Girl, let me check it out.

I have to find a way to cool down.

Fang Weihan quickly rushed over to get a bucket of water and poured it directly over his head.

There was a brief burst of coolness, but it was quickly replaced by scorching heat.

No, it's only treating the symptoms and not the root cause. It's like pouring water on a soldering iron; it will just evaporate.

How to deal with this?

Fang Weihan is now certain that Xiao Jin did it on purpose.

This damn girl should really be caught and given a good lesson.

How come it suddenly grew crooked when it was such a well-behaved little kid?

Fang Weihan shouted towards the front hall:

"Old Zhao, come here to me."

"???"

Yun Shu was confused.

What is he going to do?

"No, Fang Weihan! You can't do this!"

"You are my Yunshu's research subject, I won't allow you to do this!"

Small words popped up one after another.

It can be seen that Yun Shu was really anxious this time, and he didn't even care about the pretentious tone.

"What is it, little prince?"

Mr. Zhao walked over yawning and looking listless.

"Hey, are you listening to me?"

"Fang Weihan!"

Yun Shu wrote angrily.

Fang Weihan simply ignored her and said to Mr. Zhao:

"Hurry up, hurry up, practice a few moves with me, I can't hold on any longer!"

"what?"

"ha??"

Yun Shu and Mr. Zhao were both confused.

The old man looked closely at Wei Han below and gave an ambiguous smile.

"Oh~ Miss Xiao just left, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense, Lao Zhao. Hurry up and get your weapon. Follow me and fight."

Fang Weihan drew out Lumen and spoke hastily.

"Tomorrow I'll give you thirty taels of silver for the wine."

"so much?"

Mr. Zhao was stunned. This was equivalent to three months' salary for him.

"Come on, come on, Your Highness, don't worry about chopping me, I promise I won't fight back."

Master Zhao was overjoyed. He immediately brought a spear from the corner and held it horizontally in his hand, taking a defensive stance.

"Why don't you explain clearly?"

Yun Shu had been silent since a while ago, and now suddenly asked in a sullen tone.

"Stop talking nonsense and go stand by."

It seemed as if there was a fire burning in Fang Weihan's head, and he no longer had the mood to argue with Yun Shu.

"you……"

I was so kind and cared about the mental and physical health of the mice, but in the end I was rejected?

It turns out that rats are not good things!

Yun Shu unplugged the network cable in frustration and didn't want to pay any attention to him anymore.

Fang Weihan held the Luminaire in his hand, took a step forward with one foot, and his body bent like a bow.

It was the starting move of the Minghuang Sword Classic: Zhuifeng.

The violent blood energy roared and gathered at the tip of the sword, forming a small cyclone.

Fang Weihan let out a low shout and rushed towards Master Zhao with the Luminous Sword in hand.

Chapter 51 Sparring

As the starting move of the sword manual, this move is responsible for breakthrough and success. Compared with the fierceness of the following moves, this move is less powerful but more flexible.

"Tsk tsk, is this the Minghuang Sword Scripture? Sure!"

A hint of surprise flashed across Mr. Zhao's eyes.

He remembered that Fang Weihan had never practiced the Minghuang Sword Sutra to this level before.

Master Zhao brandished his spear and with a flick of the spear tip, he easily deflected Fang Weihan's attack.

"That's not right. When did you break through to the third level?"

Mr. Zhao opened his eyes wide and reacted belatedly.

"When you were drinking wine."

Fang Weihan laughed.

He held the Luminous Sword in his hand, across his chest, and his blood and energy coagulated again.

Minghuang Sword Classic: Breaking the Sharpness.

This is a move from the second volume of the Minghuang Sword Manual. It is the same as the first move and also has a breakthrough effect, but it is more powerful.

The sword was raised upright and slashed horizontally with a small amplitude towards Mr. Zhao's neck.

"This move is good enough to break the sharp momentum, but the power is not enough."

Master Zhao took a step back, pushed the spear with his foot, and the tip of the spear bounced up and hit the spine of Liu Ming's sword at a tricky angle, once again neutralizing the attack.

The old man even had time to take out his wine gourd and drink some wine.

Fang Weihan was holding the long sword which almost flew out of his hand, and fell to the ground in a mess with a loss of balance.

There is definitely something wrong with this old man.

He still doesn't know what level of realm this old gatekeeper of his family has reached.

He had some friendship with his father when he was young and he watched him grow up when he was a child.

After his father died, he came here voluntarily to be a gatekeeper, wasting his unfathomable martial arts skills.

Fang Weihan seriously suspected that this old guy was looking for an excuse to make himself feel at ease and let her pay to support him.

"Old Zhao, tell me the truth, can you beat Xiao Fuwei?"

Fang Weihan was openly talking nonsense to distract his attention, but his hands behind his back were secretly gathering blood and energy.

"Xiao Fuwei..."

Mr. Zhao curled his lips and took another sip of wine.

"What the hell is he? Xuan Zhongwei is a bunch of good-for-nothings. He is at most the leader of the good-for-nothings. Nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about!"

Just blow it.

Fang Weihan didn't believe his words.

The Marquis of Pingjiang County is the one with the highest level of cultivation among the current military generals in the imperial court.

In addition to his duties as the commander-in-chief of the Xuanzhong Guard, he also served as the Tianque Baipao, responsible for the emperor's personal guard.

There were four people in white robes in Tianque today, and Xiao Fuwei was the only Mingwu path cultivator among them.

Now you tell me you can beat him?

Then why don’t you go to Tianque White Robe?

"is it?"

Fang Weihan chuckled.

"Yeah, let me tell you, I used to..."

Before Mr. Zhao could finish his words, he saw Fang Weihan leap high up, holding a long sword in both hands, and stabbing down with a force as powerful as thunder.

Emperor Ming Sword Classic: Chiseling Formation.

After breaking through to the third level of Mingwu, he was able to use this move without using the Huilong Shiwei, but its power was a little weaker.

"Grass!"

Master Zhao cursed loudly and quickly raised his spear, holding it across his head.

Because of Fang Weihan's sneak attack, he had no way of taking shortcuts and had to take the sword head-on.

A dull collision sound was heard, and the dust accumulated on the ground was blown into the air by the aftermath of the collision.

Fang Weihan shook his numb knuckles and took a few steps back.

Mr. Zhao stood there without blushing or breathing heavily, and fired a gun leisurely.

"Chisel the formation."

Mr. Zhao commented:

"Yes, if Your Highness is at the fifth level, I don't think you can take this move so easily."

"Unfortunately, you are still not my opponent now!"

The old man looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, took out the wine gourd, drank a sip of wine in a very cool manner, and smacked his lips twice.

After a fierce battle, Fang Weihan was sweating profusely.

He let out a long breath, unbuttoned his shirt, and sweat rolled down the surface of his strong muscles.

"Second Master, I have one last trick up my sleeve. How about we call it a day?"

Fang Weihan looked at him with a half-smile.

Old man, are you pretending to be me?

Mr. Zhao didn't say anything and continued drinking as if he didn't care. He just hooked his finger, signaling him to come over.

[Cloud Condensation and Rain Accumulation Technique is activated. Current charging progress: 1000% full-strength attack]

[The momentum has been released. 】

Mr. Zhao was still drinking when he saw an extremely strong blood and energy fluctuation suddenly erupt from Fang Weihan's body, far exceeding the power that the third level of Mingwu could control.

"Cough cough..."

He choked on the drink.

The old man looked over in horror, only to find that the sword energy on his body was like a substance, spinning rapidly around him, forming a huge cyclone that cut the weeds on the ground into pieces.

"This is your grandmother..."

The old man muttered.

Fang Weihan stood in the center of the storm, with the tip of the Luminous Sword hanging down, perpendicular to the ground.

He took a step forward and raised his hand to make a sword flower.

The storm around him gradually shrank, but did not disappear. Instead, it attached to the Luminous Sword in his hand.

The Luminous Sword emitted a clear sword chant, as if it was delighted by the infusion of this majestic sword intent.

There was a terrifying power accumulated on the sword's edge, so dazzling and intimidating that one could hardly look directly at it.