"You're transported to another world at the same time? What the hell is King Arthur?"

Wang Qinian's strength is not weak. In addition to his superb lightness skill, his true qi level has also reached the eighth grade, which is far superior to Teng Zijing.

Among ordinary people.

They are already at the pinnacle.

After all, the number of ninth-rank experts above the eighth rank, even if you include the small Qing Kingdom, the number is no more than a hundred, even if you include the Northern Qi and Dongyi City.

Ordinary people would never encounter one!

Therefore, Wang Qinian was very confident and approached Zhang Tian, ​​this inexperienced young man, with the mindset of a mentor. But when they actually started to fight, he immediately felt immense pressure.

Zhang Tian was terrifyingly strong. Not only was he agile and quick at dodging, but his sword moves were also ridiculously fast. Every move was aimed at Zhang Tian's vital points, as if he had a third eye and could see every point where Zhang Tian could deflect his force.

This is not the experience of martial arts.

It is, in fact, pure martial arts talent.

The long sword followed him like a shadow.

After only a few rounds, Wang Qinian withdrew, looking utterly dejected. He waved his hands repeatedly at Zhang Tian, ​​who was trying to catch up, saying, "I'm not fighting anymore, I'm not fighting anymore! Your strength is absolutely terrifying!"

This small courtyard became a cage that confined him. In addition, the other party was a young man who didn't know his own strength. If he accidentally hurt him, he would really have to accept his bad luck.

Zhang Tian then sheathed his longsword.

He sighed inwardly, thinking that Wang Qinian was indeed a master of light-body skills.

He possesses the combined comprehension of four people, and his Evil-Repelling Sword Technique has reached its peak. Especially with the terrifying enhancement of the domineering true energy, his sword speed and movement speed have reached the extreme.

It even has the speed boost from Boots of Swiftness.

An ordinary ninth-rank master.

It was simply impossible to defend against.

However, these sharp and fast sword moves didn't even brush against Wang Qinian's clothes. The opponent seemed to be in great danger, but each time he dodged the attacks just right, like a dancer on a blade.

This lightness skill truly lives up to its legendary status as the number one of the ninth rank, a feat that even grandmasters would find difficult to match.

There was no resentment in Zhang Tian's eyes, but rather excitement, because the more powerful Wang Qinian was, the higher his level of lightness skill was, and the more remarkable he was.

"Haha, wasn't the expert I hired for two hundred taels worth it?"

Fan Xian, standing to the side, was quite satisfied.

One was a young man who had been cultivating for four or five years, while the other was a middle-aged man who had been cultivating for decades. One had just begun, while the other had already passed his peak and was on the decline. Although Wang Qinian did not suffer the same great loss as he had imagined last night, it was still something for him to be proud of.

Fan Xian looked at Wang Qinian, who had a wry smile on his face, and stretched out his hand without any politeness, "Give it to me, don't try to renege on your debt."

He was demanding payment for Zhang Tian's agreed-upon sparring match.

Wang Qinian was extremely distressed.

After all, he never expected to lose.

His own lightness skill was gained from reading various top-level lightness skill manuals, and then studying and researching them on his own. It is full of techniques and is extremely valuable.

He shamelessly rubbed his fingers together, unable to resist bargaining, "Young Master Fan, could you give me some extra silver? I'm counting on this lightness skill to be passed down as a family heirloom, so I can get an official job for my father in the future."

The "Dad" that Wang Qinian mentioned.

He's not my father.

It was the name he gave to his daughter.

It sounds really powerful.

He shamelessly saw that Fan Xian and Zhang Tian were both smiling but not saying a word, and he immediately felt like he was possessed by Teacher Wang, helplessly admitting defeat and revealing the lightness skill experience he had accumulated over the years.

As the saying goes, true teachings can be conveyed in a single sentence, while false teachings can fill countless volumes.

In just a few dozen sentences, he explained all the tips and tricks he had accumulated over the decades. The rest was left to be integrated into actual combat, allowing practitioners to master and apply them as they saw fit.

Zhang Tian heard this.

His comprehension is astonishing.

He quickly grasped the essence of these tips and tricks, and even went a step further, attempting to integrate them into the lightness skills of the Swordsman World, applying them in other ways and making fusion modifications.

Fan Xian felt he had benefited from the situation, but after a brief attempt, he felt like he'd been tricked. "Why do I walk so bouncy, like a jumping toad?"

His eyes were filled with suspicion. "Wang Qinian, you're not selling fakes again, are you?!"

Fan Xian had been tricked by Wang Qinian with a fake map a couple of days ago, so he was still resentful and brought up the old story again.

This left Wang Qinian speechless. "My dear Lord Fan, you can't say that. These are all practical tips, the real deal, there's no way they're fake."

"Even the same master can produce a thousand different apprentices. How much I learn after I've passed on my knowledge depends on my own talent!"

"With your talent, Master Fan, as long as you study diligently and practice hard every day, running more than a hundred miles, you will be able to master your skills in three years at most."

"Even a ninth-rank expert would have a hard time catching up with them then."

Listen to Wang Qinian's assurance.

Fan Xian's eyes lit up immediately. After all, as long as he practiced hard for three years, he could acquire a lightness skill that even a ninth-rank master couldn't catch up with. This seemed like a great deal.

For a moment, I chuckled.

Then he glanced at Zhang Tian, ​​who was jumping up and down in the courtyard, and subconsciously asked a question he would later regret, "What about him? How long will it take him, three months or five months?"

"Uh... I've already learned it..."

"What the hell?"

Fan Xian looked shocked.

Even Wang Qinian had a complicated expression. In fact, Zhang Tian's mastery was even more exaggerated than he had imagined. Not only had he mastered various tricks, but he was also trying to combine them and integrate them into his own. This could no longer be called a genius, but a martial arts prodigy at the grandmaster level.

Such a formidable person.

He had heard of one before.

They also use swords.

His name is Ye Liuyun!

However, Wang Qinian also thought it made sense. After all, the other party looked so young and had such strength. Without the corresponding talent, it would be absolutely impossible for him to do it.

Fan Xian immediately stopped laughing.

After all, he had made some progress in cultivating this lightness skill, not only by studying and practicing diligently every day, but also by needing three years of practice.

But how long did Zhang Tian take?

I'm afraid it won't even last for the time it takes to burn an incense stick!

"Am I that stupid?"

"No, that's not true. Lord Fan is already a genius. I was ordered by the Dean to teach one of his subordinates named Zong Zhui. Oh my, you have no idea how stupid that guy is. He calls himself a genius. He's only just started learning after almost five years."

It takes five years to even begin to understand the study of geniuses.

Fan Xian immediately felt better, thinking that he was not bad at all, so he took the opportunity to turn the tables and tease Wang Qinian, saying that the other party's teaching skills were not good.

This made Wang Qinian awkwardly and quietly stabbed, "That Zong Zhui..."

"Actually, it's the dean's dog."

Fan Xian: ...

Fan Xian: Holy crap!

Zhang Tian settled down at the Fan residence, where he practiced his domineering true qi and lightness skills every day. He quickly mastered the essence of these skills and made modifications, thus creating his own version of internal energy.

He then entered the soul space.

As he called out, Zhang Tian from the city appeared first, his eyes filled with curiosity, "You've only been back in the Joy of Life world for a few days, and you've already come into contact with Si Gu Jian?"

"Haha, no, it's just that I've been lucky these past few days and have had some pretty good results, so I thought I'd share them with you."

Zhang Tian, ​​the protagonist of "Joy of Life," couldn't hide his smugness and slight boasting. "To prevent you from being easily killed by others in your respective worlds because you're too weak, I'll become the lonely king of this soul space."

"hehe!"

The two men exchanged punches.

Zhang Tian, ​​a city dweller, received the shared memories from the other party. For a moment, his face showed surprise. He never expected that in just a few days, the other party would obtain the most core divine skill, the domineering true qi, from the world of Joy of Life.

This is fantastic news!

Moreover, he also possessed Wang Qinian's light-footed skills.

That would be excellent.

Just as he was pondering this deeply.

Xiao Ao Zhang Tian also arrived late. Without saying a word, he directly raised his fist and clashed with Qing Yu Nian Zhang Tian, ​​his expression instantly filled with surprise.

"What?"

"This domineering true energy can actually change the path of internal force!"

"This...this...this..."

"That's true."

After a brief moment of shock, Xiao Ao Zhang Tian quickly accepted this unexpected reality. After all, the so-called domineering true qi was essentially an observation and summary of the human body by artificial intelligence, and a route for the ultimate absorption and utilization of energy deduced by a supercomputer.

Whether it's nuclear radiation or true qi.

It's still the internal energy from the world of Swordsman.

In fact, they all belong to the energy defined by supercomputing.

It's naturally the same route.

Xiao Ao Zhang Tian then realized what was happening, his eyes lighting up like light bulbs, "Doesn't this mean I... have a chance to... you know?"

He couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

Grandmaster?

No! Please call me the Ancestor of Martial Arts, the Martial Saint of the Mortal World!