Chapter 1005 Sword Practice
“Didn’t you hear me?”
Xu Ruoying walked over and grabbed Feng Lin’s shoulders.
"Really not."
Feng Lin shook his head and pointed to the Lan River in the distance, "Mr. Lan is here."
"Lan...Hello, Mr. Lan!"
Xu Ruoying still knows etiquette.
In front of outsiders, you must give yourself enough face as a man.
“Oh, it seems successful.”
Lan He nodded, “If you encounter trouble in the future, just run away to me. You and Xiaorou have grown up since childhood. We are all one family.”
"Thank you, Mr. Lan."
Xu Ruoying lowered her head, turned and left.
“That’s right.”
Lan He suddenly stood up holding the water glass, “I taught you a trick last time, but I’m bored now.”
“Okay! Thank you. Old man Lan.”
Feng Lin smiled and rubbed his hands. Since Lan He was so strong, the tricks he taught must be the same.
Lan He glanced at the yard, "Let's forget it here. Are there ruins over there?"
"Yes."
Feng Lin nodded.
“Go to your side.”
Lan He walked over here holding a glass of water.
Feng Lin gave way first and let Lan He walk in front.
Lan He stepped on the formation and disappeared here.
Feng Lin also left.
The two appeared in the villa, and Lan He noticed Chi Jinghong on the sofa at a glance.
"Good guy, you hide everything."
Lan He smiled and took a sip of water. He gently closed his eyes, "There are many masters, but facing Xu Xianfan, they are far behind."
“That’s why I rely on you.”
Feng Lin followed Lan He with a smile.
The two left the villa together, and Xu Ruoying and Jinguji Akihui followed them.
Only Chi Jinghong was still sitting there, looking at Lan He's back in disbelief.
This old man...
“This is the ruins where I currently live.”
Feng Lin smiled and pointed around.
“Not bad.”
Lan He nodded slightly.
In the distance, Shangguan Fugui, who was playing chess with Meng Changsheng, glanced here casually.
He was suddenly stunned and his body trembled with excitement, "Are you...Mr. Lan?"
Lan He turned around and looked at Shangguan Fugui with a confused expression.
"Mr. Lan! It's me, rich!"
Shangguan Fugui ran over excitedly and knelt down on his knees, "Fugui, see Mr. Lan!"
Seeing this scene, the first person to be shocked was Jinguji Qiuhui on the side.
Shangguan Fugui can be considered half of her master, and she knows Shangguan Fugui’s strength well.
He is also very arrogant. When he sees any master, he wants to go up and have a try.
Never be timid.
But when he saw this old man, he was kneeling on his knees.
How is this possible?
Meng Changsheng was also shocked.
Shangguan Fugui has been his friend for many years and knows his temper best.
The old man in front of him may be the only person who makes him fall to the ground.
"It turns out to be wealth. I dare not admit it no matter what. It's been so many years."
Lan He smiled and waved his hands, "Get up, you are an old man, why should you kneel down?"
< br>"Sir, like my mentor, let me be a gangster who is being hunted. Blood, I have the strength to protect myself."
Shangguan Fugui kowtowed to Lan He three times before standing up, "You are like a new person to me, I never had the chance to thank you."
Feng Linkan. Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but think of Xu Xianfan's words.
In terms of appeal, Ji Guangling is far inferior to Lan He.
He could tell something from what he saw in front of him.
If Lan He wants to kill anyone, Shangguan Fugui will definitely be there.
"It's not as serious as you said. You are a good seedling. I can't help but give you a few hints."
Lan He smiled and cast his eyes on Meng Changsheng, "You are the one. The second master Feng Lin talks about, right?”
"Hello, senior, I am Meng Changsheng."
Meng Changsheng smiled and cupped his hands.
“I am Lan He.”
While speaking, Lan He took another sip of wolfberry water.
"Lanhe?"
Meng Changsheng remembered that Feng Lin mentioned this name last time. Ask him if he knows him.
It turned out to be this person, but he really didn’t know him.
“Qizong, Sword Emperor.”
Shangguan Fugui reminded from the side.
"Fuck! Lan Tianhe!"
Meng Changsheng's heart stirred up huge waves, it turned out to be the legendary Sword Emperor.
The only Supreme Elder of Qi Zong.
It can be said that it is the object of longing in the hearts of all those who fight with weapons today.
But he became famous too early, and many people felt that he was not a contemporary.
For example, Meng Changsheng's generation.
The name I have heard the most is Ji Guangling.
When he mentioned Lan He, and the name was missing one character, he didn’t even think of Sword Emperor.
"Okay, all of you, follow me. I'm going to teach Feng Lin a move, and you guys should learn it together."
Lan He walked towards the grassland in the distance.
Not just the people here.
Chi Jinghong and Chi Qing in the villa also jumped to the roof of the villa to observe.
Lan He held the water glass with both hands, and four ice swords appeared around his body.
“The White Emperor’s Holy Sword?”
Feng Lin asked in shock.
"No, you misunderstood one thing. The White Emperor's Holy Sword is a skill, not a sword."
Lan He drank water, "You said that when you are fighting, these swords can only assist , This is such a pity, come and attack me."
"Old man Lan, you have to think carefully."
An ice sword also condensed in Feng Lin's hand.
“Hurry up.”
Lan He rolled his eyes.
“Then I’m here!”
Feng Lin quickly rushed towards Lanhe, his speed was extremely fast.
The figure keeps attacking Lan He from all directions and everywhere.
But Lan He only controlled an ice sword, and Feng Lin was blocked every time.
The key was that during Feng Lin's attack, Lan He drank a few sips of wolfberry water from time to time.
For dozens of seconds, the only thing Feng Lin Bingjian touched was the ice sword.
"The defense is impeccable, especially the attack from behind. I blocked it without even looking."
Meng Changsheng was shocked.
“Okay.”
Lan He said to Feng Lin, "I only control one sword, and the other three are useless, right?"
"Yes, that's how I am. Once I fight seriously, I can't be distracted and control the rest." Sword."
Feng Lin nodded.
“Come on, keep attacking me, this time I will use an extra hand.”
Lan He said to Feng Lin.
"Okay!"
Feng Lin rushed towards Lanhe again, one of the ice swords continuing to defend as before.
Suddenly, the other one also moved.
The long sword came straight down from behind Feng Lin, and Feng Lin immediately dodged.
Just as he continued to attack Lan He, he found that the ice sword was attacking again from behind.
He had to turn around and resist.
As he resisted this sword, another struck from behind again.
Brush!
Feng Lin flashed outside, "What's going on? This feeling of dissonance?"
"Fugui, what did you find?"
Lan He looked at Shangguan Fugui.
"Sir, Fugui is stupid." Shangguan Fugui scratched his head.
“Feng Lin, attack me again.”
Lan He continued.
Feng Lin immediately ducked behind Lan He, leaned over and chopped off his legs.
At this time, an ice sword defended Feng Lin, and another ice sword also slashed Feng Lin's legs from behind.
“I understand!”
Feng Lin flashed out again, shocked, “This sword is imitating my attack!”
“That’s it.”
Shangguan Fugui's eyes widened, "One sword is used for defense, and the other sword is used to learn the opponent's attack. How wonderful!"
"Yes, this makes up for not being half-hearted. After all, at our level, we don't need to think when we imitate the opponent's attacks."
Meng Changsheng also said.
Feng Lin was also secretly shocked, he was indeed the Sword Emperor.
This is not a technique at all, just some tips, but it can have such an effect.
(End of this chapter)