A little success

An iron rod as thick as a baby's arm can be picked or stabbed, advanced or retreated in Yan Xiang's hand, as flexible as a snake.

With a stick, Yan Xiang reversed the situation in an instant. More than twenty people were beaten by Yan Xiang until they screamed and screamed, unable to get close. Their faces and hands were covered with bloodstains, and they were in burning pain.

This was what Yan Xiang had reserved. Otherwise, he would have to knock these guys unconscious with a few sticks. When they got to the back, Yan Xiang took a step forward, and the twenty or so people took several steps back. They kept a safe distance from Yan Xiang, and were frightened.

Staring at the iron rod in Yan Xiang's hand.

Yan Xiang looked at them, then rushed forward with an iron rod and struck them again. The twenty or so people were so frightened that they turned around and ran away. Those who ran slowly were slapped a few more times by Yan Xiang.

When a group of students saw that Yan Xiang had driven away more than twenty people with just one person, they rushed towards him without concealing their admiration and almost hugged Yan Xiang's thighs and kissed him a few times.

"Teacher, you are so awesome. How did you do that just now?"

"Teacher, do you know martial arts? Otherwise, you can teach us a few moves to make it happen."

"Yes, this way we won't be bullied by others in the future!"

Yanxiang looked at a group of girls and asked, "Do you really want to learn?"

Yan Xiang's eyes seemed to have several layers of magic power now. When Yan Xiang took a look, a group of girls seemed to be in a state of insanity. They moaned with lust on their faces and said, "If you want to learn, the teacher will teach us."

Yanxiang called out a girl and said to everyone, "Now I will teach you some anti-wolf techniques. Watch out, if a pervert catches you like this." As he said that, Yanxiang's hands grabbed the soft legs of a girl's chest.

The girl looked at Yan Xiang with a confused look on her face, her face flushed with embarrassment, but she did not reject Yan Xiang.

Yanxiang glared and said, "Be serious, I'm teaching you a lesson." As he said this, Yanxiang felt extremely happy. The student's undeveloped breasts were so tender, they felt as special as water.

Soft. He just said, this is the life a teacher should have.

A group of boys sitting next to me looked at him seriously, while a group of girls looked at me shyly.

After that, Yanxiang called the girls out one by one to demonstrate. He took the opportunity to help these girls measure their own development. Some of them were made to giggle by Yanxiang, and some were made to blush and pant. In short,

Yanxiang's life has been very enjoyable these days as a substitute teacher.

On the mountain, a gust of cool wind blew by, cooling Yan Xiang, who was sweating profusely. After pausing for a while, he continued to wave the copper coin sword in his hand, contacting the Shushan sword technique passed down to him by Wen Ren over and over again.

Wen Ren was leaning against the tree trunk next to him with a look of leisure and enjoyment. He opened his eyes and looked at Yan Xiang with some surprise and said, "You are not usually like this. Asking you to do two sword moves in a row is the same as asking you to die. A thousand

Reluctantly. Why are you suddenly so diligent now? The sun is coming out from the west?"

Yan Xiang kept swinging the sword over and over again and sheathing it. He replied, "What do you know? I've always been so diligent, okay. Before, I was just testing you to see if you really wanted to teach me."

I."

In fact, the main reason why Yanxiang practices so diligently is that the competition he has arranged with Feng Huaji is about to start soon. So in order to avoid any accidents, Yanxiang just prepares for the battle and practices Shushan swordsmanship desperately. He hopes that he can use it during the competition.

Useful. After all, no one can predict what will happen in this competition held by the three young masters of Feng City!

Wen Ren said, "Wow, you can even say such things. I taught you Shushan swordsmanship with good intentions, but you still doubt me. You really treat your kindness like a donkey's liver and lungs."

Yan Xiang gasped and said, "Nonsense, you said it yourself that the Shushan swordsmanship is not spread to outsiders. How do I know if you did it just to see my joke, so you deliberately played two tricks to fool me. In fact, I found that you might really be

You're fooling me, because you just ask me to swing the sword when you come and go. I haven't swung it yet..."

"Pfft." Suddenly, a burst of sword energy swayed out from the tip of Yanxiang's sword, cutting the flowers and plants in front of him into two pieces.

Yanxiang stared at the flowers and plants in front of him that were broken into two parts, and suddenly shouted, "I succeeded. I finally succeeded. I can finally cut the flowers and plants into two parts!"

Wen Ren also stood up in surprise and carefully looked at the flowers and plants cut off by Yan Xiang. "You are a good boy. I thought it would take you three or four months to practice, but I didn't expect you to reach this level in less than half a month."

It's reached a certain level. Not bad, not bad. It has great potential. Show me how you swing your sword again!"

Yan Xiang said scornfully, "Of course, you don't even know who I am. I'm a rare talent that only happens once in a hundred years. Take a good look and marvel at my miracles!"

Yanxiang swung the sword again. However, this time it was silent, and the flowers and plants were not even moved, let alone cut off. Yanxiang said in disbelief, "This is impossible? I obviously did it just now. Now.

Why doesn’t it work again? This thing doesn’t depend on luck, right? Why does it keep happening in waves?”

Wen Ren stroked his small chin with his hand and frowned, thinking, "If I guessed correctly, what you did just now might really be due to luck."

Yan Xiang said unconvinced, "How is this possible? I rely on my strength, what is luck? I just didn't make the right decision just now, I will strike again. Just watch!" Yan Xiang swung his sword again,

Still no response. It was like a silent fart.

Yan Xiang suddenly became dejected and said with a waning tone, "I didn't expect that it took me so long to practice to swing a sword by luck. It's so boring. Your Shushan swordsmanship is too profound. I won't practice anymore!"

Wen Ren explained slowly and tepidly, "Luck is also a factor in strength. It would take no more than two or three years for an ordinary person to reach the point where you wielded a sword just now. But you did it in just half a month."

Did it.”

Yanxiang said depressedly, "Stop comforting me. I don't rely on luck!"

Wen Ren smiled and said, "You are different from others. And there is no such thing as luck in the world of monasticism. Ordinary people must not only practice swordsmanship, but also practice internal strength, and then they can achieve the unity of appearance and interior, and the unity of Qi and sword. This

Even if you rely on luck, you can't rely on luck. As for you, you first have strong internal strength before you start practicing swordsmanship. This is not essential, but you have already surpassed most of the others."

"You swung that sword accidentally just now. It was because you perfectly coordinated your body's momentum, state, and internal strength to swing that sword. When you swung the sword again, you were thinking about how to do it.

When I swung my sword energy, my mind went blank, and I completely lost the artistic conception just now, so I couldn't reach that state."

Yan Xiang said, "I understand half of what you said. It roughly means a state. When the internal strength and state swordsmanship are in harmony, you can wield sword energy."

Wen Ren nodded with a smile and said, "You can teach me!"

Yanxiang asked, "Then what should I do now?"
Chapter completed!