There is no one who practices martial arts who does not come out step by step.
The warriors who have been fighting for half their lives are similar to those old-fashioned people in the court. They are satisfied with their existing capital and things and look down on young people. This mentality can be understood by everyone, but they cannot agree with it.
In Ye Shaohua's understanding, martial artists have been training for many years and have come step by step. It is not an empty talk to practice three days in winter and three days in summer.
But in Ye Shaohua's eyes, Wen Ranran, a young girl in her early twenties, was just an embroidered pillow with her back leaning against a man and only knowing how to embroider her legs.
It’s not easy to adjust
Wen Ranran sighed and looked at the long sword that was thrust straight at him. He blocked and narrowly avoided the opponent's attack.
"Humph, with such strength, little girl, you better give up quickly!" Ye Shaohua snorted coldly, and stabbed Wen Ranran in the back of the heart with his long sword with the attitude of sweeping across thousands of armies.
Wen Ranran twitched the corners of her mouth.
After Xia Lishuang left that night, people from several sects stayed for a meeting, and Ye Shaohua was also present.
Doesn't he know about the recent events in Yangzhou City? At this time, the martial arts competition has become a mere formality, but this guy seems to be dissatisfied and insists on competing with Wen Ranran.
Wen Ranran sighed and finally became serious.
When the two swords are crossed, you can even see sparks flying out from them.
In the audience, Ye Junmeng has been running around and following Wen Ranran in the past two days. As a son and daughter of the world, he contributes to the people and upholds justice.
But maybe it was during this period that Wen Ranran had become a pillar in the hearts of Yangzhou people, so Ye Shaohua himself looked down on Wen Ranran.
"Dad, didn't you tell Grandpa Ye to stop? Why do you feel like he has no intention of letting go?"
Ye Lingxiao frowned, his face a little confused.
But Ye Shaohua is one generation older than him in terms of seniority, so there are some things in the Lingxiao Alliance that cannot be said openly.
On the stage, Wen Ranran and Ye Shaohua were already fighting fiercely. Ye Shaohua's moves were simple and unsophisticated, and were superior to regularity and rich experience. However, Wen Ranran and Ye Shaohua had endless variations and could always attack from unexpected angles and ways.
The competition has gradually entered a fierce stage. Although Wen Ranran seems to be struggling to dodge every step, the moves she uses basically do not consume much energy.
Seeing that the competition had entered a fierce stage, Wen Ranran took a deep breath and sweated a little while holding the Silver Lin Sword in her hand. This old man was indeed a martial arts master. Although his swordsmanship was extremely simple, there were not so many bells and whistles.
But that aura is really as steady as a mountain, and powerful as hell.
After beating her for so long, Wen Ranran felt as if the internal energy in her body was starting to burn, making her feel slightly hot.
She breathed out lightly, her eyes still fixed on the other party's movements.
Seeing Wen Ranran taking the initiative to distance herself, Ye Shaohua couldn't help but sneered.
"I said, fancy tricks are of no use in front of me! Little girl, give up, you are no match for me!"
That's what he said, but Ye Shaohua himself was already secretly frightened.
The little girl in front of him was using a soft sword, but it was harder than his long sword, but there was no point where she was exhausted. It even felt a bit like when she was sparring with Ye Junmeng.
However, Ye Junmeng practiced the Taotie Magic Skill, and this little girl was able to use soft swords in this way. What scared her most was the sword in her hand. She cut with so much force for a long time, but she didn't even touch a single nick.
, on the other hand, my Shaohua Sword has already broken several small holes.
The battle that I thought could be resolved in one stick of incense has now taken two sticks of incense, but it has not been defeated yet.