Immortality Cultivation Era

Capital city.

In an underground base, Yue Xincheng is called Liantiantian.

"MMP, the boss just asked me to come and talk to Master Longwang, but he didn't tell me that he still had to practice knives!"

At this time, Yue Xincheng had a blue and purple face and several wounds on his body, which seemed to have been torn to some extent.

When he thought that Gao Ge was still running around in West China, he did not want to stay in Kyoto, but when he wanted to leave, he was stopped by a burly man with a knife.

At the beginning, Yue Xincheng also wanted to fight a wave with the other party, but soon he realized that there was a big strength gap between him and the other party.

The head iron wants to rush out, it is simply to find yourself unhappy.

Yue Xincheng is a very wise man.

After realizing that he was not the opponent, his attitude softened.

"Qiulong is so big, I'll go back first. When I'm free, I'll ask you to practice the knife, okay?"

"Go back." Qiulong sitting on a rattan chair, with a knife on her knee, is closing her eyes and raising her mind. "And, if you disgust me again, I will continue to beat you."

"Boom..."

With a bang, Qiu Long smashed Yue Xincheng out.

Yue Xincheng started scolding again.

At first, he scolded on the mouth, but later discovered that Qiulong's temper was really not very good.

The last one to lose money must be myself.

He also wanted to understand.

It's just refreshing to curse people, but Qiulong won't lose a piece of meat.

But making Qiulong angry makes him lose a piece of meat, it is not impossible.

"Before dark, if you still can't practice the first form skillfully, I will teach you by hand."

When Yue Xincheng heard Qiu Long's words, he couldn't help crying.

God special teaches by hand.

Is that just beating yourself?

Men are big hoofs...

Although mad.

Keyue Xincheng also knew in his heart that he is now in a state where he should not be called dysfunctional.

Lifting his head and looking at the lamp on his head, he wanted to ask, how could he know that he was on the ground floor and when it was filled with black... there wasn't even a clock here.

It's so angry.

Facing someone who is unreasonable, he can't beat it, except for patience, there is no other way.

Taking a deep breath, he stood up, carrying his own dragon-slicing knife, thinking back to the moves that Qiulong had practiced for himself before, and the knife was mad in his hand.

Before that, although Yue Xincheng had also practiced swords, his moves were criticized by Qiu Long, and all of them were worthless. In Qiu Long's words, swords and swords were different.

If you want to practice knives, you have to put aside everything. You have to go straight, otherwise you will give your opponent a chance.

At first, Yue Xincheng was not convinced, but after some fighting with Qiu Long, he gradually realized.

That was when Qiu Long pressed his realm down, Yue Xincheng was still not Qiu Long's opponent.

He was convinced of Qiulong's knife technique.

It has nothing to do with being beaten.

"Stop for a while." Qiu Long looked at Yue Xincheng and suddenly stood up.

Yue Xincheng blinked and looked at Qiu Long, and there was still a trace of fear in his eyes.

"You don't need to practice." Qiu Long said.

Yue Xincheng was overjoyed.

"Is this a teacher?"

"Out of the teacher?" Qiu Long sneered. "You dare to think, where is the courage? Why do you want to divide my inferiority by half, do you have no self-knowledge?"

Yue Xincheng smiled.

Qiu Long is not a talker, but as long as he speaks, it is to kill people to death.

So under normal circumstances, Yue Xincheng is reluctant to find excitement in Qiulong.

He was also puzzled. He knew that he was no longer in the Dragon Pavilion. Why is the Dragon Pavilion willing to let Qiulong teach his sword skills?

Is it easy to achieve because you look good?

Ok.

This possibility is still very big, after all, it is now a world of looking at faces.

My goddamn, nowhere to put charm...

"What are you thinking about?" Qiu Long asked, frowning at Yue Xincheng.

"Cough, it's nothing." Yue Xincheng still has a face, and doesn't say his true thoughts.

Otherwise, Qiulong had to play his viper's speciality again.

Yue Xincheng said nothing would give the other party such a chance to ridicule himself.

"From now on, you only practice the knife." Qiu Long said calmly.

Yue Xincheng blinked and blinked.

Obviously I didn't understand what the other party meant.

"I mean." Qiulong took hold of his knife, then raised his arm and dropped it.

"That's it." He continued.

Yue Xincheng was forced: "Just like this?"

The corner of Qiulongzui showed a curvature: "Do you think it is very simple?"

Yue Xincheng replaced his answer with silence.

"Let's practice first, I hope you will always think so." After finishing this sentence, Qiulong sat back, his arms together, closed his eyes and fell into a false sleep.

Yue Xincheng sighed.

When Qiulong first did this, he tried to escape, but he was thrown back by Qiulong. The pain is now imaginable.

After all, it's the ground where the face comes first.

Therefore, he did not take advantage of this time to escape, but just recalled what Qiu Long said just now, and then waved the knife in his hand and dropped it.

Anyway, before the movement of Qiu Long, he didn't see anything special.

Your current movements should be countless.

Ok……

Please call me, Putian Yue!

"Cut, this is nothing to do, I want to destroy me, what's the point?" Yue Xincheng kept talking.

Obviously, even now, Yue Xincheng doesn't think it makes sense for Qiu Long to make such an arrangement.

Probably because he was ruthlessly destroyed by Qiulong before, so he still thinks that the other party is ruining him by changing the law.

Qiu Long heard Yue Xincheng's words and just laughed.

"You are still too tender." He said to Yue Xincheng in his heart.

Did not dare to say it.

Yue Xincheng thinks he is very capable, but in fact, Yue Xincheng is not so?

When he first said to Yue Xincheng: You are too tender.

Yue Xincheng answered: No, no, you are younger.

Although it sounds very uncomfortable, but it made him unable to find a reason to be angry, Qiu Long was thinking, this may be the highest realm of the people...

Gradually, with the passage of time, the expression on Yue Xincheng's face became somewhat dignified.

He gradually felt that the knife in his hand seemed to be heavy.

The movement is no longer standard and the speed is slow.

"What's the matter? After only a short while, can't you hold on?" Qiu Longming lying on the chair closed his eyes, but seemed to see Yue Xincheng's performance at this time.

Yue Xincheng gritted his teeth and sweated wildly, trying to make his movements as standard as before, but the difficulty was really not small...