I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 11: Never Hide Your Incompetence
Wang Shangpin was obviously stunned, and said in surprise: "I'm not just putting on an act."

"Yes, I can stand in the perfect posture now, and I can feel the blood flowing." Zhou Mu answered honestly. He knew that it took Wang Shangpin two months to stand in the natural posture.
It can be done in one day. It may be difficult, but he is not prepared to hide his incompetence.

I came here to become your disciple, so what is there to hide?

"Brother Zhou, don't brag!"

Wang Shangpin smiled and patted Zhou Mu's shoulder, saying happily:
"If you want to accomplish it in one day, you shouldn't be standing here. I heard that Master Yu spent half a day standing non-stop before he succeeded!"

"Brother Wang, there's no need for me to lie to you, right?"

Wang Shangpin was stunned:
"Really?"

"real."

The other boxers also looked over at this time, and Wang Shangpin waved his hand carelessly:
"Do not believe!"

Wang Shangpin said happily:
"I'll teach you a thing or two, if you can do it, it would be amazing, Brother Zhou, tell me what I'm saying."

He suddenly stopped talking and stood up straight, and the rest of the fighters did the same.

Zhou Mu did as he was told and heard the door of the martial arts hall being pushed open and a chaotic sound of footsteps walking in.

He still glanced over and saw two men and one woman. The first two were wearing white clothes. One had long hair and a gentle look, and the other had short hair and a long scar on her face.

The girl looked not too old, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with bright eyes and curved eyebrows. They were all chatting and laughing with each other, and there was a sharp aura about them.

I guess they are the other three martial arts school disciples.

Girl jumping:

"Big Sister should still be sleeping now, Second Brother and Third Brother, how about we take a break first?"

"be lazy?"

The long-haired young man with a gentle face smiled and said:
"Before Master left, he said that he would test us when he returned from visiting friends in the inner city. If we slack off in the slightest, we will be punished with a stick."

The girl snorted:
"Second Brother, I'm not afraid. When Master hits you, he really hits you. But when he hits me, he holds back!"

On the side, the short-haired scarred young man smiled and said:

"Really? But I heard from Master that next time you should let Senior Sister hit you with the stick."

The girl's expression froze and she shrank her head.

As they were talking, the three of them had already walked to the martial arts training ground. The long-haired young man glanced around, his eyes paused on Zhou Mu, then moved away and finally looked at No. 1:
"Third Junior Brother and I are going to talk to the Senior Sister. Please have someone fight with the Junior Sister first. Don't get close to her."

"Yes." Number One clasped his fists, lowered his head, and turned around: "Group Two."

He glanced at Zhou Mu and changed his words:

"Group three, put on armor."

Zhou Mu saw the strong man No. 7 and a short man coming out. Wang Shangpin on the side nudged him with his elbow and whispered:

"Number 379 is the third group. Go there and put on your armor. Be careful!"

Zhou Mu thanked him in a low voice, followed No. 3 and No. 7 out, and when he came to the wooden man on the side, he saw the strong man No. 7 taking off the armor on the wooden man and putting it on, so he followed suit.

The wooden man is wearing a chain mail, which is made of iron rings and buckles. Each ring is buckled with the other four rings, shaped like a net lock.

He took off his armor, and it was very heavy in his hand, obviously not made of ordinary iron.

After hastily putting on the armor, Zhou Mu saw the strong man No. 7 glanced at him and showed a big malicious smile.

"Hey, are you new here?"

The girl stepped forward, holding a long sword in her hand, and asked curiously:
"Master said that I can't hit people accurately with my sword, and asked me to practice my accuracy. You have to dodge my sword later. How is your kung fu? If not, I won't hit you as much. I just strengthened my body, and sometimes I can't control my strength well."

Before Zhou Mu could speak, number seven answered:
"Master Hu, you don't know that I fought with No. 9 yesterday, and he was this!"

Number 7 gave a thumbs up and continued:

"I dare say that, except for No. 1, no one here can compare to him, and he is incredibly fast. It is really perfect for him to be your sparring partner!"

"Yes, yes!" The short No. 3 also said, "I'm worried that No. 7 and I will interfere with No. 9's performance." "Is it true?" The girl surnamed Hu was a little surprised and looked at Zhou Mu.

Zhou Mu glanced at number three and number seven, but a calm smile appeared on his face:
"They're right."

Number 3 and number 7 were both stunned.

The girl surnamed Hu became interested:

"Well, I'm going to give it a try then."

As she spoke, she made a sword flower, walked to the open space, and hooked her finger at the three people:
"Everyone come forward."

Number 3 and number 7 moved forward reluctantly, but then stood on both sides of Zhou Mu, intentionally or unintentionally sandwiching him in the middle.

"Here I come!"

The girl surnamed Hu uttered a crisp cry, and her long sword flashed a white light, slashing straight at Zhou Mu, not forgetting to remind him:

"Watch out, get out of the way!"

Number 3 and number 7 screamed strangely, as if they were frightened and wanted to hide, and they accidentally bumped into Zhou Mu together, stopping Zhou Mu in his tracks, facing the sword light!

"Ouch!" The girl surnamed Hu exclaimed, obviously wanting to hold back her strength, but it was too late. As she said, she had just entered the stage of building a strong body and could not control her strength at all!

It seemed like Zhou Mu was about to be cut in half by the sword, but just as the sword was about to fall, he simply turned slightly and dodged the sword perfectly and precisely.

"what?"

Not far away, Yu Meiren, who was as fat as a mountain of flesh, who had just pushed the door open and walked out, raised her eyelids slightly, and Number One in the martial arts training ground also frowned.

Yes. Luck?

"You scared me!" The girl surnamed Hu took a breath and glared at No. 3 and No. 7: "Why are you squeezing others? It's just a little bit short."

"It's okay, don't blame them."

Zhou Mu caught a glimpse of Lord Yu walking out of the hall, and made up his mind.
"They are actually right. They will only interfere with me. How about I practice with you alone?"

"This..." The girl surnamed Hu hesitated a little: "If you are alone, you will get tired of flashing, and I can't stop. It's easy, easy."

"It's all right, sir."

"Ok."

The girl surnamed Hu did not say anything more. Although she was kind-hearted, she grew up in a breeding area and had seen many deaths and lives. She just reminded him:
"If you really can't avoid it, try to move away from the vital parts."

She raised the sword again, exerted her strength, and the long sword suddenly broke through the air!

The long sword that seemed as fast as lightning in the eyes of the other fighters was as slow as a snail in Zhou Mu's eyes. Moreover, after his body was nourished by the pills, he was no longer the same as before. His body could barely keep up with the reaction!
He did not dodge, but just took a half step back following the sword wind.

The sword fell into empty air.

"Awesome!" The girl surnamed Hu praised, and without holding back, she thrust forward one sword after another, with a loud sound of swords breaking through the air!
But without exception.

Zhou Mu stood in a small space, and he either moved half a step, or turned sideways, or tilted his head, and dodged the sword that was coming at him. From beginning to end, he never moved an inch! !

Number One narrowed his eyes, and Yu Meiren and the other two young men also stopped and watched.

As she chopped, the girl surnamed Hu became a little anxious. Every time her sword missed the target, she felt very uncomfortable. She let out a delicate cry and started using her sword skills!

The sound of muscles and bones creaking in her body, her qi and blood surging, the sword wielding continuously, the sword light never ceases, pouring down like rain, and the rain interweaves into a net! !

A strong warrior exerted all his strength, even using exquisite sword moves subconsciously. This interwoven sword net seemed unavoidable, and before the sword even fell, the sword wind stirred up the dust!
"Collect the bodies." Yu Meiren, who was like a mountain of flesh, turned her head and ordered.

The words just fell.

She saw that the number nine companion was very strange and weird. With the fierce sword wind, he was like a thin piece of paper or a fallen leaf, swaying slightly in the wind.

When the sword net fell, No. 9 Peiquan was still standing in the same place, and the dozens of swords that fell in that instant left dozens of criss-crossing deep sword marks in the mud under his feet.

He was unharmed.

(End of this chapter)