As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

"as you wish!"

"Cheng!"

A sword chant suddenly rang out.

On the beach, Chen Zhian's pupils contracted instantly.

In his sight.

An immortal came walking towards them holding a sword.

Lotus flowers grow wherever the immortal steps.

Every step I take,

A sword mark was drawn in the air.

As the immortal walked faster and faster, more sword marks appeared on his body and his footsteps became more and more strange.

Looking around, it seemed as if countless immortals were walking towards Chen Zhian with strange steps.

The place where he landed was covered with sword marks.

Like a bunch of shattered lotus flowers.

Chen Zhian held the sword in his hand in a daze. Facing the sword immortal coming from all directions, he had no idea how to defend himself.

Drawing the sword and looking around, I feel confused!

Just when he was in a trance.

"laugh!"

The sound of a sharp blade entering the body was heard, and countless figures of immortals merged into one.

And the sword in his hand.

It was unknown when it had pierced into Chen Zhian's body.

"Ding, the first move of the Nine Sword Moves, Eight Steps to Chase the Cicada, the deal is done!"

"call!"

Chen Zhian slumped on the ground, breathing in the air deeply.

That moment before.

He really felt like he was dead.

"Is the sword scripture so perverted? Why do I feel something is wrong?"

After sitting paralyzed for a long time, Chen Zhian stood up with the help of his sword and asked in confusion.

"Swords have no fixed form."

Tongzi's mechanical voice sounded: "Considering the host's mediocre qualifications and mediocre understanding, the system has analyzed nine variations for free."

Chen Zhian shook his head in confusion and was about to ask a question.

Tongzi mechanically said: “The Nine Sword Styles only represent the system’s optimal solution for the host, and are not the standard answer.

Everyone has a different understanding of the way of the sword. Chen Zhiming may have understood all nine swords in the sword scripture, or he may have only understood one sword!"

"Understood!"

Chen Zhian nodded, and after a long silence, he hesitated and said, "Can we... do it again?"

There was silence on the beach.

After a long time, an emotionless mechanical voice sounded: "The system is reanalyzing the host...

The host's aptitude is low and he is unable to comprehend the sword intent.

......

Parsing completed.

Redefine the sword.

There are nine sword moves. The first move is to chase the cicada in eight steps.

Please, host... raise your sword and thrust five steps to the left..."

Five days later.

Virtual space.

A ray of breeze blew by.

Chen Zhian's long gown fluttered.

His body suddenly swung to the left and suddenly appeared on the right.

Leaving countless messy footprints on the beach.

The theme is erratic and unexpected.

As the last breeze passed over the hill, he stood ten feet away.

Return the sword to its sheath.

Chen Zhian said with his hands behind his back: "Tongzi, I have mastered the key points of the Eight Steps to Chase the Cicada.

You will probably be able to master it after two more days of familiarization.

It seems that...

My qualifications don't seem to be as bad as you interpreted?"

Tongzi remained silent.

After a long time, he said, "In terms of swordsmanship, if the total comprehension of the world is ten buckets... Chen Zhiming alone has twelve buckets, and the host owes him two buckets!"

Chen Zhian sneered.

Don't believe it at all.

I picked up the sword again and started practicing the eight steps to chase the cicada...

......

Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road!

The former kendo champion, now sword servant Lao Li, squatted on the ground in an untidy manner.

Holding two burnt sweet potatoes in his hands.

not far away.

Chen Zhiming was collecting valuables from the pile of dead bodies.

Every time he found a piece of silver, a smile of joy from the bottom of his heart would appear on the corner of his mouth.

This was the thirteenth day since they left the village.

Along the way.

Seven groups of unlucky bandits have already died at the hands of Chen Zhiming's sword.

It’s not that they are blind and provoke people they shouldn’t provoke.

It is really impossible to resist the disaster that comes from the sky.

"My lord, forget about the bandits in the Hexi Corridor. They are just passing by.

But this is all Hedong.

He traveled hundreds of miles just for a few dozen taels of silver.

Is it worth it?

After eating two roasted sweet potatoes, Old Li saw Chen Zhiming still tirelessly touching the corpse.

I couldn't help but complain.

He really couldn't understand this young man.

Really like these things.

With Chen Zhiming's attainments in swordsmanship, he is always a guest of honor wherever he goes.

No need to even speak.

Just miss a little bit of swordsmanship.

Wouldn’t those aristocratic families be lining up to give them money?