What happened next was no longer a battle between the two of them. Instead, Monkey Sun, Madam Feng, and Madam Han all wielded their swords at the same time. They aimed at the thickest old locust tree in the courtyard. Their swords stabbed into the tree with a 'thud thud thud' sound.
The only awkward thing was that they could shoot but couldn't take it back. Once the swords were released, they couldn't come back. They had to go and pull them out themselves, which greatly reduced the effect.
The last one was Second Brother Qi, who was also the most outstanding one in the whole competition. He didn't hit the tree, but released his sword into the air. After the sword flew out for a few feet, it could actually turn around in the air and come back by itself!
Of course, it couldn't return to its original position. Second Brother Qi had to hurry up and catch it.
He released his sword all the way, chased, caught, and released his sword again. He was very happy running in the wide field. This kind of skill made the other teenagers cheer loudly and excited.
Perhaps he was tired from running, or maybe he didn't have the strength to release his sword again. After releasing his sword five or six times, Second Brother Qi stood still, put his sword back at his elbow, stretched out his hand, and slightly raised his head. This posture had the demeanor of a master.
The atmosphere was very warm. The other boys looked at Second Brother Qi with admiration in their eyes. He himself also enjoyed all this.
"What do you think?"
Although it was Qi Er who asked, the eyes of the six people were filled with anticipation. They had already completely accepted Lou Xiaoyi, so naturally, they hoped that he would be able to hold these abilities in high esteem. This was the sharing of good things between good friends, a quality that only people of their age could possess.
Lou Xiaoyi curled his lips. "I've already treated you to wine, and you're only showing me this? Isn't it just throwing a sword? I can do it too! "
Lou Xiaoyi's insensitivity attracted a lot of scolding. Although they knew that this might be a joke, they were eager to be recognized, especially by a scholarly family.
Fatty Qian was still so impatient that he was the first one to jump out.
"Little Yi, how dare you look down on your brothers' skills! Throwing a sword? Come, come, come. Here's your sword. Throw it for me to see! "
Fatty Qian impulsively stuffed his short sword into Lou Xiaoyi's hand. How could a cultivator's sword be easily put in the hands of others? But Fatty Qian and his gang obviously didn't have such awareness.
Lou Xiaoyi weighed the short sword in his hand. Its shape was not much different from an ordinary sword, but there were some differences.
The biggest difference was on the sword stem.
The sword stem was commonly known as the sword hilt, which included the sword uppercut, sword clip, and sword case. Among the people, it was also known as the sword head, sword handle, and sword guard.
Among ordinary swords, the head of a sword was used to balance the center of gravity and feel the user's hand. It came in many shapes, from flat cylinders to special shapes and materials. Those were the decorations of rich and powerful families. There were dragon heads, tiger heads, cloud patterns, etc. In terms of materials, clams, gold, silver, tortoiseshell, etc.
The head of Fatty Qian's short sword was very inconspicuous. It was almost blended in with the hilt. If one didn't look carefully, one wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Obviously, it didn't have the function of balancing the body of the sword. There were a few wind patterns on the head of the sword, and two ancient characters were engraved: Heavenly Wind.
The hilt was very ordinary. There were no decorations, and it was very short. An ordinary person's palm couldn't hold it. It was only about the width of three fingers. At first glance, one could tell that it wasn't something to be held in the hand for battle.
The sword guard didn't exist at all. Originally, in an ordinary sword, the sword guard was a very important part. It was designed to prevent two swords from stabbing the hand holding the sword. In addition, it was also designed to prevent the hand holding the sword from slipping on the blade.
The body of the sword was no different from an ordinary sword. There was nothing special about the sword ridge, the sword edge, and the sword edge.
The whole sword was made of the same material. There was nothing added to it. In Lou Xiaoyi's eyes, it was just an ordinary miniature version of an iron sword. Of course, whether or not the iron sword was mixed with other rare materials was not something that he could tell at the moment.
Under the threat of his companions, Lou Xiaoyi, who had said big words and looked down on the abilities of the Mutants, was forced to a distance of three feet in front of the old locust tree. This was the maximum distance that the Mutants could reach with their flying swords. Second Brother Qi even asked Dafa to allow him to take another step forward. This was so that he could try to achieve the same effect by throwing a sword.
With everyone glaring at him, Lou Xiaoyi had no choice but to carry out his big words.
"Let's make it clear first. I have never practiced sword throwing. If I hit the tree, it'll be my win. You guys have to obediently study with me. If it doesn't work, I'll learn the sword throwing technique from you guys!"
Lou Xiaoyi found a way out for himself. Everyone glared at him.
"Throw it! Throw it! Shameless boasting. You'll have a good time later! "
Lou Xiaoyi got into position, his hand holding the hilt of the sword. He gathered his strength in a bow and then shook his hand. The sword spun and flew out … It didn't hit the thick old locust tree, but directly hit the wall behind the tree, creating a small hole and falling to the ground.
The fat on Fatty Qian's face trembled. Obviously, he was very distressed. The sword that he had spent so much effort to forge was thrown like a stone by this guy. He moved quickly and picked up the sword as soon as it fell to the ground. He looked at it carefully. Fortunately, it wasn't chipped. However, he hesitated. He didn't want to give his treasure to this wastrel anymore.
Qi Er shouted, "Give it to him. Again! Fatty, you're too stingy. Your Tianfeng and Tiezhu's Taihao Mutual Slash were fine. How can it be damaged by the mud wall? You don't have the bearing of a Mutant at all! "
If you have the bearing, why don't you throw the green scale to him? Fatty Qian felt miserable in his heart. He didn't dare to say anything. Several pairs of big eyes were staring at him. He could only blame himself for his impatience. Why was he the first one to jump out?
Lou Xiaoyi caught Tianfeng. He didn't take it seriously, as if he couldn't sense Fatty Qian's resentment. He glanced at it and threw it at the old locust tree again.
This time, it finally hit the big tree. The sword pierced through the tree and immediately bounced back. Other than a few leaves falling, there was no other effect.
"I don't like swords! Swords are lethal weapons. I'm a Confucian disciple … "
Fatty Qian immediately echoed, "That's right, that's right. There's no need to try, right? Us seven brothers. Six of us cultivate martial arts and one of us studies literature. That's just right. Why do we have to be the same? Just like that Great Pleasure Gambling House. Other than the hired thugs, there should be a bookkeeper, right? "
However, with Qi Er as the leader, they didn't agree. How could the pride of a cultivator be suppressed by a scholarly scholar!
Thus, there was a third time. This time, Lou Xiaoyi didn't fool around anymore. He ran up a few steps and subconsciously made a javelin throwing posture. Tianfeng was suddenly thrown. Its speed was even faster than a Mutant's. The sword was also stable. With a 'thud', it pierced the bark of the old locust tree.
This distance was the most stable time for an ordinary person like him. Even so, the seemingly sharp sword only pierced the bark. Because it couldn't bear the weight of the whole tree, it swayed a few times. In the end, it didn't stop and fell from the tree.
Lou Xiaoyi walked closer to take a look. With his throw, the sword only pierced an inch into the tree. With his current ability, it was probably the limit. Unless he practiced every day in the future.
Looking at the other sword marks on the tree, people like Fatty Qian and Madam Feng could drive their swords into three inches. The most powerful one, Qi Er, could penetrate more than five inches. To be able to do this on the hard old locust tree was really not something an ordinary person could imagine.
Lou Xiaoyi looked at them in a circle. "Little Yi is sincerely convinced! Second Brother, please pass down your secret technique and let me be proud! "
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