Invincible copy system

In the early morning, there were only two people standing on the Qinglong Guanyuntai.

Zhang Fan and Bai Yi.

The other disciples in the Taoist temple are all hiding around.

They didn't want to appear in front of Zhang Fan, an innate warrior, but they were all interested in this duel.

Bai Yi is holding a one-meter-long wooden sword in her hand. She has no intention of using the Qi sword, but simply uses moves to fight the enemy. She wants to judge the results of Zhang Fan's overnight comprehension.

Zhang Fan also gave up the method of using the scanning system. He wanted to know whether his original boxing method could beat Bai Yi, a master swordsman.

"Are you ready?" Bai Yi called out.

"Hurry up, I haven't had breakfast yet."

Zhang Fan pretended to be very relaxed and replied.

"Then, let's see what happens."

Bai Yi yelled and rushed over.

For the first sword, she didn't use any skill, only fast.

Zhang Fan was not careless, he knew that Bai Yi's footwork was very powerful, and his sword was faster.

Bai Yi pointed straight at Zhang Fan's throat like an arrow leaving the string.

In the blink of an eye, the wooden sword stopped in mid-air.

Zhang Fan stretched out both hands, holding Bai Yi's wooden sword firmly one by one, not letting it advance one centimeter.

"Ha ha."

Then, Bai Yi smiled lightly, but his hands moved.

She pulled out the wooden sword in an instant, and the wooden sword danced a sword flower in her hand, then turned around and swept across.

Zhang Fan's countermeasures this time are very simple.

With only one hand raised, it blocked her long sword.

Afterwards, Bai Yi did not move his position, and made several strikes, but Zhang Fan blocked them all.

Then, she retreated quickly and stood five steps away from Zhang Fan.

"The wind blows the clouds."

Bai Yi yelled, his figure and wooden sword spun simultaneously, and rushed towards Zhang Fan.

This time, Zhang Fan did not stand still.

With a leap, he used both fists and palms to block Bai Yi's three instant sword strikes.

Bai Yi quickly moved to the other side of Zhang Fan and performed another move.

"Moving through the clouds."

But Zhang Fan blocked it easily.

……

After more than ten moves, Bai Yi still didn't hurt Zhang Fan.

"Emei, Kunlun, Wudang, Qingcheng, and the township moves of several major sword schools are already here. Your results this night are not bad."

Bai Yi put the wooden sword behind her back and said with a smile.

"Don't stop, you haven't made your own sword move yet?"

Zhang Fan has no intention of stopping.

"I'm not an idiot. Your boxing style is a little bit strong. I'll teach you how to do it. What if you break my sword?"

"hehe"

Knowing that Bai Yi had seen through Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan was about to stop.

But Bai Yi, who was standing opposite, said, "What are you doing? You haven't attacked yet."

"Ok?"

"Your boxing style won't be useless for offensive moves, right?"

"you sure?"

Zhang Fan asked with a malicious smile.

"of course."

Bai Yi's expression was full of confidence.

"First style."

Zhang Fan also called out and rushed over.

Sweeping with one palm, leaning to one side, directly attacking Bai Yi on the road.

Bai Yi glanced at it, but didn't find anything special, so he directly stabbed at Zhang Fan's side where the flaw was exposed.

However, just as the wooden sword was stretched out halfway, Zhang Fan's body suddenly turned around, and he directly flicked Bai Yi's sword away.

Bai Yi didn't change his time, and hurriedly stepped back.

However, she was not angry, and excitedly shouted: "Come again."

This time, Bai Yi also rushed forward.

The two of them moved at the same time, advanced and retreated in the same way, and began to compete with each other.

Soon, one hundred strokes passed.

Bai Yi's sword moves were exceptionally fierce, although he used a wooden sword, the energy he sent out was not weak at all.

Zhang Fan's strategy is to let nature take its course, to retreat as an advance, and to have both offense and defense.

Therefore, Bai Yi's sword energy didn't hurt Zhang Fan's hair, but she must always pay attention to the opponent's flexible fist and palm style, which has no sharp edges and corners, but has a long stamina and can't stop talking.

It's just that every move Bai Yi made had a name, and Zhang Fan was just shouting numbers.

After a few moves, Bai Yi finally stopped.

"It's a set of excellent internal boxing techniques, Zhang Fan, can you give me the right to name it?"

After putting away the wooden sword, Bai Yi asked in a low voice.

Zhang Fan smiled triumphantly, and replied, "Tell me something first?"

"How about 'Zhang's Mianquan'?"

"Cough cough" Zhang Fan coughed violently, and replied, "Not good?"

"Zhang's internal boxing?"

"No."

"The eighteen hands of the Zhang family?"

"There are more than eighteen tricks."

"Eighteen is just an imaginary number."

"not good."

……

"Can't you say a name that's crazy about Kuba?" Finally, Zhang Fan stopped Bai Yi from shouting.

"Zhangjia Overlord Fist"

"Just call Wang Baquan, you'd better forget it."

"Cloudless Hand"

Suddenly, a very childish voice came over.

Zhang Fan and Bai Yi turned their heads to look at the person coming at the same time.

The visitor was dressed in a long purple gown, and looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

The master of the Qinglong temple, the real person of Ziye.

Zhang Fan immediately bowed his head and replied, "Thank you, the Lord, for your name."

Ziye didn't answer, but went straight between the two of them and walked to the edge of the cloud platform.

Bai Yi and Zhang Fan also quickly walked behind him.

"We have existed for tens of thousands of years, but we still can't get out of this cage. The world is in our eyes and in our hearts, but we can't get out of this mundane world."

Just when Zhang Fan was thinking about Ziye's words, Ziye suddenly moved.

Master Ziye's feet slowly floated up, and he stood in the air, but there was no energy from his whole body.

Zhang Fan used the scanning system, but he still doesn't know what method he used.

Then, Master Ziye stretched out his hand and flicked it towards the sky far away.

The fog around the gimbal dissipated immediately.

There was also no energy, no temperature change, and no symptoms.

It was as if it had never existed. One moment it was surrounded by clouds and mist, and the next moment it was cloudless and the sun was shining brightly.

This is not a practice.

"I have worked hard for a hundred years, but I still can't break through this innate realm. Zhang Fan, do you know what kind of feeling this is?"

"I don't know."

Zhang Fan replied honestly.

"Although you are not the strangest person I have ever seen, you also have a rare opportunity in the world. The front is dark, and I hope you will live a thousand sails, and your original intention will remain the same."

"Thank you, Daoist."

Master Ziye waved his hand, and the cloud platform was surrounded by clouds and mist again, which seemed to be thicker than before.

"Go down the mountain."

After speaking, Master Ziye flew directly into the thick fog.

"This isn't martial arts, is it?"

Zhang Fan turned his head to look at Bai Yi, who was beside him, and asked in horror.

"The highest state of martial arts is Xiantian, but no one can say clearly what is above Xiantian." Bai Yi didn't turn his head, as if he was talking to himself.

"What's the meaning of your uncle's words just now?"

Bai Yi turned her head to look into Zhang Fan's eyes, and answered seriously.

"My understanding is that it's good to do it yourself."