Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 112 Draw the sword?No, just use your mouth

Ying Zige suddenly laughed.

This kid Wei Zhuang, if he disagrees with him, he will fight with others.

Are you the kind of person who likes to fight and kill?
I came here today just to talk to him about an important matter.

Unexpectedly, he drew his sword on the spot.

That being the case...

Ying Zige smiled mysteriously, then shook his head slightly: "I didn't come here to compete with you."

"It's not a sword competition, is it to discuss with me how to play the piano? Husband, I don't believe you have such leisure and elegance."

Wei Zhuang smiled coldly, his face full of disbelief.

According to the legend, the thirteenth son is a very cunning and vicious person.

Otherwise, Ying Zheng would not be persuaded to use hundreds of thousands of civilians to build a shitty city wall.

This kid is obviously much bigger than himself.

So no matter what, be on guard against him.

"I said, can you stop calling me husband? You should call me Young Master Thirteen."

Ying Zige almost spit out old blood and died on the spot.

It would be great if these two words were called out by a beautiful woman.

That boy Wei Zhuang had a gloomy sneer on his face, and adding these two words, it was even scarier than Guigu swordsmanship.

"Young Master Thirteen, why are you here?"

Wei Zhuang frowned, obviously losing patience at this moment.

"I didn't come here to compete with you, but to teach you!" Ying Zige smiled mysteriously, with his hands behind his back, looking like an expert.

Wei Zhuang was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed loudly.

The sound was like rolling thunder, making the forest choppy.

"It is said that the thirteenth son is a top-notch waste. Every day he lies in the palace and molested the court ladies. And he has a vicious heart. I have heard many rumors about you, but I have never heard that you are a top swordsman."

"How dare you point me out?"

Wei Zhuang laughed loudly, suddenly, his face became extremely gloomy, and a murderous intent slowly appeared in his eyes.

This kid is so shameless that he actually wants to point out one of the best swordsmen in the world?
This is the greatest insult to him.

The long sword has been unsheathed, emitting a strong cold light, combined with Wei Zhuang's endless murderous aura, it even changed the color of the world.

Ying Zige couldn't help but sighed and shook his head slowly.

Why don't you believe in yourself?
I have obtained the inheritance of the sword master, not only that, but also the complete ghost valley swordsmanship.

The vertical and horizontal swords are all between his chest.

It seems that I have to show my hand a little.

"Come on." He said lightly, and even yawned at this moment.

He never liked fighting and killing.

What can be done with the mouth, can never be done with the hands...

Now, he is ready to beat the opponent with his mouth.

"Why don't you draw your sword?" Wei Zhuang just wanted to do it, but found that Ying Zige didn't intend to draw his sword at all.

And still yawning?
He suddenly flew into a rage, feeling that he had received the greatest insult in his life.

"Why should I draw my sword? I can just use my mouth to deal with you." Ying Zige said helplessly.

"What? Are you going to use your mouth to deal with me?"

Wei Zhuang's eyes widened and he looked at Ying Zige strangely.

That look clearly said, this kid must be sick, right?

"Don't doubt my IQ. My mother often said that I was the smartest kid in the village. What you can't understand doesn't mean others can't do it."

Seeing the other person's eyes, Ying Zige felt that he had been insulted like never before, so he hurriedly clarified.

"Okay! I want to see how you win with your mouth today!"

A cold light flickered in Wei Zhuang's eyes.

At this moment, I finally completely lost my patience.

Although killing a mentally retarded person is likely to be ridiculed.

But, fortunately, the other party is the notorious Thirteenth Prince.

It also makes up for this shortcoming.

It's a pity that my long sword, after being stained with the blood of the mentally retarded, must be washed in this stream for three days and three nights, otherwise, wouldn't it be disgusting?

His figure suddenly crossed the creek, and the tip of the long sword went straight to Ying Zige's throat.

Wei Zhuang had already made up his mind, and he would call it a day after the strike.

Then go to wash the sword...

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Ying Zige's body suddenly floated obliquely to the side. That posture looked very clumsy, but it was very effective.

He avoided the long sword in one fell swoop.

"Huh?" Wei Zhuang showed surprise on his face, and swept his long sword across.

The ghost valley swordsmanship was instantly condensed on the long sword, bursting out pieces of light as dazzling as moonlight.

It was Ying Zige who was enveloped directly.

However, Ying Zige dodged left and right, and his movements were very strange.

This long sword that was as fast as lightning couldn't hurt him at all.

hiss!
Wei Zhuang took a deep breath, at this moment he no longer dared to underestimate the opponent, he held his breath and focused on bringing out his swordsmanship to the extreme.

For a moment, the sword light combined with the sunlight reflected from the creek, making the encirclement flicker with a burst of cold light.

"Hoohoo!"

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Zhuang took a few steps back, sweat dripping down his forehead.

He couldn't even keep his breathing steady.

"This! How is this possible? Why can you avoid all my sword skills?" He stared at Ying Zige with wide eyes, as if he had seen the most amazing thing in the world.

Didn't you agree that the thirteenth son is a waste?

Didn't you say that he has no cultivation?
Why did it suddenly become so powerful?

At this moment, he no longer dared to underestimate Ying Zige, he only felt that Ying Zige was full of mysterious aura.

Ying Zige smiled, but said nothing.

Correct!
Just pretend to be mysterious.

Only when it is mysterious to a certain extent can it arouse the interest of the other party.

As long as the other party is interested, your goal can be achieved.

After being silent for a while, Ying Zige felt that the mysterious atmosphere he created was similar, so he smiled slightly: "Wei Zhuang, although your Ghost Valley swordsmanship is exquisite, it still lacks some essence. If you can make up for this essence , your swordsmanship can become complete."

"What are you? How dare you comment on my Ghost Valley swordsmanship?" Wei Zhuang said coldly.

"It seems that you may be proud of your Ghost Valley swordsmanship. It's a pity that the swordsmanship that you think is incomparably exquisite is full of loopholes in my eyes."

"For example, when you make your first move, the essence of that move is not to seek speed, because it is not a sure-to-kill swordsmanship. Its real function is to suppress momentum, so it must be domineering, not the speed. important."

"It's a pity that the trick you used is indeed very clear, but after all, it lacks the original charm."

Ying Zige said lightly with his hands behind his back.

Awakened from the inheritance of the sword master, Guigu swordsmanship is in his body.

Therefore, he can see the loopholes in the opponent's sword technique at a glance.

Coupled with a bit of trickery, Wei Zhuang's eyes lit up immediately, and he fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)