Ye Jiuzhou found a slightly open place, looked at the words on the stone wall, made sword gestures with his right hand, and started making gestures.
It's a pity that the Kyushu Sword is not with me, otherwise I could get twice the result with half the effort.
After a few gestures, a young man came over dragging a wooden sword and asked curiously.
"I've never seen you before, are you here to practice swordsmanship too?"
Ye Jiuzhou was interrupted, exited the observation state, and replied with a smile: "Yes, I just came today."
The two of them are kindred spirits, so Ye Jiuzhou will naturally not blame them.
"Oh, then you can join us. I practiced swordplay when I was six years old and have been practicing for ten years. Maybe I can give you some advice," the young man issued a sincere invitation.
Looking at the entire Song family, there are very few people who use swords.
Ye Jiuzhou smiled and said nothing, feeling the other party's love for swordsmanship, but the sword moves were really eye-catching.
Not far away, the head of the Song family saw what was happening, walked forward hastily, and spoke earnestly.
"Wushuang, go over and practice your sword by yourself, don't disturb Mr. Ye."
He didn't scold him too much because this was his favorite grandson, Song Wushuang.
This man is also the younger brother of Song Qingrong and Song Daqiang, and a swordsman!
"But……"
Song Wushuang scratched his head and looked at Ye Jiuzhou, not wanting to give up on this person who was interested in swordsmanship.
The head of the Song family's face darkened and he was about to have a seizure, but was stopped by Ye Jiuzhou.
"Hey, it's just a kid, there's no need to be so serious."
In fact, Ye Jiuzhou has always been very easy-going, but the head of the Song family is making a fuss out of a molehill.
Then, Ye Jiuzhou looked at the young man and said with appreciation: "If you beat me, I will join you."
Song Wushuang's dedication to swords is probably something that few people in the world today have.
But Song Qingrong panicked and stepped forward to protect the young man behind him.
"Mr. Ye, he is my brother. If he does anything wrong, I will apologize to you."
Are you kidding me? A half-step celestial being can defeat the five scum of a master and be wiped out in one fell swoop.
Ye Jiuzhou picked up a branch from the side and said with a smile.
"It's just a competition. I don't know how to use my energy or my physical strength. I can only compare sword moves."
"If your brother doesn't agree, then forget it."
"I compare!"
Song Wushuang answered decisively, showing determination.
"younger brother!"
Song Qingrong was anxious. She really didn't want anything to happen to her brother, but she didn't know how to persuade him.
She knew that it would be difficult to persuade her younger brother to have a stubborn character, and he would not be able to win back even ten cows.
Sure enough, Song Wushuang still persisted and said seriously: "They all say that I am a waste and practicing swordsmanship is useless. I will prove it to them today."
Most of the Song family's martial arts cultivators at his age have entered the Grandmaster realm, but he was the only one who could develop his strength.
This was Song Wushuang's inner pain.
"Don't worry, I'm measured!"
Ye Jiuzhou said this to make the two of them relax.
"Qingrong, let's go over there to watch the battle," the head of the Song family made the decision and took Song Qingrong to the side.
Although I don't understand Ye Jiuzhou's intention, it is impossible for a powerful man who is half a step above heaven to embarrass a child.
At this time, someone shouted, and many people immediately gathered around, ready to eat melon.
"Go and see, the loser of the Song family is going to be tortured again!"
In the field, the two people looked at each other, ready to go.
Before the fight started, Song Wushuang reminded: "You don't have to let me and your branches be replaced with wooden swords?"
"Of course, I will try my best!"
"If you have a sword in your heart, whatever you hold in your hand can be regarded as a sword."
Ye Jiuzhou replied, his words were very meaningful, as if he was teaching.
Song Wushuang was confused after hearing such profound words, and raised his sword to attack.
here we go!
"Crack!"
Ye Jiuzhou raised his hand, hit the opponent's wooden sword, and knocked him to the ground.
it's over!
The whole process happened very quickly, in an instant.
"Start...start hand gesture!"
Among the onlookers, some strong men who knew swordsmanship exclaimed in disbelief.
Although Song Wushuang's martial arts is weak, his swordsmanship is among the best in the entire Song family.
"I haven't lost yet!"
When everyone thought it was over, they saw Song Wushuang standing up tremblingly, holding the wooden sword tightly.
The enemy in front of you is very strong, so that's the best. It also proves that swordsmanship is not useless.
"Crack!"
Song Wushuang was about to launch an attack, but was knocked down by another blow, the same attack.
When the sword strikes, it is already an absolute crushing blow.
"Come again!"
Song Wushuang supported his body and attacked again.
After repeating this for more than ten times, he finally fell to the ground, his mouth was shattered and he was bleeding.
"That's enough, stop," Song Qingrong had already burst into tears.
That was her biological brother. Before he was six years old, she was the one who took care of him. The relationship between brother and sister was very deep.
Ye Jiuzhou completely ignored it, and a cold voice sounded.
"Get up and continue!"
"I... am not a loser, I... will not lose."
Song Wushuang on the ground reacted again and stood up with difficulty, blood dripping from his hand along the wooden sword.
The aura on his body has changed drastically, his energy is much stronger, and there is a trace of sword energy released.
Breakthrough, Grandmaster Realm!
Seeing this scene, the head of the Song family reacted, stroking his beard and smiling.
"Mr. Ye, you are teaching your unparalleled grandson, haha."
In less than half an hour, he broke through the realm, which was shocking.
Some people were worried. Many people who had bullied Song Wushuang in the past had extremely ugly faces.
"attack!"
Song Wushuang roared, put away his energy, and stabbed Ye Jiuzhou with only sword moves.