I am in Douluo, and the female pope uses me as her first love substitute.

"Rongrong, you..."

Seeing that "Ning Rongrong", whom she regarded as her biological granddaughter, suddenly pointed a wooden sword at her and threatened to compete with her, Chen Xin couldn't help but froze and was a little surprised.

However, when he met Ning Qingyun's firm gaze, he felt inexplicably solemn for some reason. He paused for a moment, and the Seven Killing Sword Spirit in his hand slowly disappeared, replaced by a wooden sword.

"Okay, you're fine. Since Rongrong wants it, Grandpa Jian will let you see what Kendo Chenxin's sword is today."

As he spoke, Chen Xin stroked the somewhat old wooden sword, with a trace of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

"This wooden sword was actually used by Grandpa Jian when he was young before he awakened his martial spirit. Although he wipes it frequently, he hasn't used it to practice his sword skills for a long time."

"Rongrong, how do you want to compare?"

Ning Qingyun then said: "Of course, Grandpa Jian, you don't need to use your soul power and restrain your strength. Let's compete purely in sword skills."

"Ah."

Chen Xin nodded when he heard this. It was expected. After all, Ning Rongrong, who had not even awakened her martial spirit, really wanted to compete with him. This was the only way to be relatively fair.

Then he said: "Grandpa Jian is older than you, so I will give you three moves...are they enough?"

Ning Qingyun didn't speak, just nodded silently, and quickly rushed to Chen Xin with the wooden sword behind her back, and swung it with all her strength.

Chen Xin leaned back slightly, with an elegant figure, and easily dodged the sharp sword.

Ning Qingyun didn't stop. The movement of holding the sword in her hand instantly changed to an upright grip, and then she stabbed forward.

Chen Xin raised his brows slightly, turned sideways, and dodged the sword.

At this moment, Ning Qingyun's steps changed without revealing any trace, and she was close to Chen Xin in an instant, and then she slashed the sword in her hand diagonally.

Chen Xin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he finally stopped avoiding. Instead, he raised the wooden sword in his hand to block Ning Qingyun's sword, and then pushed Ning Qingyun back a few steps with a slight exertion.

Afterwards, he smiled at Ning Qingyun and praised: "Rongrong, this series of moves are flowing smoothly and seamlessly. It can be seen that you are very familiar with the basic sword moves."

"Also, the speed you suddenly burst out just now is also very good, and your physical fitness is good. It will be very beneficial to your path as a soul master in the future."

Ning Qingyun still said nothing, but rushed forward again with her sword in hand.

Chen Xin then stopped talking nonsense and casually blocked Ning Qingyun's sword move, which he thought was good, but from a beginner's point of view, it could be said to be very good. Although the stiff wooden sword in his hand was like a spirit, After blocking Ning Qingyun's sword move like a snake, it stabbed her on the shoulder.

Ning Qingyun couldn't help but take a few steps back and rubbed her shoulder, which looked a little painful. When Chen Xin opened her mouth to subconsciously say something, she saw Ning Qingyun quickly rushing forward with determination on her face.

Chen Xin had to deal with it.

Just like that, you and I go back and forth...

In fact, it seems that Chen Xin, who is experienced and skilled in swordsmanship, unilaterally beat Ning Qingyun. However, every time Ning Qingyun was repelled or knocked down, she quickly stood up and faced Chen Xin persistently. Attack.

Chen Xin couldn't help but feel a little distressed after seeing this. He was thinking about whether to give Ning Qingyun a break, and then gradually "fall into the disadvantage", and finally let Ning Qingyun win. Today's game was interesting, but it was like a joke. The sword fight can come to an end.

However, what Chen Xin didn't notice at this time was that not far away, Ning Qingyun, who was repelled by him again, lowered her head and her black hair was draped. Under her face that could not be seen clearly, the corners of her mouth were slowly raised, as if she had noticed something. As if, the long-lasting leisureliness in the depths of his eyes instantly turned into sharpness.

She rushed forward again with sword in hand.

Her speed, body shape, movements, etc. are all the same as before, but if you look closely, you can see that her steps have become much more steady.

Chen Xin didn't think much and focused on Ning Qingyun's slight movements holding the sword. As soon as his mind moved, he thought of many ways to deal with it.

Just when he was about to repel Ning Qingyun like before, but it didn't seem so easy, but when he was going to gradually reveal his weakness and let Ning Qingyun win with confidence...

Suddenly, she realized that the sword moves in Ning Qingyun's hands, who were already close, had changed at some point!

Chen Xin reacted with his rich experience and instinctively resisted, but Ning Qingyun's sword swing was faster than he expected.

Swish!

With a clearly audible sound, Ning Qingyun's wooden sword finally struck Chen Xin's sword suit.

Chen Xin couldn't help but widen her eyes. It wasn't like she was injured or in pain, but the moves Ning Qingyun unleashed just now seemed to far surpass the sword skills she could master in her "new" stage. It has reached a level of "skills that are close to the Tao", which is undoubtedly very incredible in the eyes of Chen Xin.

Well, according to the words of a certain pesticide, it was a bronze newbie who suddenly showed a "king consciousness", as well as an outrageous top-level pulling operation, and the ability to change three outfits in seconds...

It's so scary!

"Rongrong, can you tell Grandpa Jian how you did this last move?"

Chen Xin took half a step back and looked at Ning Qingyun. The feeling that she had suddenly captured something vague but crucial came back again, and she couldn't help but ask.

You know, the dusty heart of swordsmanship, the dusty heart of swordsmanship... His pursuit of swordsmanship is the most passionate!

Today, he actually saw the prototype of the way he had always wanted in a little girl who was no more than five years old.

How could this not make him extremely excited? !

Faced with such a dusty heart, Ning Qingyun slightly raised her head and put on a somewhat confused look.

"I do not know."

Chen Xin's face stiffened, but soon calmed down again.

Yes, even he couldn't figure it out. How could "Rong Rong", a little girl who had just turned five years old, find out anything about the obscure sword path? Maybe it's just a coincidence.

But at this moment, Ning Qingyun's voice sounded one after another.

"It's just that I couldn't hit Grandpa Jian just now, and I felt very depressed. I wanted to hit Grandpa Jian so much."

"Well... speaking of it, it's just like Grandpa Jian, you tried to break the invisible barrier to rescue the fourth prince today, but you couldn't break it."

Chen Xin was in a daze after hearing this.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that Grandpa Jian was really hit by me just now."

Ning Qingyun finally laughed "naughty and cute".

……

At this time, far away in the Dragon King Palace, Wang Zhao, who was playing a very interesting two-person game with Sister Die, suddenly sneezed, and then he couldn't help but look out the window in confusion.

Why do I suddenly have a strange feeling...

Could it be that a Taoist friend has appeared in this world? !