I Became A Patriarch At The Age Of Seven

"What to bet?" Li Qiansong finally remembered that he didn't seem to know what to bet.

But he didn't regret it at all, and he didn't panic at all.

After all, the other party is just a four-year-old brat, no matter what the bet is, he has the confidence to win. He has eaten more salt than Yang Nian has eaten, so I'm afraid.

"Didn't you say I can't give Sister Rongrong a future?" Yang Nian raised his head and looked at Li Qiansong and said.

Forehead……

But why does it sound weird, a bit like a conversation between a son-in-law and a father-in-law...

"Not bad." Li Qiansong said contemptuously.

He really looked down on Yang Nian, the head of the empty faction, what does a little kid know?

"If that's the case! Let's compare." Yang Nian's face burst into a bright and cunning smile, "As a teacher, whether he can teach outstanding disciples, Cultivation Base is the second, and the most important thing is whether he can guide his disciples to make them. We have grown up. So it's better for us to point out Sister Rongrong once, and we'll see immediately if we have the ability or not."

Yang Nian speaks very seriously.

Cultivation Base is not as good as Li Qiansong, but he has a system, he can learn and understand quickly, and he is still good at pointing out such things.

As soon as Yang Nian said this, the audience immediately boiled over.

"What? That little guy actually wants to compare with Li Qiansong to instruct his disciples?"

"Sure enough, it's a child, I don't know how high the sky is. Who is Li Qiansong? Hey, the elder of Fengyun Sect, the disciples he has instructed are not one thousand but eight hundred. Where does this little boy have the courage?"

Everyone was laughing at Yang Nian's overreaching, and the corner of Li Qiansong's mouth also evoked a contemptuous smile.

As the Great Elder of Fengyun Sect, I don't know how many disciples hope to get his guidance, which is enough to show his high level of guidance.

Now, there is actually a child provoking him to point out his disciples.

Only showing one hand will open your eyes...

"Okay." Li Qiansong agreed, "You can give up in this way. The frog at the bottom of the well only knows how ignorant and insignificant he is when he has seen the outside world."

Frog at the bottom of the well?

Yang Nian just smiled.

"Then let's instruct Sister Rongrong to use Martial Skill?" Yang Nian asked.

"No problem." Li Qiansong readily replied, "But in order to better judge the level, I think we should point to different disciples. I point to Xiang Rongrong, you point to my disciple Xiang Yunfei in the situation. ?"

Yang Nian pondered a little, they all pointed to Rongrong, it was really easy to argue.

So immediately agreed.

"As far as I know, the Xiang family has a sword skill - "Thirteen Swords of Cold Light". This sword skill is treacherous and changeable. Although there are only thirteen styles, it can change one hundred and eight kinds of changes. Most of them can only comprehend about thirty-nine changes. Let’s see how many changes they can comprehend after our guidance?” Li Qiansong said with a smile.

"So good." Yang Nian said.

"Then let's be a witness to the mansion master?" Li Qiansong looked towards Xiang and asked as he spoke.

Xiang Wen immediately nodded, stepped up, and said, "It is my responsibility."

"Please." Yang Nian looked like a Great Master, with his left hand behind his back, and his right hand made a please gesture.

Li Qiansong didn't refuse, looked at Rongrong and said, "Rongrong, you first cast the "Thirteen Swords of Cold Light"."

Xiang Rongrong nodded and walked to the field.

The jade hand rests on the hilt of the Promise Holy Sword.

Keng!

Suddenly the long sword was unsheathed.

A touch of cold light flashed from the blade, Xiang Rongrong moved with the sword, the steps under his feet staggered, and his body flashed, turning into thirteen afterimages, and the thirteen afterimages each performed thirteen different sword styles. It's like thirteen clones.

This is the thirteen basic swordsmanship of the Thirteenth Sword of Cold Light!

The thirteen swords were cast out almost at the same time, fierce and fast, and the thirteen cold rays burst out in an instant.

If it is in a battle, it can take people's lives in the blink of an eye.

The basic sword stance of the thirteenth form quickly evolved, and the thirteenth became the twenty-sixth, and then became the thirty-sixth...

The number of afterimages also increased with the changes in the sword style. Thirty-six silhouettes swayed their swords, which was truly exquisite.

Yang Nian watched and was quite shocked.

"The proficiency of the Thirteenth Sword of Cold Light gained from watching the battle +1."

"The proficiency of the Thirteenth Sword of Cold Light gained from watching the battle +1."

"The proficiency of the Thirteenth Sword of Cold Light gained from watching the battle +1."

...

Thirty-six...

Forty-two...

Sixty-eight...

After a set of sword tactics was completed, Xiang Rongrong transformed the Thirteen Swords of Cold Light into sixty-eight styles, which made everyone in the Xiang family stare in awe.

"Sixty-eight poses? My God, Xiang Rongrong actually performed sixty-eight poses!"

"how can that be?"

"The Palace Master can only evolve seventy-two styles at most, right? Even the elders of the family, sixty-eight styles are the limit. Xiang Rongrong is only a third-rank inferior talent, how can it be possible to evolve sixty-eight styles?"

Both Xiang Wen and Xiang Jia Elder were shocked and stared at Xiang Rongrong, who had evolved into the sixty-eight styles.

"She... how did she do it?" Those elders who couldn't evolve into the sixty-eight styles just felt ashamed and couldn't believe what they saw.

Xiang Yunfei and Xiang Rou also stared at Xiang Rongrong in a daze. At this moment, they were completely beaten.

"Sixty-eight styles... I can only evolve forty-two styles." Xiang Yunfei's face was a little ugly, and when he thought that he was going to be compared to Xiang Rongrong, a third-rank inferior talent, he felt very uncomfortable.

Is Xiang Rongrong really a genius?

For the first time, Xiang Yunfei had doubts.

Li Qiansong's eyes were filled with admiration, and his heart was truly a genius. He looked at Xiang Rongrong, thought for a moment, and then began to point.

"The movement of the sword is natural, and you have a good grasp of the fast and slow rhythm. It's just that you are a little hesitant to use the sword, which causes a short gap in the movement of the sword, which affects the evolution of the sword style. You adjust your breathing, let go of distractions, and then try to communicate with The swords in your hand are combined into one, and when your mind is completely calm, try to use it again." Li Qiansong saw the flaws of Xiang Rongrong's Thirteen Swords of Cold Light at a glance.

Xiang Rongrong was also quite surprised to hear that.

She has always had a low self-esteem because of her lack of talent. When she used the Thirteen Swords of Cold Light just now, she was really worried that she was not good enough to be laughed at.

So the sword really hesitated.

However, even she himself did not expect that after the promotion of Talent, she would actually be able to develop sixty-eight swords. You must know that before this, she only developed twenty-one swords at most, and was ridiculed by others.

"Okay. I'll try." Xiang Rongrong nodded in response.

After that, she stood with her sword in her hands, took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

Then she closed her eyes and put aside all distractions.

In about half a minute, Xiang Rongrong reached a state of forgetting the world around him, then opened his eyes and drew his sword!

Spread the Thirteen Cold Light Swords again.

Immediately, sword shadows flew, and afterimages swept away.

This time, the derivation to the Rongrong sword style is more coherent, and the previous hesitation is gone.

Thirteen, twenty-eight, thirty-six... seventy-six!

After a set of sword tactics was performed, seventy-six styles were actually derived!

The moment Xiang Rongrong retracted his sword, the entire martial arts field was completely quiet, and everyone stared at Xiang Rongrong in stunned, shocked Deva, unable to believe it.

"Seventy-six... it turned out to be seventy-six!"

"It has surpassed the seventy-two styles derived from the Palace Master!"

"As expected of the elder of the Fengyun Sect, it was just a word of advice, and Xiang Rongrong developed eight more styles in an instant! That's awesome!"

"Sure enough, Martial Dao needs the guidance of famous teachers to make rapid progress. I swear that I will work hard to squeeze into Fengyun Sect."