No, how did my electronic girlfriend become a sword fairy?

Seeing that Mr. Li boasted so much about himself,

Chen Huaian couldn't help but look forward to it.

"Watch me, kid, this sword is so cool!" After saying that, Mr. Li took a stance and performed Tai Chi sword from slow to fast and then from fast to slow.

As expected of Lao Deng, his swordsmanship is awesome.

With Chen Huaian's aesthetics and knowledge, this is the only way.

Mr. Li's swordsmanship is indeed very elegant. It can be seen that he has a deep foundation, and it is smooth and coherent without any lag. It even seems that it can really be used to fight against the enemy? But I always feel that it is more of a performance.

I can't say it specifically, he just feels that some movements are redundant, and it would be better to remove or change them to other movements. But he is not a master, and he dare not point fingers.

"How is it, is it good enough?" Mr. Li stroked his beard and sheathed the sword. He was so proud on his face, ready to listen to Chen Huaian's 3,000-word praise.

"Yes, it's very good!" Chen Huaian gave a thumbs up.

Old Li was dissatisfied: "Why, do you think my sword skills are lacking?"

"No." Chen Huaian knew that Old Li had misunderstood, but he didn't know how to explain it. He could only scratch his head and said: "Old Li, I also feel a little bit of enlightenment recently. How about you help me take a look?"

"Okay, but if you find any flaws, I will not be polite."

"Okay, I will lend you the sword."

Chen Huaian took the sword from Old Li, concentrated his mind and calmed his breath, his eyes slightly closed, and took a horse stance, posing the posture of the first chapter of the Qinglian Sword Canon "Crane Standing".

This move made Old Li's eyes, which were originally critical, immediately widen.

After not seeing him for a day, this kid seemed to have changed. Not only did his legs get better, but he was still a layman the day before yesterday, but today's movements were unified and easy to do. The most important thing is that he has mastered the most important thing-'spirit'.

The reason why modern martial arts are always criticized and ridiculed is mainly because of the fancy, and the fancy actually imitates the form of martial arts, but lacks the most critical 'spirit'.

Only when both form and spirit are combined can martial arts be complete.

And ‘spirit’ is far more important than form.

Why did ancient soldiers practice the forward stabbing action all the time?

It was to seek opportunities for breakthrough understanding through countless repetitions.

How to exert force to stab harder, what angle can stab into the armor more easily, how to get rid of obstacles when encountering obstacles... When all these things are separated from thinking and formed into a momentary reaction, it is the moment when ‘spirit’ is formed.

Continue to break through on this basis.

Continue to have sudden enlightenment in the fight.

A rookie can become a centurion or a thousand-man captain by a forward stab that implements ‘spirit’. And a general is a warrior who has mastered more ‘spirit’ skills.

While thinking, Chen Huaian has finished the first twelve chapters of the sword manual. At the beginning, it was just a fixed action, and then it gradually became a graceful sword move, picking, stabbing and wiping, coming and going freely, without any drag.

In a trance, Mr. Li seemed to see a white-clothed swordsman dancing with a sword on Chen Huaian, holding a sword in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, wanton and unrestrained, like a swimming dragon.

"This... How is this possible?"

Mr. Li was dumbfounded.

How could this kid be a newbie?

He is a master!

No, even the masters he had seen could not implement the "God" into so many moves! Many masters only implemented the "God" in two or three moves, and they are already famous.

But what is the origin of this kid?

Suddenly, the elegant figure in the field of vision suddenly stopped.

Chen Huaian stood tall, closed his eyes, sheathed the sword, supported the scabbard with his left hand, and placed his right hand on the hilt.

There was a breeze.

A sharp aura was swirling.

"The white feather of the meteor is inserted in the waist, and the sword flower autumn lotus light comes out of the box."

As soon as the words fell, the sword came out.

Choke——!

Mr. Li couldn't see Chen Huaian's sword clearly.

He could only see a bright arc of light flashing under the sunlight.

The light arc shattered into pieces, just like a blooming autumn lotus.

With the hissing sword chant, the autumn lotus petals broke and withered.

And Chen Huaian had already returned the sword to the sheath with a "clang".

Old Li stared at Chen Huaian blankly, something stuck in his throat, unable to make any sound, only feeling a buzzing in his head.

Is this a sword move that a young man can perform?

Was the autumn lotus just now a sword flower?

How much wrist strength and how fast is this?

And how many years have he accumulated in sword moves?

"Not so good..." Chen Huaian looked at the old poplar tree in front of him and shook his head and sighed.

His original goal was to cut off the branches of the poplar tree. Although Old Man Li's sword was not sharpened, he thought that even if a child held such a heavy sword, it would be fine as long as he aimed, right?

But the branches in front of him were still swaying in the wind.

"Forget it, I should be satisfied with the things taught in the game if they look a bit good." Chen Huaian has figured out the principle.

He had worn the gaming helmet before, and the sword moves in it were memorized in his brain through neural mapping technology.

That's why he was so smooth today.

Chen Huaian looked at the time. It was almost nine o'clock. He didn't feel anything, but he didn't expect that the sword moves took so long.

"Mr. Li, it's getting late. I still have to go to the vegetable market. I'll leave first~"

He stuffed the sword into the still dazed Mr. Li, helped him to open his fingers to fix the scabbard, and then turned around and left.

Chen Huaian walked away for a long time before Mr. Li came back to his senses.

He didn't say anything, but approached the poplar tree with a serious face.

His eyes didn't look at the branches, but carefully searched on the trunk, groping with his hands bit by bit.

Soon, he found a deep sword mark on the thick tree trunk. The sword mark was only as thick as a hair. If he hadn't felt it with his fingers, he might not have found it with his naked eyes.

Old Li took a deep breath, the muscles on his face twitched, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

He went around to the other side of the poplar.

He also found a hair-like thin mark at the opposite position.

"Sword Qi... It's really sword Qi?!"

Old man Li took out his mobile phone tremblingly and dialed a number.

A bold and rough smoke voice came from the other side:

[Hello, old man Li, I haven't contacted you for a long time. Have you forgotten your old friend? ]

"Old Peng, I have something to tell you, be prepared." Old Li didn't care about the ridicule in the other party's words: "I met a young man here, he can use sword Qi!"

[What! ? ]

The voice on the other side rose eight degrees.

[Are you sure? 】

"Sure." Old man Li felt the sword marks on the poplar tree, his voice trembling a little: "Right in front of me, there's a donkey trough, you didn't see it, and then 'swish', damn, the tree trunk was cut through with a sword!"

[Old Li, wait for me there, don't move, I'll come from the Demon Slayer Department right away! 】

At the same time.

In a small alley under the hotel.

Lin Lingling limped out of it. Although she still maintained an expressionless calm look, her twitching face still exposed the pain she was enduring.

"That monster is definitely not an easy one to deal with. Just relying on the demonic energy on his body, he can suppress me to the point of being unable to move, and even blow me away without touching me..."

Lin Lingling has never seen such a strong monster.

At least among the monsters she has heard of so far, there is no such one.

"Hiss! Damn it, at least three ribs are broken! I, a white-level person, can't handle the situation here. I have to report to the Demon Slayer Division..." She stopped a taxi on the side of the road and got in the car with her body in severe pain.

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