Chapter 102 Modifying Swordsmanship

Zhao Haoran stood still, as if he was scared and dumbfounded.

Zhong Nanhai sighed in his heart. He was so impulsive. He certainly didn't know anything about swordsmanship. It was meaningless to fight with him. Zhao Haoran would not know the power of the Zhong family's swordsmanship.

Zhong Ming's eyes widened. He wanted to see the struggle between his father and this magical elder brother. He also speculated a lot about Zhao Haoran's family. It was a miracle that he could survive in a coma without eating or drinking for a month.

As the distance approached, Zhong Nanhai became more and more disappointed. As expected, Zhao Haoran was scared and dumbfounded.

The tip of the sword came, Zhao Haoran's body was on one side, and Zhong Nanhai was shot down.

An Wei's eyes lit up. Although she didn't know martial arts, she still had basic eyesight. Zhao Haoran's timing was just right. Looking at his calm face, it was impossible to rely on luck at all.

Zhong Nanhai was also a little surprised. Seeing that he was about to hit Zhao Haoran, the strength in his hand was loosened a little. He was afraid of hurting him, but he didn't expect to open more like this.

"Brother Haoran, it seems that you are hidden, and I'm not polite."

Zhao Haoran nodded gently. His soul power and divine consciousness are useless for the time being, but his body has exceeded that of ordinary people. Even if the steel-cast sword body hits his body, it will not leave any mark. His reaction is extremely sensitive, and he is still very confident to deal with an ordinary person.

"Sweeping the Demons"

The wooden sword in Zhong Nanhai's hand swept Zhao Haoran's lower body, and at the same time, his left hand became the palm and attacked Zhao Haoran's upper body.

But Zhao Haoran jumped gently and pointed his sword to the back of Zhong Nanhai. Due to the fierceness of the situation, Zhong Nanhai could not return to defend at all. The tip of the sword behind him told him that he had died once.

Zhao Haoran smiled and said, "Brother Zhong, your "sweeping the demons" did not remove the demons, but you are going to put yourself in. If you can do three points and retain seven points of power, will the effect be better?"

When Zhong Nanhai heard it, he felt that what Zhao Haoran said was indeed reasonable, but he was still not convinced. The bell-style swordsmanship that had gradually improved over hundreds of years would not allow juniors to dictate at will.

"Come again." Zhong Nanhai stood up and paid more attention to his expression.

Zhao Haoran's standing posture is not particular, but his hands are hanging on both sides of his body at will, but Zhong Nanhai doesn't know where to start, can't find the flaws, and how to win.

After a moment of hesitation, Zhong Nanhai still took the lead. Since you have no flaws, I will make you show flaws.

The tiger and tiger blowing the wooden sword dancing in Zhong Nanhai's hand is no worse than the iron sword. Zhao Haoran smiled and moved his feet easily, so that Zhong Nanhai could not even touch the corners of his clothes.

The blue veins on both sides of Zhong Nanhai's head burst. It was not because he was unhappy to lose to Zhao Haoran, but that some of them could not accept the swordsmanship that had been immersed in ** for decades could not even beat an undisclined teenager.

Zhong Ming and An Wei opened their eyes wide. The two fought with incense for a long time. In fact, it has been known who will win or lose. Many clothes on Zhong Nanhai have broken a small hole. If it were replaced by an iron sword, he would have lost the strength to fight back.

"Storm"

Zhong Nanhai had long forgotten that the opposite was just a seriously injured teenager, and there was only one belief left in his heart - that he wanted to win, and the inner strength burst out from the palm of his hand along the wooden sword. The weak wooden sword could not support the strong internal strength and turned into debris all over the sky. Zhong Nanhai was stunned and remembered that he was competing with Zhao Haoran. Damn, how can you use your internal strength? "Be careful."

If Zhao Haoran is really hurt, he can't forgive himself. His face is anxious. After this internal strength is released, it is difficult to take back. It is extremely lethal, and ordinary people will be hurt immediately.

The internal strength of swordsmanship like Zhong Nanhai is even more powerful. He once killed dozens of enemies of Zhou Sheng with this shit.

An Wei couldn't bear to cover Zhong Ming's eyes. She also knew that the inner strength was so strong, and the speed was so fast that she couldn't avoid it. Zhao Haoran was over!

Zhao Haoran was curious. It turned out that this was the internal strength cultivated by mortal warriors. It seemed to be powerful. He had the intention to try, so he did not dodge, but met him with his body.

The cracking sound of "bang bang" blew up Zhao Haoran's whole body.

Zhong Nanhai's face turned pale. What was he doing? His lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't say anything.

"Brother Zhong, you are so strong." Zhao Haoran came out of the wood chips, and his clothes were ragged, revealing his crystal clear body.

Zhong Nanhai rushed up happily and hugged Zhao Haoran, "Hahaha, it's good that you're fine. I'm worried about hurting you."

An Wei took a deep breath. She is not Zhong Nanhai. Anyone can be called a brother. If not, Zhong Nanhai's current situation would not be so miserable. Zhao Haoran's martial arts skills should be extremely high, and she can't feel any internal strength. She is safe under the storm, and even no scars. .

I'm afraid only the legendary innate master can do it.

Zhao Haoran changed his clothes, and Zhong Nanhai's clothes were a little big on his body, and the tightness turned into a loose robe, making Zhong Nanhai happy.

Zhao Haoran smiled and said, "Brother Zhong, believe me this time. There are still many shortcomings in your swordsmanship."

The expression on Zhong Nanhai's face was suddenly happy and sad, as if he was struggling with something. Zhao Haoran was not in a hurry. After a long time, Zhong Nanhai replied, "Brother Haoran, what you said makes sense, but my swordsmanship can't be changed. How about this? How about teaching Xiaoming?"

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose and said, "Okay, no problem."

Receiving such a favor, Zhao Haoran wanted to repay him. Modifying the swordsmanship was just a matter of his hand. Zhong Ming saw that Zhao Haoran's martial arts were unfathomable and he learned it very seriously. He learned it well in a few days.

Zhong Nanhai sighed. He didn't expect that there were so many shortcomings in the swordsmanship uploaded by his ancestors for hundreds of years. The Zhong family's swordsmanship is also the best in the world, but in Zhao Haoran's eyes, nothing counts. Even if he has no soul power, he is much better than the warriors among mortals.

Zhao Haoran lived a comfortable life under the care of Zhong Nanhai and his wife. Unfortunately, the soul power still could not condense, and the aura of heaven and earth was extremely slow to absorb, much slower than when Zhao Haoran first began to practice.

Zhao Haoran knows in his heart that only soul stones can do, but where can they find soul stones among mortals?

"Big brother, what do you do sitting in ** all day?" Zhong Ming looked at it curiously for a long time.

Zhaoran sat cross-legged, opened his eyes, and smiled. This Zhong Ming is lively, cute, and very pleasant. In terms of his real age, Zhao Haoran is now more than 30 years old. It is more than enough to be Zhong Ming's uncle, but he doesn't explain much, otherwise others will think he is a monster.

"I'm practicing martial arts."

"Fal! How to practice martial arts while sitting in **, big brother, just tell me, my parents said that you are very powerful, can you make me as powerful as you? Zhong Ming's eyes revealed expectations.

Zhao Haoran is very sour. The cultivation of the soul is really not what ordinary people can do. Compared with the mortal world, the intrigue between the soul is more abundant. Zhong Ming's followers, Mr. and Mrs. Zhong Nanhai, may be the best choice.

"Zhao Xiaodi, come out for a moment. I have something to tell you." Zhao Haoran got out of bed. He was a little strange and didn't know what happened to An Wei. This couple was very good to him. They had never disliked him and took good care of him. Neither of them looked like ordinary people. If possible, it would be the best to help them get out of the current predicament.

An Wei looked a little embarrassed, while Zhong Nanhai covered her head and said silently.

"Brother, sister-in-law, what's the matter? If I can help, I will definitely not refuse. Zhao Haoran found something wrong at a glance.

Zhong Nanhai raised his head and stopped talking.

An Wei frowned, "When is it? If you don't tell me, Zhao Xiaodi, if you don't help us this time, I'm afraid the lives of the three of this family will be safe."

Zhao Haoran arched his hand and said, "Don't panic, sister-in-law, what's the matter?

An Wei sighed, "Zhao Xiaodi, maybe you can see that we are not the original residents of this mountain village at all."

Zhao Haoran nodded, and An Wei continued to say, "Your eldest brother was the eldest son of the Zhong family. When he was supposed to inherit the family business, he was not framed by his brother, saying that he wanted his father to usurp the throne. Fortunately, I learned the news in advance and escaped with him. I thought this matter should be over, but I didn't expect his brother to have been In search of our news, he has now surrounded the whole village and knows your eldest brother's weakness and said that if we dare to escape, we will kill everyone in the villa. Now it has been several days, and I'm afraid his cruel brother is about to arrive.

No wonder the couple have been frowning these days. Zhao Haoran has a calm face and hasn't spoken for a long time.

An Wei looked at Zhao Haoran with expectant eyes. In her opinion, Zhao Haoran was already the only hope.

Zhong Nanhai stood up and said, "Brother Haoran, you can definitely escape safely with your strength. I heard that Zhong Nanshan has recruited many immortals over the years. I'm afraid you are not your opponent. You'd better escape as soon as possible."

Zhao Haoran shouted angrily, "Brother Zhong, what are you talking about? Isn't Zhao Haoran a greedy person who is afraid of death? Now that you are in danger, how can I leave alone? Since that Zhong Nanshan is coming, let's just wait again and see what tricks he can play."

An Wei suddenly knelt down on the ground and said, "Zhao Xiaodi, I don't ask for anything else. I just ask you to keep Xiaoming. In the future, let him follow you, even if we are an attendants, we will die, but Xiaoming is our only bone and blood. We can't let him have an accident. Ah."

Zhao Haoran hurriedly helped An Wei up, "Sister-in-law, don't worry, if anyone dares to come, I will tell them to come back."