Looking at Yang Gan, the young man was very funny and felt that the rumors were unreliable. The person in front of him did not look like a famous general in the world.

He is just a child who is praised as a child, he is nothing more than a little taller than his peers and is wearing strange armor.

Yang Gan still put his helmet on the ground and untied his armor one by one.

The moment the parts of the armor come into contact with the ground.

The muffled sound of "bang bang bang bang~~~!" kept coming.

The young man's eyes shrank violently, "Impossible, how could it be so heavy."

Afu is reliable in doing things. It is not difficult to find someone who knows the Central Plains martial arts skills among more than 400 people, but he has been carefully screened.

Yang Gan also scooped out a few spoonfuls of cold water from the cart and poured it on his body. With the alternation of cold and heat, the blood vessels contracted rapidly, which is quite good for the body, provided that the body can withstand it.

He wiped his face with a towel, looked at the young man, and said lightly, "What's your name? Where are you? Which school of knowledge is proficient in?"

The young man bowed and said, "The master of the county magistrate, the student Lian Zhen, and the natives of Shang Guo, he studied Mohism. He was not proficient, but he just understood it a little."

Yang Gan raised his eyebrows and looked at Lian Zhen. He saw that he was 7 and a half feet tall, three inches long and short bearded, and his face was sallow.

"Mo's? Haha~~~!" Yang Gan refused to comment. He had just seen the Mo's skills. As for the theory, those who could be eliminated by the great era must have their own great flaws.

"In theory, the food in the village is not bad, why are you looking sallow? If the servants are not attentive to serve you, just tell me."

Yang Gan threw away the towel, and the mistress who was waiting outside ran over and pushed the cart out.

Lian Zhen shook his head, "The food in the village is very good. I am ashamed of the poor and there are no meat and fish in the family for many years, so my face turned pale."

Yang Gan suddenly realized and comforted him, "If you live with me for a month or two, your face will immediately turn rosy. I dare not say anything else, meat and corn tubes are enough."

After finishing homework, Yang Gan stepped directly to the topic.

"Since I joined the army, I have learned martial arts in the army and a fighting technique that came from the distant West, but I have no research on the martial arts in the Central Plains. Are you interested in teaching me? By the way, I will open my eyes."

Everyone lifts the flower sedan chair, and good words will always make people feel comfortable. In addition, with the current status, I lower my body. I believe this person will definitely not keep a hand.

Lian Zhen was indeed surprised, "Sir, you are too modest, why don't you practice it?"

"Okay, choose the weapons on the weapon rack at will."

“Yes~!”

Lian Zhen found an iron sword about one meter long on the weapon stand, and after drawing it out, he shone coldly.

He widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Is this sword actually hanging here?"

"No matter what your martial arts practice is today, this sword~~~ I'll give it to you." Yang Gan showed a smile on his face.

In my heart, I kept complaining, "It's just a local bun, just an ordinary product."

"Really?"

"Let's get started."

"I'm so ugly."

Lian Zhen drew out his sword, and after pointing a sword, he swung it quickly. The sword moves were moving, and it opened and closed.

Yang Gan's eyes were filled with light. His swordsmanship was not only pleasing to the eye, but also able to go to the battlefield. It was far better than the kind of flowery aura in his previous life.

After some exercise, Lian Zhen wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Sir, how about it?"

Yang Gan was not stingy with his praise at all. "Yes, the sword moves are very open, but there is no iron-blooded energy. It seems that you have never been on the battlefield."

"Shame, the three sons and two brothers in the family have already gone to the battlefield.

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"Oh? Any position of your two brothers in the army?"

Lian Zhen was in a low mood and said in a deep voice, "Big brother died in the war with Liao Kingdom, and second brother... died in the war with Xia Kingdom."

Yang Gan was silent.

"Do you hate Xia Kingdom?"

"I used to hate it, but now I don't hate it."

“Why?”

"No matter who fights, we are the ordinary Guizhou leaders who are injured~~~!"

Yang Gan sneered, Shang Guo’s army was nothing but Err. With such a sense of understanding, strong combat power was just a passion.

"Who is your master?"

Lian Zhen twitched the corner of his mouth, "Actually, I just lied. I thought he was a master. In fact, it was just a few that he had pointed me out in his spare time. I was not qualified to be his apprentice."

Yang Gan said in surprise, "Come on, let's talk, who is so handsome?"

"Shangguo, Jiandao Palace, Jiansao, Long Daoyuan."

Yang Gan frowned, "Why haven't I heard of this person's name? Isn't he famous?"

"Sir, the sword saint is famous all over the world, but you are obsessed with the battlefield. He is very famous between the king and the golfer, and has never failed to make a defeat since his debut."

Lian Zhen said as he couldn't help but look respectful on his face.

Yang Gan picked up a wooden sword from the weapon stand and threw it to him, holding a wooden knife in his hand.

"Bibi?"

"Okay!" Lian Zhen also showed an excited expression.

The wooden knife was too light, Yang Gan held it with one hand, inheriting the style of the army. Seeing that Lian Zhen was ready, he directly bullied himself and slashed at him gently.

During the first two moves, Lian Zhen was stunned. When he hit the attack with such a strong force, the wooden sword almost couldn't hold it.

After forcibly calming down, I began to fight back.

The two of them went back and forth, no matter how Lian Zhen attacked, Yang Gan could block or dodge with extremely simple moves.

After more than a hundred moves, Yang Gan took two steps back and signaled that it was over.

Lian Zhen wiped the sweat from his forehead and bowed in admiration, "Sir, my martial arts skills are unparalleled, and the students admire it."

Yang Gan looked at Lian Zhen playfully and nodded, "No, each move is smoothly connected and the reaction is very fast. The most important thing is that the focus point on your sword tip is very accurate."

"I can feel that at least half of your moves aimed at my collarbone. How can you practice it? Is it so good to be accurate?"

Yang Gan was also puzzled. No matter how good the martial arts in the army were, they were just good at killing people.

If you can have better accuracy, you can not only save your energy, but you can even find the key points in the gaps in the enemy's armor and attack.

Yang Gan is powerful, so he doesn't have to consider issues such as martial arts on the battlefield, just block, avoid, and slash.

But no one thinks that their martial arts skills are enough and they can find better kung fu, so they are naturally interested.

"Sir, I'm just a trick. I know that among the powerful people, there are some swordsmen who can draw people's vital points within a hundred tricks, and they can't be defended."

Interest suddenly came to my eyes, "Then teach me."

Lian Zhen glanced at the wooden knife in Yang Gan's hand and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Sir, you are using a knife, I only know sword skills, why don't you wear a sword? The literati and officials have always used swords as a ritual."

Yang Gan looked at the wooden knife in his hand, "I don't care about swords. As long as it is a weapon and can successfully kill the enemy, it is a good weapon. Compared to swords, I like swords more."

Lian Zhen was also curious about "Why?"

"The sword is the supreme of all soldiers, symbolizing status, and great scholars

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Everyone loves to wear it. Swords will make people respect me. I love swords. Swords can make people afraid, and..."

Yang Gan grinned, "Don't you think it's more efficient to chop people with a knife?"

Lian Zhen thought carefully and kept nodding, "It's reasonable."

"Sir, I don't know much about practicing sword skills. When the Sword Saint taught me, he just pierced a point on the tree."

"Tell me that if you stab the sword five hundred times a day, when will you stab five hundred times a sword? If there is no mistake, you will be the first to get started."

Yang Gan was stunned. Why did this sound so familiar? Could it be that the elder Mu Qing said was the sword saint?

But this name is quite high-quality, Long Daoyuan? Could it be that he is a relative of the awesome Cras Long Aotian?

Yang Gan looked around and found a weapon stand. After clearing the weapons on it, he drew a mark on the horizontal stand of the stand.

He kept chopping with the wooden knife, exerting force with both hands, but lifting the weight easily, and he always just let the wooden knife touch the shelf.

It was quite accurate at the beginning, but it started to be crooked after more than a dozen slashes. When I was anxious, the chop would be even more inaccurate.

After dozens of knifes, Yang Gan twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling impatient, and couldn't help but add some force to his hands.

"Scratch~!"

The wooden knife and the horizontal frame were cut off instantly.

Yang Gan closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and looked at Lian Zhen, "Did you really practice like this?"

Looking at the thick horizontal frame cut off by Yang Gan, Lian was shocked and shocked, with great force.
To be continued...