Xiao Yunxia sighed, "The girl is the dragon guard of the inner world. Her internal skills are obtained from the true teachings of her brother Chen Yiying. How can ordinary sects be opponents? Within a radius of more than ten miles, there are only the Eagle Guards of Wuchen Mountain and the Tiger Guards of Bixue City. The girl just said that when her brother was dying, she had entrusted you to come to Wuchen Sect to find me. It can be seen that he must have seen Bixue City's feet, so that you can go to Wuchen Sect to avoid danger."

When Chen Yiling heard it was reasonable, he felt both sad and angry. He could no longer suppress his anger in his heart and shouted, "Since that's the case, I'll fight to Bixue City now! Find their city lord to find out!" After that, he stood up and wanted to go out.

Xiao Yunxia reached out and said, "Miss, no! Zhang Baojie has great martial arts skills and excellent internal strength. There are few opponents in the world. If you go rashly, you can only die."

Chen Yiling's eyes were filled with tears and said in a trembling voice, "Then will my brother's life and the great revenge of more than ten Dragon Guard brothers?"

Xiao Yunxia said seriously, "Miss, don't worry, your brother entrusted his life on his deathbed. Even if Xiao bets on his life, he will seek justice for you. This is how. Girl, you can write a letter by hand to explain that Bixue City is against the court. Then let's go to Bixue City together. If Zhang Baojie really does something dirty, I immediately ordered my disciples to send the letter to the capital and ask the emperor to punish him!"

Chen Yiling's chest kept rising and falling, and his mind was buzzing. He was full of his brother's appearance when he was dying. He had no time to think. His beautiful eyes were full of resolute expressions, and he agreed, "Okay! Thank you General Xiao like this!"

Xiao Yunxia ordered people to bring paper and pen and grind the ink. Chen Yiling wrote a few lines in his essay, briefly describing how he was attacked and how he was rescued. At this moment, she was in a mess and felt that the person who killed his brother must be the one from Bixuecheng, so she picked up the pen and put the three words Bixuecheng on the paper, writing Bixuecheng and the man in black who was chasing her into a school.

After Chen Yiling finished writing, he handed the letter to Xiao Yunxia. Xiao Yunxia glanced at it and said, "Okay! The girl has powerful words. Bixuecheng can't escape now!" He turned around and folded the letter and put it in his clothes. He turned around and smiled, saying, "Girl, what else did you explain before Brother Ling was killed?"

Chen Yiling looked at Xiao Yunxia with a smile. Although she didn't look like a traitor, she was always a little worried. This matter was very important and she must not let others know. She shook her head and said, "My brother only talked about Wuchen Mountain. If you find General Xiao, you can keep your safety safe. There is no other explanation."

Xiao Yunxia's face changed slightly, and he said slowly, "Since that's the case, Miss Ling will go back to her room to rest first, please come here!"

Three months later, the sky was already autumn, and the Flying Eagle Hall fell in the mountains, making it even colder in the morning and evening. Many Eagle Guard disciples practiced swords outside and had already put on autumn clothes. From sunrise to setting in Wuchen Mountain, there were people dancing and practicing swords. The sword shadows shone, what is beautiful?

At noon that day, several young Eagle Guard disciples were competing with sword moves. A beautiful girl held a pear blossom and wood sword and played against a boy.

Although the two were young, their swordsmanship was quite exquisite and they had good methods of attacking and defense. The girl was skilled in swordsmanship, either attacking or defending, and she could move forward and retreat freely.

The boy looked a little worse, and the wooden sword in his hand swayed. Although he used a good move, he was always less agile than the girl.

After fighting for more than a dozen rounds, the girl suddenly shouted "Let's go!" The wooden sword pointed at the boy [Waiguan acupoint]. The boy was shocked and hurriedly took a step back to avoid the girl's sword.

Unexpectedly, the girl smiled and the wooden sword did not stop but stepped forward. She brushed the boy's wrist and slapped the boy's wrist [Yangchi point]. The boy's wrist hurt and screamed, letting go of the wooden sword in his hand.

The girl princess smiled, staring at the boy with beautiful eyes, and said, "Junior Brother Zhao, you lost to me again!" The boy's face turned slightly red, and nodded, "Yes, Senior Sister Lu's skill in swordsmanship is superb, I'm not an opponent."

The girl bent her eyebrows and frowned slightly, scolding, "Why are you so useless? Pick up the sword? We've fought!" Mu Jian stood in front of her and wanted to make a move again.

The young man said in surprise, "Lu...Sister Lu...I am really not your opponent. Please let me be familiar with the sword technique and then fight with you..."

Seeing his fearful appearance, the girl couldn't help but feel funny and said softly, "Junior Brother Zhao, I just saw that you are skillful in swordsmanship, but your footwork is not flexible enough. You are trying to attack me."

Zhao Lingjun's face turned red and she whispered, "Thank you, senior sister... but my martial arts skills are not good... I am laughing at you."

Lu Xue frowned, waved her hand and patted Zhao Lingjun on her shoulder, and said, "Young brother, don't care, just use your heart to make moves. You can take action first, I will only attack you."

Zhao Lingjun hesitated and did not dare to take action. Lu Xuemu waved his sword, pointed at his lower abdomen, and whispered, "Let's help!"

Seeing that her sword was coming in a fierce manner, Zhao Lingjun had no choice but to take off half a step, turn his hand and stab Lu Xue at the upper body.

Lu Xue dodged sideways and shouted, "Although the moves are stable, the soles of her feet are too slow, come again!" Her wrists trembled slightly, and the sword tip pierced Zhao Lingjun's knees.

Before Zhao Lingjun could see his moves clearly, he was already hit on his legs. He screamed and fell to the ground half of his body, and stabbed the wooden sword in his hand.

Seeing that he was scattered in his sword, Lu Xue was speechless, and he grabbed the wooden sword with his hand, pointed at Zhao Lingjun's throat, and said, "Junior Brother Zhao, your swordsmanship is good, but you are too rigid and have no adaptability, so you have repeatedly defeated me."

Zhao Lingjun heard what she said very well, but he didn't know how to change it. He always learned swordsmanship by his master, and he followed the routine according to the rules. If he wanted him to achieve the word "flexible", it would be more difficult than climbing to the sky.

Lu Xue thought to herself that this junior brother was stupid, and she was afraid that she would be in vain when she was talking. She sighed and said with a smile, "Young Brother Zhao, don't be discouraged. A hundred-day sword, a thousand-day gun, and a thousand-day sword. A thousand-day sword. A thousand-day sword. You are not anxious to learn swords. You can only spend more time in the future!"

Zhao Lingjun bowed and thanked him, "Lingjun, thank you for your teachings, and you will definitely practice more in the future." Lu Xue nodded and said, "Two months later, it will be the day for our Eagle Guard Army and the Tiger Guard Heaven Army to fight against the trial. You must practice hard. If you are embarrassed in the trial, I will not be able to spare you!"

Zhao Lingjun was fascinated and nodded, "Yes, senior sister, don't worry, Lingjun will definitely not embarrass our Eagle Guard Army!"

Lu Xue smiled slightly and said, "Okay, junior brother, let's go back." Zhao Lingjun's face was still red, and he followed Lu Xue away from the training ground dullly.

At midnight, Wuchen Mountain was silent. Except for the night-watching disciples, most of them had already returned to their rooms to rest, and only a few red lanterns swayed gently with the breeze.

Zhao Lingjun was lying on the bed, meditating on what Lu Xue said during the day, and was full of thoughts, not knowing how to practice sword skills well.

Zhao Lingjun tossed and turned, without any sleepiness. Fortunately, he turned over and got out of bed, put on his coat, picked up the wooden sword beside the bed, and said hatefully, "Diligence can make up for the clumsy. I practice for a few more hours every day, but if I don't believe it, I can't catch up with them!"

As soon as he thought of this, he felt his whole body feel excited. He took a step, pushed the door out, and walked towards the training ground.

At this time, the moon is in the middle of the sky, the night breeze is blowing, and the leaves are rustling in the training ground.

Zhao Lingjun held the wooden sword, slowed down and walked forward with his breath. He saw that the training ground was empty, and there was only the bright moon in the sky.

Zhao Lingjun took a deep breath and waved the wooden sword. His sword technique was heavy and dull. When he passed through the air, he made a sound like [王,王,王].

Zhao Lingjun couldn't help but sigh that he was very different from Senior Sister Lu during the day, and he couldn't help but feel very angry. Why are they all wooden swords? Others dance like wind and fire, and I am like a farmer chopping firewood.

Thinking of this, he became more confident of working in secret, thinking: If you want to improve your swordsmanship, you need something to do as a target. At this moment, your classmates should rest more and chop trees here, so you are afraid of quarreling and dreaming.

Bypassing a few paths, I came to the side of Wuchen Mountain, where the forest was dense, and waving my sword to set up a portal, and said to the big tree next to me, "Thuer, I need to practice sword skills, I need to hit you hundreds of times, I'm sorry!"

The wooden sword drew a circle and used a move of Wuchen Sect’s direct sword technique [Yun Yue Cangcang], the sword envoy is in a normal manner, and the moves are good.

Zhao Lingjun moved to the left, and the wooden sword moved away from the tree. At the same time, he used a move [Moon Shadow Flying], which was light and erratic, and the sword light flashed around the tree dot.

[Moon Shadow Flying] After he was old, he should follow the master's routine and use the [Western Wind Ancient Road]. He has long been familiar with this set of swordsmanship and can make a move with his sword.

Zhao Lingjun used his light skills to fly into the air, and his moves suddenly changed. He flipped his wrist and twisted his upper body backwards. He used the last move of this set of sword techniques [Dragon at the End]. The key to this move is to connect from the previous sword to the next sword, from front to back, from left to right, the sword wind is everywhere, like a dragon going out to sea, which is irresistible.

Who knows that his internal strength is weak and his moves are good, how could he pierce the towering tree that three or five people hugged?

The wooden sword stabbed the tree trunk, and Zhao Lingjun suddenly felt the soreness on his arms, and his wrists were painful, and his five fingers were weak. The wooden sword flew backwards.

Zhao Lingjun rubbed his arm that was hurt and looked forward. He saw that the depth of the hole was pitch black and unfathomable. The wooden sword fell into the grass beside the hole. At the same time, a big rock next to the tree suddenly made a "click" sound.

Zhao Lingjun concentrated his breath and the blood on his body was cold. The big rock slowly opened, revealing a dark cave, which looked terrifying.

The wooden sword slid into the hole. If you walked over and took it, it would be only a few steps away. However, in the middle of the night, a cave suddenly appeared. But if there were any poisonous insects and beasts in the hole, they would hesitate for a moment.

Zhao Lingjun hesitated for a moment, thinking that if he lost Mu Jian, it would be fine if he was punished by the teacher tomorrow morning class, but if other classmates picked it up, it would be a shame.

He had to muster up the courage and walked slowly towards the grass. Seeing that Mu Jian was not far from his feet, he bent down to pick up the Mu Jian. He heard a howl suddenly in the hole. He was so scared that he sat on the ground and shouted loudly, "Don't... don't come over!"

Zhao Lingjun was so scared that he was scattered by the sound in the cave. He sat on the ground, holding the wooden sword tightly, but the sound in the cave did not seem to be a wild beast, but rather a person was talking loudly.
Chapter completed!