Invincible Teacher's
Chapter 64: The Sharpest Sword

“My sword has fought with me for many years and killed countless enemies. It should have its own room. However, since I have never parted with my sword, two rooms are enough for now.”

Lu Zhou looked calm, but he did not know in his heart whether to cry or laugh. He could not believe there was such a neurotic person in this world. However, to his surprise, he saw Little Yuan'er touching his chin while thinking. Then, he nodded in agreement and said, "I agree that you do indeed need two rooms."

"Please forgive me, my honored guest!" When the innkeeper saw that the Divine Court expert was not angry, his attitude became much friendlier and more courteous.

"Wait!" Lu Zhou said suddenly.

It made the man and the innkeeper pause for a moment, and they both turned to look at him, which seemed to be only a weak old man they could easily push to the ground.

"What's up, Old Master?" ask the inn owner.

“I want a classroom paradise.”

"But…"

Lu Zhou waved his hand and said, "Yuan'er."

As soon as his voice sounded, Little Yuan'er understood his movements. Waves of energy burst out from him at the next moment and revolved around them. Then, the energy, which was supposed to return to him, suddenly spread out in all directions like a ripple.

Everything in inn—tables, chairs, and even the one on the top floor—shakes simultaneously. If the energy wave was a little stronger, the inn might have collapsed to the ground.

"dwelling ... Divine Court?" The innkeeper trembled, and his heart was racing.

There seemed to be too many mighty figures visiting his inn today, thought the innkeeper. For a moment, he did not know what to say, and he only wanted to cry for offending an expert.

The man's eyes shone with a hint of surprise. "My brother respected experts when he was alive, and he aspired to become a Nascent God Tribulation cultivator," he said in a calm voice. “I respect what he respects. I will share a room with my brother. Innkeeper, give another room to this Old Master. ”

The innkeeper was overjoyed when he heard that. "Very good! Very good!" Then, he hurriedly ordered the servants to tidy up the rooms upstairs.

However, Lu Zhou shook his head and said, "That's not enough."

"What?"

"I want two rooms."

“It...This..not a problem at all..” The owner of the inn was almost in tears.

The reason Lu Zhou wanted two rooms was very simple. Although Little Yuan'er was a simple and innocent girl, she was almost sixteen years old and was no longer a child. It is not convenient for them to stay in the same room.

Lu Zhou slowly climbed the stairs while Little Yuan'er followed with a triumphant gaze. As he walked past the man, he glanced at the two swords in his hand.

"Pair Sword?"

The man was a little surprised and confused. "You have a pair of sharp eyes, Old Master!"

“One is long and carved with dragons, and the other is short and carved with phoenixes. The two of them are the highest earth-level weapons, barely touching the heaven-level .." Lu Zhou said as he stroked his beard.

“Because you know them, you have to be careful about the way you talk to me. If at any other time, I will definitely use it to teach lessons to those who insult them.” While keeping a straight face and watching over Little Yuan'er, he shook his head and said, “The sword has killed countless enemies and has been forged for decades, he said, which made him a heaven-grade weapon long ago. It's not an earth-class weapon like you just said. ”

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and did not refute, and the man continued, "In my opinion, there is no weapon in this world that is sharper than the Sword of the Couple."

Just then, Little Yuan'er said curiously from the side, "Are you the one who used those two swords yourself?"

The man shook his head. "I used a long sword and my brother used a short sword."

'Oh, so you and your brother are a couple...Well, how can a neurotic person like you reach the realm of the Divine Court?' Lu Zhou thought as he stroked his beard. Of course, he kept his face calm, so that no one knew his emotions.

"Switches sharp?" Lu Zhou asked doubtfully.

The man said nothing. Instead, he unsheathed the short sword, whose tip reflected a cold ray as soon as the sword came out of its scabbard. Then, while holding it horizontally with his right hand, he pulled out a hair from his head with his left hand and blew it lightly. The hair falls weightlessly to the edge and splits in half.

The man looked proud as he said, “As I said, there is no weapon in this world that is sharper than a Sword Couple. Do you have any other questions, Old Master? ”

Lu Zhou suddenly recalled his 'No Name' weapon and thought that he should give it a try. It was rare to have a heaven-level weapon ready for him to try out his weapon. If it was destroyed, it meant that Unnamed was just a piece of trash, and he would not feel sorry for throwing it away.

Thinking of that, Lu Zhou slowly raised his hand. In the blink of an eye, he was already holding an extremely beautiful and small sword. He did not say a word, and just as he carried him towards the short sword, the man hurriedly said, "Don't do that, Old Master!"

"Why?"

"I know you have a good sword, and I will feel bad if it is destroyed" said the man.

“That's no problem.” As he said that, Lu Zhou slashed the man's short sword with Unnamed.

The sharp metallic sound on the metal sound rang and sparks flew in all directions. Lu Zhou looked at Unnamed: It is not broken, nor is there a scratch. Then, he looked at the short sword from the Couple Swords and found that the sword was also intact.

That confused him. The result means that Unnamed has at least the same level as Couple Swords. The problem was why it could not damage the scrap scrap metal in the secret room. Could it be that it was more suitable to take the form of a shield, as it could transform into any type of weapon?

Meanwhile, the man looked at Unnamed in surprise and said, "I can't believe there are weapons in this world that can withstand the sharpness of Couple Swords!"

Little Yuan'er muttered, “That's because you don't know anything. Do you believe that my Grandfather can break your raw weapon in two with just bare hands?

For some reason, the scene that Lu Zhou had seen in his previous life appeared in his mind. It was a video clip of two girls showing off their older brother to each other, comparing older brother who is better at eating shit. He discovered that Little Yuan'er was showing signs of descending on the same route, so he quickly denounced her, "Silent!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the heaven-defying classroom on the other side. Looking at his back, the man said lightly, "My name is Zhuo Ping ... I hope I can see you again, Old Master."

It sounded quite strange, but Lu Zhou ignored him and walked into his room.

With the Couple Sword in his hand, Zhuo Ping went to his own room. As soon as he entered, he put down his sword, and that was when he heard a clear cracking sound. Confused, he pulled the short sword from its sheath.

To his horror, he saw a clean incision in the middle of his blade, which split the sword in half like a piece of tofu!

"How is this possible?" He was shocked, and his heart hurt. He had taken the sword as his life, yet it had been destroyed now! "Is this the old man's job?"

A swordsman values his sword above all else. When his beloved sword was destroyed, he would do anything to avenge it!

Zhuo Ping stood up furiously as he picked up the longer sword and opened the door, walking out with great fury.

He had just reached the first corner when a blue-robed man blocked his path. The man smiled with his hands crossed on his chest, and his aura was ordinary. There was nothing strange about him at all.

"Please let me through!" Zhuo Ping said while frowning.

The blue-robed man continued to smile as he said, "Sorry."

“Make the way!”

Not long after Zhuo Ping said that, the man raised his right hand, unsheathed the sword from his back, swung it as fast as lightning, and put it back into its sheath. The movements were natural, smooth, and finished in the blink of an eye. It was as if he had practiced over tens of thousands of times.

After which, he walked towards the heaven-defying classroom without looking back.

Zhuo Ping was holding his long sword with a shocked expression on his face. He stood there, motionless, as if he had turned into stone.

A moment later, the long sword cracked and broke, falling to the ground.

Plash!

Then, Zhuo Ping also fell to the ground, with blood flowing from his neck.

Inside the room, the blue-robed swordswoman sat expressionlessly beside the table. With a smile on his face, he said to himself, "Where are you ... Mister?"