After hearing this, Meng Xueqing hurriedly stepped forward and carefully examined the sword marks on the table. However, she saw that even though a long time had passed, the sword marks were still very deep. It was obvious that those who were fighting would not be merciful, but she knew that her skills were far away.

Far from being as unique as Jian Beiyuan in the martial arts world, just by looking at the sword marks, how can you tell which sword technique it belongs to?

"Elder Jian, how did you know?"

Jian Beiyuan only looked at it briefly for a moment and then stopped talking. He glanced at Mo Zhi inadvertently and said with a smile: "Don't worry, boy, come here and take a look at this sword mark. Can you tell anything?"

Mo Zhi came closer to watch. Although he had only been practicing martial arts for a short period of time, he had accumulated a lot of practical experience since going down the mountain to the northwest. There was a bit of intelligence in his eyes. As he watched, he said: "It is true that the long sword is swinging.

Yes, but the swordsmanship is very complicated. It can be vaguely seen that it is at least two or three people fighting with swords, and the deepest sword marks are carved. However, it is not the person with the highest attainments in swordsmanship, but he can make such deep marks. It can be seen that

The weapon this man wields is very sharp, much stronger than those wielded by others."

After hearing this, Jian Beiyuan showed some approval in his eyes and said, "What happens next?"

Mo Zhi shrugged and said with a smile: "In my opinion, if you want me to analyze randomly here, why not call the two waiters back and ask them, won't everything be clear?"

Meng Xueqing patted her head and said with a smile: "This method is the simplest. If you don't tell me, you will almost have to make random guesses based on a few traces."

But Jian Beiyuan suddenly stretched out his hand to stop the two of them, and said, "You can ask at any time if you want, but I have to ask you now, old man."

Mo Zhi had known him not long ago, but he already knew that he had a very weird temperament. He knew that he could not resist it, so he had to calm down and carefully look at the marks on the table in front of him.

To know where the magic is, one must be proficient in many sword techniques in Jianghu to see its essence. But although Mo Zhi didn't know much about it, the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became.

"This...this deepest sword technique is the 'Condensing Light Sword Technique' of Yu Xuan Sect!"

Jian Beiyuan smiled coldly.

When Mo Zhi mistakenly entered the Changuofeng Mountain Cave, what he saw was the essence of all the sword techniques of Yu Xuanzong recorded in the stone carvings in the cave. What he saw that day was that they were carved on the stone wall with sharp tools, although they were also assisted by human figures.

, but it is omitted and simple. Most of them still need to be seen through the sword marks. Therefore, from the beginning, Mo Zhi can calculate the number of Yu Xuanzong's sword techniques even if he only sees the marks. He can't help but wonder when he recognizes them at a glance.

Shocked.

Seeing his expression, Meng Xueqing knew that he was telling no lies, and her heart couldn't help but sink. She quickly said: "This...but why, Yu Xuanzong and I, Hanye Valley, are of the same spirit, and both are righteous martial arts sects."

How can we fight with each other?"

Jian Beiyuan shouted: "But there are other interesting things!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw this tall, fat old man hanging upside down. He slapped the table with one palm. He didn't know how to exert force. The wooden table was smashed into pieces by his palm. However, sawdust flew everywhere.

, but saw that there was still a fragment of the tabletop stuck to his palm, and this fragment was also in the shape of a palm, but this palm was slightly smaller than Jian Beiyuan's generous hand.

"This is......"

Jian Beiyuan took off a fragment of a wooden table in his hand, only to find that someone had used an unknown palm technique to carve his own palm outline on the piece of palm-shaped wood.

It was a blow from bottom to top, hitting the bottom of the wooden table. Today, Jian Beiyuan used the power of his palm to hit from top to bottom. The force was so strong that the wooden table could not withstand it, but the person who used the palm in the first place was very powerful.

It is also extremely profound. Due to the conflict between the positive and negative forces, this fragment has been preserved.

Jian Beiyuan said: "The strength of this palm is not simple. It is so heavy that even the appearance of this palm is imprinted on it, but the wooden table is not damaged. I'm afraid I can't do it so freely, old man."

If the old man hadn't noticed that the palm was palmed like this, and the palm technique was like this, Chengyin Temple had a unique skill in 'begging hands' at that time."

Meng Xueqing's jade face turned pale, and a trace of worry flashed in her pupils: "First Yuxuanzong, then Chengyin Temple..."

Mo Zhi said coldly: "Don't be impatient yet. Even if this is created by the two sects' secret knowledge, it does not necessarily mean that the three sects are secretly fighting each other. Didn't I say before that there is a man in black who is familiar with the three sects?"

Is it martial arts?"

Meng Xueqing said: "But even so, the man in black is extremely skilled in martial arts. I'm afraid it will not be easy for me to deal with him alone..."

Jian Beiyuan said: "Miss Qing, don't worry too much. With Zhengqing's current skills, if there is anyone in the world that he can't defeat, I am sure of it. But if there is anyone who can't escape, I

But I don’t believe it, but no matter what, one of the sword marks on the table is our Hanye Valley’s sword technique, and it must have been left by Zheng Qing.”

"Hey hey hey!"

The waiter yelled loudly and came back from outside the house, with a face full of impatience, and said: "You guys, what else can you see in front of a broken table? Leave quickly, we have to clean it up.

We have business to do tomorrow."

Meng Xueqing hurriedly stepped forward, saluted, and said with a smile: "Brother, please, do you still remember the people who were fighting in the store and what the situation was like that day?"

The waiter looked irritated and depressed, waving his hands repeatedly, fanning Meng Xueqing with a big hand, and shouted: "I don't remember, I don't remember, who will remember these things for you?"

Meng Xueqing was about to speak again when she suddenly heard the wind blowing in her ears, and there was a soft sound in the air. A group of dark things shot out from behind and hit the waiter's door directly. The black dumpling came very quickly and with great force.

If you are not familiar with martial arts, even the bridge of your nose will be broken if you hit him forcefully.

But the waiter tilted his body, and before the black dumplings were about to arrive, he calmly dodged away. When Mo Zhi saw that his move failed, he swung his hand and threw a bamboo chopstick on the table again. The chopsticks were so powerful

Compared to the stone just now, it was even more heavy and coherent. The black shadow flashed and struck the waiter between his eyebrows again.

"What a boy! You noticed it!"

The waiter sneered and stretched out his hand to fold the bamboo chopsticks on his fingertips. Then with a little force on his fingertips, the bamboo chopsticks instantly broke into two pieces.

The exchange between the two passed very quickly. Meng Xueqing felt a blur in front of her eyes, but her chopsticks had been broken. Suddenly, she felt a sudden force on her shoulders, and it was Jian Beiyuan who pulled her back to him and said: "This waiter is

Fake. That brat is really smart!"

The waiter stood there, and Meng Xueqing could see that at first glance, the waiter looked the same as before, but if he looked carefully, he could see that as he walked in and out, he was clearly tall and tall.

He was a lot older, and his face was even stiffer and bloodless. Immediately, he felt a chill in his heart and shouted: "Who are you! Where did you hide the waiter just now!"

The waiter in the shop raised his eyes to look at the crowd, turned a deaf ear to Meng Xueqing's questions, stared straight at Mo Zhi, laughed strangely, and said, "Not bad, with such cleverness, no wonder he was able to escape outside Lulong Pass."

Mo Zhi didn't know the details, but he seemed to know everything about the northwest. He couldn't make a guess at the moment, but he didn't talk to him.

But Jian Beiyuan had a short temper. Seeing that neither of them wanted to say anything, and didn't care what the secrets were, he just shouted: "That little thief, have you ever seen my Hanye Valley disciple?"

!”

The waiter smiled coldly and said, "Of course I saw it, but why should I tell you?"

As he spoke, he quickly retreated backwards. His movements were so fast that no one had time to predict. Jian Beiyuan roared loudly, raised his palm and slapped his chest. His kung fu master spread out, and the wind from his palm spread in all directions, and the wind shield fell in all directions.

The waiter in the shop was unable to be forced by the power of his palms. He felt that his palms were flying everywhere, and all the acupuncture points in his body seemed to be under his control. As a last resort, he made a conscious decision and pushed with both palms. As soon as he touched his palms, he immediately

His arms trembled and his whole body was shaken. He shouted "Good guy" and fell out of the window.

Jian Beiyuan jumped out, but at this moment, there was a black wind blowing outside the house. When he looked around, he saw three black shadows rushing towards him. These three people were all dressed in black, and they were the same size. They were as neat as a knife and an axe.

One of them waved his palm, and the two raised their swords. In an instant, the shadows of the palms and the light of the swords came one after another, and they all rushed towards Jian Beiyuan's chest.

But the old man was not afraid at all. He laughed suddenly, the sound was like scraping a wok, like the sound of gold and iron. The inner energy contained in it was like a torrent. Several people were not even close to him, but they were shaken by his loud laughter.

Their ears were ringing and they all retreated.

Although Jian Beiyuan intimidated the enemies with his smile and looked extremely majestic, he couldn't help but secretly sighed in his heart: "The old man's voice can be considered as having six successful powers. If you are an ordinary martial artist, you will faint just by hearing this."

The skills of these people are indeed extraordinary!"

But he was born to be optimistic, and he was very good at fighting with others. He immediately regained his fighting spirit, jumped up and came to the center of the crowd. Before they could react, he had already thrown three punches and five palms in a row, all of which were on the waist and back.

They didn't dare to attack, whether it was a joint pass or a fatal hole. They each used their own body skills to avoid it, and then immediately formed another attack.

Although Jian Beiyuan stood in the enemy's heart, he could take a step east and half a step west, and the fight was very enjoyable. On a whim, he used the force of his palms to become heavier and heavier. By the time he hit five or six moves, his palms were already buzzing.

There was a buzzing sound, and the three of them were forced further and further away by him alone, and they were about to be defeated by the sight.

But at this moment, Mo Zhi only felt the green sword light swaying in his peripheral vision, and another person holding a green sword was flying towards him, but this person's sword did not stab Jian Beiyuan, but pointed directly towards Meng Xueqing.

This man's sword was fierce and cruel, as if it was filled with hatred. Mo Zhi only felt the flash of green light, and the tip of the sword was coming. Meng Xueqing was so focused on Jian Beiyuan at the moment that she didn't realize it. Mo Zhi shouted loudly and cut

Meng Xueqing held it beside her and flicked her fingers towards Qing Jianjian.

This move is what is recorded in the stone carvings in the cave. It is a method of instantly using the inner strength to snap a finger to seize the sword. But at this moment, Mo Zhi's inner strength can no longer be used. When he points it down, the sword body does not tremble at all, but is directly on his left shoulder.
Chapter completed!