Global Super Martial Arts: I have a Pangu Super Power System

Mei Qinghe suddenly changed his mind, directly overturning his own thoughts.

"Go back and rest, class starts tomorrow.

Don't talk too much, or we will beat you together."

Feng Feiyang followed suit, and immediately looked like he was going to beat someone up.

Li Chonglou had black lines all over his face, and hurriedly got up and left.

He understood the thoughts of the two of them, not because he was afraid that Jian Gu would sharpen his spirit, but because he was afraid of accidents.

After a night of nothing, a new day has finally arrived.

Li Chonglou officially started a new life, studying with other inner court disciples.

There are eight thousand disciples at Holy Sword Peak, and Feng Feiyang doesn't plan to make a small fuss, so Li Chonglou directly follows their progress.

"Today we formally dissect the 42 ways of Tai Chi swordsmanship."

The teaching content of Holy Sword Peak for the next month is to analyze the Taiji swordsmanship of the Yanhuang League.

Before the class started, Li Chonglou was given special care and received a special wooden sword.

Taiji Sword is a cultural and martial arts treasure of the Yanhuang League. The course begins with a half-hour demonstration.

This is an old man over fifty years old, with a wooden sword in his hand, swaying 42 ways of Tai Chi swordsmanship continuously.

One trick and one style, well-organized.

"Wonderful, it turns out that there is such an essence."

Li Chonglou grasped the essence of it in an instant, and couldn't help applauding.

This is not a joke, but really realized the essence of it.

All of this stems from the blood of the ancient Xuanwu, which made Li Chonglou suddenly see the light.

This sudden applause interrupted the thoughts of other disciples.

All eyes swiped over, including the old man on the fighting platform.

"Hehe, there are really people who dare to speak out loudly. They really think that Zhang Zhenren is alive."

A sneer came immediately, ridiculing Li Chonglou.

"Of course I'm not Zhang Zhenren alive, but I do understand it. Good swordsmanship"

Li Chonglou immediately found the source and found that it was a tall and cold woman with short hair.

"The 42-way Tai Chi sword is a common treasure of the entire Yanhuang League, and I also practiced it for a year in Taishan Academy.

I would like to ask you what you saw on the first day."

The woman turned her nostrils to the sky and snorted coldly, her eyes filled with disdain.

"Taishan Academy?"

Li Chonglou couldn't help being taken aback, this is obviously in the Human Emperor's Academy, why did he suddenly come out of the Taishan Academy.

"She is Kong Jingxuan, an exchange student."

Qin Yiyi reminded in a low voice that she is also a disciple of the Holy Sword Peak.

Only then did Li Chonglou understand, but his brows frowned involuntarily.

"Well, you are the first day in my class, you are very unfamiliar."

The old man on the stage was also interested, and he recognized Li Chonglou as a new face at a glance.

"That's right, disciple is indeed the first day of class."

Li Chonglou said neither humble nor overbearing.

"Oh, so you were booing just now?"

The old man frowned, with a look of displeasure on his face.

"Senior Chen, this is a sensationalist clown"

Kong Jingxuan immediately stood up from the futon, mocking Li Chonglou as a clown.

"You have to be cured if you are sick, and you have no brains to install a new one quickly."

Li Chonglou would not swallow his anger, he didn't bother to care about whether the exchange students were not exchanged.

"Presumptuous, do you dare to compare swords with me?"

Kong Jingxuan snorted coldly, a layer of frost suddenly appeared on her face.

"Don't dare, because I'm not as cheap as you"

Li Chonglou resolutely refused, and turned back coldly.

For a moment, the audience roared with laughter.

At this time, a young man with a short beard on his face stood up, with a cold light in his eyes.

"Can you say that again?"

A killing intent flashed in the young man's eyes, and he was actually murderous.

"I was wrong, I'm not as cheap as you two"

Without fear, Li Chonglou sneered directly.

"Okay, here is my special show for Mr. Chen.

That being the case, let me preside over it, and you guys will compare this Tai Chi sword in public."

The old man was a little angry, he gave Li Chonglou a hard look, and immediately made a decision.

"Okay, then I'll make a fool of myself."

Li Chonglou was not afraid either, and immediately jumped up holding the wooden sword and landed on the fighting platform.

"You two together"

Raising the wooden sword in his hand, Li Chonglou pointed at the two people in the audience.

"So arrogant, I really don't know how to live or die."

There are more than two exchange students, Taishan Academy has 12 students in Shengjian Peak, and Kunlun Academy has 9 students.

Li Chonglou's words aroused their hearts of common hatred and hatred.

"Oh, then don't blame me, Yang Wupeng, for being rude."

The young man waited for this sentence, and immediately jumped up first.

Kong Jingxuan followed closely behind, and the two held wooden swords in one hand, surrounded Li Chonglou on the left and right.

In the next second, Kong Jingxuan and Yang Wupeng began to draw circles in the air.

Layer upon layer of circles superimposed together, turned into a terrifying vortex of sword energy.

For a moment, they squeezed towards Li Chonglou at the same time.

Old man Chen kept nodding his head. In his opinion, both of them had mastered the essence.

"Plausible, a waste of Zhang Zhenren's hard work"

Li Chonglou let out a long sigh in his heart, and stabbed straight with his sword.

He did not stick to the rules and draw circles, let alone follow the cats and tigers.

The essence of Tai Chi sword is not in this, but in the mind.

Li Chonglou's sword pierced Kong Jingxuan's circle in an instant, causing the opponent's eyes to widen in shock.

Then, he stabbed at random with his backhand, breaking Yang Wupeng's circle by surprise.

After the two moves, Li Chonglou finally started to use the Tai Chi sword he had comprehended.

One move is fast, one move is slow.

One move loose, one move tight.

Li Chonglou held the wooden sword and did whatever he wanted.

None of the tricks he used were the same as old man Chen's.

But the disciples and the old man in the audience were dumbfounded, as if they were stupefied.

Kong Jingxuan and Yang Wupeng were miserable, their bodies were like marionettes, completely out of their control.

Facing east for a while, heading west for a while, like a drunkard with a hangover, he keeps staggering from side to side.

No matter how they change their tactics, it will not help, but will make themselves more uncomfortable.

The sound of squeaks kept ringing, and the clothes on the two of them were constantly scratched, like skirts.

"I"

Yang Wupeng was going crazy, wishing he could tear Li Chonglou into pieces immediately.

As a man, he felt that somewhere in him was cool, obviously a little out of style.

But Li Chonglou didn't care about these at all, he was completely immersed in his own world.

He kept using his comprehension Tai Chi sword, and he was very addicted.

The air of heaven and earth is constantly drawn by him, and the wooden sword in his hand is like a compass.

[Transform the power of heaven and earth, super power point +10000]

Every time I make a move, I will get a reward of 10000, which feels very cool.