Hearing Lao Ba's last words, the two companions took a breath of air. No one could have imagined that a young hero meeting would lead to such a heavyweight and long-established young master. When the news spread,
It will definitely cause an uproar.
"Xiao Xiao?"
Mo Wentian pondered for a moment and found that this name did not exist in his memory. Listening to Lao Ba's tone, this Xiao Xiao seemed to be a very famous person. To be able to be compared with Li Yuanji has already proved his reputation.
Strong strength.
Hearing that Li Yuanji had an opponent this time, Mo Wentian couldn't help but grin. If Xiao Xiao could kill Li Yuanji on the spot during the competition, Mo Wentian would be spared some trouble.
But he is not obsessed with killing his enemies. As long as Li Yuanji can pay the price with his life, Mo Wentian can accept it no matter what the reason.
"Lao Ba, tell me, will this competition be a signal for the Duanyue Sect to challenge the Xiaoyao Sect?"
"Hush! Don't say such nonsense! Although both are swordsmen sects, don't forget that the country's protecting sect in Chu is the Xiaoyao sect! If people hear this, you can
We've gotten into big trouble!"
Hearing some "rebellious" questions from his companion, Lao Ba quickly covered his mouth, and then looked around with a guilty conscience, and found that no one noticed what they said, so he felt relieved.
However, these words were naturally heard clearly by Mo Wentian, and he couldn't help but feel excited.
"Is this Duanyue sect the enemy of my sect?"
Mo Wentian wanted to find out, but Lao Ba and others were probably frightened by the shock just now, and they were sober for a while. The three of them started the topic in a tacit understanding, without mentioning anything about the Duanyue Sect.
Let Mo Wentian's heart be scratched like a cat.
Just when Mo Wentian stood up to ask the three people, suddenly, Han Xing, who had been sitting opposite Mo Wentian and sipping some strong liquor, suddenly had a glint in his eyes and looked steadily at the door of the restaurant.
Following Han Xing's gaze, two figures were standing at the door of the restaurant. One of them, with his back to Mo Wentian, was wearing a dark green double-breasted mandarin jacket. Judging from his figure, he should be a man.
The back of her hair was neatly tied up in a bun, with a well-made peach wood hairpin inserted into it.
The man opposite this man made Mo Wentian feel surprised!
This man was facing the direction of Mo Wentian. He had a face like a crown jewel and stood tall. He was dressed in white and seemed not to have a speck of dust on it. His delicate features and delicate eyes also carried a hint of heroism, which made Mo Wentian feel a little dazed for a moment.
.
What a handsome man!
After all, Mo Wentian has been born in two generations, so he can't tell the difference between a woman and a man disguised as a man. Although this boy in white is handsome, Mo Wentian can easily tell that the other person is definitely not a woman. Such a stunning person
Such a handsome man, who knows how many pregnant girls he will fall in love with.
After Mo Wentian lost consciousness for a short time, he discovered that the two of them were not going into the tavern, but after a brief conversation, the man in green seemed a little angry, and then the two of them parted ways and disappeared from Mo Wentian's sight.
"Okay, let's go!"
At this moment, Han Xing finally put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up, threw down a piece of broken silver, and walked out of the tavern. Mo Wentian was confused, but he did not hesitate, and immediately followed Han Xing's footsteps.
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"Is that the person you want to see?"
Han Xing was noncommittal and seemed to be immersed in thinking about something. Mo Wentian was rejected, but he didn't take it seriously. It was just that there were a lot of things in his mind at this moment, and he was still confused for a while. Unknowingly,
He didn't even notice that he had followed Han Xing to the outskirts of Chucheng.
"Huh? This is...?"
"Now that the things are done, you can start practicing your sword."
After answering Mo Wentian expressionlessly, Han Xing arched his back and punched, like a tiger, and rushed towards Mo Wentian.
"Knife stance!"
Mo Wentian did not panic. He drew his sword with his hand and did it in one go. Among the five moves of the Wuming Sword Technique, the flat sword style is mainly for frontal defense, the slashing style represents the transition from defense to attack, and the splitting style is the most powerful one.
The largest and only attack-type move, the last move to retract the knife, is used to turn around and defend when the chopping knife is exhausted. It can also create time for escape when a strong enemy is invincible.
The Knife Raising Position is a requirement for Mo Wentian's sword draw speed, aiming to draw the sword as quickly as possible to meet the enemy. The higher the Knife Raising Bounce, the faster the Knife Drawing Speed.
"Um?"
However, the moment Mo Wentian raised his sword, he discovered something was wrong, because his attack was so much slower than the previous few days, and he almost failed to block Han Xing's fist, and was struck by the opponent.
A punch to the chest.
"Wait a moment!"
After discovering something was wrong, Mo Wentian called for a halt during the battle for the first time. Han Xing followed his instructions and stopped his attack. He looked at Mo Wentian with a suspicious look on his face, wondering what the hell this kid was up to.
At this moment, Mo Wentian had no time to explain to Han Xing. He knew that his reaction just now was definitely not slow, and there was nothing wrong with the way he used the sword. Moreover, Mo Wentian's strength had now been promoted to the fourth level of body tempering. Logically speaking, because of his body
The greater the strength, the faster the knife will be drawn.
How is this going!
Mo Wentian's sword-raising posture is the one with the slowest progress among the five postures. It is not that Mo Wentian's enlightenment is not high enough, but because the broken knife in his hand is much heavier than an ordinary knife.
According to Mo Wentian's estimate, the broken knife now weighs as much as 50 kilograms!
It is already equivalent to the weight of half an adult. With such a heavy knife in his hand, Mo Wentian can also improve the knife-raising posture to the level of Xiaocheng, which can be regarded as extremely outstanding.
"No, it's not my problem, it's the knife that has become heavy!"
Mo Wentian held the broken knife and thought about it for a long time, and was finally surprised to find that the broken knife in his hand was actually a bit heavier than before. If it were more accurate, the broken knife now weighed a full 70 kilograms, which was heavier than before.
Before, I gained 20 pounds!
"This...how...how is it possible...!"
After confirming the judgment in his heart, Mo Wentian was stunned. He knew that this broken knife had various magical qualities, but the sudden increase in weight still caught Mo Wentian a little off guard.
The weight of anything, especially inanimate things, will not change after it is formed, unless rust develops like iron products, that is, the shape of the object changes.
But now, the appearance of the broken knife in Mo Wentian's hand has not changed at all from before, and there is no trace of rust. So what's the sudden increase in weight, and how did this trick change?
But after a while, Mo Wentian came to his senses. Even he could be reborn in another world. What's the big deal if a knife adds weight?
"what happened?"
At this moment, Han Xing also noticed that something was wrong with Mo Wentian, and Mo Wentian's face softened, he raised the broken knife in his hand and waved it, shaking his head slightly.
"It's okay, come on!"
Han Xing didn't ask any more questions, and launched an attack on Mo Wentian as soon as his body floated.
After about a stick of incense, Han Xing suddenly stopped his hand and looked at Mo Wentian with some confusion. During the battle just now, he also found that something was wrong with Mo Wentian. It was obvious that this was different from Mo Wentian's previous behavior.
Performance has a huge bearing on it.
"Your speed has slowed down, and it is more difficult to attack and defend. Why?"
Mo Wentian also put away his sword and stood upright, breathing heavily. Because of the change in the weight of the broken sword, it became more difficult for him to accurately perform the five-style sword technique. After hesitating for a while, Mo Wentian decided to hide the secret.
"It's nothing. I feel a little uncomfortable after my strength improves. I just need to practice a few more times and it will be fine!"
Han Xing snorted, obviously not believing Mo Wentian's excuse, but Mo Wentian didn't want to say it, and Han Xing had no interest in pursuing it further. He was speechless for a while, and the battle started again.
After three days like this, Mo Wentian gradually became familiar with the weight of the broken knife, and became more and more comfortable in performing the knife skills. However, the knife-raising and receiving movements were still not able to improve to the level of Dacheng.
The difference from before is that although Mo Wentian is still struggling against Han Xing now, he is not so tired that he passes out every day. This may be because the internal strength in his body has increased significantly.
During these three days, Han Xing did not purchase anything, but sometimes he seemed mysterious. Mo Wentian knew what the other party must be planning.
As the Young Heroes Association approaches, Chucheng becomes more and more lively. A steady stream of warriors come from all directions. The pedestrians in the streets and alleys are talking about this competition. It's just about
What Lao Ba said has not yet been confirmed.
At least Mo Wentian has never heard Xiao Xiao's name from other people, and he has never heard anyone mention the news about Princess Chu Bing. It's just people's unprecedented enthusiasm that makes everyone have an interest in this year's Young Heroes Association.
The interest was endless, and even Mo Wentian couldn't help but want to sign up.
However, because Li Yuanji's matter was stuck in his throat, Mo Wentian had no choice but to give up and practice swordsmanship with Han Xing.
"I won't practice today. I'll go somewhere with me tonight!"
On the fourth day, Han Xing suddenly interrupted the battle with Mo Wentian. Mo Wentian knew that the thing Han Xing said was "something to do by the way" was ready.
When the moon hung over the sky, Mo Wentian followed Han Xing and quietly jumped out of the window. Han Xing put on the green gown he bought that day, and the ordinary sword was also hung on his waist, following the night breeze.
Swing gently.
After leaving the inn, Han Xing walked all the way south. He seemed to be familiar with the route. He easily avoided the soldiers on night patrol every time. However, the further he went, the tighter Mo Wentian's brows became, because the more he walked, the more he walked.
Judging from the tight defense, it is obvious that where Han Xing is heading is an important place!
"You...you won't prepare...prepare..."
Not long after, the two successfully bypassed all the secret patrols and stood outside a towering palace wall. The aura of nobility greeted them. Mo Wentian looked at the building in front of him and couldn't help but swallow hard.