Chapter 5 A Sword Move!

Yang Guo grabbed the wine gourd with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

He believed that Senior Xiao Tian's actions before he left had other meanings, was that Senior's test?

This wine gourd seems a little light?

Yang Guo grabbed the wine gourd and shook it, and then simply pulled off the stopper. A strong aroma of wine came to his nostrils, but just smelling it made one feel a little smoky.

However, apart from the aroma of the wine, there was not even a drop of wine in the wine gourd.

I see!

Yang Guo couldn't help showing a smile when he saw the empty wine gourd. It seemed that Senior Xiao Tian was testing his sincerity!

Thinking of this, Yang Guo hurriedly put away the wine gourd and walked briskly towards Chongyang Palace.

In the dark, Xiao Tian nodded slightly when he saw Yang Guo's reaction.

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The next day, Yang Guo listened to some superficial exercises from Zhao Zhijing as usual, but Zhao Zhijing still didn't teach him any moves. Yang Guo was dissatisfied, but he looked forward to the evening trip to the mountains.

At night, a slightly thin figure slipped out of the Chongyang Palace and quietly ran to the back mountain of Zhongnan Mountain.

"Senior Xiao, junior Yang Guo asks to see you!" Yang Guo bowed slightly towards the distance, and said respectfully, he still remembered what Xiao Tian said last night, it is not yet the time to call him Master, so he is still a senior.

"You are on time," Xiao Tian jumped down from a big tree, the moon-white robe was not stained with any dust, like a fairy.

"Senior Xiao, your wine gourd," Yang Guo respectfully handed the wine gourd to Xiao Tian.

Xiao Tian took the wine gourd and weighed it casually. It was much heavier than before, and he took off the stopper. A gourd of clear and translucent wine was exuding an attractive wine aroma.

"Good wine!" Xiao Tian took a sip, then his eyes lit up and smiled.

"Senior is satisfied," Yang Guo heard a look of joy on his face, then took out an oil-paper package from his arms and handed it to Xiao Tian: "How can you drink without good food if you have good wine? I have learned cooking skills from a chef for a few days, if the seniors don't dislike this roast chicken, you might as well try it."

After he finished speaking, he handed the oil-paper package to Xiao Tian.

"You have a heart, kid," Xiao Tian looked at the still warm oil-paper wrap and nodded lightly.

After a while, Xiao Tian looked at the chicken bones all over the ground, broke a flower branch, and said, "Well, if you eat your brat's roast chicken, if you don't show any signs of it, you will inevitably be ridiculed by others, saying that I am Xiao Tian. Stingy. Then I'll teach you a sword move, boy, watch it!"

After speaking, Xiao Tian's temperament suddenly changed. If the previous Xiao Tian gave people a feeling of being out of the dust, then the current Xiao Tian seems to be a sharp sword unsheathed!

"This style of swordsmanship has no name. It is what I summed up from Xiaoyao School's martial arts Guizangjian. You can use thousands of methods, and I will break them with one sword!"

As the voice fell, Xiao Tian moved!

Like a fleeting shadow, the whole person disappeared in place in an instant, and the flower branch in his hand pointed out and stabbed directly at Yang Guo's eyebrow.

Obviously it was such a straight thorn, but Yang Guo felt that the vital parts of his body were shrouded in this flower branch, causing the hairs on his entire body to stand on end, and cold sweat constantly seeping out from his forehead.

What a horrible swordsmanship!

Yang Guo's heart was filled with turbulent waves. Although he did not learn any martial arts moves from Zhao Zhijing, he was the adopted son of Ouyang Feng after all, and he had spent some time on Peach Blossom Island.

He has seen Huang Rong's Jade Xiao swordsmanship, which is handsome and elegant, but has hidden murderous intentions; he has also seen Zhao Zhijing's Quanzhen swordsmanship, which has subtle changes. Although Zhao Zhijing has not practiced it to the fullest, it is still powerful.

I even saw Qiu Chuji practicing swords by chance, and stabbed eighteen swords in a row. Three; but he has never seen such a terrifying swordsmanship, pointing directly to the vital points of the whole body, without giving people the slightest chance to breathe!

The sword-like flower branch stayed at the center of Yang Guo's eyebrows, and an icy and biting feeling came from the center of his eyebrows, making Yang Guo feel as if he would be pierced by this flower branch in the next moment, and he would die on the spot!

"Boy, do you understand?"