Chapter 14

"Little brother, don't be afraid. I won't use my inner strength, just sword techniques. Of course, you are allowed to use yours." The old man looked at Bu Zheng and said with a smile.

Bu Zheng was clearly someone who had not even successfully cultivated a single pulse. His meager inner strength could be ignored. Moreover, the old man was confident in his sword skills. Even if Bu Zheng had a cultivation level above one pulse, he could still suppress him with his sword skills.

The old man was very contemptuous of Bu Zheng, not even giving him a proper glance. He was still thinking about what his friend had said just now, feeling very comfortable.

"Old Liu, I heard your Qingyun Sword Technique has reached the Great Perfection stage. Congratulations!"

"Old Wang, you flatter me. It's nothing..."

"What do you mean it's nothing? The Qingyun Sword Technique is the top sword technique in the Seven Stars Kingdom, already a Four-star martial art. To cultivate a Four-star martial art to the Great Perfection stage is something few people in the Seven Stars Kingdom can achieve! I really want to see your world-class sword technique, but unfortunately, I've never had the chance..."

"There will be opportunities in the future. We can spar!"

"Let's skip the sparring. I would definitely lose. How about this: you go on stage and test the new recruits. Although you can't use the Qingyun Sword Technique, you can use ordinary sword techniques. This way, I can get my fix..."

"That's not a good idea..."

"It's fine!"

"..."

Now, Old Wang was watching from the side, so Old Liu had to perform perfectly this time. Otherwise, how could he face all those flattering words?

Here, Old Liu was indeed the person with the highest strength and the best sword skills. This recruitment was not just for this county; it was a small place. If the Qingyun Sword Sect had enough people, Old Liu wouldn't have come here.

Bu Zheng drew his sword, looking calm. This wasn't because he was confident in his sword skills; on the contrary, he had no confidence at all. He felt that he was bound to lose. This result was inevitable. How could he possibly defeat such a senior?

Losing was a certainty, but as long as he showed a certain level of sword skills, he believed they would agree to let him join the Qingyun Sword Sect as a miscellaneous disciple.

If he could win, that would be miraculous. Not only could he become a miscellaneous disciple, but he could even become a true disciple.

Winning at the age of fifteen against someone at Old Liu's level would make him a super genius. Although he couldn't compare to Ling Aoxue, even in a Xuan-level force, he would be a standout, let alone this lowest-level Huang-level force.

"You go first."

Old Liu looked at Bu Zheng, his hands behind his back, not drawing his sword, not even placing his hand on it. He wouldn't draw his sword; Bu Zheng wasn't worth it. Not just Bu Zheng, but any new recruit, even a famous young genius, wouldn't make him draw his sword.

This was his pride, and the pride of many like him!

This wasn't contempt or underestimation; it was complete disregard!

Since that's the case, just keep letting me go, preferably without drawing your sword.

Bu Zheng was straightforward, directly attacking with an iron sword. It looked like a simple strike, but it was one he was very proud of. After all, this was a test of his sword skills, and he had to show his best.

This strike wasn't as simple as it appeared. If studied carefully, it would be found to be very intricate, capable of both attack and defense, with countless variations.

However, there were few who could see the intricacy of this strike. In the room, only one person could, and that was Old Liu. Even he only realized the intricacy later. At this moment, he casually returned a finger sword technique.

Using his finger as a sword, Old Liu didn't plan to draw his sword, but this didn't mean he was letting Bu Zheng off. Bu Zheng didn't understand this at first and was very happy, changing his technique and striking Old Liu's finger.

"?! " Old Liu's expression changed slightly, seemingly surprised, but this expression only lasted a moment.

"Clang!"

Bu Zheng's sword struck Old Liu's finger, but it produced a metallic sound. Then the sword broke. Yes, it was Bu Zheng's sword that broke, not Old Liu's finger.

Old Liu had already reached the Fifth Pulse stage. Under normal circumstances, after the Third Pulse, martial artists begin to refine their flesh and blood, making their bodies increasingly tough. Under abnormal circumstances, it would be even earlier. Some who focus on physical cultivation start refining their flesh and blood from the beginning.

Therefore, after reaching a certain level of cultivation, ordinary people can't break through a martial artist's defense. Even if ten thousand people each took a swing, they wouldn't draw blood.

Of course, this was with ordinary weapons, like Bu Zheng's iron sword. Such ordinary weapons can't hurt someone at Old Liu's level, even if he doesn't use inner strength.

However, Old Liu had slightly used his inner strength just now, otherwise Bu Zheng's iron sword wouldn't have broken.

Old Liu felt very ashamed about this. He had said he wouldn't use his inner strength, but in the end, he did. What made him even more ashamed was that he was actually struck by this young man's sword.

On the surface, Bu Zheng's sword seemed to have collided with Old Liu's finger, but the problem was that Old Liu had intended to use his finger to avoid Bu Zheng's sword, suppress him, and move gracefully through the sword light.

However, just now, he couldn't avoid it and subconsciously used his strength to block. Reflecting on it, this young man's sword was very intricate, on par with the sword experts in the sect. If it was purely about sword techniques, it was just like that.

However, he had underestimated the opponent just now, which is why he was so easily successful!

Now, he wouldn't admit this. He wouldn't even admit that it was an accident. If he admitted it, he would be slapping his own face. Therefore, he only had to disqualify Bu Zheng in bad faith.

"Little brother, you need to work harder. You're not qualified to be an outer sect disciple. Next!" Old Liu said without a hint of embarrassment.

"Um, I know I'm not qualified. I came to be a miscellaneous disciple."

Old Liu's shameless behavior made Bu Zheng mistakenly believe that his sword skills were still far from adequate, leading him to incorrectly estimate his strength for a long time, thinking he was very weak.

Fortunately, he didn't give up on practicing sword techniques. Practicing sword techniques increased his physical strength, making him stronger and more agile.

As for the others, they couldn't see the level of Bu Zheng's sword skills and mistakenly believed he was a weakling with a combat strength of five.

Bu Zheng didn't care about any of this. Even if he found out later, he wouldn't think there was anything that needed to change. Losing was losing, whether it was in sword skills or not. If he didn't have the talent, he didn't have the talent, and it didn't matter. As long as he could be a small miscellaneous disciple, that was fine.