After the dinner, everyone dispersed.

Changle and Lin Pingzhi were arranged in the same room, which made Changle not very comfortable.

"I'll go to the roof to sleep and see the moon." After Changle said that, he was about to run to the roof.

"Senior brother, they despise you so much, let me teach them a lesson." Lin Pingzhi said angrily.

"What if I teach you a lesson?" Changle said indifferently.

"Then I just feel unhappy!" Lin Pingzhi said gritting his teeth.

"Junior brother, do you think your personality has changed a little after practicing the Evil-Repelling Sword Book?" Changle said to him.

"Yes... is it?" Lin Pingzhi frowned and recalled it seemed that it was really true.

"Tomorrow, go find Master Dingxian and find a few Buddhist scriptures to read." Changle said to him.

"Well, okay." He unconditionally implemented Changle's request.

Changle, who had been meditating on the roof for a night, got up early in the morning to practice.

After reading the Tai Chi meaning of Sanfeng Zhenren, Changle found that he understood some things, but it was still far from mastering them.

He looked at his panel and the Tai Chi meridian was followed by the elementary level.

Generally, from the primary to the intermediate level, he will be promoted in at most three days, but this Tai Chi Sutra has been almost five days, but he is still in the primary level.

He punched according to the boxing techniques in the boxing classics and integrated the Tai Chi mind into it. Suddenly he felt that the whole world was quiet.

So that's how it is.

If you don’t understand the intention of the boxing, that set of boxing is an ordinary boxing strategy.

I understood the intention of boxing. That set of boxing is a very powerful martial arts. This Sanfeng Zhenren is really amazing.

He began to punch slowly, and the wind around him rose.

The wind seemed very gentle, but Changle waved his hand and a tree as thick as a bowl broke from the middle, and the broken mouth turned into small wood chips.

Changle suddenly closed his fists and appeared in front of a thin black boy.

The boy was obviously shocked. He knew that peeking at others to practice martial arts is a taboo in the martial arts world, and it would be reasonable if others ruined themselves.

But his boxing style just now was so amazing. The boy only felt that seeing the boxing style he was playing seemed to see the stars at night, the scorching sun at noon, and the thunder of heavy rain.

So he was fascinated by that set of boxing.

"I'm sorry." The boy said in shame. His pair of eyebrows looked even more bitter under this expression.

"It's okay, but you need to pay attention in the future. It is a taboo for people to practice martial arts in the martial arts world." Changle thought he didn't know, so he said to him.

"I'm so sorry." The boy lowered his head.

"Okay, if you like to watch it, it's okay to watch it again." Changle rubbed the boy's head.

The boy glanced at Changle, nodded and stepped aside. However, he wanted to see the hero's swordsmanship.

Changle drew his sword, and when he drew his sword, he seemed to have become ethereal and vain. He was like a martial immortal who had been demoted to the world.

Cut! Slash! Thorn! Point! Twist! Break! Cut! Twist! Sweep!

With nine basic sword moves, Changle wanted to integrate Tai Chi's boxing intention into it, but he found that he could not do it.

So he didn't force himself, and he launched a set of Yangwu sword techniques.

That kind of righteousness made him look like an immortal, and seemed to have become a great scholar of the times who established his mind for the world.

Finally, he retracted the sword, picked up the water bag and took a sip.

"Your sword is too light." The boy couldn't help but say in the end.

"Can you tell me this? Do you also make swords?" Changle asked curiously.

The boy hesitated for a moment, turned around and ran away without saying that he had turned around.

"This child ran away so quickly." Changle took another big sip of water.

"Senior Brother! Let's have a discussion." Lin Pingzhi ran away excitedly and said.

He now has to fight Changle every day, and he will be very happy if he can take one more move.

In fact, if one fights life and death, he can kill him within ten moves. However, if he doesn't have fifty moves to fight each other, he can't beat him now.

Sometimes Changle really wants to go to Heimu Cliff to see how much difference he is from Dongfang Bubai, the number one in martial arts world. But he should fight Uncle Feng first and then go to Heimu Cliff.

After fifty moves, Lin Pingzhi was defeated, and he found that fifty moves seemed to have become a hurdle.

Changle told him the flaws in his sword technique just now. He thought about it and said, "Your skill is actually the best match for the embroidery needle."

"I'll try it later. By the way, senior brother, I always feel that the long sword in Huashan is a bit heavy. It would be great if it could be lighter. This guy from Longquan Valley is too disgusting, otherwise I would ask them to cast a sword for me, and the sword name is called the embroidery needle." Lin Pingzhi said with a smile.

Changle smiled and shook his head, "Are you serious about this name? In the future, when you defeat others in the world, people will say that Lin Shaoxia's embroidery needle is really powerful! If you lose, people can say that Lin Pingzhi's embroidery needle is just like this!"

Lin Pingzhi glanced at Changle with resentment.

Changle was soaked with goosebumps that he saw.

Alas, why am I provoking him?

"Changle, junior brother Pingzhi, the head of the sect will come to you, and those Japanese ronin will arrive in the afternoon." Yilin came to find them.

"Okay, Junior Sister Yilin." Changle smiled at her and nodded.

"Ling, how is Senior Brother Linghu okay?" Yilin asked carefully.

"The eldest brother is very good. It's up to the master to recruit him as his son-in-law." Changle thought that he should not leave any thoughts for this little girl.

"Ah, Amitabha Buddha." Yilin finally recited the Buddha's name.

The three of them walked to the sword-making hall, which was full of all kinds of good swords. Changle glanced around, but did not have the sword he liked.

When they entered, they heard Deng Hao say, "Dad, those Japanese Ransomers don't know the power of Hengshan Sanding. This time they must let them know the power of our Central Plains martial arts."

Deng Ganjiang was a little bitter this time. He took out a broken sword and said, "Master, please see, this is a broken sword sent by the ronin today. This sword was forged by my Longquan Valley. You can't even think of using your internal strength to break it. Let's leave fingerprints."

Master Dingxian looked at it and saw two finger marks clearly on the broken sword.

She tried and shook her head and said, "Pinni can do the broken sword, but it's a bit difficult to leave fingerprints."

Master Dingyi also tried it, it was difficult for her to even get rid of the shock.

"Look at it with my uncle Changle." Ding Yi knew that he had a deep internal skills, so he wanted him to give it a try.

Deng Hao snorted coldly at Changle and threw the broken sword at him.

Changle did not catch the broken sword, but just stretched out his slender finger and gently flicked it.

The broken sword flew back and inserted it on the table in front of Deng Ganjiang.

"What do you mean!" Deng Hao was furious. He had long been very dissatisfied with this guy.

It looks so good, it's so annoying!

"My senior brother doesn't want to see it!" Lin Pingzhi said coldly.

"You rabbit..." Deng Hao was also disliked Lin Pingzhi's appearance.

"Shut up, you beast." Deng Ganjiang hurriedly stopped his son.

Because he saw that there was a deep fingerprint on the cut-off sword.
Chapter completed!