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48. Then I will not be polite!

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    Carrying firewood, rice, oil and salt on his back, the old man left Qingshui Village and walked on the dirt road in the countryside.

    His home is quite a distance from Qingshui Village, and it takes twenty or thirty miles to get there, and there is only one family near his home, and wild animals in the nearby mountains will come to disturb him from time to time.

    Fortunately, although the Sword God Sword is broken, it is still sharp. Although it is no longer possible to compete with the heroes of the world at the Sword Discussion Meeting, it is still possible to deal with wild beasts in the mountains.

    Halfway there, on the road in front of the old man, suddenly there was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy holding a bamboo sword, gesticulating and practicing sword in the middle of the road.

    It's nice to be young

    Seeing this young man, the old man couldn't help feeling a little emotional. He glanced at the young man casually, and then couldn't move anymore.

    "Thisis this?"

    He originally thought that an eleven or twelve-year-old boy practicing swords would at most practice some ordinary and popular basic sword skills, but he did not expect that the sword skills derived from bamboo swords in this boy's hands  , It was so profound and subtle, which made him dizzy.

    What the old man loves most in his life is this kind of superb swordsmanship. If a stunning beauty wears light clothes and dances in front of him, and then let a peerless swordsman perform his swordsmanship in front of the old man at the same time, the old man will definitely go.  Watch swordsmen practice swords.

    After all, how can a woman have fun practicing swords?

    On the way of swordsmanship, the old man originally thought that he had reached the pinnacle of this world. Even the land gods enshrined in the rivers and lakes and the Great Xia Kingdom, the old man thought to himself that he would not lose to them in terms of swordsmanship.

    What he lacked was only age and cultivation. In fact, after fighting, he found that his swordsmanship was even better than those old monsters.

    However, at this moment, even he couldn't figure out the unpredictable swordsmanship and some sword moves in this young man's hands.

    The old man couldn't help standing aside with his back on his back, watching the young man practice his sword, fascinated by it, and he didn't wake up until the young man finished practicing a set of sword skills and put away his sword to leave.

    "Little baby, please stay behind!"

    Seeing that the boy was about to leave, the old man hurriedly asked to stay.

    The young man turned his head, and the old man noticed his face. He was one of the threesome in the village, the youngest boy.

    "Oh, it's you."

    Bai Li put away the bamboo sword, and asked with some surprise:

    "Does the old man have any advice?"

    "Teaching is out of the question."

    The old man was also an honest man. He looked around, and with his one arm, exhaled his true energy, and cut off a branch from a tree beside the road, and asked:

    "Young man, can you compare swords with the old man?"

    "a sword fight?"

    Bai Li looked at the empty right hand of the old man speechlessly, then at his gray white hair and the daily necessities on his back, and continued:

    "Old man, Pengci is not like this. How can you be so disabled, old and carrying things, and then let me fight with you? If you get beaten up, you will stay at my house and stay in the future."  Yes, my parents must beat me to death, I can't compare, I can't compare."

    "Hey, I didn't touch your porcelain, I just want to see your sword skills."

    The old man hurriedly waved his hands and said:

    "You don't believe me, why don't we make a written statement?"

    He put down the back basket, and actually took out a white paper and ink pen from the back bag, held it with his left hand, and wrote a letter of guarantee crookedly.

    Bai Li took the letter of guarantee from the old man, looked at it with some hesitation, and said:

    "Old man, it's not that I look down on you. Your handwriting is obviously not left-handed, so your left hand is definitely not your dominant hand. It's too exaggerating for you to compare swords with my left hand."

    "It doesn't matter, you just come."

    The old man smiled with confidence.

    Of course he can see that Bai Li's swordsmanship is exquisite, even higher than the swordsmanship he has mastered. This kid is definitely an unworldly genius, but he is only twelve or thirteen years old after all, even if he was beaten from the womb  As soon as he started to exercise, the old man felt that Bai Li's cultivation foundation would definitely not exceed that of an old man who had been steeped in martial arts for forty years.

    No matter how exquisite the sword technique is, it needs a corresponding foundation to support it. Otherwise, even if it can be used, it is just a show, empty and invisible, without the slightest power. It is really no match for the old man.  Cut and break Bai Li's sword move.

    "Well then, since it's you who wants to compare."

    Bai Li nodded, wrote his name on the white paper, and made a handprint with the old man. Then he put away the paper and lifted the bamboo sword. Suddenly, a powerful true power that was still higher than the old man exuded from his body.  gas.

    "Come on, old man, please make a move."

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    Fifteen minutes later, Bai Li withdrew the sword in his hand with a regretful expression on his face.

    In front of him, the one-armed old man silently looked at the broken branches on the ground, with a sad face on his face.

    "Oh, no comparison, no comparison."

    He shook his head at the injured old man and said:

    "If you still have your hand, you can still fight with the sword in your usual hand. Now that you are like this, it is okay to bully and bully juniors, but it is completely useless to compete with me. Old man, unless you can find someone to heal your hand,  Otherwise, you will not be able to go any further along the path of the sword."

    Putting away the bamboo sword, Bai Li glanced at the old man again, and said:

    "It's a pity well, forget it, let's go home and have dinner."

    After finishing speaking, he left here without looking back, and walked towards Qingshui Village.

    The old man did not keep him. After Bai Li left, the old man raised his hand silently, blasted a small hole in the ground, and buried the broken branches in the hole.

    After the filling was leveled, he put on his back basket and continued to walk in the direction of his home, his back was a little lonely.

    After walking for a while, when the simple earthen wall of his house could be seen, there was another white-haired man in the nearby mountains for some reason, and he also practiced sword in the field beside the road.

    Compared with Bai Li, this man's sword practice is full of sword energy. The flying sword energy directly cuts the weeds in a three-meter radius around him, forming a clearing in the grassy wilderness.

    The old man couldn't help taking a second look, and found that the sword technique used by the white-haired man was the same as the sword technique used by the boy before, but the sword technique of the white-haired man was even more subtle than that of the boy before, and it was extremely powerful.  The sword energy was commanded by him like an arm, and it was easily controlled within a three-meter radius of himself, forming a field that was absolutely impossible to invade. The combination of sword lights formed a circle of swords, which made the old man fascinated.

    But he lowered his head, looked at his empty right arm, and then sighed helplessly. He stopped looking at the white-haired man practicing sword, but continued to walk home with the basket on his back.

    The sound of swords suddenly stopped, and the old man was surprised when a gentle voice suddenly came from beside him, asking:

    "Since the old man stopped to watch, why didn't he see the end? Could it be that Bai's swordsmanship is not enough to catch the old man's vision?"

    The old man turned his head, and it was the white-haired man practicing the sword who made the sound. He put the sword behind his back and looked at the old man with curiosity on his face.

    "No, little brother, at such a young age, your swordsmanship has reached a level that I can't understand. Your swordsmanship is so brilliant that it seems that all the swordsmen in the Jianghu are people who are trying to gain fame. The real name of the sword god should be given to you."  That's right."

    The old man said to him:

    "I don't watch it not because this sword technique can't be seen by me, but because it's too profound. Now I don't have the qualifications to touch it."

    After finishing speaking, the old man raised his empty sleeves, then turned around and continued walking towards home.

    "Is it because of the loss of dominant hand?"

    Behind him, the white-haired man suddenly said:

    "Old man, if I say, I know someone who can heal your arm, would you like to give it a try?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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