"Tan Qiuhan from the Tianhai Sword Sect invited me to compete in a sword competition," Fakong said.

"Let me take a look." Chu Yu said hurriedly.

Fakong shook his head.

Chu Yu said: "Are you not sure you can beat him? Who is this Tan Qiuhan?"

"We are still sure of winning, but it's just not appropriate to take you with us. Your level is too low. If you go, you won't be able to bear it, and you will also have mental barriers." Fakong said.

Martial arts experience and knowledge do not mean that the sooner you gain experience, the better. Sometimes, if you gain experience and knowledge early, it can be a big trouble.

If you witness a Grand Master taking action too early, it may create a psychological shadow and make it difficult to become a Grand Master again.

Of course, sometimes, seeing a great master take action actually helps to become a great master.

The same thing, if it happens at different times and timings, will produce completely different results.

Chu Yu said helplessly: "I'm not even qualified to watch the excitement."

Fakong smiled and said: "Then just practice hard."

"If I want to practice, I have to take a month off."

"If your cultivation heart is too ardent and your inner fire is too strong, it will harm your body." Fakong said with a smile, "You may even become obsessed with it."

"Okay, then be careful." Chu Yu said, "I'm leaving."

——

After Chu Yu left, Fakong took out a piece of spirit tortoise shell.

He looked around with his Ning Yun Heavenly Eyes and thought secretly, what if he didn't need the Sky-Destroying Divine Palm?

What would happen if you didn't cut off his sword directly, but just used sword strikes?

The mirror created by the tortoise armor showed the two people fighting each other. This time, he did not cut off Tan Qiuhan's sword directly.

The sword light between the two men was like clear water, cool and peaceful, with no hint of murderous intent.

Fakong looked at it for a moment and closed his eyes.

He replayed the action at that time in his mind and studied Tan Qiuhan's moves.

While cracking it, he also incorporated its essence into his own swordsmanship.

He got into the Kalachakra Tower and burned for three days.

After exiting the Kalachakra Tower, he looked at the Spirit Turtle Armor again.

In the Spirit Turtle Armor, the situation of taking action this time is different.

After a while, he closed his eyes again and replayed it in his mind, taking the essence and integrating it into his own swordsmanship.

After a while, he entered the Kalachakra Tower again.

After coming out, look at the tortoise shell.

After repeating this five times, his smile gradually widened and he became confident.

He looked up at the sky, then it flashed and disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, he appeared on the top of Nantian Peak.

Tan Qiuhan, dressed in a green shirt, was already standing in front of Nantian Gate.

Tan Qiuhan is tall and tall, with slender arms and slender hands.

He has a square face and extraordinary facial features.

He pursed his lips tightly, raised his chin slightly, and his eyes showed arrogance: "Master Fakong, you are late."

Fakong had already heard this sentence several times in the turtle shell. He didn't want to hear it anymore, so he directly drew his sword out of its sheath: "Daxue Mountain Vajra Temple, Fakong, please enlighten me."

"...Tianhai Sword Sect, Tan Qiuhan." Seeing him like this, Tan Qiuhan said no more and slowly unsheathed his sword.

Fakong said calmly: "If you, Donor Tan, lose, will there be stronger masters coming to kill me?"

"……Won't."

Fakong smiled: "You really can't? Don't you have to kill me?"

"I still keep my word."

"Then please."

"laugh!"

"laugh!"

The sword light from the two of them poured together like clear water.

…

After twelve moves, Fakong returned the sword to its sheath, smiled and said, "Almsgiver Tan, this poor monk takes his leave."

He disappeared in a flash.

Tan Qiuhan stood there in shock, his expression changing.

There are several people standing on the mountain peak not far away, looking here from a distance.

They saw every move and style clearly.

Fakong's swordsmanship didn't seem subtle at first glance, but it was surprisingly powerful. He defeated Tan Qiuhan simply and calmly.

All Tan Qiuhan's exquisite moves seem to have become complicated and redundant.

Ning Haiping fell next to Tan Qiuhan: "Uncle Tan, Fakong has won."

"Yes." Tan Qiuhan was still immersed in the swordsmanship just now, and said absently: "We win."

"We really don't want revenge?" Ning Haiping frowned.

You know, they have lost too many masters to Fakong. This is a blood debt, how can they give up?

Tan Qiuhan glanced at him lightly.

Ning Hai was stunned.

The hairs on my hair stood up uncontrollably, like falling into an ice cellar.

Tan Qiuhan snorted: "I don't know how high the sky is, but you can deal with him? Stupid!"

"Yes." Ning Haiping cupped his fists and bowed.

Tan Qiuhan said: "Still looking for him? Do you think there are not enough people dead?"
Chapter completed!