The villain is whitewashed: the heroine regrets it

The simple-minded Si Ruo has more bad ideas than Long Yuanzhao, she really thought she had torn up the "Ziyang Sword Art", and Si Ruo, who had never made any mistakes, was frightened and froze, "I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't mean to! I... I'll make sure to sew it right up."

Long Yuanzhao comforted: "Senior Sister Siruo, don't worry, I will definitely not tell Immortal Master Xiu Qi about this matter."

Looking at Long Yuanzhao's bad face, Si Ruo always felt that he was threatening her, so she immediately grabbed Long Yuanzhao's arm and begged: "Mr. Long, I beg you, please don't talk about this matter." Tell my master!"

Long Yuanzhao rubbed his chin and pretended to think, "But even if I don't tell Immortal Master Xiuqi, he will definitely find out that "Ziyang Sword Art" has been torn up."

"Don't worry, Mr. Long, I will sew it up overnight."

"Well! This is the best." Long Yuanzhao thought to himself that if she was a woman, she would definitely be better at needlework than herself, and finally got rid of this hot potato, but...is it not good for me to bully a girl like this?

Si Ruo hurriedly picked up the cheat books scattered on the ground, she carefully arranged the pages one by one in order, and then wrapped them in a piece of pink cloth and put them in her chest.

Long Yuanzhao watched from the side, and thought to himself, "Siruo has a delicate mind, and when he gets married, he will definitely be able to handle the housework properly."

Si Ruo breathed a long sigh of relief after finishing this, she raised her head and said politely to Long Yuanzhao: "Mr. Long, since there is no sword manual now, I will personally teach you the first style of Ziyang swordsmanship-breaking Let's stab the star!"

Long Yuanzhao nodded, Si Ruo pulled out his sword, his expression froze, as if he was a different person, the gentle temperament on his body immediately became cold, she stood side by side, her shoulders were loose, her upper body was slightly Straightening up, her forearm was close to the sword body, she looked straight ahead and suddenly retracted her stomach, shouted coquettishly, and thrust out the sword suddenly, "Drink!", the sharp spiritual power pierced out along the tip of the sword, and transformed into an illusion in the air. The silver phantom, like a meteor flashing by, easily cut through the fallen leaves in the distance.

In Long Yuanzhao's view, although Si Ruo's star-breaking flash stab is very standard, it lacks a trace of spirituality. She has worked very hard and has practiced every point recorded in the book, but her swordsmanship talent is not high and she still cannot jump out. .

Long Yuanzhao couldn't help sighing that there are very few unrivaled wizards in the world like him who have mastered the top-level exercise "Ten Fang Moyin Divine Art" in one year!

Si Ruo put away his sword and came in front of Long Yuanzhao and asked, "Master Long, did you see the move just now?"

Long Yuanzhao quickly said: "Thanks to the thoughtfulness of my senior sister, I deliberately slowed down a lot. I can see clearly here."

Si Ruo smiled and said: "That's good, please ask Mr. Long to rehearse it again. If there is any deficiency, Si Ruo can point it out and correct it in time."

"Okay." Long Yuanzhao pulled out the wooden sword, and his expression was also concentrated. He held his head high, put his forearm close to the sword body, and then shouted: "Stick!" Suddenly, there was a strong wind around him, and then the wind stopped Everything returned to calm again, but the spiritual power that was supposed to pierce from the tip of the sword stayed awkwardly on the sword. Long Yuanzhao seemed to have let out a dull fart after holding it in for a long time, and his face suddenly couldn't hold back. Li: "This... this is impossible."

Outside the screen, Long Yuanzhao, who was hiding in his soul and editing his memory, also blushed. After traveling through this book, he discovered a very strange phenomenon. Long Yuanzhao's body can learn everything very quickly. There is nothing he can do with swordsmanship alone. He is like a Sleeping Beauty who can't touch the spinning wheel. Whenever he touches swordsmanship, he pulls his hips. This strange law of cause and effect has not changed even after he became the world's strongest.

Lan Bing couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene: "Isn't this idiot clearly not making any progress?"

Everyone laughed when they heard the words: "Hahaha... I thought Long Yuanzhao was omnipotent. It turns out that there are things in this world that he is not good at."

One person said persuasively: "To say that Long Yuanzhao is a second-rate swordsman is really overestimating him. His realm should be third-rate."

"Now that I think about it carefully, Long Yuanzhao didn't have a bright moment when he used Yujian Jue in the ground ranking competition. His sword skills were all supported by the powerful spiritual power cultivated by the Shifang Moyin Divine Art."

A flash of inspiration flashed in Lin Xiao's mind, and he felt as if he had caught Long Yuanzhao's weakness, but he thought carefully that he hadn't caught anything. Although Long Yuanzhao's swordsmanship was rubbish, he didn't use swordsmanship. Who the hell could compete with him? The Ten Directions Demon Chanting Divine Art at its peak?

As Long Yuanzhao's ex-wife, Quan Ning had vaguely heard some embarrassing things about Long Yuanzhao when he was young. She always thought that although Long Yuanzhao's swordsmanship was not as good as Shifang Moyin's magical skills, it was just so-so. After all, he The original cultivation base and talent are there, but who knows that his swordsmanship is really a mess, it's bullshit without the blessing of Shifang Moyin.

Su Xueru felt that everyone's ridicule was extremely harsh, she stared blankly at the clumsy Long Yuanzhao in the picture, and thought: "When Yuanzhao escapes this disaster, I will teach him swordsmanship myself."

In the picture, Si Ruo has not realized what a 'remarkable' apprentice she has taken in, and she still has confidence in Long Yuanzhao, she carefully comforted: "Young Master Long is fine, don't be discouraged, try again if you fail once." .”

Long Yuanzhao’s heart fluttered like fifteen buckets. He noticed that the damn law of karma was working on him again, and Si Ruo continued to say to him: “Mr. Long, you practice slowly here, and I’ll just stand there Look around."

"Okay senior sister!" Long Yuanzhao smiled awkwardly but politely, he turned his face and saw Su Xueru and Cheng Xingdu just in time.

Su Xueru took out a handkerchief and wiped Cheng Xingdu's sweat: "Brother Cheng, you are really good. You learned seven or eight moves in a short time. According to this speed, it may not take a few days for you to master the flowing water sword technique."

"This is all taught by you, Xueru."

Long Yuanzhao turned his head and ate enough dog food, and he said bitterly in his heart, "What the hell, didn't you just learn a few sword skills in the morning? I have learned the ten-direction magic chant magic skill, have I shown it off to others? (Long Yuanzhao has never shown off to others. He took a very big risk by pretending to be a child of the Jackie Chan family this time. It is easy for people to associate him with Long Yuanzhao was connected, so in order to conceal his identity, he deliberately exaggerated everywhere.)”

Si Ruo saw Long Yuanzhao peeking at Su Xueru without disappointment, she was a little angry with a sullen face, and her tone of voice became a lot heavier, "Long Bing, you don't practice swords yourself, why are you peeking at others?"

"Just practice now, Senior Sister Siruo, don't be angry, I will practice now."

Long Yuanzhao held his head high and practiced the star-breaking flash stab over and over again, but due to the irresistible force, there was no progress.

He didn't care, but Si Ruo was very anxious, "Long Bing, don't forget that you will compete with Cheng Xingdu in a few days, are you going to compete with him like this?"