Wang Jingmeng only heard the sound, but had not seen anyone yet, but he had already bowed slightly and said, "I have seen a sword book you repaired before, called the Water Record."

"That ancient book was indeed repaired by me and passed through my hands." The young talents gathered at the entrance of the Bailu Villa turned around in disbelief. In their shocked and puzzled eyes, Lu Chen stepped over the steps of the gate.

This is a young man wearing an old robe. The cloth robe he wore was so washed that he could not see the original color, and it was stained with many ink marks.

Some ancient books use stone powder ink, so it looks like there is dust and shiny on his cloth robe.

The young man's appearance is not outstanding, his facial features are just Zhou Zheng, but he has a different feeling of honor and disgrace when he speaks.

He stepped over the steps and stood still, then bowed to Wang Jingmeng.

He did not hide his surprise, "Just read an ancient book I repaired, why did he notice me?"

Wang Jingmeng said seriously: "That is a sword book. When you repair it, you think about the sword path in your heart, and the pen tip will naturally be different from usual. You have the sword intent in your heart, but the ink trace is extremely conspicuous. Using a brush is like using a sword. I believe that the attainment of sword art is extremely high."

Lu Chen frowned slightly, "I repaired this kind of ancient book, which is not a rare secret book, has dozens of them circulated, but others have never seen any strangeness."

Wang Jingmeng nodded and said, "It is precisely because of this that my master accepts me as his disciple."

The crowd gathered outside the Bailu Villa were listening carefully to the conversation between Wang Jingmeng and Lu Chen. For them, a powerful swordsman usually hides in the bookstore to compile books, and is not known to the outside world... This kind of story is originally a bit legendary and interesting, and this feeling is the same as a peerless beauty hidden in the alley.

The tone of the two of them was calm, just like the chat in early summer afternoon, which would not make everyone's mental breakdown too much. However, Wang Jingmeng's words at this time caused the atmosphere around Bailu Villa to change drastically.

Everyone instantly remembered Gu Liren's sword grinding stone outside the Bashan Sword Field, remembered Yu Zuochi's victory in the Jinghu Sword Club, and thought of Wang Jingmeng's master's revenge, and for a moment, there was a sense of killing in the field.

"Senior Brother Zhang, I don't have a suitable sword in my hand. Can you lend me your Feishuang sword?" Lu Chen nodded. He looked at a swordsman on the left side in front of him and said apologetically: "I don't care about the outcome, but I'm just afraid of letting down Brother Wang's good intentions, and afraid of insulting the sword skills of Bailu Villa."

"Of course." The swordsman was shocked and immediately turned around, taking off the sword on his waist as if flattered.

"Junior Brother Lu, use my Tianmo Sword." Another young practitioner from Bailu Villa said.

Lu Chen bowed to thank him, and he naturally knew that this person's Tianmo sword was better than the Feishuang sword, but he just took the Feishuang sword.

He looked at the young practitioner who was a little surprised and said softly: "Swords need to be used. Among the many good swords in the Bailu Villa, I should use the Feishuang Sword the most convenient way."

The practitioner of the Bailu Villa who possesses the Tianmo Sword was named Luo Yang. He was one of the most outstanding young sword masters in the Bailu Villa. At this time, he was shocked when he heard Lu Chen's words.

When any young practitioner in Changling begins to practice swords,

Which one doesn’t want to pursue a famous sword first?

For practitioners like them, it is a blessing to be able to obtain a famous sword of excellent quality. If it is said that it is not easy to use... it is all humans who adapt to the sword. After using it for a long time, they will naturally be easy to use.

If the sword is strong, the sword master will naturally become stronger.

However, Lu Chen's faint words made him feel that Lu Chen didn't think so.

People are stronger than swords. It seems that in Lu Chen's opinion, people cannot be limited to death by a famous sword from the beginning when cultivating swords.

A sword cultivator cannot take his own path short just because of a certain sword, and cannot restrain his own sword intent.

In other words, the sword master must determine what he is the real self and how to completely release his nature and sword intent. Only when he reaches this level can he determine what kind of sword he needs.

The sword is just a match.

The sword is only for auxiliary purposes, not for the main purpose.

Lu Chen calmly held the Feishuang sword, and then he pulled the sword out of the scabbard very directly.

The sword body of Feishuang Sword is dark and gray, just like the tiles used in many houses in Changling for a long time, but there are white marks on the surface, which are some unique cold iron and sky iron mixed in the sword body after repeated tempering.

It was just an ordinary sword drawing action, but there was a heavy breathing sound in front of the mountain gate of Bailu Villa.

This is a very wonderful artistic conception.

All the people in the Bailu Villa felt that when Lu Chen pulled out the sword, his entire person had already merged with the sword.

This sword seemed to have become a part of his body, and he was in the breath of this sword.

It was obvious that there was no real energy rushing, but the flying frost sword had already emitted a faint glow, and the frost flowers on its sword seemed to have come alive.

A little chill had already emerged from the sword body.

Lu Chen has no extra nonsense.

He walked slowly forward and walked to the open space opposite Wang Jingmeng. Then he looked at Wang Jingmeng who nodded as a courtesy, raised his sword across his chest and said, "Please."

Wang Jingmeng also raised his sword and said, "Please."

Lu Chen did not move.

Unlike all the other young practitioners in the Bailu Villa, these young practitioners in the Bailu Villa practiced sword moves extremely maturely, and pursued sword moves faster. The power of the heaven and earth energy brought by each sword is stronger. Whenever he saw a sword move, he thought about how to use this sword move for battle and when is the most suitable move.

Just imagination can't be able to develop real sword skills without actual combat, because this imagination is always limited to one's own insights and wisdom, and real opponents will have countless possibilities for change.

Fortunately, he encountered several good teachers.

These people gave him countless opportunities to fight.

Those division commanders were from the Changling Army, they were practitioners in the army and also killed the military.

Horse thieves, bandits, practitioners from enemy countries, some forces that cross the boundaries, and even those who are not practitioners, they all kill them.

Only the real murder sword can truly be close to reality.

He is unknown in Bailu Villa, but in the confidentiality of the Changling military, he is already an important military practitioner.

Things.

A real murder sword does not necessarily have to seize the initiative. It is often just waiting for a suitable opportunity to take action and a flaw in the other party.

Countless real battles allow him to judge the opponent's sword-using habits from the subtle movements of a sword master, and even the direction of the opponent's sword-using and sword-outing.

However, facing Wang Jingmeng today, he could not find any flaws.

Wang Jingmeng raised the sword without any trace, and it was natural.

His sword lifting was like a ray of spring, without any murderous intention, but was everywhere. His sword seemed to be able to come out at any time and pierce from any direction at any time.

Lu Chen believes in a real genius.

The time it takes for any sword master to master a sword move is completely different. Even if he has mastered his sword style, everyone's sword intent and momentum are different when he truly uses it.

Some people's mountain collapse swords are truly like a mountain collapse, while others' mountain collapse swords are at most empty valleys and thunder.

In any past rumors, Wang Jingmeng is a genius among geniuses.

It seems that any sword move will be used almost perfectly when you see it.

But looking at Wang Jingmeng's aura at this time and seeing the other party's various angles almost flawless, he knew that this genius from the Bashan Sword Field had practiced countless sword moves, and the effort and time spent on countless sword moves was probably more than most of Changling's sword masters known for their diligence.

Wang Jingmeng's sword body suddenly moved slightly.

There was a ripple that seemed to be coming from the left side ahead of him.

Lu Chen's eyes were slightly condensed, his sword body was slightly slanted, and frost flowers surged on his sword body.

However, at this moment, Wang Jingmeng's sword power had changed, and three sword energy seemed to be about to be generated, locking his approach and dodging paths on both sides.

Lu Chen's sword intent also changed again, and his sword body sank slightly.

Wang Jingmeng's sword was slightly raised up, and the sunlight followed his sword body, as if it had turned into a piercing Lu Chen's pupil.

Lu Chen's sword pushed forward one foot.

At this time, he already felt that Wang Jingmeng's real sword intent was stabbing his lower abdomen.

However, at the moment when his sword body moved, Wang Jingmeng's sword force had changed. As Wang Jingmeng moved forward, his sword seemed to be about to sprinkle countless sword energy.

Lu Chen could not stop so much sword energy from coming. He chose to fight back with a fierce counterattack. The tip of his sword began to break through the air sharply, but at this moment, he felt that Wang Jingmeng's sword had turned into an iron wall, and was waiting for his sword tip to hit.

If the tip of his sword really hit Wang Jingmeng's sword intent, it would probably be broken like an arrow.

He kept changing, but no matter what kind of change, Wang Jingmeng's sword power changed one step faster than him, and he could never keep up with Wang Jingmeng's footsteps.

He sighed.

The two of their swords did not really meet at this time, but he knew very well that with such a sword, he would probably not meet from beginning to end of the sword.

When the distance between the two is so close that the sword can touch each other's body, he will be stabbed by Wang Jingmeng.

"I lost."

With this sigh, he took a step back and then spoke.
Chapter completed!