Leng Qingqiu frowned slightly, looking a little unhappy.
All outer disciples of the Xuantian Sect wore white robes to show their identity. But the man in front of him was actually wearing a sword robe.
Moreover, according to the regulations of the Xuantian Sect, any disciple who has not reached the realm of Tongtian God before the age of twenty will be expelled from the sect.
This man was obviously in his late twenties, but he was still at the first level of the True Martial Realm.
No matter what, he doesn't look like a disciple of Xuantian Sect.
But why did he appear here and sit next to Elder Wang Ye.
Could it be that he is the descendant of Elder Wang Ye?
But no matter who you are, you dare to sleep during my lecture, even if you are a descendant of Xuantian Sect Master.
A cold light flashed in Leng Qingqiu's eyes. She stretched out her slender hand, pointed at Shen Chenfeng who was closing his eyes to rest, and said, "Junior brother, could you please answer, how many basic sword skills are there?"
Seeing this scene, everyone glared at Shen Chenfeng.
"Good fellow, this man is wearing a sword robe and deliberately attracts Senior Sister Leng's attention."
"Besides, he is still pretending to sleep."
"It's so abominable."
Under the angry eyes of everyone, Shen Chenfeng remained motionless, as if he was really asleep.
This made people even more angry, and a hint of anger rose in Leng Qingqiu's heart.
She was so cold and cool that no matter where she went, she was the center of attention. No matter which man met her, they all showed great attentiveness to her.
But the person in front of her dared to ignore her.
And, sleeping in a class with thousands of people.
hateful!
Leng Qingqiu flicked his fingers, and a cold light flashed out.
Although she didn't use much power, it wouldn't hurt Shen Chenfeng. But if she was hit by this light, she would inevitably make a fool of herself.
However.
Just when the cold light flew in front of Shen Chenfeng, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, and two exquisite divine lights bloomed in his eyes, smashing the cold light into pieces.
"Why did you attack me?"
Shen Chenfeng raised his head, his eyes like sharp swords, looking straight at Leng Qingqiu.
Leng Qingqiu's heart trembled, she was too familiar with this kind of gaze.
Sword repair!
Only a sword cultivator can have such a sharp gaze.
There was an unexpected expression on her face. She didn't expect that this seemingly useless young man turned out to be a swordsman. But she still had a cold face and said politely: "Please answer, how many basic swordsmanship styles are there?"
Shen Chenfeng said without thinking: "There are fourteen styles in total."
The space suddenly fell silent.
Then a burst of crazy ridicule resounded throughout the square.
"This is the first time I've heard that there are fourteen styles of basic swordsmanship."
"Hahaha, it made me laugh so hard."
"This person was able to attract Senior Sister Leng's attention. I thought he was a master. I didn't expect that he could answer such a simple question wrong."
Amidst the roar of laughter, Wang Ye couldn't stand it anymore and hurriedly gave Shen Chenfeng a book.
I saw in this book a general outline of basic swordsmanship, which is divided into eight moves: stabbing, splitting, point, chop, pick, chop, cut and shock.
"Why so little?"
Shen Chenfeng frowned slightly, basic swordsmanship is the general outline of all swordsmanship.
Without the basic six-style swordsmanship, it is equivalent to cutting off half of the road, and there will be no great achievements in the future.
I don’t know which idiot wrote the book to mislead future generations.
"Junior brother, you said there are fourteen basic swordsmanship moves in total. I wonder which moves they are?"
Leng Qingqiu's face was ashen. The other party was also a swordsman after all. How could he not know such a basic question?
It can be seen that the other party is obviously deliberately looking for trouble and wants to attract her attention.
She didn't know how many things like this she had seen.
But she was not afraid and looked at Shen Chenfeng with a sneer on her face to see how long Shen Chenfeng could keep pretending.
"In addition to the eight styles recorded in the book, there are also six styles of swordsmanship."
Shen Chenfeng didn't pay attention to Leng Qingqiu's cold gaze, and replied to himself: "These six postures are the sword lifting posture, sword cutting posture, cloud sword posture, hanging sword posture, sword raising posture and sword wiping posture."
"That's all nonsense!"
"I have practiced swordsmanship for so long, but I have never heard of this so-called six-style swordsmanship."
"This general outline of swordsmanship was written by Empress Fenghua herself and has been widely circulated. Is it possible that this boy's swordsmanship is even better than that of Empress Fenghua?"
Listening to the discussions around him, a frightening murderous intention flashed in Shen Chenfeng's eyes.
It’s Li Muyu again!
This vicious woman deliberately skipped the basic six-style swordsmanship. Could it be that she wanted to cut off the art of swordsmanship?
Leng Qingqiu was so angry that she was shaking all over. She had seen people pretending to be cool, but she had never seen people pretending to be so natural, as if they were real.
If she hadn't been proficient in swordsmanship, she would have almost believed it.
Since you like to show off, I'll let you show off as much as you can.
I just want to see how long you can keep pretending.
Leng Qingqiu snorted and said: "Junior brother, I have never heard of this so-called six-style swordsmanship. Why don't you demonstrate it to us so that we can open our eyes?"
"good idea."
"Let him demonstrate it to us so that we can see it."
"Hahaha, let's see how long you can keep pretending."
Under everyone's mocking gazes, Wang Ye moved his body outward, pretending not to recognize Shen Chenfeng.
But the next scene shocked everyone.
Shen Chenfeng stood up, picked up the Lingfeng Sword, and actually walked onto the stage.
Everyone was shocked.
It’s already this time, but I’m still pretending.
Leng Qingqiu was also a little surprised, but didn't say anything. He took a step back and gave up the entire ceremony stage to Shen Chenfeng.
"Since everyone wants to see it, I will demonstrate it to everyone."
Shen Chenfeng took out the Lingfeng Sword, and under everyone's gaze, he slightly arched his body and thrust the sword straight forward.
Sword stabbing style!
His movements were extremely standard, just like a textbook. Even Leng Qingqiu couldn't find any faults.
After Shen Chenfeng thrust out the sword, his body did not stop. He held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and slashed forward with force from top to bottom.
Sword splitting style!
This style of swordsmanship is still very standard, and you can't find any problems with it.
Next, Shen Chenfeng fired six swords in a row.
Soon, he had completed all the eight basic sword skills recorded in the book.
"Why aren't you moving?"
"We want to see the other six styles of swordsmanship you mentioned. Why do you show us the eight basic styles of swordsmanship recorded in the book?"
"Hey, can't you pretend anymore?"
"If you ask me, apologize to Senior Sister Leng quickly and get off the stage. Don't be embarrassed here."
Seeing that Shen Chenfeng had stopped moving, people's jeers became more and more harsh, and their tone became more and more unrestrained.
"Junior brother, why did you stop suddenly?"
Leng Qingqiu looked at Shen Chenfeng coldly, as if he had seen the other party make a fool of himself.
