the training ground became excited, shouting loudly and cheering for the young man.

"Brother Chen, we support you!"

"Brother Chen is so powerful, he must be able to defeat the enemy with one move.

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"Senior brother Chen is right. Eating and drinking in front of us has too much influence."

"Senior Brother Chen is the most handsome, let this kid know how awesome he is!"

The noisy voices of the disciples alarmed the elders of the Ancient Tooth Sword Sect.

Two elders walked out of the side hall, stood at the door of the hall and looked at the practice field from a distance.

But they did not stop the disciples. Being able to compete with other practitioners in Yunxiu Continent is an extremely important practical experience for the disciples in the sect.

If someone has a high level of comprehension, they might be able to take this opportunity to explore new sword techniques and break through to a higher level of cultivation.

However, Zheng Qiu didn't want to fight this young man named Senior Brother Chen.

What's the fight with Yuqijing? I can slap him away with a single slap.

So Zheng Qiu shook his hand and said: "You are very powerful, I can't beat you, don't fight, don't fight!"

However, these modest words, to Brother Chen's ears, seemed to be mocking him for not being qualified to be an opponent.

Senior Brother Chen reached out and grabbed the wooden sword in a disciple's hand, aimed it in Zheng Qiu's direction, and threw it hard.

Seeing the wooden sword flying towards him, Zheng Qiu turned slightly sideways.

The wooden sword flew past the ear, fell on the steps and blunted the tip of the sword.

"Pick up the sword and go to the training ground to learn from each other, hurry up!

Is your master also a coward, and taught you all the skills of closing without fighting? "

Hearing this, Zheng Qiu thought of the missing Master Ming Zong. Master Ming Zong ran away because he was not Lin Minghao's opponent, and he was not the coward that the youth said.

So Zheng Qiu patted the hem of his clothes, stood up from the steps, and walked towards the training ground.

"You can say me, but don't say my master. Also, I don't know swordsmanship, and I don't need that crap."

Seeing Zheng Qiu walk up to the practice field, Senior Brother Chen suddenly regained his spirits and ordered the disciples to disperse and watch from the outside of the field.

He took a wooden sword, flipped his wrist and danced a few sword flowers, then stepped forward to pick up the wooden sword, and made a sword move.

"This is my school's famous "Fangs and Swordsmanship". You'd better be careful. If you get injured, don't blame me for not reminding you in advance."

Zheng Qiu spread his hands indifferently: "Understood, let's make a move!"

Senior brother Chen performed the kung fu, urging the energy in his body, and a blue-brown halo lit up on his arm.

Then he kicked the ground forward, suddenly jumped up and made a somersault, and with the strength of his body rotation, he smashed the wooden sword to Zheng Qiu's shoulder.

Seeing this movement, Zheng Qiu's eyes lit up, and it really had the same characteristics as the sword move he figured out.

Part of the sword technique of the Toothed Sword is to hit the opponent like a mace.

But Zheng Qiu didn't pay much attention to Senior Brother Chen's strength, but when he went to be a guest in other sects, he always had to save some face for his master.

So Zheng Qiu didn't fight back, but stepped sideways to avoid it, and knocked the wooden sword to the ground.

Unexpectedly, Senior Brother Chen saw the kid dodging in front of him, so he mistakenly thought that his sword move was powerful, and he made the opponent scared when he smashed it.

So Senior Brother Chen shouted: "Where are you running!"

Rub the handle of the sword vigorously with your fingers, turn the wooden sword in the palm of your hand, and turn the blade sideways to point at Zheng Qiu.

Then he twisted his waist and turned around on the spot, wiping the Hengshuai wooden sword towards Zheng Qiu's side, which was obviously the slashing posture in the usual swordsmanship.

Seeing the wooden sword drawn over, Zheng Qiu felt a little helpless.

What's going on with Senior Brother Chen, I can't even tell what's going on with him, and I'm still chasing him and attacking him.

Hmm... Interrupting his sword move should make him understand the gap.

This thought quickly flashed through Zheng Qiu's mind, and his body began to move immediately.

He did not retreat to avoid, but took the initiative to approach Brother Chen in the business district, raised his palms together, and knocked on the wrist holding the wooden sword.

Brother Chen couldn't react, he saw the other party approaching him suddenly, then his wrist went numb, and the wooden sword fell to the ground with a thud.