Only senior brother is amazing

It is a step-by-step approach. At the beginning, it is dazzling and unpredictable. It is difficult to figure out, and it is easy to confuse the opponent and make the opponent mess up.Can't attack, can't attack, gradually consumes the opponent's internal strength and true energy, and then turns from defense to offense, according to the loopholes found in the previous defense, it can be easily broken.

If the Lianzhu sword technique is used, the longer the person defends, the weaker the opponent is.

He An didn't know when he came to the martial arts platform silently, and his eyes closely followed He Bei who was fighting Duan Zhen.

He Bei's red clothes were like fire, and his long sword was like snow. He only used two or three moves, and a few dazzling golden sword lights appeared in the air like lotus flowers. .

"Master He, Shaoxia He really has your demeanor."

He An turned his head and found that it was the genius from Beifu Temple: "Miss Kejun."

"It's far away, it's just that he looks good in a martial arts competition with him.

He An said so, but actually there was a certain degree of affirmation in his heart.

He Bei's performance was much better than he expected.He even thought that He Bei was his He An's son after all, and he was excellent.In the big group from the fourth rank to the fifth rank, He Bei was still the youngest.

But looking at He Bei's every move, Jun can see that He Bei's martial arts foundation is very solid.He suddenly understood He An's intentions. He obviously had a Baizi but didn't need to use it to cultivate He Bei early. He An must want He Bei to lay a solid foundation before inheriting Baizi's power. It is easy to stimulate He Bei's potential.After all, He An loves He Bei.

What kind of turmoil will a person like He Bei create in Jianghu if he owns Baizi?

There was a "puchi".

Duan Zhen's mouth suddenly sprayed a mouthful of blood.

The audience in the audience were amazed.

He Bei's sword was clearly an inch away from Duan Zhen's chest, but the internal force poured into the sword slandered him in the air, and he felt chills all over his body, and the surprise was greater than the pain caused by the injury.

He Bei was able to win in just thirty moves.

Duan Zhen raised his eyes to meet He Bei's pair of different-colored pupils, and those pupils were full of fear, like two cold peeping wells leading to the abyss of hell.

He Bei retracted the sword to his waist, did not show the joy after winning, but just clasped his fists and said calmly: "Senior Brother Duan, what an offense."

He turned around lightly, and the spring breeze once set off fresh clothes to make a decisive move, wanton youth, wanton behavior.

Ke Jun looked at He Bei, and his mind moved.

He Bei jumped off the martial arts platform, walked through the crowd of onlookers, walked to a touch of Tsing Yi, and smiled softly: "Brother, am I good?"