The invincible sword fairy of the beautiful president

Chapter 12 Sword and Heaven Fight
The thundercloud rolled, as if mocking how small and ignorant a mortal is in front of the Dao of Heaven.

boom!
The huge thunder sound seemed to shake the entire Qingshan!

The strong wind blows the fallen leaves, and the snow is swept up by the strong wind, flying all over the sky.

In the flying snow all over the sky, Ye Tian is like a sharp sword. Although his figure is thin, it gives people a feeling that he has no fear in facing the sky!
"break."

Ye Tian's voice was not obvious in the howling wind, but like a sharp sword, it pierced through the huge howling sound and reached the ears of everyone on the mountainside.

Almost at the same time as the indifferent voice came, a sharp ray of light cut through the flying snow all over the sky and shot straight into the sky.

call……

With a whistling sound, that sword glow cut through everything in this world, and the flying snow all over the sky couldn't get closer to it!
This piece of heaven and earth seemed to be cut through by this sword light, and the flying snow all over the sky was cut neatly, as if the space was torn apart by this sword light!
Boom!
The sword light rushed straight into the thunder cloud, its sharpness was unstoppable, even if the thunder cloud kept rolling, the moment it touched the sword light, it was still cut into two pieces!

However, it didn't end there.

The sword light soaring into the sky dissipated after cutting through Jieyun, turning into countless sword lights all over the sky and scattered in all directions.

In just an instant, the tumbling Jieyun was completely wiped out by the sword light!

Sword and Heaven Fighting...

Wang Chaochen stood there in a daze, the power of heaven in the robbery cloud had already disappeared when the sword light shot up to the sky.

Looking at the sky full of stars that emerged after the thundercloud dissipated above his head, Wang Chaochen felt that it was extremely difficult for him to breathe!
At this moment, he finally understood what kind of person was standing in front of him.

He didn't have a sword in his hand, but he shattered Leiyun with one finger!

He was nearly [-] years old, but he taught the complete Taiji swordsmanship to his apprentice who had been studying kendo for more than [-] years.

He doesn't like to be noisy, but he danced a set of sword skills in front of all Wudang disciples, far surpassing Tai Chi sword skills!

"Let's go, I don't like noise."

Ye Tian's indifferent voice slowly came from the wind.

Jieyun dispersed, and was scattered by his sword.

The snow was still falling, and Ye Tian turned around slowly, as if he had done an insignificant thing.

"Master..."

As the dilapidated wooden door slowly closed, Zhang Wenyuan ran to Wang Chaochen with an anxious expression on his face.

He had personally witnessed Ye Tian's complete set of Taiji swordsmanship, and he knew exactly how accomplished Ye Tian's swordsmanship had been.

And such a master, who can be called a god-man, personally taught Wudang disciples, although they only danced a set of sword skills, although none of them saw the sword skills clearly.

But Zhang Wenyuan knew that this man of god had a good impression of Wudang.

Although Wudang is already the existence of the Taishan Beidou in the Chinese martial arts, but the pursuit of martial arts by martial arts practitioners will never have a limit.

If you can get the guidance of this god-man, even if it is just a sentence, or even a single word, it will definitely benefit the martial arts practitioners a lot.

"You let all the disciples disperse. Don't mention today's matter to anyone."

Wang Chaochen seemed to have made a major decision, the bewilderment in his eyes just now had been replaced by the firmness at this moment.

"Yes."

Wang Chaochen is the head of Wudang, his words can determine the actions of all Wudang disciples.

The Taoist priests left in an orderly manner under the command of Wang Chaochen's disciples, and the registered disciples at the foot of the mountain also gradually dispersed.

No one knew exactly what happened on the green hill, and even if someone asked afterward, they couldn't tell the reason.

Not long after the previous peak passenger traffic period ended, the passenger traffic in Qingshui City ushered in another peak.

Whether it's the airport, the train station, or the wharf, those Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes appeared again.

Someone recognized them at a glance, and then stepped forward to ask them what they were doing on Qingshan.

No one could answer, but whenever he heard this question, the Taoist priests turned pale and shook their heads, bowed slightly to the person who asked the question, and left.

It took almost half a day for almost everyone in Wudang to gather, but they dispersed after Ye Tian's words.

Only Ye Tian and Wang Chaochen were left in the green mountain, and the guarding soldiers at the foot of the mountain also returned.

Wang Chaochen didn't leave, he stood at the door, motionless, even though the wind and snow were getting stronger.

"I studied Zhang Zhenren's Taiji swordsmanship in the early years, and he and I have a friendship between master and apprentice. Today, I have paid off his favor by teaching you this set of swordsmanship."

In the wind and snow, Ye Tian's indifferent voice came slowly, piercing through the sound of the howling wind, it was extremely clear.

"Today, I am fortunate to have my senior give advice. The little old man is very frightened, so he just wants to stay here to chop wood and light a fire for the senior, and do some chores."

After saying that, Wang Chaochen knelt down again, kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times towards the house.

He understood that if he could stay here, even if Ye Tian only said one word to him every day, it would be a great deal to improve his martial arts attainments.

"Why do you learn swords?"

An indifferent voice came slowly.

"Swordsmanship is my inheritance in China for thousands of years. The little old man does not want this inheritance to be drowned by time."

Chao Chen curled up on the ground.

"If you become successful in swordsmanship in the future, what will you do?"

The indifferent voice came again, this time, it seemed to come from Wang Chaochen's ear.

"Give a man a sword and rejuvenate China."

"..."

This time, Ye Tian didn't ask any more questions, only the sound of the howling wind never stopped, and the whole world fell silent.

After a long time, the indifferent voice came again.

"It's snowing outside, come in."

Hearing this, Wang Chaochen was overjoyed.

He is already over eighty years old, so he is naturally very smooth in his dealings with others. He knows best what Ye Tian's words mean.

Even though Ye Tian had promised himself to stay, Wang Chaochen didn't dare to be careless, and knelt down and kowtowed three times towards the house before getting up.

Pushing open the simple wooden door, the dim light illuminated the whole living room, Ye Tian sat at the dining table with a calm expression.

"Master."

Wang Chaochen kowtowed.

"I won't take you as my apprentice. You are the head of Wudang. I keep you here because I don't want the way of swords to decline. You can just call me Mr. in the future." Ye Tian shook his head and continued, "That swordsmanship just now , can you see clearly?"

"The disciple is dull, and can only see Mr.'s figure occasionally. Adding up the front and back, I'm afraid it's only three seconds."

Wang Chaochen secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He naturally knew the profundity of Ye Tian's swordsmanship, but he only saw Ye Tian's figure flashing by occasionally, but never saw the trajectory of Ye Tian's sword.

"Three seconds?" Ye Tian frowned slightly.

"The disciple is stupid, please forgive me..."

Wang Chaochen was so frightened that he knelt on the ground.

"Three seconds is enough. There are a few guests outside, please go ask them to leave." Ye Tian shook his head.

"guest?"

Wang Chaochen didn't understand what Ye Tian was talking about, but he got up and retreated outside the door.

Seeing Tang Tianhao approaching slowly and gradually appearing in sight, Wang Chaochen's forehead was already dripping with sweat.

Ten years ago, Tang Tianhao defeated him with only three swords...

(End of this chapter)