The strongest master in history

"Oh, it's so boring, why hasn't brother Wuji come out yet?" The bored Yang Buhui kept wandering in the yard.

It has been several hours since Zhang Wuji went in to practice, and there is no movement at all. He is probably still immersed in his cultivation.

This made Yang Buhui very depressed.

Suddenly a figure walked into the hospital, and Yang Buhui's eyes lit up: "Little Master, are you back?"

Lin Yuanjian was stunned: "Wait, what did you call me?"

Yang Buhui grinned and said, "I call you little master, you are someone's master at such a young age, what is it if you are not a little master?"

Lin Yuanjian said helplessly: "Okay, you can call it whatever you want."

Yang Buhui rolled his eyes, "Little master, can I ask you a question?"

"Okay, then you can ask." Lin Yuanjian sat down on the stone bench in the yard.

Yang Buhui said with great anticipation: "You are so powerful in martial arts, can you accept me as your apprentice?"

"Accept you as an apprentice? No way." Lin Yuanjian resolutely refused.

Yang Buhui raised his mouth: "Why? Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Not everyone can be my apprentice. It depends on fate." Lin Yuanjian rubbed his chin and pondered, "But, if you want me to teach you martial arts, there is no problem."

Yang Buhui was overjoyed again in an instant: "Okay, then can you teach me my sword skills?"

Seeing his arms wrapped around his chest, Lin Yuan said, "Show me the trick."

"Then look after me, my swordsmanship is great, even my father praised me for being good." Yang Buhui said proudly, immediately pulled out the saber from his waist, walked to the center of the courtyard, and set it up. Then he practiced a set of swordsmanship from beginning to end.

After the sword move was over, Yang Buhui put the sword back into its sheath, and asked quite expectantly, "How is it?"

Lin Yuanjian thought for a while, and said: "Well... there are too many tricks, and the actual combat performance is weak. This is an extremely fierce swordsmanship, but you have made some changes to the posture of the move for the sake of looking good. This sword technique is used by you indecently."

"This..." Yang Buhui was at a loss for words for a moment, because Lin Yuanjian was indeed right, but she still refused to accept it: "But obviously my father praised me."

Lin Yuanjian laughed and said, "Maybe Yang Zuoshi couldn't bear to hit you."

Yang Buhui snorted: "Then you can play it for me once."

Lin Yuan saw it and said, "Bring the sword."

Hearing this, Yang Buhui drew out the sword and handed it to him.

As soon as Lin Yuanjian took the sword and stood there, his whole demeanor changed instantly, and the sword and the person became one.

After accepting "Heavenly Sword Star" Zhang Sanfeng as his apprentice to comprehend "Sword Dao", Lin Yuanjian has never tried the power of his own sword.

In fact, in terms of the perception of the way of the sword, he has reached the realm of returning to the basics.

Yang Buhui secretly exclaimed in his heart, although she couldn't understand anything, it gave her the feeling that she was very powerful.

Maybe this is the boss, standing there still makes people feel awesome.

Seeing that Lin Yuan moved, he was using Yang Buhui's sword technique just now, but Yang Buhui's level was one by one compared to his.

A set of swordsmanship flows freely, but there are countless changes in the simple sword moves, combining hardness and softness, and blending yin and yang. It seems that all swordsmanship in the world can find corresponding traces in it.

Rather than saying that this is a set of sword techniques, it is better to say that this is a demonstration of the pinnacle of sword skills.

If someone who is proficient in swordsmanship watches at this time, he will definitely sink into it and cannot extricate himself. After he digests everything he has realized, his swordsmanship will definitely get a leap-forward improvement.

It's a pity that Yang Buhui can't understand anything, she just thinks it's so awesome, in a word, it's awesome and it's over.

In the end, as Lin Yuanjian's sword became faster and faster, the entire courtyard was filled with sword energy!
Yang Buhui was forced to retreat to the side of the courtyard wall, his big eyes were wide open, fixedly staring at the selfless sword-wielding figure in the center of the courtyard.

At the same time, Lin Yuanjian was not aware of his unintentional behavior, which caused the entire Guangmingding to shake.

"Mr. Zuo Yang, something is wrong." Zhuang Zheng, envoy of Zhengqi of Ruijin Banner, hurriedly went to find Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao was talking to Wei Yixiao who had just arrived at Guangmingding, seeing Zhuang Zheng's hasty expression, he was startled: "Did the people from the Six Great Sects start to act?"

"No." Zhuang Zheng shook his head.

Yang Xiao felt relieved, but frowned: "Then what are you in such a hurry for?"

Wei Yi said with a smile: "Emissary Zhuang Qi, don't worry, speak slowly."

"Yang Zuoshi, Wei Bat King, look quickly." Zhuang Zheng raised the sword in his hand, only to see that the sword was affected by some strange force, and kept trembling.

Both Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao were at a loss, although they didn't understand what was going on, what kind of big deal was this?
"Not only the one in my hand, but all the swords on the entire Guangming Peak are like this, you see." Zhuang Zheng threw the sword on the ground, and the sword seemed to have grown legs, facing one direction on the ground start moving.

Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao were in a cold sweat, damn, is this a ghost?Why does the sword go?

"Follow this sword and see where it's going." Yang Xiao quickly calmed down.

The theory of ghosts and gods is really illusory. The abnormal situation of this sword must be due to some reason they don't know.

"Zhuang Zheng, go and appease the brothers, let everyone not panic and stay calm."

"Yes!" Zhuang Zheng turned around and left immediately.

Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao looked at each other, and quickly followed behind the sword.

At this time, the entire Guangmingding was in a mess.

"Why did this sword move by itself? There is a ghost!"

"I can't hold it anymore, this ghost is going to grab my sword. Fuck it, let me go. It was used by my mother to cut the umbilical cord when she gave birth to me. It means a lot!"

Hundreds of swords are flying in the same direction, or flying alone, or dragging their owners all the way, the scene is embarrassing and funny.

"What's going on?" Yang Xiao who saw this scene on the road was already dumbfounded.

Wei Yixiao muttered to himself: "I, Wei Yixiao, have never seen such a strange thing in most of my life."

Yang Xiao said quietly: "Where are these swords going?"

"Hurry up and follow, it should be nearby, and you will know what's going on when you get there." Wei Yixiao's figure flashed rapidly, he was already tens of meters away, and Yang Xiao followed closely.

Lin Yuan saw that the sword practice was not over yet, and the swords on the top of the light were flying towards him at this moment.

Yang Buhui was watching vigorously, when he suddenly heard the sound of sharp breaking wind, he quickly raised his head to look at the sky, and couldn't help screaming, it turned out to be hundreds of thousands of swords, shooting obliquely towards the courtyard like raindrops.

"Ah!" Yang Buhui hurriedly hid under a thick stone table.