No. 22, Liubai Lane, Changlong Street.

Grandma Qian's big white goose, with clean feathers, was standing on the wall with a proud and indifferent expression.

Across the door, the wolfdog growled at it.

"What are these two little guys doing..." Luo Niang walked in gracefully. She was still wearing red today, but she changed into leather shorts.

"Huh? Mother-in-law, since when did you like to dance with swords and guns?"

She walked into the small courtyard and saw three weapons beside Granny Qian.

A thin sword only one finger wide, as soft as a whip.

A curved scimitar. The tip of the knife has a very large curvature, like an underhook, a sharp hook. It seems that you can cut off a human head by twisting it lightly on the neck.

There is another one, which looks like an ordinary axe.

"Monk, you must always have some weapons with you. The boy didn't have any weapons, so I just got a few."

"Oh" Luo Niang weighed it in her hand, and then said with a smile: "It's just that I heard that this kid has gone to Yunwu Mountain in Jinye Market to duel with a grandmaster. I remember that he has only consecrated the second realm. Since my mother-in-law

Everything is weighing on him, aren't you worried?"

Granny Qian snorted and tapped the ground with her crutch, then stood up and thumped her waist again.

"There's nothing to worry about. If he dies like this, it would be a shame for his bloodline."

"What bloodline?" Luo Niang's eyes lit up, as if she had heard some secret, and she stood in front of Granny Qian.

Grandma Qian ignored her and prepared to leave with her little feet.

"Old woman, you are too careful, why don't you tell me..."

Grandma Qian was silent.

Luo Niang curled her red lips, looked at the weapons on the ground, and said: "Judging from that boy's movements, I remember that he is practicing swordsmanship."

"Weapons, there's no harm in having more. As for swords, that kid hasn't even made it to the threshold."

"What is the threshold of kendo?" Luo Niang didn't understand this.

Granny Qian walked towards the house, it was time for her to make dinner.

"An old guy told me that swordsmanship is a law of the world, not in the green mountains or green waters, but in the heart."

"Why does this sentence sound familiar?" Luo Niang murmured to herself, suddenly seeming to remember something, her beautiful eyes smiled charmingly.

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There was a strong wind and rain, and the rain seemed to break through the rocks. Every time Master Man fell, the sound of his sword was crisper than the thunder.

"Won!"

"Then Qi Chen, how many top-quality psychic potions do you have? After using them all, he will definitely not be a match for Master Man."

Xue Zi laughed, a little calmly, and Master Man had already promised him that after this incident, he would help him become a monk.

"Brother Hu, this Master Man..." Xue Yuan was about to speak, but was directly interrupted by Hu Feng.

"I understand what you mean, you want to win over

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Master Man, to tell you the truth, your Xue family's property is not in his eyes yet." Hu Feng said, "Brother Xue, look at how many big shots have come today, even you can't get close to Yang Xin.

Pavilion, and these people are all here for Master Man."

"The Xue family simply cannot afford the resources needed for a grandmaster, so don't even think about this idea."

"Since Master Man has already said that he will help Xiaozi become a monk, let's stop there and never go any further unless the other party appreciates us."

Hu Feng had not said anything clearly yet, because he knew that Master Man had a ruthless personality and had killed many people, but he had never been discovered.

Naturally, he doesn't want his friends to be involved in it.

"Failed, this Master Qi will eventually be defeated..." someone murmured.

"But that's right. Master Man was the genius back then. If it hadn't been for his defeat in the past, I'm afraid he would have become a great master by now."

"Today's battle is the battle for his rise. Perhaps we can see him challenge the God of War in his lifetime."

"It's just a pity that this young monk has not yet entered the realm of Grandmaster, but he is definitely the first person under Grandmaster. Even I am not his opponent."

Many monks were comparing themselves in their minds, and in the end they could only shake their heads helplessly. Which family of monsters was this? Both their skills and their resources were extremely terrifying.

It's just that although they were feeling sorry, no one had the idea to help.

This kind of battle is fair and upright, and everyone present is a witness.

Unless your opponent holds back, you will die if you lose.

"How could it be defeated?"

Fang Zuyang frowned, and Mo Chuanchuan and others also looked incredulous. Because the cultivation level of Butler Lin and others was too low, they could not understand the specific situation. They only knew that Master Qi was at a disadvantage.

They are all from Licheng City and have seen Master Qi's calligraphy, so they will naturally prefer Master Qi.

How could such a talented person lose?

Butler Lin shook his head and said: "This is not necessarily true. Master Qi may only have high attainments in calligraphy, but it does not mean that he is powerful. And this Master Man, I heard, is a figure of the same generation as the God of War."

They raised their heads because the sky was getting darker and darker, making it difficult for ordinary people to see clearly.

"boom!"

There was another explosion, countless flying rocks scattered, and the ground roared. If this was in a city, most of the roads and buildings would be destroyed.

"Boy, shut up!" Master Man looked at the mysterious man covered in bruises with a somewhat ugly look on his face.

It was not that he was worried that there was not enough spiritual energy in his body, but that the person in front of him had already drank four bottles of the best spiritual potion.

Master Man was extremely distressed.

When a gust of wind comes, the gravel rolls like beans falling on an iron plate, making a crackling sound.

Qi Chen had a determined expression and was silent for a moment. Under the anger of the other party,

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In his gaze, he took out the last bottle of psychic potion.

He knows his shortcomings and his strengths.

A year and a half!

He has a year and a half advantage over everyone.

Although Qi Chen's current cultivation is terrifying, in a year and a half, when the spiritual energy comes again, the population on the earth is so large, and the cultivation speed of those geniuses will probably explode.

He will naturally use this time to continuously improve his strength.

Now, he is also using Master Man's pressure to help him make a better breakthrough.

Qi Ling said: "Host, the only combat technique you can perform right now is the Forgetting Sword Technique, and the so-called sword technique is the law of the world. It is not in the green mountains or green water, but in the heart."

"In your heart?" Qi Chen touched his heart.

Forgetting Sword Jue is a sword technique based on calligraphy. Calligraphy pays attention to artistic conception, which is a kind of spirit. So the foundation of Forgetting Sword Jue is just a kind of artistic conception.

Qi Chen shook his body, and his body was torn apart by the power of the psychic potion. His meridians were stretched, and every step he took was extremely painful.

But Qi Chen likes this sense of solidity.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood and picked up a stick from the ground.

Master Man was extremely angry and laughed back, but did not make a sound. Between heaven and earth, the soft sound of wind blowing through the mountains and forests, and the joyful sound of rain passing through the grass pavilion were intertwined with each other.

Neither of them made a move first.

The silence was very long, or maybe very short. When the Ye'an River rolled up into a big wave, Qi Chen smiled and said, "Master Man, you don't have to feel bad. That was the last bottle just now."

Master Man said calmly: "Looking at your appearance, I thought I could still go on alive."

Qi Chen flicked the wooden branch, and the wooden branch vibrated slightly, like the sound of a sword.

His body leaned forward slightly, with his weight on his toes, which rubbed the ground again, emitting wisps of white smoke.

"It's not that I think it is, it's definitely."

The rain has been falling, falling along the cracks of the thatched pavilion and falling inside. The thatched pavilion has been in disrepair for many years, like a pale and weak old man, in tatters.

At this moment, Master Man took action. In fact, he had never underestimated this opponent, especially since the opponent had been able to persist until now.

If it were just a difference in the amount of spiritual energy, it would be absolutely impossible.

He was actually horrified, because in this person, he saw the shadow of the military god back then.

This knife lit up the dark night.

Qi Chen raised his eyelids, and then took action at the same time.

The wooden branches wetted by the rain suddenly sparkled across the dark air.

It moves the air and the broken stones on the ground.

Qi Chen shouted in a low voice, one foot forward and one foot backward, his body like a hunting leopard.

However, the fangs are weapons in the hand.

The two collided, and in an instant, there was only one sound left in the entire Yunwu Mountain.

"Woo——"
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