Once upon a time, he was the number one war god in the world, he was in charge of the world, and he used his troops like a god. He could suppress evil spirits from all directions and command all the gods in the world to be respected by everyone.

Even though he had lost his flesh and blood body now, with just these ten moves, he could still determine Zhao Yue's swordsmanship level, which was very likely to be above himself.

The ten actions that the Emperor taught her seemed simple, but actually embodies the essence of all sword techniques in the world, and permeates the concept of heaven, earth and Tao following nature throughout it. It is almost the most primitive and extreme state of all sword techniques systems.

With ten simple moves, you can really have the ability to turn the world upside down. If you can get in touch with me in time, let alone the ranking competition of Kunlun Palace disciples, you will not be afraid of the ranking of the world.

What words should be used to describe Fu Chen’s mood at this time?

Unexpected?

But it was completely expected.

With such an essential swordsmanship system, the noble ancient emperor should have passed it to Zhaoyue with all his mentality. Fu Chen seemed to empathize with it at this moment.

Only the woman I value and worry about the most will have the qualifications to learn this set of swordsmanship.

If it were someone else, you might not even see these ten moves.

In Fu Chen's eyes, this is all the ancient emperor's doting on her.

After that, Zhao Yue sat under the ginseng fruit tree, next to the white marble stone table in the yard, peeling the fruit while pointing out the gap in his movements.

I have to say that the little fox in front of me is really a precious and good embryo.

Zhao Yue only demonstrated the ten moves that Zhao Yue had done, and only demonstrated them twice. The little fox in front of him could have imitated them to a height of 600% and 70% of them. No wonder Huang Quan was so confident that he could learn the sword technique like Zhu Xian just for him.

The clay body had never practiced swordsmanship. Without the infiltration of the entire system foundation, the joint muscles were still a little stiff, which slightly lowered the level of his movements.

But if this is not the case, it is really possible that both sides can see it thoroughly.

The shadows of trees in the yard were swaying, accompanied by the rustling night wind, and Zhaoyue's fur coat almost did her best to wrap her into a rice dumpling. The moonlight was slightly covered with clouds, and the deep blue night sky was above the heads of the two people, as time passed, gradually dyed the light golden color of the rising sun.

When Fu Chen put the Yun Yu sword into the scabbard, he turned around and Zhao Yue was already lying on the stone table, holding a stove and fell asleep. On the plate on the table, there were at least twenty peeled oranges piled up like a small hill bag.

He raised his eyebrows and snorted with disgust. He glanced at the black Aoshita who was sleeping in her clothes, and spoke tentatively: "If God Aoshita doesn't disgust, you might as well come out and wrap her to sleep, so as not to get cold."

Originally, he didn't expect the great beast to pay attention to him, but he didn't expect that it opened his eye, stared at it for a moment, and actually walked out, turned around next to Zhaoyue, and then lay there, putting its black tail on Zhaoyue's body.

It was like a quilt that was gently placed on her body.

Fuchen bowed his hand and bent down respectfully: "It's a good thing that Amaterasu is here."

This posture continued until Luo Chen stood in the courtyard with a plate on his back. Even the eldest disciple of Kunlun Palace had lived for tens of thousands of years. It was the first time he saw Amaterasu, one of the ancient great beasts.

The whole person was shocked, opened his mouth wide and could not say a word for a long time.

What shocked him even more was Fu Chen, who was still practicing swords on the other side of the yard. His posture, shape, movement, and even his expressionless side face made him feel unprecedentedly oppressed.

Of course, the most stressful thing was to take a breath when he saw his clothes clearly.

The material used in the golden clothes was actually worth half a piece, and one meter could match the Yunjin Nishang of a small immortal sect! This kind of top-notch material that has never been seen in books, and even the Heavenly Lord could not take out a few meters of divine objects.

Seeing him looking at him with his mouth wide open for a while, Fu Chen stopped his hand. Yun Yujian thrust and took the plate from Luo Chen's hand, and turned around and walked into the room without saying anything.

Luo Chen saw it clearly. The little fox who took the plate didn't even breathe, and there was no trace of sweat on his forehead, as if the high-intensity sword skills were not practiced just now.

He followed Fu Chen's footsteps, put the food on his plate, and asked suspiciously: "I have read the moves of various sects, but I have never seen the sword skills before."

Fu Chen glanced at him slightly: "It's normal that I haven't seen the Moon Clan's swordsmanship before."

"I only heard before that the Yuemen's children are good at Shanhe Qinyu and are not good at using swords. I didn't expect that they would have their own sword skills." Luo Chen exclaimed and placed his chopsticks, "Now it seems that I am ignorant."

Fu Chen was not slow and he laughed: "The God is not wrong. He is good at Shanhe Qinzhi. But in this ranking competition, if you use Shanhe Qinzhi, the entire Kunlun Palace will not be able to flow into a river?"

Luo Chen was silent and didn't answer the next sentence for a while.

Seeing that he had pursed his mouth for a long time, Fu Chen deliberately said: "Because he was not good at swordsmanship, he just hugged the Buddha's feet and practiced hard while the night was dark."

The implication of this is that the barrier that happened last night emerged.

Luo Chen calmly picked up the empty plate and felt embarrassed: "I am humble, this is not bad at all."

After saying that, he nodded slightly: "Goodbye."

Luo Chen's mood was extremely complicated.

He saw it clearly. His moves didn't seem to be bad at all. Although his body looked a little stiff, it felt more like he didn't use a sword for a long time.

When I looked around, I felt that I hadn't used a sword for a while, so I should be familiar with it. This wording is more appropriate.

After he placed the empty plate in the kitchen, he walked straight towards the Wuji Palace. Along the way, he was thinking about how to repay the elders and what words to use to describe what happened on this day to look less shocking?

The gate of Tai Chi Hall slowly opened. More than ten elders and the ancestor Hongjun who was sitting in the main seat had been waiting there for a long time, and they all turned their eyes to Luo Chen.

Seeing that his face was extremely bad, he bowed to the crowd, he wandered, hesitated, and even struggled for a long time before he spoke hard: "It is rumored that the Moon Clan is not good at swordsmanship, but what the disciples saw with their own eyes was a thousand miles apart. Yue Zun's disciples are probably far above the disciples in terms of strength, body, posture, or sword skills."

There was a silence in the hall. More than ten elders looked at me and I looked at you. After a long time, the god of Mochuan on Chiri Peak asked thoughtfully: "What you said is true?"

Luo Chen nodded heavily: "Every word is true, no exaggeration."
Chapter completed!