Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 123 Afraid you'll get hurt, please don't hold back.

"I'm not afraid of getting hurt myself, but I'm afraid of my sixth senior brother getting hurt."

"It's alright that I was defeated by Senior Sister Xiaolan just now. But if I were to be defeated by my sword again, it would be far too embarrassing."

Lu Wubing said with a helpless expression.

"Ha ha……"

The young disciples watching were overjoyed, as if it were New Year's Day.

He thought to himself, "This junior brother who just started is handsome, funny, and very capable."

On his first attempt, he passed all four levels in one go, which is truly awe-inspiring.

What's most impressive is that a single sentence nearly made the sixth senior brother vomit blood, his face turning as red as if it had been dyed, yet he couldn't retaliate.

It's very comfortable.

"How long have you been practicing swordsmanship, and how much internal strength do you have? Instead of learning the good things, you're just as arrogant as your junior sister."

Yuan Fei's expression turned cold, and his words became sharp.

"Let me, your senior brother, see just what kind of swordsmanship you used to conquer four levels of the Sword Gate."

As he spoke, Yuan Fei didn't want to wait any longer. The more he looked at this pretty boy, the more he disliked him.

Isn't it unfair for a grown man to look like that?

Why don't you become a duck?

With a single thrust, the sword split into two layers of light and shadow.

The first sword strike was powerful and fierce, while the second was extremely sinister and unpredictable.

The sword strikes, one yin and one yang, intertwined and swirled, already slashing diagonally towards Lu Wubing's shoulder.

This time, Yuan Fei learned from his sword fight with Ouyang Lan and immediately used his signature [Tianxuan Sword], showing no mercy whatsoever.

He wanted to teach this arrogant junior brother a lesson as quickly and severely as possible, to make him understand the hierarchy within the sect and the principle that loose lips sink ships.

"Snapped……"

The two sword shadows, one bright and one dark, were still lingering in everyone's eyes when they heard a crisp, resounding sound.

The swift and powerful Tianxuan sword move was slammed to the ground by the sword, just like a hen that had just taken flight.

No, it was gently slapped aside by a blue-black sword sheath and swept to the side.

As a result, the sixth senior brother, Yuan Fei, suddenly opened the gates of emptiness, inviting in thieves.

"It was actually a sword sheath."

"He didn't draw his sword..."

"How could that be? Sixth Senior Brother's swordsmanship is like a child playing around; he easily deflected it."

There was an uproar all around.

Even someone with poor eyesight could tell at this moment that Lu Wubing was using one of the Thirteen Basic Swords, "Autumn Leaves in the Hall," which, to put it bluntly, is the Intercepting Sword.

With a combination of interception and sweeping, like sweeping away leaves, Yuan Fei's brilliant offensive moves were completely shattered.

For a moment, the sixth senior brother opened his arms, revealing his chest and throat, his face full of astonishment.

He never imagined things would turn out this way.

Lu Wubing chuckled and said, "Your swordsmanship is poor, your internal strength is weak, your lower body is weak, and your reactions are slow. What are you trying to do by comparing swords? If you really encounter a master, aren't you just asking for trouble?"

As he spoke, Lu Wubing, sword still sheathed, flicked his sword back and struck Yuan Fei's left ankle.

call……

Yuan Fei lost his footing and balance, tumbled to the side, and fell heavily to the ground.

First, his shoulder hit the ground, and then his face fell to the ground.

His face was covered in dust, looking gray and grimy.

"..."

There was silence.

All the disciples fell silent, their eyes filled with strange expressions.

Unexpectedly.

This is the outcome that can occur during a sword fight.

"Is Senior Brother alright? It's all my fault for not having enough control over my sword techniques."

Lu Wubing looked anxious.

He stepped forward, intending to help his sixth senior brother up. Yuan Fei half-scrambled to his feet, still feeling dazed and weak all over. The gazes around him felt like swords, making him feel utterly ashamed.

Suddenly, a hand reached out in front of me.

He stared blankly at the hand, his gaze fixed on Lu Wubing's dark blue scabbard. He burst into tears on the spot, covered his face, and hurriedly left the Sword-Asking Platform, running into the mountains.

That was a brutal blow. The opponent hadn't even drawn his sword; he just flicked it a couple of times, and he ended up falling face-first into the mud.

His internal strength and swordsmanship were completely unusable.

Why should I learn swordsmanship?

Thinking back to the boast he had made earlier, and how he had wanted to teach the other party a lesson, now he realized it was all a joke.

He broke down on the spot and couldn't stay where he was.

"Junior Brother's swordsmanship is indeed good, but isn't your attack a bit too ruthless? Sixth Junior Brother is a straightforward person with no ill intentions, so why do you have to humiliate him like this?"

Yue Lingfeng's face was frosty when he suddenly spoke.

"Is it too harsh to just make him fall? Or should we say that Junior Brother should have drawn his sword instead of using the scabbard?"

Lu Wubing chuckled and drew his sword.

He added, "Originally, I thought that my sixth senior brother had been on the mountain for eight years, practicing the Heavenly River Orthodox Method, and had even opened up the eight meridians, making his internal strength profound."

Even if he's not great, he should at least be able to withstand a few of my attacks. But, I never expected... I was wrong.

So, your sixth senior brother can make sarcastic and sarcastic remarks, and my slight retaliation is considered too harsh.

There's no such saying in the world.

However, since the other party is the senior disciple, we should still give him face and just go along with him.

I feel that my swordsmanship has not improved at all since I just sparred with Yuan Fei. The gap between us is too big, and it was not worth the effort.

That's worse than going back to practice alone...

I only need 100,000 more sword strikes to break through; I can't afford to waste any more time.

"Your morning practice should be over by now, Junior Brother, you should go back to your cultivation."

"Wait a minute, we're already here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Yue Lingfeng quickly called out to stop him, forcing a smile on his face.

"I see that Ninth Junior Brother's swordsmanship is exquisite and skillful. His basic swordsmanship seems to have reached the level of 'perfect mastery'."

His strikes were swift and unpredictable, like a gazelle leaping off a cliff. "Senior brother, I'm eager to test my skills; how about we spar a little?"

"So, very good."

Lu Wubing gave Yue Lingfeng a deep look, grinned, and cupped his hands, saying, "Then I thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother."

He still remembers.

When they first met at Zuihu Residence in Mingyang City, the eldest brother readily offered to teach him swordsmanship.

At that time, the young master of Shuofang Pavilion and his sixth senior brother both had expressions that said, "You're in luck, kid."

Seventh Senior Sister also mentioned this before.

It is said that the eldest brother has a unique understanding of swordsmanship and is known among his fellow disciples as "a wise and insightful person, a guiding light".

In particular, he could see the flaws in his disciples' swordsmanship and provide targeted guidance to help them improve, resulting in significant progress in their swordsmanship.

Putting aside all other messy emotions, the senior brother's skill is indeed very helpful in improving his swordsmanship.

Fight him.

At the very least, it can save me several days of practice.

Hmm, that'll save about 18,000 swords...

Thinking of this, Lu Wubing added another sentence.

"I urge you, Senior Brother, to use all your skills and show no mercy."

If you hold back, it won't serve its purpose as training. I'm not trying to belittle you, senior brother.

"it is good!"

Yue Lingfeng's expression changed, and he spat out a single word through gritted teeth.

The longsword was suddenly drawn from its sheath.

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(End of this chapter)