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But, isn't he from the Zhang family? How could he appear here?

Could it be that he also joined the Xuanwu Sect?
"The Zhang family, Zhang Tianyun, has also joined our Xuanwu Sect. Now, I would like to ask the brothers in Xinfang to teach me sword moves."

Zhang Tianyun, Xuanwu Seventh Young Master ranked second, the reason why he was called Jian Shao, is because his sword has no opponent among the younger generation in Xuanwu City, even Jun Mowei, who is ranked first, simply competes with swords, I'm afraid he is not Zhang Tianyun's opponent.

Zhang Tianyun appeared, who would be his opponent in Wenxinfang?

No wonder Gongsun Ji said before that Yao Ye could only be ranked third. It turns out that besides Jun Mowei, there is Zhang Tianyun in front, which is not surprising.

Zhang Tianyun and Jun Mowei were in front of Yao Ye, so he had to obey.

"It seems that this third round of Wenxinfang will lose again." Many people thought in their hearts.

As far as the current situation is concerned, among the younger generation, Ji Shang, who ranks first in Wenxinfang, ranks sixth in the Xuanwu list, only a little better than Yao Ye, and is directly behind Zhang Tianyun by four places, and the gap is naturally needless to say.

Duanyue, who ranked second, ranked eighth on the Xuanwu list, a little behind the Xuanwu Seventh Young Master, and he didn't practice swords, so he was even less likely to be Zhang Tianyun's opponent.

Therefore, this third game is a loser.

While everyone was talking about it, Ji Shang had already walked in front of Zhang Tianyun, "Let me do it."

Zhang Tianyun looked at Ji Shang, not surprised, "Lunjian, you are not my opponent."

This is self-confidence. Even though Ji Shang is also one of the Xuanwu Seven Young Masters, Ji Shang is ranked sixth and Zhang Tianyun is ranked second. The gap can be imagined.

Zhang Tianyun is fully confident that he can easily defeat Ji Shang.

"Who knows, I haven't fought yet." Ji Shang said with a wry smile.

"Do you remember the last time I beat you?" Zhang Tianyun looked at Ji Shang and asked.

Ji Shang shook his head, "It's been too long to remember."

"Hehe, two years ago, in order to compete for the top ten in the Xuanwu list, I fought against you, and you only took thirty moves from me. Now, two years have passed, how many moves do you think you can take on me?" Zhang Tianyun asked.

"What do you think?" Ji Shang asked back.

"Twenty strokes." Zhang Tianyun said very confidently.

"Then let's start." Ji Shang shook his hand, drew his long sword out of its sheath, and was ready to strike.

"Very good." Zhang Tianyun was also unambiguous, with a silver sword flying across the sky, looking down on all living beings like a sword god.

"The Sword Breaks the Sky"

Zhang Tianyun made the first move, without any real energy, and without any soul power mixed in. It was a pure sword move, just like a person who doesn't know kung fu is dancing a sword.

This?
Zhang Tianyun, who is known as the sword master, used such clumsy moves, maybe even the worst disciple in Wenxinfang's swordsmanship is better than him?Someone was puzzled.

"Yeah, it's slow and simple. There's no skill or strength at all. It's like playing tricks. It's full of flaws. I feel like I can beat him in a matter of minutes." Someone beside him echoed.

"No, it's impossible. Zhang Tianyun's strength is obvious to all. Xuanwu Seventh Young Master ranks second. It can't be at this level. There must be something wrong." There are also people who know it well and know that things will not be so simple.

As Zhang Tianyu's opponent, Ji Shang stood there, facing Zhang Tianyun's seemingly extremely simple moves, he did not underestimate the enemy at all, on the contrary, he was more focused and serious than any of his moves.

"Ignore." Ji Shang closed his eyes, ignoring the obvious flaws in Zhang Tianyun's moves.

"Slow..." Zhang Tianyun was slow, Ji Shang was also slow, and even slower, the blade seemed to be stagnant in mid-air.

"break"

"Keng" Finally, as everyone was expecting, the swords of the two collided with each other, making a crisp metal impact sound.

The first move was over, and Ji Shang followed Ji Shang to switch from defense to offense, and also made a sword, which was also slow and simple.

"The sword field has no boundaries."

"Keng"

……

Two people, two swords, just like children fighting, one move and one move, more than [-] moves back and forth, but there is no winner, and the people below who were expecting to see a feast of swordsmanship, Can not help but have some disappointment.

I didn't see the wonderful duel of the Xuanwu Seventh Young Masters, but only saw the two of them slashing each other with one move. Not only was it not exciting, but it was also not violent.

"Keng" There was another impact on the martial arts arena, and this time both of them retreated slightly.

Zhang Tianyun looked at Ji Shang with some surprise, "You are stronger than I imagined. Compared with two years ago, your sword moves have improved a lot. You have already reached 33 moves, and you are still standing."

Ji Shang smiled slightly, "Should I thank you for your compliment?"

Zhang Tianyun smiled faintly, "You have indeed made great progress. With your current strength, I am afraid that you can enter the top five, but in front of me, there is still only one result, and that is, to lose."

"Maybe, but it's not important. Next, there will always be a winner no matter what." Ji Shangdao.

"Okay." After Zhang Tianyun finished speaking, he flicked his right hand and nailed the silver long sword in his hand to the martial arts arena.

Ji Shang followed closely, thrusting the sword beside him, and the two of them closed their eyes at the same time.

"buzz"

Two different forces surged around the two of them, and collided in the middle to form a wave of light that enveloped both of them.

Ordinary people can't see any problems, as if the two of them stood still in the martial arts arena, but the real strength is strong, and anyone who understands swords can spot it.

At this time, in that wave of light, countless sword lights flashed, as fast as lightning, as strong as a tiger, and every move was tricky.

What the two are comparing is not pure sword, nor pure power, but perception. The perception of sword is the competition of two people's sword intent.

Both of them have already comprehended the meaning of the sword, the first heavy sword follows the heart, so what they are comparing now is actually the strength of the heart, the heart to pursue the way of the sword.

After a few minutes:
"Tatata..." Ji Shang took three steps back, his face turning slightly pale.

"You lost." Zhang Tianyun said, and the corners of his mouth were still involuntarily smug. After all, Ji Shang was not as good as him.

Ji Shang was silent, looking at the sword nailed in front of him, indeed, he lost, but he persisted until 38 strokes, and he only lost comprehension, not an absolute failure.

"I lost, but next time, I will beat you." Ji Shang replied calmly, then turned around, lifted his long sword and prepared to leave the arena.

"Are you admitting defeat? This Ji Shang is too stupid, and he said that he is the number one disciple of Wenxinfang's inner sect. I think he should be bragging." Suddenly a discordant voice sounded.

Everyone followed the voice, and it turned out that it was Wenxinfang's own disciple who said it.

The person who spoke was Zheng Bin, who was at the peak of Mahayana, ranked seventh in the inner sect in Wenxinfang, and also a sword cultivator. He had always regarded himself very highly, and was quite dissatisfied with Ji Shang, the number one inner sect.

He had invited Ji Shang to fight several times, but he was ignored by Ji Shang, so he was very upset. Among other things, at least he thought that his swordsmanship was no worse than Ji Shang.

Usually Ji Shang just ignores him, but today, on such an important occasion, Ji Shang and Zhang Tianyun conceded defeat after just a few gestures, which made him look down on Ji Shang very much.

Ji Shang glanced at Zheng Bin, smiled and didn't care, and continued walking forward.

"Shrinking your head like a turtle, you are the only one who deserves to be called the Seventh Young Master of Xuanwu, a useless one." Seeing that Ji Shang still ignored him, Zheng Bin shouted even more joyfully.