Nanjun!

At the Li Jianwu Pavilion, the red lacquer door is open at this moment.

I could vaguely see more than 30 apprentices inside the martial arts hall, wearing a blue shirt and holding a wooden sword in their hands, and slowly practicing sword skills.

Yang Qifeng was standing in front of everyone with his hands on his back. He said, "Li Jian's sword technique is originally a secret that I have never passed on to in my Li family."

"But thirty years ago, my grandfather was moved by the stupidity of the world and did not understand the essence of swordsmanship. He specially taught Li Jian's swordsmanship in Nanjun."

"You are apprentices from the martial arts school, and you are learning Li Jian's entry-level sword technique,"

"After three years of apprenticeship, if you perform well, you will be able to become a disciple of the martial arts school and learn the true Li Jian sword technique,"

Yang Qifeng said one by one, his identity in this world is the eldest son of Li Jianwu. He is twenty-seven years old this year, and the Li Jian sword technique is perfect.

He already has the first-level level of the imperial swordsmanship. It is of course a good thing to be an ordinary person, so he directly mastered this swordsmanship.

But for him, this first-level swordsmanship is simply dispensable.

Although he had never majored in swordsmanship, he had also learned a lot. He had the middle-grade Taoist Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, so of course it was impossible for him to know nothing about swordsmanship.

This world is a test of him. The use of this plane energy meter is consumed every time, and this time it is of course a loss to use it on him.

If it were ordinary forces, of course, it would be to exploit him and let him perform some kind of mission, but for the empire, it was just a cultivation.

Just like a fighter pilot, the cost of cultivating a driver exceeds that of a fighter, so when they encounter danger, it is better to save their lives than anything else.

"Senior Brother!" A martial arts disciple walked to Yang Qifeng and said softly: "Master is looking for you!"

"Practice well and don't relax. Laziness is your biggest enemy," Yang Qifeng explained, and he began to follow the martial arts disciple to the backyard behind.

At this moment, the owner of Li Jianwu Pavilion in the backyard, his cheap father in this life, stood with his back to him, and the breeze blew his clothes constantly shaking, which was like a master of his generation.

However, he knew that this person's background was only at the second level of swordsmanship.

In this world where the third level is considered a master, he is still a good player in his generation.

"Lier, go back and prepare some money. Leave immediately while the night is falling tonight. Nanjun should not come back again," said Li Guanzhu, turning around and speaking in a deep voice.

"After leaving, go to the north, where it has been arranged in advance, and the surname Li can no longer be used. Change it to Chen, just call it Chen Li,"

"List,"

"You remnants of the Fang family, even if you are the King of Changes, I can smell your surname as soon as I smell it."

Along with a rough sound, there was a loud noise behind it.

The door of the backyard was kicked open, and a fat man with a big waist strode in. His belly was raised, his body was full of fat, and his clothes were relatively short, which only covered half of his belly, and his belly button was exposed.

Fat meat continued to shake with him as he walked, and his fat face showed extremely small facial features, especially those pair of eyes, which were like peanuts.

He held a giant sword in his wide palm. The giant sword was about one meter and two meters long and was one foot wide. It was said that the sword was almost rushing to the upper panel.

The giant sword was not sharp enough, and he resisted it on his left shoulder.

"Wen Tianzhuo, the giant sword, I didn't expect that even the swordsmen who have been famous for many years are all the bad guys of the Wang family," Li Guanzhuo's face looked ugly. Both of them are second-level, but there are differences in height. He is just an ordinary second-level, so how can he be the opponent of Wen Tianzhuo who is so famous all over the world.

"Li'er escapes quickly and find a place to hide his identity. Li Jian's sword technique must not be used again," said the owner of the hall, and he took a step and intercepted Wen Tianzhuo.

With a clang, a three-foot long sword was unsheathed.

He held the sword and stabbed it, which was the sting in Li Jian's sword technique. This sword was not fancy at all, and it was about speed. The faster you move, the stronger the power of this sword will be.

Wen Tianzhuo sneered, his smile was extremely terrifying, and the fat on his mouth kept trembling, as if he was about to fall down.

The giant sword against the shoulder straddled and broke the thrust sword.

With a jingle, the three-foot long sword suddenly bent, and Lord Li was directly counterattacked by this force and took three steps backwards in a row.

Blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth and had been severely damaged.

"So fast, Wen Tianzhuo's light spirit sword goes a step further. It seems that it is not far from breaking through to the Grandmaster realm,"

"With your strength, you will be driven by the Wang family. It seems that the Wang family has a great plan,"

In the distance, on a wall, there are two figures standing at this moment.

They stood straight, like a spear, exuding a sharp temperament, and their eyes were staring at the scene in front of them.

"This Pavilion Master Li is not a match for Wen Tianzhuo. It seems that he will die. However, Mei Changtian has not escaped yet and has stood there motionless. This is frightened by being silly. The quality of citizens of this generation of the empire is worrying," said the man in blue.

"Good, not panic in fear, that's great,"

"The empire has been through a long life. How can Mei Nagata experience such a scene?" a man in blue shirt beside him preached.

"If he hadn't had a good talent, he would have been level 2 only at fifteen this year, and would have been expected to be level 4 in the future. He would also be the mainstay of the plane expedition team. With this performance, I would not have allowed him to pass the trial."

"It's the first time, and it's okay to have a bad reaction. Just experience it a few more times. The key is that you have enough qualifications. You can make up for it if you become a fourth-level in the future. But if you lack the qualifications, you will have no hope for the fourth-level in your lifetime," the man in the blue shirt said nice words.

"How can I not know this? But I will not give him any excuses. At most, it is only a good person," the man in blue shook his head slightly. He looked at the situation of the battle and spoke to the man in blue. "It is no longer realistic to expect Mei Nagata to escape by himself."

"After a while, you secretly help Mei Nagata with his strength. He has good talent and cannot die here. Give him a buffer time. If he chases him in the future, he will still be so unbearable. Even if he has good talent, his temperament is not suitable for the plane expedition team."

“The empire doesn’t have so many resources to waste on such waste.”

The two thought that no one heard their words, but they didn't know that they all fell into Yang Qifeng's ears. According to his personality, they should be as swaying as light, but at this moment they had to show their ferociousness.

He didn't have much time to delay. He watched Master Li spewing out blood. He couldn't help but step forward, reach out and grab the sword in Master Li's hand and said, "I have been practicing sword for ten years, raising swords for ten years, and have achieved great success in swords. I have entered the realm of a master,"

"It's a pity that only seven years have passed since the sword is raised, and there are still three years left. I have to make an exception today!"
Chapter completed!