Hoo~ Hoo~
Half an hour later, Ye Qingzhou was still full of energy, while Li Yan’er was panting heavily, her chest heaving violently, completely out of breath.
"Ye Qingzhou, how did you beco so powerful now?"
"Is there a possibility that you’re just too weak?"
"You jerk! You really have no idea how to make a girl happy!"
Li Yan’er listened to Ye Qingzhou’s words, feeling both shy and angry, with her hands on her hips, her cheeks puffing up.
At this mont, she was drenched in sweat, her damp hair sticking to her face, and combined with her delicate and charming appearance, it had a unique allure.
No wonder Yuan Zhiyi, her senior brother, couldn’t forget his beautiful junior sister.
"How’s my sword technique?"
The little girl’s temper cos and goes quickly. Li Yan’er’s expression changed, she walked up to Ye Qingzhou with a charming smile, her eyes full of longing, clearly wanting affirmation and praise from Ye Qingzhou, the great expert.
However, Ye Qingzhou, being a straightforward guy, cleared his throat: "Do you want to speak frankly or politely?"
"Okay, stop! Don’t say anything more!"
Li Yan’er was overwheld, her eyes full of black lines. She was smart and clever, and upon hearing this, she understood what kind of harsh evaluation Ye Qingzhou was about to voice.
Since it wasn’t what she wanted to hear, it was better not to listen!
After all, being old classmates, Ye Qingzhou casually gave Li Yan’er a few pointers: "The sword technique you’re practicing should be the ’Shenxiao Eight Slashes’ of the Shenxiao Blade Sect, right?"
"Yeah, I’ve only been practicing for three months, and there are still many aspects I haven’t mastered the essence of."
"You’re overthinking it, just focus on how to get started first."
Ye Qingzhou’s words were blunt, provoking Li Yan’er to glare at him angrily.
But there was no doubt that Ye Qingzhou’s opinion was correct— the skill levels of techniques are Entry Level, Skilled, Mastery, Great Success, Perfection, and Mastery.
To grasp the essence, one needs to delve into the principles of the techniques, to reach a level where you understand not only how but why it works, to truly master the essence.
And Li Yan’er’s ’Shenxiao Eight Slashes’ couldn’t even achieve the entry-level fusion of Qi and strength, which made mastering the essence seem impossibly far away.
Ye Qingzhou said to her, "What you need to do now is to initially master the technique of coordinating breathing and strength exertion, aligning the extension and withdrawal of your inner breath with the extension and withdrawal of the sword techniques. The essence of the ’Shenxiao Eight Slashes’ is simply the eight movents: sweep, chop, pull, cut, skim, deal, slash, and thrust."
Then, Ye Qingzhou drew out the Suspended Cutting Sword and used it as a blade, simulating these eight sword techniques while incorporating the Wind and Thunder forces of inner breath.
He moved with agility, and his techniques were natural and smooth, at least at a skilled level, leaving Li Yan’er completely dumbfounded.
"When did you secretly learn the ’Shenxiao Eight Slashes’?!"
"I just learned it from watching you once just now, is it that hard?"
"..."
Li Yan’er was infuriated, wanting to hit soone. She had spent half a year just barely managing to perform the eight techniques of the ’Shenxiao Eight Slashes,’ and couldn’t make them flow naturally.
Her master said it would take at least a year’s hard work to fully grasp the basics.
But Ye Qingzhou, watching her once, learned it? And he was already at a skilled level, perhaps after another half an hour of practice, he would reach mastery?
Is he even human?
"What’s wrong? Why do you look so upset?"
Ye Qingzhou was puzzled.
Li Yan’er pursed her lips and said with resentnt, "I suddenly feel so dumb. How can there be such a huge gap between people?"
Ye Qingzhou understood and then comforted her, "I can’t help it, I’m a once-in-a-million peerless genius. Besides, you shouldn’t feel too discouraged, you only need to practice for another ten or twenty years... to reach my current level."
"..."
Li Yan’er felt suffocated.
She would have to practice for another ten or twenty years to catch up to Ye Qingzhou today?
Is that even humanly possible!
"What’s wrong again?"
"Nothing, you’re great at comforting people, just don’t comfort next ti."
Li Yan’er said through gritted teeth, but soon cald down and asked about sothing else: "With your strength, you should be participating in the Phoenix Cup Competition, right?"
"Yeah, I’ll represent Linjiang First High School."
"Hehe, at that ti I’ll call our old classmates from Class Nine to cheer you on."
Back in middle school, they were both in Class Nine, and after entering high school, everyone went their separate ways and had little contact.
In the end, Li Yan’er treated Ye Qingzhou to dinner, and they parted under the night sky.
Soon after, Li Yan’er received a call from her high school classmate Lu Jingyao, "Your handso old lover?"
"He’s an old classmate, don’t call it that."
Li Yan’er corrected.
"He’s a high perforr, you might regret it if you don’t seize the opportunity."
"If you can seize it, is it still fate? Sigh, he used to be so ordinary in middle school, I didn’t expect him to beco so impressive now."
Then Li Yan’er went online to check and exclaid in surprise.
Lu Jingyao was startled, "What’s wrong?"
"Ye Qingzhou, he won the championship of the Cyan Wave Sword Fighting Competition!"
Li Yan’er then watched the competition playback, remaining in a state of shock, especially the final match between Ye Qingzhou and Zhu Jinfeng, which left her incredulous.
Both competitors’ strengths were absurdly powerful, with such destructive techniques that they tore up the entire arena!
Even Zhu Jinfeng, who was at a disadvantage, was soone Li Yan’er could only look up to, not to ntion Ye Qingzhou, who won with overwhelming strength.
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