There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 670 One Sword

soon.

With just one sprint, Fang Bie was already standing in the Wudang Temple.

Even Baiyun didn't react.

As Zhang Zhenren's Taoist boy, he naturally has kung fu on hand.

But even if he had time, Fang Bie would never have imagined that he would be so fast.

Of course, it was also related to the size difference. If Bai Yunsheng was taller and stronger, Fang Bie would not be able to drag him into the yard like a football.

But Bai Yunsheng was petite and exquisite.

"What are you doing!" Bai Yun never imagined that he would be kidnapped at the door of his house in his lifetime.

And the other party hugged him like a 100-meter sprint and rushed into the house and threw himself into the trap?
"You must come in." Fang Bie gently put Baiyun on the ground, and said with a smile, "So I'm coming in here?"

Baiyun finally took a look at Fang Bie.

Before, he didn't know what Fang Bie and Li Bie were, and what Shangli and Wangli were, but now, Fang Bie taught him what it means to be evil and beating in society.

"Also, if you hear the word Fangbie in the future, just think about how you managed to run the 100-meter sprint in my arms." The young man said logically.

When it comes to educating children, Fang Bie has to say that he is really talented.

Bai Yun couldn't help but feel a little puffed up, but when he thought of the moment when he just rushed over, all the things he had learned in his life were useless, and he felt very powerless in an instant.

"Master!" He turned his head and shouted towards the Sanqing Hall not far away: "Someone bullied me."

If the parents are relatively close, calling the parents is a really scary thing, especially if the parents are still very powerful.

But when Baiyun's voice fell, no one came out from the Sanqing Palace.

"This." Bai Yun was stunned for a moment, and then called out again: "Eldest brother! Eldest brother has come out!"

"Someone bullied me."

Fang Bie quietly stood in front of Baiyun watching his performance, but Baiyun finally couldn't stand himself anymore.

"That." Bai Yun looked at Fang Bie: "Okay, I admit defeat."

Under the premise that there is no way to summon teammates to beat the enemy, he really has no good way to deal with Fang Bie.

Fang Bie smiled: "So you must have the correct posture when visiting."

Saying this, Fang Bie looked towards the Hall of Sanqing in front of him and said softly, "Fang Bie, junior, come to pay respects to Master Zhang."

Fang Bie's voice was very soft, but it was filled with overwhelming internal force, and the sound waves moved forward straight and unimpeded.

Immediately afterwards, an old man's voice sounded in the Sanqing Palace: "Is Baiyun okay?"

As soon as the old man's voice came out, Baiyun hurried over, while Fang Bie waited quietly, and heard footsteps gradually coming from the hall.

"Master, it's the door he broke in." Bai Yun walked out behind an old man wearing a washed missionary robe that was about to fade, pointing at Fang Bie to complain as soon as he came out.

Fang Bie looked at the old man, clasped his fists together and made a welcome salute: "Fang Bie, junior, I have met Wudang Daoist Zhang."

Baiyun poked his head out behind Zhang Buping: "Master, hit him!"

"It's not good to be a guest from afar." Zhang Buping said with a smile.

"The younger generation came all the way from thousands of miles just to beg for a fight." Fang Bie looked at Zhang Buping and said seriously.

Zhang Buping couldn't help laughing: "Come here from a thousand miles to beg for a beating, then this skin is really itchy."

This real Zhang Zhenren from Wudang is clothed in straw sandals and is extremely simple. His name is Zhang Buping, but it seems that he is a bit too ordinary.

He was empty-handed, thin and hale, only his eyes were particularly sharp and energetic.

"I'm here to ask Daoist Zhang to look at my sword." Fang Bie looked at Zhang Buping and continued.

"Where's the sword?" Zhang Buping asked.

"It's in your hand." Fang Bie said so, stretched out his hand, and a long sword popped out of his sleeve in an instant, and was held by the young man in his hand.

This kind of juggling ability made Baiyun enjoy watching it, after all, Baiyun was so bored on the mountain that he started watching ants, and when he saw Fang Bie's tricks for a while, he was so much happier in an instant, almost staring out of his eyes.

However, my original intention remained unchanged: "Master, hit him!"

"he bullies me!"

Zhang Buping turned his head and patted Baiyun's head: "Don't fight every day, fighting is not fun, besides, if this little friend Fang wants to bully you, he probably has many ways to bully others."

Having said that, Zhang Buping looked at the sword in Fang Bie's hand and nodded, "It's a little interesting."

"Then can I use my sword against real people now?" Fang Bie asked.

Zhang Buping nodded.

Then Fang Bie didn't hesitate any more, holding the sword in his hand, he slashed forward in an instant.

Fang Bie will always have only this sword, just like Cheng Yaojin's three-axe, if he is not a hero ranked in the top [-] in the world, he can't even take the three-axe.

But Zhang Buping in front of him is empty-handed.

If there is a sneak attack, it is of course the best time for the opponent to have no weapons in their hands.

Even if it is Fang Farewell, you must first confirm whether Zhang Buping is ready.

Fang Bie knew that his sword was very powerful, stronger than an existence like Ning Huan and Wang Zhi. Facing Fang's other swords, he had to fight against it with weapons to barely maintain it.

But Zhang Buping didn't even have a sword in his hand, he didn't even have a whisk.

But if Zhang Buping nodded, then Fang Bie would choose to strike the sword without reservation.

Because he is Zhang Buping.

It is suspected by many people that he may be the strongest person in the entire rivers and lakes, maybe there is no such person.

The boy's figure leaped forward like a ghost, at this moment Baiyun realized that Fang Bie was really playing with him just now.

When this young man was really about to attack or even kill, his gaze and aura were completely different.

"clang!"

There was a soft sound in the air.

It was like the sound of metal colliding.

Fang Bie shook his sword, and looked at Zhang Buping in disbelief: "Sir, is this all right?"

Facing Fang Bie's inevitable sword, Zhang Buping just stretched out two fingers.

Two fingers that are somewhat skinny like branches.

Zhang Buping stretched out his fingers, and facing Fang Bie's thunderous slash, he just lightly blocked it, struck slowly and quickly, with a force of four or two thousand catties, he instantly counteracted Fang Bie's slash and even borrowed his strength Do not pop the square away.

All this is easy to say, but how difficult it is to put it into practice.

There are only three words to receive hair, but if it can be done, it is undoubtedly a well-deserved martial arts master.

"Good sword." Zhang Buping looked at his fingers, and then said.

"It makes the real person laugh. The junior with a sword is no match for the real person's bare hands. It is the junior who is convinced to lose." Fang Bie said sincerely.

Zhang Buping is different from others.

When Fang Bie slashed someone with his sword, even if the other party could barely catch it, the training and adaptation Fang Bie had received for a long time allowed him to slash the second sword as quickly as possible, and even the third sword and the fourth sword. The last sword is connected with each other, and each sword is an impeccable sword.

Until the opponent is hacked to death.

This is what Fang Bie figured out, what if the three axes didn't cut down the opponent.

If you can't cut with three axes, you can only cut with four axes, five axes or even a thousand axes. As long as you are skilled enough, an iron pestle can be ground into a needle, and as long as you chop too much, even steel will be chopped into pieces.

Not to mention people.

But in the face of Zhang Buping, he was no match for the two fingers that the opponent stretched out casually.

Fang Bie subconsciously thought of Qin.

If you use this sword to cut Qin, will there be a similar result?

"I have accepted your sword, but it does not mean that your sword is not good." Zhang Buping looked at Fang Bie and said slowly: "There are many swords that are open and close. There are very few swords that have reached this level."

"How long have you practiced this sword?" Zhang Buping asked.

Fang Bie looked at the old man in front of him, was silent for a moment, and then replied, "Ten years."

"Is there anyone you really want to kill?" Zhang Buping asked again.

Fang Bie shook his head: "No."

Fang Bie never had anyone he wanted to kill, all he wanted was to be able to kill those who wanted to kill him.

"Then you must have someone very important." Zhang Buping sighed and said, "To be able to train such a sword, there must be someone who wants to kill."

"Or there are people who want to protect with all their might."

Fang don't say anything.

Because Zhang Buping was right.

When someone says something right, if you don't want to quibble or admit it, then keeping silent is the best choice.

If there is a person who is very important to you, and she is very powerful, so powerful that you feel that you will never be able to reach her current state in this life, that is really a desperate thing.

But you watched her fight hard in the wind and rain every day, desperately trying to change a moment of survival.

So I don't want to be a burden, and even the idea that I can stand in front of her and shield her from the wind and rain will arise spontaneously.

Fang Bie finally chose the fastest and fastest path.

But now, Fang Bie also encountered his own problems.

That is his sword is not strong enough.

Of course - one sword is already strong enough, saying that one sword is not strong enough is a bit like Versailles.

If it is said that there are less than [-] people in the world who can catch a sword, and less than ten people can catch it and have a chance to fight back, then this is definitely a martial arts secret book that will be swarmed by people all over the world.

But Fang Bie's sword doesn't have any martial arts secrets, he just polished the sword swing to perfection, behind this is the hard work of practicing only one sword in ten years.

But Fang Bie's sword can't be like a certain bald teacher's punch that can be unscrupulous and disregarding the law in seconds. His sword is the result of matching internal strength and deep comprehension, plus long-term observation and practice. Now it has reached the absolute bottleneck.

Fang Bie has almost explored the potential of this sword to the extreme. It can be said that there is no way to improve it. Fang Bie spent ten years honing this sword, but even if Fang Bie swung the sword once a day Thousand times and another ten years, can Fang Bie's sword be stronger than it is now?

Of course.

But how much stronger?
Don't know it yourself - it's almost negligible.

There is no way for a young man to be proficient in an advanced martial art in a short period of time. After all, the stronger the martial art, the more time it takes to polish it, and the most uncomfortable thing in the world is that you have spent 20 years training to become a dragon elephant. On the eighth floor of Boruogong, he found that after he came out, there were still a lot of people who couldn't beat him.

When it comes to the profundity of martial arts, whether it is Ning Huan's Great Compassion Fu or Qin's Suo Zun Gong, they are all superior to Fang's other three or five magical skills.

And what Fang Bie has to do is to use his worse martial arts and shorter training time to try to defeat those people who have been the most remarkable in the entire world for a hundred years.

All of this is really a little too difficult.

Facing the silent Fang Bie, Zhang Buping smiled, and continued: "And you found that your sword gradually became incapable of helping you defeat those more powerful enemies, but you have no good way to do it yourself." ,Yes or no?"

Zhang Buping asked.

Fang Bie nodded: "So I want to find the answer from the group of people who are the best with swords in this world."

Zhang Buping laughed: "Then why are you looking for me?"

"The exquisiteness of swordsmanship, the world is led by Bai Qian."

"The way of the sword is so high and far, there is nothing like Shangli in the world."

"Although I'm an experienced swordsman, I know a little bit of swordsmanship, but compared with these two, my swordsmanship is really trivial. You are really looking for the wrong person when you come to me."

"But you are the strongest." Fang Bie looked at Zhang Buping and said.

"Find the strongest person to discuss, and there will be unexpected help."

"The strongest?" Zhang Buping smiled: "Who said that, I'm the first one to deny it."

"You took my sword. Among the people I have cut in my life, you are the one who took it with ease." Fang Bie looked at Zhang Buping and said seriously.

"Before I came to see you, I actually had no idea how strong a person I had never met before was."

"Because everyone who has met you thinks you are strong, and I, who have never met you, can only believe what those people say."

"A person I like very much said that if you want to know the taste of a pear, you need to taste it yourself, so I came here to taste it."

Fang don't look at the commoner old man in front of him.

"I've tasted it and come to a different opinion than any of them."

The boy said slowly: "I think you are stronger than they think, just because everyone thinks you are a little bit stronger than them."

"However, if you are only a little stronger to everyone, how strong you are is a very matter of opinion."

"After all you've never really gotten into a fight publicly."

Zhang Buping nodded, then smiled: "I don't think I'm that powerful."

"However, I have a good idea about your sword, you can refer to it."

The old Taoist looked at Fang and said nothing.

"What idea?" Fang Bie asked.

"Let a sword become a real sword." Zhang Buping looked at Fang Bie and said word by word.

Fang Bie stood where he was, and it was like ice water poured over his head for a moment.

What does it mean?
What is a sword?
What is a real sword?
"To kill, one sword is enough."

"Why the second sword?" Zhang Buping looked at Fang Bie and asked.

(End of this chapter)