Zhao Rong's swordplay was sometimes light and variable, sometimes simple and heavy, sometimes overbearing and piercing, sometimes like a sudden gust of wind and pouring rain, and sometimes soft on the outside but hard on the inside...
He walked past one stone wall after another, leaving a sword shadow behind each time.
Gradually...
The Huashan Sect's Great-Uncles and the three disciples also turned their attention to him.
In the depths of their eyes, there were figures leaping, sword lights flashing, and the flickering light of torches...
Linghu Chong and Yue Ling Shan both felt something beyond their comprehension.
Yue Ling Shan said, "It takes me two months to practice the 'Pines Welcoming Guests' move."
Linghu Chong recalled, "It took me one month to master it."
The two looked at Feng Qingyang, "Great Uncle, how did Brother Zhao do it?"
"He just sits cross-legged for a short time and can learn a set of swordsmanship?"
