Martial Arts Crossover: Zhao Min, your sidekick is really something else.

The more he thought about it, the more unreliable he felt about the system he was bound to; it was probably a half-finished product, or even a defective one.

But since the rewards have already been given, there's no way to return the goods.

Although Xiao Yaoqing was unhappy, he still looked at the raised right middle finger and casually waved his hand forward.

A cool sensation, like a stream of water, shot out from my wrist along my middle finger.

An invisible sword aura instantly took shape.

It was clearly just a wisp of energy, yet it carried a chilling sharpness.

next second.

The sword energy crashed directly into the solid wood round table in the room.

"bass--!"

A crisp, light sound.

Then came "Ping".

The sound was the impact of the sword energy striking the ground.

Xiao Yaoqing could see clearly that a hair-thin crack suddenly appeared where the gas touched the ground.

There was no seam before.

Before he could even roll out of bed to take a closer look, "click—snap."

It exploded with a crisp sound.

The solid wood round table in front of me was broken cleanly in the middle, with the two halves falling to the ground with a dull thud.

Xiao Yaoqing looked down at the cut, which was as smooth as a mirror, without a single burr, as if it had been cut with a laser.

"hiss……"

He clicked his tongue and stared at the mess on the ground.

Although the system only threw one move at me, the Six Meridians Divine Sword, is really not bad. It is the secret weapon of the Dali Duan family back then, and its reputation is well-deserved.

But Xiao Yaoqing's face twisted, his expression revealing utter speechlessness:

"I do have a sword in my hand, and I can even generate sword energy, but the problem is I have absolutely no idea how to wield a sword!"

A thought immediately popped into his head: Why not just throw away this sword that the system gave him when he transmigrated?

Anyway, from the time he got it until now, he has never taken it out to look at it even once.

But then I thought, I don't know if it's youthful impetuosity or the stubbornness in my bones that's come up:

"No way! I absolutely have to learn a sword technique! Otherwise, that damn system will laugh at me!"

Thinking this way, Xiao Yaoqing perked up.

That said, he had kept this sword on his waist ever since he transmigrated here.

The system never mentioned anything about the sword's origins, and Xiao Yaoqing always thought it was just an ordinary item.

In this world, the most precious sword is the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

What he's holding looks like a piece of metal bought from a roadside stall.

Given the system's tendency to fail, it probably just forgot about it altogether.

But thinking about it, it's not bad. The sword energy of the Six Meridians Divine Sword is so cool.

If someone ever asks him if he knows swordsmanship, he can simply raise his hand and shoot out a sword aura.

Hey, doesn't that make everything clear?

Anyway, the Six Meridians Divine Sword technique has long been lost in this era, and no one recognizes it.

Xiao Yao washed his face, ate breakfast, and strolled towards the martial arts training ground of Green Willow Manor.

When he arrived, everyone was already there, and they were just waiting for him.

Zhao Min stood on the arena, looked up at him, and spoke as casually as if she were talking about the weather:

"Xiao Yaoqing, everyone's waiting for you. Why are you so late today?"

Logically speaking, given Zhao Min's personality, she would inevitably lash out in such a situation.

But now, when she asks this question, she just casually asks, "Have you eaten?"

Almost there, his face was completely lifeless.

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Zhao Min was shy, and when she heard Xiao Yaoqing say that she had stayed up too late last night, her ears turned red.

She knew in her heart that this person's staying up late was inextricably linked to her.

Strangely, she herself stayed up very late, but woke up before dawn in the morning.

No one noticed that the two elders of Xuanming were looking up at the sky and down at the ground.

That posture clearly indicated they were going to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Ku Toutuo and Yuchi Feng exchanged a glance, their faces full of question marks, completely baffled as to what the two old men were doing.

Zhao Min didn't speak to Xiao Yaoqing again, but turned around and cupped her hands in greeting to the experts on the field:

"Today, I sincerely seek your guidance. I humbly request that you, my esteemed masters, generously impart your knowledge so that I may broaden my horizons."

That sounds...so familiar?

Didn't I say that a few days ago?

Zhao Min turned her head and gave Xiao Yaoqing a smile:

"Master Xiao..."

Ha, now you know to call someone a master?

"Master Xiao has been staying with me for some time, but I have never seen you draw your sword."

Xiao Yaoqing's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, this girl probably wants him to show off his sword skills in public?

He has absolutely no swordsmanship skills!

If you really ask him to draw his sword, it would only be to cover up his embarrassment.

Zhao Min's voice continued:

"From what I've observed over the past few days, Master Ku is using an exquisite and unparalleled sword technique."

"Would the two masters be willing to have a friendly spar, so I could learn something from them?"

have to.

So that's what this girl was planning.

The Bitter Monk had long been intrigued by Xiao Yaoqing's sword, which was never drawn.

Xiao Yaoqing harbors too many secrets, and he can effortlessly master the skills of various schools and sects.

But he had never seen that sword before.

Even when he used ultimate techniques like the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and the Xuanming Divine Palm, his sword remained obediently in its sheath.

The ascetic kept muttering to himself:

"Could this kid's swordsmanship be even more unpredictable than the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?"

"Then I'd much rather see what they have to offer!"

Bitter Monk clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhao Min, then flipped over and leaped onto the arena.

Standing on the high ground, he looked down at Xiao Yaoqing below the stage, bowed and clasped his hands, waiting patiently.

Xiao Yaoqing stood there, filled with deep regret.

I should have thrown that broken sword away just now!

Below the arena, the two elders of Xuanming stared at him intently, their eyes like two knives. On the stage, the Bitter Monk looked serious, his sword poised to be drawn at any moment.

Xiao Yaoqing had no choice but to bite the bullet and step onto the stage.

He had just stood still when Zhao Min suddenly added from below, "Masters, please refrain from using any other martial arts techniques; only swordsmanship is permitted. This way, I can see things more clearly."

Xiao Yaoqing turned his head and glanced at her sideways.

Zhao Min was taken aback by his gaze: "What does that look mean?"

Xiao Yaoqing cursed inwardly: You bastard, are you trying to kill me?

Only swords? You know perfectly well I don't know how to use them at all, you're clearly just trying to embarrass me in public.

Across from him, the ascetic monk had already clasped his hands in a martial arts salute, muttering "Aba aba."

He gestured twice, indicating that he was ready and could make a move at any time.

Xiao Yaoqing, however, had no idea what to expect.

He stared at the ascetic monk, his mind racing: Dude, can you give me a decent drop rate today? Please, just give me a sword technique!

After thinking it over, he put on a smile, walked towards the ascetic monk, and extended his right hand.

The monk was taken aback, but then he understood—it was the custom of shaking hands, the old etiquette of Xiao Yaoqing's side.

Without hesitation, he reached out and gently shook hands in return.

[Ding! Host has successfully copied the top-tier movement technique: Free and Easy Steps!]

"Tsk..."

Fan Yao was completely exasperated, feeling like a million ants were crawling inside her: Here we go again! Xiao Yaoqing has that disgusted look on her face again! What did I do wrong?

Xiao Yaoqing was indeed unhappy.

He'd reached this crucial moment, and still hadn't copied the sword technique. He now seriously suspected that the system was deliberately making things difficult for him.

But he could only make one copy a day. He couldn't very well go and discuss with Zhao Min: "How about I try to make another copy of the Bitter Monk's sword tomorrow, and we can compete again once I have mastered the sword technique?"

Isn't that nonsense?

Actually, touching Zhao Min isn't entirely out of the question. Although her martial arts skills are lacking, she has certainly practiced swordsmanship properly.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yaoqing suddenly remembered something—

Zhao Min held his hand yesterday, but nothing was copied.

The system made it very clear at the time: the martial arts were too low-level, and they were too lazy to copy them.

Good heavens, Xiao Yaoqing's expression instantly became subtle: Just how many shady things are you hiding on Zhao Min?

But now is not the time to ponder Zhao Min.

The biggest problem right now is this ascetic monk on the stage.

Xiao Yaoqing had an idea: "How about I give him the middle finger and see?"

Thinking about it, it's kind of funny—the ascetic monk certainly wouldn't understand the meaning of that gesture.

But the gestures he was going to use were not ordinary ones at all.

Although he doesn't know the sword techniques, he can still use the sword energy from the Six Meridians Divine Sword that the system just gave him.

"Okay, let's do it this way!"

Xiao Yaoqing immediately figured out how to deal with this little trouble.

He switched his sword to his right hand and gripped it tightly with one hand.

Why do we have to use our right hand?

Because the move "Chongchong Sword" in the Six Meridians Divine Sword technique relies on the right middle finger, it cannot be used with the left hand.

Holding the sword was actually for cover.

When others see it, they will only think that the sword energy is shooting out from the sword, and they will never guess that it is his fingers that are causing the trouble.

The ascetic opposite him stared at Xiao Yaoqing's movements and drew his longsword with a clang.

His gaze became unusually serious.

I always felt that Xiao Yaoqing's sword, which was never drawn, exuded an indescribable danger.

Fan Yao stared intently at Xiao Yaoqing, waiting for him to draw his sword.

But Xiao Yaoqing remained completely still.

The people below the stage all looked on with curiosity.

Zhao Min spoke first: "Master Xiao, let's get the sword. Don't keep Master Ku waiting."

Draw your sword?

Before I learn swordsmanship, I shouldn't even think about drawing my sword.

Xiao Yaoqing slowly shook his head and said to the Bitter Monk, "Master Bitter Monk, my sword has a rule—it won't be sheathed until blood is drawn, so you should make the first move."

Xiao Yaoqing himself couldn't remember where those words came from.

Anyway, he had seen similar lines several times, so he decided to use them today.

He simply repeated the same sentence verbatim.

But the people around him heard it and felt it was completely different.

Not only the Bitter Monk who was about to fight him, but even the Xuanming Elders and Yuchi Feng showed a hint of surprise in their eyes.

They all felt that Xiao Yaoqing was definitely not bragging.

Zhao Min's gaze towards Xiao Yaoqing changed, and she wondered to herself, "Is Xiao Yaoqing's swordsmanship really that amazing?"

Is Xiao Yaoqing's swordsmanship impressive?

Amazing my foot!

He had never learned swordsmanship.

But since others didn't know, the expression on the Bitter Monk's face became even more serious.

He gave Xiao Yaoqing a sword salute, then moved his feet and shot out, rushing straight at Xiao Yaoqing.

Xiao Yaoqing recognized it at a glance; this gait was the same carefree step that the system had just mentioned.

The combination of the ascetic's swordsmanship and this movement technique multiplied his power several times over.

He himself could dodge using half-baked Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique).

But Zhao Min said that only swords could be used.

Does that sword energy count as part of swordsmanship?

Without much hesitation, Xiao Yaoqing raised his longsword with his right hand, but his middle finger subtly curled up.