The two walked to the courtyard and chose an open place.

Su Yu put down Miao Xiaofeng, lowered his cultivation level, and threw the Qiufeng Knife to the latter.

The latter took the knife and his eyes instantly became serious. Facing Su Yu, he naturally couldn't be vague at all.

"Draw out the sword." Su Yu said with his hands behind his back.

"Executive knife skills, the first step, cut!"

After receiving Su Yu's signal, Miao Xiaofeng was not polite, his true energy spread, and strands of light yellow true energy wrapped around the Qiu Feng Knife.

Miao Xiaofeng swung his sword and rushed straight towards Su Yu with a hint of vigor, and was about to approach him.

He took a step with his left foot to the side, just in time to avoid the blow.

Miao Xiaofeng was not in a hurry after a move was dodged. After all, such things often happened during his and Su Yu's sparring, so it was not surprising.

"Second style, chop!"

Miao Xiaofeng slashed across Su Yu's waist with the sword. This style was different from the previous one. The simple and heavy breath of the blade circulated, as if the weight of the autumn wind sword increased dozens of times.

Su Yu pointed his fingers together and blocked them in front of him. The Qiufeng knife touched his fingers and made a ding sound.

A strong force came from it, and Miao Xiaofeng took three steps back. On the other hand, Su Yu did not take a step back, not even leaving a trace of knife marks on his two fingers.

The corners of Miao Xiaofeng's mouth twitched, this would eventually be a moment of abuse.

"Third form, piece!"

A dangerous aura came from the Qiu Feng Knife in Miao Xiaofeng's hand, the blade flashed, and Miao Xiaofeng's figure quickly appeared behind Su Yu on the right side, slashing at Su Yu's Tianling Cap.

This knife was in the blind spot of Su Yu's vision, but the dangerous aura permeating the knife made Su Yu subconsciously raise his hand to swing above his head.

Ding, there was another crisp sound, Miao Xiaofeng retreated again, the hands holding the knife trembled slightly, obviously he was severely shaken.

"Fourth style, pick!"

Miao Xiaofeng gritted his teeth and continued to attack Su Yu. He was less than three feet away from Su Yu. He flipped his wrist, raised the blade of the blade, and aimed at Su Yu's chin.

Seeing this, Su Yu stretched out his right hand, spread his middle and index fingers, wrapped his fingers with zhenqi, and stopped the posture again.

"Master, I can't fight anymore." Miao Xiaofeng gasped while holding the Qiu Feng Knife.

Looking at the panting Miao Xiaofeng, he frowned. Is this sleight of hand so weak? Or has Miao Xiaofeng not practiced it correctly?

"This is not how you practice this sword."

A voice came, and Su Yu and Miao Xiaofeng simultaneously turned their heads to look at the place where the voice came from.

But they found the old man holding a cane and looking at the two of them with a smile.

"Does my husband also know how to solve the problem?" Su Yu asked curiously.

"I know a thing or two about the sword skills passed down from my ancestors." Mr. Pao slowly walked towards the two of them with his cane, the smile in his eyes did not diminish.

Upon hearing this, Su Yu quickly winked at Miao Xiaofeng, who understood and quickly bowed and saluted Mr. Pao.

"You are ignorant, I hope my husband will give me some advice."

"Easy to say, easy to say." Mr. Pao walked slowly, his lips slightly open.

"I wonder if the Imperial Master is willing to give up his true energy and fight the old man for a few rounds."

The distance was about three hundred feet, but it felt like Mr. Pao walked a thousand feet away. It took him two cups of tea to reach Su Yu.

He raised his head, stared at Su Yu with a smile in his eyes, and said this.

Um?

A question mark formed above Su Yu's head. Could this old man know kung fu?

Being able to teach others Kung Fu and knowing Kung Fu yourself are completely different things, just like a boxing coach's actual combat ability is not as good as that of a boxer.

This old man’s kung fu skills were indeed beyond Su Yu’s expectations. According to Li Ru, hadn’t there been no ascetics in the Pao family for several generations?

"My father-in-law, please." Su Yu made a gesture of invitation. Although he was confused, the father-in-law could still say such words after seeing his own strength. Su Yu suddenly became alert.

"Okay." Mr. Pao did not accept the Qiufeng Knife handed over by Miao Xiaofeng, but slowly raised the crutch in his hand.

"This first move, pay attention to one word, quick!"

The old man made a sound, but his hands did not move. However, the crutches in his hands turned into afterimages and attacked Su Yu.

Sensing danger, Su Yu did not dare to be careless and took out the folding fan from his sleeve. The folding fan drew a circle and blocked Su Yu's face. The sound of gold and iron clashing continued to come from it.

"This second style emphasizes strength. One force can break all laws! Break!"

The old man shouted loudly, and the afterimages turned into crutches and hit the folding fan firmly.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, and Su Yu took half a step back, his eyes filled with shock.

Pao Laozhang can't feel the slightest trace of monasticism in his body, which means that he is purely relying on the power of the physical body.

But even in terms of physical strength, as a mortal immortal, Su Yu should be much stronger than ordinary people.

"This third style is all about risk!"

Before Su Yu could regain his senses, Mr. Pao swung out his crutch. The originally round crutch became incredibly thin, and finally swung towards Su Yu like a cicada wing.

Su Yu dodged and quickly dodged, but his clothes were still torn by the sword energy.

What a sharp knife! Su Yu was shocked.

It was just a crutch, but unexpectedly it was as sharp as a magic weapon in the hands of the old man.

"This fourth style is all about surprise."

The shadow of the staff flashed, and Su Yu quickly flapped his folding fan to resist. Then the shadow of the staff solidified and turned into a crutch to attack. Su Yu suffered a loss, and naturally he could not suffer it a second time.

He took a step across and turned sideways, allowing the powerful stick to miss him. However, when Pao Laozhang passed by him, a dangerous aura filled his heart and instantly filled his whole body.

I saw Mr. Pao paused, and the crutch in his hand dropped from his right hand to his left hand, and then he lifted it towards Su Yu's lower body from bottom to top.

Su Yu jumped into the air with a start, and just barely dodged this move.

"This fifth style is about coercion in all directions. When facing the enemy, you must not lose your momentum."

After saying that, Mr. Pao took one step forward to determine where Su Yu would land, and with the cane in his hand, he chopped at Su Yu with an unstoppable force, as if he wanted to chop him into pieces.

Su Yu was in mid-air, his legs had not touched the ground, and he had no time to dodge at this moment. If he was hit by this staff, even his body would suffer considerable damage.

In desperation, he had no choice but to activate his true energy and fly in the air, and only then could he escape from this critical situation.

"My father-in-law is good at it!" Su Yu handed over his hand and showed admiration for the father-in-law for the first time. In terms of kung fu alone, Su Yu was defeated.

"You're welcome, I'm just trying to take advantage of you." Mr. Pao returned the gesture and continued:

"The first five postures can be performed with the physical body, but the last two postures, Cutting and Cutting, can only be performed with the assistance of true energy."

"Why did my father-in-law display such a superb sword-fighting technique?" Su Yu put away the folding fan and asked.
Chapter completed!