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Xue Meng said: "How can that be? Go fast, my blade will hurt you."

"You can't hurt me."

Xue Meng became a little impatient, and clicked his tongue: "Then I reminded you, if you get injured later, I won't take care of you." The voice fell, and the saber was pulled out, and Longcheng let out a loud cry. Like a snake diving into an abyss, it rises up on the clouds, piercing the sky and screaming.

In an instant, the light and shadow in the forest were mottled, and the sword energy was like a rainbow. Xue Meng danced the Dragon City into an afterimage while the bamboo leaves were flying, and with one chop, a bamboo leaf was broken into ten strands. The leaves are falling. One point, one stab, one touch, one stroke, everything is like flowing wind returning to snow, all done in one go.

His sharp sword skills, let alone a five-year-old boy, even a fifty-year-old Daxiu would praise him when he saw it.

But after Xue Meng's ten-style dance, the child sitting on the stone still licked his leaves, it seems that there is nothing to see in front of him, let alone nothing to be surprised about.

Xue Meng was a little angry, took the knife away, jumped down from the top of the bamboo forest, and fell lightly in front of Chu Wanning.

"child."

"..."

"Hey kid, what about you?"

Chu Wanning put down the bamboo leaves, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at him expressionlessly: "What? Your master didn't teach you to be polite when talking to people? Don't just say hello. I have a name."

"I don't care what your name is." Xue Meng originally wanted to speak well, but when he heard him speak, he was thorny, and suddenly lost his temper, "Go aside for me, you can see it too, swords don't have eyes, Be careful that I will cut off your head with a knife."

Chu Wanning said casually: "You can't even avoid my head, what are you practicing?"

"You!" Xue Meng has never been bumped into this way since he was a child, not to mention that the other party is still a junior disciple who is not as high as his thigh, and he is suddenly embarrassed and annoyed, and he said angrily, "You talk to me like this? ,Do you know who I am?"

Chu Wanning glanced at him lightly: "Who are you?"

"...I am the young master at the pinnacle of life and death." Xue Meng was almost suffocated, "You don't even know this?"

Chu Wanning smiled slightly, and the smile on his original face would look very mocking, but now on this childish and cute face, it is even more mocking.

"Young master, not honored master. Why do you have to know."

"You, you, what are you talking about?"

"Put down your airs and practice your sword hard."

After Chu Wanning finished speaking, she lowered her slender eyelashes, and slowly blew the bamboo leaves, and the slow music sounded like catkins in the wind, tossing and sinking.

Xue Meng was really going to be pissed off, and he yelled loudly, and he was so excited with a child. But no matter how angry he was, he didn't want to hit the child, so he had no choice but to fly into the forest, slashing and slashing. In an instant, the forest fell down, and he danced a fierce and dangerous sword technique in this empty melody.

His knife was fast and ruthless, with the light of the knife flashing, the tips of dozens of green bamboos were cut into blunt thorns. If you hit the enemy, these blunt thorns should be sharp needles that cut hairs and hairs, but teach the junior disciples under your sect, just go as far as you can.

Hundreds of blunt thorns fell straight towards Chu Wanning, and seeing that he was about to hurt someone, Xue Meng sprinted, ready to fall with light work, and took this ignorant little disciple to avoid it.

He didn't really want to hurt the child, he just wanted to scare him. Unexpectedly, at the same time as he flew down, the child stopped playing, flicked the tender green bamboo leaves with his fingertips, and the thin bamboo leaves instantly shattered into hundreds of filaments at his fingertips.

Almost instantly, the hundred strands of filaments precisely struck the falling blunt thorn.

The wind seemed to stagnate.

Chu WanNing stood up, and at the same time, the blunt thorns around him instantly turned into powder.

Ashes!

Xue Meng was stunned, standing where he was, his face was blue and red, and he couldn't speak half a word.

The childish little boy in front of him raised his eyelashes, and the silver-blue disciple uniform fluttered. He smiled at Xue Meng: "Are you still coming?"

Xue Meng: "..."

"The sword is fierce, but it has no rules. It's too impetuous."

Xue Meng opened his mouth and closed it again.

Chu Wanning said: "Come back from the spirit bird pose just now, you dance again according to my song, I will finish one section, and you will finish one style, you can't go any faster."

Being pointed out by a child like this, Xue Meng's face became even uglier. He bit his lip and froze. Chu Wanning didn't urge him, just waited on the side, waiting for Xue Meng to put down his body for the sake of practice, and would rather listen to a The words of half-grown children.

After waiting for a while, Xue Meng suddenly stomped his feet in frustration, swung his sword, turned and left.

Chu Wanning saw him leaving in anger, his expression was slightly dim. Xindao, it is a pity that Xue Meng can't be taught with an open mind...

However, before he could finish thinking, he saw him picking up a branch on the ground, and turning around, he said in a bad tone, "Well, then I'll use the branch, just in case I hit you."

Chu Wanning paused, with a smile on his lips, he nodded and said: "Okay."

Xue Meng picked a bamboo leaf for him, wiped it clean, and handed it to him: "Hey, little brother, here you are."

In this way, he becomes a "child" and becomes a "little brother"?

Chu Wanning gave him a funny look, took the leaf, sat back on the stone again, and slowly woke up. Xue Meng has a quick temper, and there is a part of the move in this saber technique, which is a side-sweeping move in the air.

When turning around in the middle, stab six times in a row, and then chop again. However, Xue Meng always couldn't grasp the speed, and often stabbed more than ten times in a row before hitting a blow, and that blow had missed the best time.

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