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The guerrilla generals have also come up.
The third floor, the third level. As long as you pass this level, Zhongnan Village will pass the test and be qualified to build Zhongnan Sword Gate.
From then on, it was no longer a small village, but an inferior sect.
"Let me talk about the assessment rules for the third level of the tea party."
The guerrilla general spoke.
The third level is really closely related to "tea". The representative of the sect responsible for guarding the level is Sun Zhengfei, a representative from the lower level sect Xieming Peak.
That's the half-bald old man.
This old practitioner has the same level of Qi Dao and has been immersed in this level for twenty years. It can be said that he has stepped into the fourth stage of Qi Dao in half a step.
Such a veteran warrior has countless experiences and rich actual combat experience, and he always possesses some unexpected tricks and skills. The equipment he wears has been refined over time, and none of them is bad.
In one word, it has a profound foundation.
The assessment content of the last level is also very simple, which is to sit down opposite Sun Zhengfei and drink three cups of tea - as long as you drink three cups of tea, you have passed the level.
It sounds simple, but doing it is another matter.
Liang Qiufeng never believed that someone would ask him to sit down politely and offer him tea and water.
The table on which the tea sets are placed, which is several feet square, is the arena for this level.
"please!"
Sun Zhengfei, who was already sitting, stood up and made a gesture of invitation.
Liang Qiufeng walked over and took a seat, the two of them faced each other.
The tea set has been placed on the table, exquisite and elegant. A teapot and three white porcelain cups.
"No time wasted, let's get started."
Sun Zhengfei said with a smile, but he looked sinister and his smile looked sinister.
"good."
Liang Qiufeng's answer was straightforward.
Sun Zhengfei held the teapot in one hand, poured tea into a cup, and then put it down: "The first cup, please drink."
The tea is full of water, with several green tea leaves floating in it, emitting bursts of attractive fragrance. Not only drinking, but also smelling it makes you feel relaxed and happy.
This cup of tea is placed on the table, so close that you can reach it as soon as you reach out.
Liang Qiufeng took a breath, his face became more solemn than ever before, and then he slowly stretched out his hand.
Sun Zhengyi still smiled, a typical smile that was superficial but not smiling. When he saw Liang Qiufeng's hand half a foot away from the tea cup, he also took action.
The two hands clasped together quickly, then separated and retracted each other.
Liang Qiufeng frowned, as if he had suffered a loss.
Sun Zhengfei said leisurely: "On the first and second floors, you didn't draw your sword. But on the third floor, if you didn't draw your sword, you wouldn't be able to drink my tea."
Liang Qiufeng remained silent and did not say anything to refute.
Sun Zhengfei continued: "I know that you deliberately refrained from drawing your sword to gain momentum. You are young, but you only have a small amount of Qi Dao, and you have already condensed the sword's momentum, which is quite good."
"But, it's not enough."
The last word is to cut through the iron.
Liang Qiufeng said calmly: "I want to give it another try."
Slowly stretched out his hand again.
Son Zhengyi shook his head and said calmly: "Why bother asking for trouble and wasting time?"
The two hands clashed at an extremely fast speed. The fight was not just about skills, but also about the comparison of Qi. Although they were fighting, their strength was controlled extremely well, and no Qi exploded. The entire table,
It doesn't move at all, it's not affected at all.
call!
Suddenly, the tea in the cup filled with tea shot up out of the air, like a curtain of water, hitting Sun Zhengfei.
Sun Zhengfei let out a sigh, but he was a little caught off guard. The other hand that had been motionless waved up, with its five fingers forming a palm, blocking the door in front of him.
But the next moment, there was no tea attack.
Liang Qiufeng opened his mouth, and the tea that was intended for him turned around and flew towards him. He drank it all into his mouth without missing a drop.
“Great tea!”
Sun Zhengfei said word by word: "Sword Qi?"
What Liang Qiufeng used just now was clearly sword energy, which penetrated the water and turned the water into a sword to attack him. In fact, it was a trick. When Sun Zhengfei defended, the sword energy controlled the tea, but turned around and ran into Liangqiu.
Feng's mouth and drank it.
First cup of tea.
"Hehe, it's true that it's not like a master can't pass the level. We were all deceived by your cultivation. Not only did you condense the power of the sword, but you also developed the sword energy. It turns out that your sword is not unsheathed, but the sword is already there, but you have never had the chance to activate it before.
That’s all.”
The other sect representatives who were watching the battle looked shocked.
Among them, there were three swordsmen with good cultivation, but none of them truly possessed sword energy. However, when Liang Qiufeng was still in his weak years, he was able to refine his sword energy after just one stage of his Qi Dao, which was really impressive.
It can be seen from this that this boy has both talent and skills, and is probably the best choice.
The guerrilla general was a little excited, and his assessment of Liang Qiufeng's potential immediately increased. He thought in his mind: With Liang Qiufeng's current talent, he should never have been promoted to the Qi Dao level at the age of twenty. There must be some of them
Hidden story. Or maybe it was delayed by the barren environment on the desert island.
The dragon veins of the deserted continent are broken, and the vitality of the heaven and earth is thin. People in it will get twice the result with half the effort, and they are often dissatisfied. As the saying goes: "Environment creates people." If the environment is not strong, people will be greatly restricted. When they come to Shenzhou
Things will be different in the future. The suppressed potential will fully flourish and the future will be unlimited.
Being surprised by Liang Qiufeng and drinking the first cup of tea, Sun Zhengfei was not depressed. He reached out and poured the second cup: "Second cup of tea, please."
Liang Qiufeng raised his eyebrows: "Then it's better to be respectful than to obey."
Turning the fist into fingers, using the fingers as swords, chi chi chi, what he unleashed was "Thirty-Six Swords of Chasing the Wind". In an instant, the shadows of the fingers were long and sharp, all in an attack routine.
Sun Zhengfei, a man with a sophisticated eye, saw that although the sword-fingering method was sharp, it was obviously lacking in power. At least for him, there was still a big difference between the fingers and the blade, depending on how they were used.
Not to mention Liang Qiufeng's Qi Dao is only at a low level, even if he is at the level of King of Martial Arts, or even the legendary God of Martial Arts, when facing an evenly matched opponent, they will not rely on their own strength, but will use their proud weapons.
At that moment, Liang Qiufeng did not draw his sword, but used his fingers instead. The only explanation was that he was bluffing again, playing the trick of attacking in the east and attacking in the west.
This point has been tried and tested by him before. Not to mention, the routine is not afraid of old age, it is true and false, even if you are not careful, you will be fooled.
But this time, I will never be fooled again.
Sun Zhengfei secretly made up his mind and observed carefully. On the one hand, he gathered his strength and waited, and on the other hand, he used tricks as he saw them.
"Okay, I finally lost my temper and decided to make a real move. Just come over here, I'll be waiting!"
Suddenly, his sharp eyes caught a glimpse of Liang Qiufeng's left hand pressing on the hilt of the sword at his waist, as if he would unsheath the sword at any moment. He couldn't help but feel something in his heart, and he paid closer attention.
Wow!
Liang Qiufeng's left hand pressed the hilt of the sword, as if it had taken root and could no longer be taken away. But with his attacking right hand, the index and middle fingers of his attacking right hand came together to form a sword, but his moves suddenly changed, and he suddenly paused, with his fingers hooking. , outlines an incredible trajectory.
It looked slow, but in fact it was extremely fast, making people unable to guard against it. When he took it back, his fingers had already hooked the cup of tea on the table, raised it to his lips, and slowly sipped it.
The second cup of tea. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)