Wuxia's Supreme Lottery System / Wuxia's Super Big Boss

　　Such a young powerhouse, Wuming might as well let go of his heart, discuss with the young man in front of him with his own understanding of kendo, and perhaps be more acceptable to the other party.

　　Su Ming glanced at him, smiled lightly, and said, "What is kendo?"

　　"The way of swordsmanship is the combination of swordsmanship and realm. The understanding of the sword comes from the understanding of all things, a leaf, a grain of sand, a dead tree, this sky, this earth, this water, this earth, everything has it. road."

　　"The fusion of sword skills and Wan Dao, incorporating the essence and spirit, and giving life to the sword, is the way of swordsmanship.".

Chapter 4: Dividing things, encountering mud Bodhisattva in fishing village (4/[-])

　　Listening to Su Ming's understatement, the profound and profound swordsmanship revealed by Su Ming, Wuming's heart trembled. For his understanding of swordsmanship, it is very impressive that Su Ming can reach this level. He looks only in his early twenties, even if he is nameless. It was only when he reached the forty majority that he realized this level.

　　Su Ming was able to do all of this, and at such a young age, his understanding of swordsmanship was simply appalling.

　　"Little brother I's understanding of kendo is so thorough. In today's world, there are few enemies. Even the swordsman and I, at the age of the little brother, can't reach this level."

　　"Nameless admiration!"

　　Wuming cupped his hands and said.

　　"Mr. Wuming is overrated. With your cultivation of the Heavenly Sword Realm, this is nothing." Su Ming said indifferently.

　　The kendo theory Su Ming said was just the foundation, and on that foundation, countless kendo attack methods could be derived.

　　Wuming nodded and said, "Brother Xiao I, how about this move?"

　　As soon as Wuming's voice fell, he stretched out his sword fingers and pointed at the void. Suddenly, the mist floating in the void condensed into a sword with a handle formed of mist.

　　The sword with the fog-shaped handle was like a real substance, and there were probably as many as five. This real body 17 now, in addition to Wuming's control over the sword, has reached the realm of free will.

　　At the same time, his skill is unfathomable. He can control five handles at the same time and condense them separately. It is impossible to complete without a strong skill.

　　Su Ming smiled without saying a word. He waved his hand out. A large cloud of mist was attracted in the void, slowly condensing the sword shapes, separating them one by one, reaching six full swords. of generally unique.

　　Wuming's eyes changed, and he was once again shocked by Su Ming's cultivation.

　　"Good work!"

　　Wuming couldn't help but admire, and then the other hand stretched out, and the sword finger flicked, and the sword formed by the five mists suddenly began to be subdivided.

　　One transforms into two, two transforms into three, and three transforms into six. The void is filled with small swords made of mist, and there are as many as seventy-two swords.

　　With such a powerful control, Su Ming had to admit that Wuming was really born for the sword.

　　The name of martial arts myth is not false.

　　However, this was not difficult for Su Ming.

　　Su Ming also stretched out his other hand and controlled the six swords formed by the mist, separating them one by one.

　　Ten, twenty, thirty, fifty soldiers, eighty, eighty-one...

　　A full eighty-one swords formed from mist were suspended in the void.

　　Wuming saw this scene, his eyes were full of incredible expressions, and his heart was extremely shocked.

　　This kind of control, this level of kendo comprehension, Wuming doesn't know what language to use to describe it, I'm afraid it's not much better than him.

　　Su Ming didn't take back his hand. He waved his hands, and the sword formed by the mist flew down the void and flew into the distance, disappearing immediately.

　　After this move, Wuming's whole person was numb, and he didn't know what to say.

　　With the strength that Su Ming has shown so far, he is no weaker than him.

　　Even, it has surpassed his realm.

　　There was a hint of sigh in Wuming's eyes. He was originally curious about Su Ming, but after seeing Su Ming's understanding of Kendo, he felt extremely shocked and wanted to take the opportunity to point out Su Ming.

　　But he didn't expect that Su Ming's comprehension of swordsmanship was no weaker than his.

　　"Brother Xiaoi's kendo understanding has far surpassed the understanding of the world's kendo masters. Even I am a little ashamed." Wuming was convinced and had nothing to say about Su Ming's kendo cultivation.

　　This is the first time he has encountered such an embarrassing thing in the decades since he has traveled the world, and it is also the first time he has seen a young man in his early twenties whose kendo cultivation is not weaker than his.

　　Su Ming waved his hand and said, "The way of kendo is endless. We will never know where the pinnacle of kendo is."

　　Su Ming has been practicing kendo since the first time he came into contact with the divine carving world, but even though his current cultivation is infinitely close to the half-immortal realm, he still feels that kendo has no limit.

　　Wuming nodded and said: "Little brother I said it well. Over the years, I have traveled the world to explore the higher realm of kendo."

　　"Having a meeting with Brother Xiao I today gave me a lot of insight."

　　"I want to go back to the town of inexplicable, retreat and learn about kendo, I don't know when I can see you again."

　　Wuming did realize some changes in the way of swordsmanship from Su Ming, and he was deeply touched.

　　Su Ming glanced at him, smiled lightly, and said, "We will see you again by fate!"

　　After all, he jumped and jumped towards the cliff, shaped like a big eagle, heading towards the distance.

　　It was the first time Wuming saw someone dare to jump off such a cliff, and was really startled.

　　"What a miraculous young man. It seems that there will be another peerless character in the world's martial arts."

　　Wuming shook his head and turned to leave with his hands on his back.

　　........

　　After Su Ming and Wuming separated, they were walking on the mountain road. He had just arrived here, and he didn't know where he was, so he could only walk along the road.

　　Along the way, there were no people on both sides of the mountain road. They were all mountain peaks. After walking for a long time, I came across a small fishing village.

　　This small fishing village was built on the edge of a large river. There are dozens of simple houses. There are dozens of bamboo rafts on the river. There are fishermen on both sides of the river, who are collecting fishing nets there.

　　Su Ming walked to the fishing village and walked towards the people by the river.

　　"Grandpa, grandpa, Huo'er can't be found, let's go find Huo'er!"

　　By the river, a little girl spoke to a man covered in rags.

　　"Don't worry...cough cough!"

　　"Wait, he will come back by himself, cough, cough!"

　　The man who was sitting with his back to Su Ming was coughing and talking, reaching out and stroking the little girl.

　　The little girl sat beside him obediently, without speaking, watching the fishermen by the river collecting their nets with wide eyes.

　　"Mud Bodhisattva, I didn't expect to meet this person in this small fishing village."

　　Su Ming thought to himself, he found a place to sit at random, but did not go forward.

　　His eyes swept across the surrounding forest, where dozens of tyrannical auras appeared, at least all of them were the cultivation base of the peerless fourth heaven.

　　These people are hidden here, their murderous intentions are insidious, and they are obviously not bad and well-meaning people.

　　Suddenly, there was a scream of monkeys in the forest.

　　Su Ming looked up and saw a fiery red monkey running towards the Mud Bodhisattva. He looked very frightened.

　　"Fire monkey!"

　　Seeing this monkey, Su Ming can be sure that this person is definitely a clay bodhisattva. .

Chapter 1: Mud Bodhisattva Crossing the River Can't Protect Himself (4/[-])

　　Squeak squeak!

　　The fire jumped into the arms of the mud bodhisattva, screaming continuously, obviously frightened.

　　"Huo'er, Huo'er is good, don't be afraid."

　　The little girl comforted the fire monkey while stroking i.

　　Mud Bodhisattva coughed a few times and said, "Go, go, get out of here."

　　The Mud Bodhisattva is the number one physiognomist in the world. He can see the secrets of heaven, and he has already sensed that there will be a crisis around him.

　　"Hahahaha! Mud Bodhisattva, our helper has a destiny, and specially came to invite you to go to the world for a gathering."

　　There was a sudden wind blowing around, and in the dense forest, dozens of warriors dressed in the costumes of the World Association rushed towards them.

　　They were light-hearted and savvy, with a strong aura. As soon as they appeared, they startled the surrounding flocks of birds scurrying around, and the surrounding fishermen who were collecting their nets all dropped their fishing nets and ran towards the distance.

　　This kind of vendetta in the rivers and lakes, they have seen too much, and often disasters happen to Chiyu, and in the end it is them civilians who suffer.

　　Therefore, these fishermen have learned to escape, and when they see something wrong, they immediately turn around and run.

　　Mud Bodhisattva itself does not know martial arts. Although the physiognomy is unparalleled in the world, in the face of so many masters in the world, there is nowhere to run. A few meters away from Su Ming, he is surrounded by circles.

　　This time even Su Ming was trapped in the circle.

　　Su Ming doesn't care, it's good that these people don't mess with him, if they mess with him, then it's no wonder he is.

　　At this time, more than twenty martial artists from the World Association surrounded Su Ming and the mud bodhisattva. The fire monkey hid in his arms. The little girl held the corner of the mud bodhisattva with both hands, and her eyes were full of fear. .

　　"Grandpa, grandpa, I'm afraid..."

　　There was fear in the little girl's eyes, but she didn't cry. It was obviously not the first time that this kind of thing had happened.

　　Looking at the dazzling knife, let alone a child, even an ordinary adult would be frightened.

　　"Hey, don't be afraid, as long as your grandfather comes with us, you will not only be fine, but you will also be able to enjoy the glory and wealth, and you will have whatever you want~¨."

　　"You don't have to live a hard life outside anymore."

　　One of the people from the World Association stood up and said with a smile.

　　"Come on, bring Mud Bodhisattva back to the World Conference!"

　　Sen Leng's voice came, with a hint of irresistible taste.

　　"Vice Hall Master, there is still one person here, what should I do?"

　　The two disciples of the World Association who stepped forward saw Su Ming sitting beside him and asked.

　　The leader glanced at Su Ming and said coldly, "The gang leader has explained the matter of the Mud Bodhisattva, and it must not be leaked!"

　　"Just an ordinary person, kill him, lest he talk nonsense everywhere!"

　　As soon as a word disagrees, the killer will be killed, and the domineering of the World Association can be imagined.