Eight years have passed in a blink of an eye.

In the 615th year of the Great Zhou calendar, it was September and the sun was shining.

On the side of Feixingtan, Qin Hao stood with his hands behind his back.

Now, he is elegant and elegant, with his eyes as bright as stars on his angular face.

"It has been fifteen years since I came to this world, but I have never understood why there is no cold wind and snow falling all year round, even at the coldest time, it is probably more than ten degrees!"

Qin Hao thought in his heart.

If you don't travel around the north and south, or cross the east and west, it may be difficult to find the answer.

The footsteps sounded, and he knew who was coming without turning his head.

"Senior Brother Qin!" Gongsun Wuliang was wearing a blue shirt and his long hair was simply tied behind him, and he was indescribably elegant. He came to Qin Hao and stood there, looking at the waterfall splashing, the pool was rippling, and the voice was faint, "Are you ready?"

"Junior brother, why bother with me?"

Qin Hao sighed.

"Persistence?" Gongsun Wuliang was extremely excited, "Eight years, eight years, once a month, I challenge you, but I never won. In the first two years, every time you pretended to be lucky to defeat me, which gave me an illusion. As long as I work hard, I will definitely be able to challenge you next time, and the result is that I will lose to you. As a result, I lost to you, and I have to defeat you in one game. Until now, I have never won."

"Ah... I haven't won once. I lost for eight years and had eight years of pills! Not only will you practice quickly, but Lin Xi has almost completed his meridians."

"I was almost scolded to death by my grandfather!"

Gongsun Wuliang almost jumped up.

He was really angry, hated and helpless.

"Then I'll let you win today!" Qin Hao felt a little embarrassed.

"Am I someone who can't afford to lose?" Gongsun Wuliang exhaled a breath of turbid air and returned to his calm expression. "Two years ago, Ji Feng was the first to complete the meridians and was promoted to an inner disciple. Liu Xu insisted on dragging him to advance with you, but in the end he couldn't wait, so he went to the inner sect with Jian Chen. Now, I have also complete the meridians. Where are you? It's almost done, right?"

"It's almost!" Qin Hao nodded, "Although the Xingyun Peak is monotonous, but you can practice without worries, why do you have to leave in a hurry? Is the inner gate really good?"

"At the inner gate, at least you have to be free, you don't have to be trapped here!" Gongsun Wuliang's voice rose a little bit, "At that time, you can go out at any time, walk around the world, and witness the prosperity of the world. Unlike now, if you want to go out, you have to ask for leave and have a limited time. If you don't return for a year, you will be caught by law enforcement disciples. It's so uncomfortable."

"People on the mountain yearn for the outside world, but who knows that everyone outside wants to come in very much, but they can't get in!"

Qin Hao sighed.

"What you get is always the worst!" Gongsun Wuliang drew out the long sword, "Senior Brother Qin, I only have one request today!"

"explain!"

"Don't let the water go, use all your strength!"

"That's no comparison!"

"Why?"

"I'm afraid of hitting you!"

"Strike me?" This time Gongsun Wuliang really jumped up and pointed at Qin Hao, roaring, "I have been hit by you for eight years, for eight years, are you still afraid of you for attacking?"

"I have already lost my will!"

Gongsun Wuliang forced himself to calm down.

From the age of seven to fifteen, he was really used to it.

"Okay then!" Qin Hao had no choice but to pull out the green steel sword inserted on the ground and signaled, "Let's take action!"

Sing!

Gongsun Wuliang tapped the sword with his fingers and kept screaming: "Under your oppression, I have been practicing diligently over the years and have practiced the three sword techniques to the point of great success. I want to thank you for this!"

"You are welcome!"

"Hmph! Look, I will defeat you today!"

Gongsun Wuliang said, taking the lead.

The sword light shines, like the spring breeze floating, and like the weak willow blowing in the wind, without any trace.

"The Forty-Nine Swords of the Spring Breeze Dance in the Willows, you really have a good grasp!"

Qin Hao commented, and the sword light turned around, and then he arrived first, and he used the same sword technique and the same trick.

After several seemingly dangerous collisions, Gongsun Wuliang suddenly stepped back and looked ugly: "You have actually practiced this sword technique to the level of perfection? How could it be that you have hardly practiced much before!"

He is really not calm.

In terms of swordsmanship, he admitted that he was not as good as Jian Chen, who had a sword bone, but compared to other disciples of the sect, he was not inferior to anyone.

But now, he is messy again!

The martial arts of the world can be basically divided into entry-level, small success, great success and perfection.

It is really rare that he can practice the forty-nine swords of the Fengwu Liu to great success at his age.

"One method is clear, all methods are clear!" Qin Hao smiled, "The reason why I rarely practice swords is because these basic sword techniques have no secrets in my eyes. If you practice a little, you can achieve great success and completeness!"

"You, you...!" Gongsun Wuliang really didn't know what to say, "Jian Chen couldn't do this level! Since that's the case, why didn't you tell anyone? If you said that, if you don't talk about others, even my grandfather would definitely accept you as his disciple!"

"You should know that I like to be low-key!"

"Low, no, no!" Gongsun Wuliang couldn't help but spat and said hatefully, "I don't believe it. All your sword techniques are really perfect! Take the move, Qingfeng sword technique!"

After two moves, he said angrily again: "It's actually perfect! Look at the sword, the Biwa sword technique, the Thousands of Waves!"

"It's actually perfect again! I, I want to scold people!"

"Qin Hao, take all your strength, otherwise I will hate you for the rest of my life!"

Gongsun Wuliang's seven orifices produce smoke.

"Do you really want it?"

Qin Hao was very helpless.

"I want it, I want it, I really want it!"

Gongsun Wuliang roared.

"That's good!"

Qin Hao responded, his expression becoming more serious than ever before.

Swish...!

A sword flows through the light and a turn of your wrist will lead to thousands of sword shadows.

"The 23rd Sword of the Wind Dance of the Willow, the Ninth Style of the Qingfeng Sword, the Twelfth Sword Technique of Chongyue...!"

Gongsun Wuliang stopped him and retreated, his face also changed wildly.

In just a short moment, he reported the thirty-six sword techniques used by Qin Hao. In the end, his face changed drastically, and he stood still, showing a look of despair, and kept murmuring: "The thirty-six sword techniques are picked up at will, and the lightness and weight are connected by the heart. This clearly has reached the level of clear sword heart and control in a small way!"

"The sword technique is so subtle, or it is more appropriate to have no moves than any move!" Qin Hao said, "One method is clear and all methods are clear. I have said that I have already figured out all these basic sword techniques. Combine them at will and use them at will!"

"You are so evil. I think you are more sword bones than sword bones!" Gongsun Wuliang took a long time to sigh, "It's not that I can't do it, but you are too powerful! Qin Hao, Senior Brother Qin, I have decided that I will make you my life's opponent. One day, I will surpass you and climb to the peak of martial arts!"

"I'll wait for you to chase!"

Qin Hao said with a smile.

Seeing this annoying smile, Gongsun Wuliang was furious and turned around and left. Suddenly he paused and said without looking back: "You have all your strength?"

"you guess?"

"Dog sun!"

Gongsun Wuliang shook his body, cursed, and staggered away.

"Junior brother, I haven't given my pill yet!"

"Plop!"

Gongsun Wuliang fell to bite shit.

He raised his head and cried out: Oh, is this the end of not giving votes?
Chapter completed!