The words fell.

Qin Yan walked out, stared at the Japanese master, and sneered: "How dare you show off just two swords?"

He stepped forward and came to the center of the courtyard. With a wave of his hand, a strong wind appeared. He hit the wooden carvings of the Japanese master. With a bang, the wood carvings burst and scattered all over the ground.

"you……"

The Japanese master was shocked, but he didn't expect Qin Yan to be so rampant.

Ye Linglong was shocked and it was too late to stop him. She could only stand there and stare blankly, not knowing what to do.

"Qin Yan, don't go too far."

Cao Tiande's face turned pale. The Japanese master was their distinguished guest, and he didn't even dare to offend him. Qin Yan was so disrespectful. He came up to mock him, but he even smashed the wood carving.

Qin Yan laughed and asked, "I'm just telling the truth. In my eyes, the flow of two swords is garbage."

"As for the masters from Japan, hehe, just jumping clown."

Upon hearing this, the Japanese master raised the Zen stick in his hand and rushed towards Qin Yan.

Cao Tiande shouted: "No!"

But he was one step late, and the Japanese master stepped out two steps, and the Zen staff had already fallen.

Qin Yan stood with his hands behind his back, stretched out his arms, and gently flicked his fingers. A qi appeared and hit the Zen stick. With a trumpet, the Zen stick broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

This is more than just a few.

Qin Yan took a step and actually crossed a distance of three meters.

He came to the Japanese master, swept his sleeves gently, and the little green snake hidden in his sleeve bit the other person.

The Japanese master felt a little painful, and then he didn't feel it anymore, but the toxin had entered his body and had a few days of incubation.

Cao Tiande hurried forward and said, "Master, don't fight him, we can't do anything, he..."

He lowered his voice, indicating that Qin Yan was too strong.

"Really or not?"

The Japanese master widened his eyes and a look of horror appeared on his face. Cao Tiande told him that Qin Yan actually had the strength of a martial arts master.

He was stunned for a moment before saying, "Friend, China is a place for reasoning. You said I was trash with both swords. So, please give me some advice, how about it?"

Give up?

"Who is the stinky hooligan who has such a big face?"

Ye Linglong was surprised and could tell that the other party's tone was much weaker.

The master of Broken Arm shook his head and sighed: "Young man, stop showing off his power. I have been lusting wood carvings for decades, but they are no match for him. How old are you? What are your abilities?"

He could see that Qin Yan was not weak, but what he needed to carve good wood carvings.

"I'm sure, what is a one-sword flow?"

Qin Yan picked up a carving knife and walked around the yard. He passed by birch, pine and peach wood, without any stop.

Finally, in the corner, pick up a rotten piece of wood.

Decayed wood!

Seeing this, the old man with broken arms shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Hey, there was still a little hope, but unfortunately, he is still a sensational guy. If you don't even understand the most basic principles, how can you carve a wood carving?"

Even Ye Linglong couldn't stand it anymore.

She said in surprise: "Hey, even I, a layman, know that wood carvings require good wood. If you pick up a broken piece of wood, do you really think you can turn decay into magic?"

Qin Yan ignored it and stood the rotten wood on the table.

Under the gaze of everyone, he took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes into slits, and did not take action immediately, but instead kept all the grains and cracks of the rotten wood in his heart.

One minute!

Five minutes!

Ten minutes!

Just as everyone was impatient, Qin Yan slowly raised his hand, raised his knife high, and suddenly fell down.

At this moment, it seemed like a carving knife, but when it fell on the rotten wood, it evolved into countless afterimages, one, two, three...

Afterimages are chaotic.

Like a dream.

"This is... a sword to transform thousands of shadows!"

"This, this is impossible. The essence of a stream has been lost. Not to mention one sword that transforms into thousands of shadows, even one sword that transforms into hundreds of shadows has not appeared for hundreds of years."

The Japanese master was like a devil, staring at the carving knife in Qin Yan's hand.

It was just a simple knife, simple and unpretentious, as if cutting tofu, landing on rotten wood, easy to paint, as if waving a long knife casually, not carving.

"At the realm of craftsmen!"

The old man with broken arms swallowed and exclaimed: "Only by highly concentrated energy and spirit, can he achieve this state. It seems like a knife, but in fact, the whole process has been carved in his heart thousands of times, and everything is clear."

"I didn't expect that when I was alive, I could still see such a carving master, even though I was dead."

His whole body trembled and he almost bowed down.

Qin Yan seemed to have never heard of all this, and there was only a piece of rotten wood in his eyes.

His wrist shook, and the knife was full of shadows, and he quickly came out along the grains and cracks of the rotten wood.

Choose in a while.

Twist for a while.

Tick ​​it for a while.

Get it done in a while.

With just one knife, so many techniques appeared.

The Japanese master and the old man with broken arms said in a silence: "The peak technique of one sword flowing... turns decay into magic!"

at the same time.

Qin Yan slowly put away his knife, licked his lips, and smiled with satisfaction.

Master of Japan!

The old man with broken arms!

Almost blushed and his neck was thick, he ran over in a hurry, but the first glance they saw the wood carving was like a lightning strike, and his head roared.

What is wood carving? This is wood carving.

What is a master? This is a master.

The wood carving on the table is the image of a woman, with slender legs, proud figure, every frown and smile, and is charming, especially at the corner of her mouth, with a naive smile.

On his delicate face, he frowned slightly, and a dagger hung around his waist, which formed a strong contrast with the smile he had just now, but it was precisely so that it seemed more vivid.

However, none of these matters.

Because the most magical thing is that the woman was wearing a layer of clothes, as thin as a cicada shed, and even the buttons could be seen clearly, like a real person, lifelike and vivid.

"A miracle!"

The old man with broken arms sighed to the sky, tears flowing all over his body, and trembled with excitement.

There is no pear wood, no sandalwood, and no other precious materials. It is just a rotten wood, but it can be carved into this kind of thing. It is a masterpiece in the world and a masterpiece.

But the next moment, he was stunned. He looked at the wood carvings and Ye Linglong. He suddenly slapped his thighs and exclaimed: "It's amazing, it's so wonderful."

Ye Linglong was stunned and didn't understand what was wrong with the old man with broken arms.

When she walked up to her, she reached out to cover her mouth when she saw the wood carving, "This, is this me?"

Eye!

nose!

mouth!

figure!

It's exactly the same, and there's no flaws to be found.

She remembered that she had just told Qin Yan that if Qin Yan also carved one, she would be Qin Yan's person tonight.

Oh, damn it, damn it, stinky hooligan actually understands romance?

what to do?

what to do?

He was so shy and moved. He was so careful about me, he was really considerate, but I was not mentally prepared. Oh, no, no, what is our child’s name?

etc!
To be continued...