Fatty and Zhu Congwen fought for more than 30 rounds in the Zhu family's martial arts arena. Fatty used a turtle shell defense to hold Zhu Congwen back. Zhu Congwen, who felt that he had no chance of winning, had no choice but to use the Guiyi Sword Technique. Fatty was still defending.

Seeing Zhu Congwen use the Guiyi Sword Technique, he immediately switched from defense to attack. The sledgehammer was dancing like a tiger, and the audience was filled with exclamations. This fat man's martial arts was indeed very powerful.

Zhu Congwu, who was standing under the stands, was stunned. He couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his head, thinking that it turned out that the fat man's previous attempt to grab the knife with his bare hands was nothing. If he was swung by such a sledgehammer, he would be like a

The situation on the field also took a turn for the worse. Fatty's sledgehammer was so powerful that Zhu Congwen did not dare to let his knife touch the edge of the hammer, for fear that the steel knife would be knocked by the sledgehammer.

Flying.

On the martial arts field, Zhu Congwen relied on his flexible footwork to dodge left and right, taking time to make a move at the fat man. In this way, the Guiyi sword technique, which was originally powerful and powerful, was actually forced by the fat man to be unable to use it, so he could only

After a while, Zhu Congwen was breaking out in a cold sweat as he moved around the fat man. It was so easy to lose ten times with one effort. What's more, this fat man, who is famous for his brute strength, also has deeper internal energy than him?

Seeing that his son was in a bad situation, Zhu Jiafu couldn't sit still in the stands. The iron bladder in his left hand turned rapidly, making a disturbing sound. He stroked his beard with his right hand. He almost pulled off his beard when he was nervous. It hurt.

He quickly rubbed his chin. The fat man used the ground-breaking hammering technique, and the silver light shone on the sledgehammer, hammering Zhu Congwen from the center of the martial arts arena to the side. If he was hammered into the martial arts arena, Zhu Congwen would lose.

Zhu Congwen gritted his teeth and decided not to take a step back, but to fight Fatty. Otherwise, people in the world would talk about Zhu's eldest son losing to Fatty Jiang. He really couldn't afford to lose this man, and he would rather die than lose. Zhu Congwen felt sad in his heart.

, he lifted up all the energy in his Dantian and condensed it on the steel knife. Suddenly, green light spread across the steel knife. Zhu Congwen jumped up more than three feet from the ground, picked up the steel knife with both hands and struck it down hard on the head!

Zhu Congwen, who was so angry that he wanted to fight the fat man, jumped into the air. The steel knife in his hand drew a blue arc in the air. The sword was extremely domineering and struck at the fat man. The sound of the knife was howling, and Zhu Congwen was in ecstasy in the air. He struck out

The most exquisite and domineering sword strike I have ever seen in my life since I started practicing swordsmanship. The fat man who was chasing Zhu Congwen raised his head and looked up, feeling overjoyed in his heart. If he wanted to do it, he would have to fight a master. This sword was worthy of fighting against the fat man!

Zhu Jiafu in the stands stood up nervously, and the fat man in the martial arts field yelled, "Good sword skills!" He swung the sledgehammer in his hand upwards vigorously, and the swords faced the hammers. The two sides fought with each other.

After a head-on collision, Zhu Congwen heard a loud noise in his ears, and the jaws of Zhu Congwen's hands were shattered. The steel knife almost fell out of his hands, and he had to hold on forcefully to avoid making a fool of himself. The fat man took the knife forcefully, and was shocked and took two steps back.

Zhu Congwen fell to the ground, staggered, and used his knife to stand up. The fat man laughed, put the hammers on his shoulders, and said carelessly: "Young Master Zhu is indeed very skilled in martial arts. You and I have fought for 300 rounds, and we just fought

It’s a tie, the Zhu family’s Guiyi sword skills are powerful, and Young Master Zhu is indeed a good opponent, Fatty, I admire you deeply!”

Zhu Congwen withdrew the knife and blushed. In fact, after fighting this move, he was much more embarrassed than the fat man. The fat man took the blow and still had enough energy to attack. If the fat man had taken advantage of the situation and attacked again, he would not have been able to attack again.

He had no strength to resist. The fat man said this, obviously to save face for him and the Zhu family behind him.

Zhu Congwen sighed, sheathed the steel sword and carried it behind his back. He gently moved his hands that were cracked by the fat man's hammer, and forced a smile, "Brother Jiang is joking. Brother Jiang is not only strong in martial arts, but also has martial ethics."

Gao Shang is worthy of being a rising star in the martial arts world! He saved enough face for Brother Yu during the competition, and Brother Yu is really ashamed!"

The fat man chuckled and said: "It's a tie, it's a tie! Everyone, if I can tie with Young Master Zhu of the Zhu family in Shangluo, I can show my face, Fat Master!" As they spoke, the two left the martial arts arena and went to the stands.

Then everyone applauded together.

Ximen Yushuang smiled and said: "What a wonderful battle! Fatty, you have been obviously good at martial arts recently, and I didn't expect that the eldest son of the Zhu family's sword skills are so fierce and fierce. It turns out that when you meet an opponent in chess, you will meet a good talent! Wait until my husband comes.

I will definitely tell him, and he will be very happy!"

Zhu Congwen looked at the silent Shui Ruyue, with a strange look on his face. Zhu Congwu didn't know what was wrong, so he came over to congratulate his brother on the draw with the fat man. Zhu Congwen gave his brother a harsh words, lowered his head and said nothing. Zhu Jiafu saw that his son's face was not straight.

, hurriedly said: "Everyone, since the martial arts competition is over, please come and sit in the living room!"

Zhu Jiafu led everyone towards the living room. As he walked, he praised Fatty Jiang, "Nephew Jiang, your martial arts are really strong! I admire you deeply! When I was at your age, I was a fourth-level martial artist.

Really, my nephew is indeed a martial arts genius that is rare to see in a hundred years!"

The fat man shook his head, "Fat Master, what is my martial arts? My brother, the Tang family, first entered the first level in a year, then fell to the eighth level, and now he has entered the first level again. That is truly a martial arts genius that is rare to see in a hundred years.

Oh! It’s this water girl next to me. I

My future sister-in-law is also entering the first-level martial arts realm for the first time! Which of these two people is not better than Fatty and me?"

Zhu Jiafu was startled, looked back at Shui Ruyue, and sighed for no reason. Maybe he felt that his son was not up to par? But then he thought again, if anyone can have talent, what else is talent called? His own.

Although the eldest son Zhu Congwen is not exceptionally gifted, he studies hard every day and is now in the third-level realm, right? If he trains hard for ten or twenty years, he may not be able to reach the first-level realm. Thinking about it this way, my heart

It's also wider.

Everyone returned to the living room. The maids came up to change the tea and brought some snacks. Everyone ate and discussed some skills with guns, sticks and knives. They had a great time. Zhu Jiafu ordered the kitchen to prepare wine and dinner. At this time, the sun had already set.

It was too far to the west. But Tang Jiusheng didn't come, and even the sparrowhawk Xiaoqing didn't come back. Shui Ruyue felt a little uneasy.

Zhu Congwen, the eldest son of the Zhu family, returned to his study on the pretext of going to the toilet. He took off the knife from his back, endured the pain and applied trauma medicine to the tiger's mouth of his palm. After moving for a while, his hand slowly recovered and he pulled out the steel knife.

Look, his face turned pale with shock. It turned out that the fat man had hammered the steel knife into pieces. At this time, the steel knife broke into pieces and fell to the ground. Only then did Zhu Congwen realize that the fat man was not only merciful, he was simply showing mercy.

Big love.

The steel knife in Zhu Congwen's hand is not a precious weapon. It is just made of fine steel. Of course, it will definitely be stronger than the ordinary iron knife. However, it is still quite difficult to deal with such precious swords as Minglong and Broken Moon.

The gap was huge. But the fat man hammered the steel knife into pieces without hurting his own organs. He had to have a high level of martial arts and a very measured grasp to do it.

Zhu Congwen sighed. This little fat man's martial arts and martial arts were both top-notch. He was a friend worth making. He just didn't know what kind of person Tang Jiusheng he mentioned was. If it was true as the fat man said, he was better than the little fat man.

The fat man's martial arts are still very high, which is truly astonishing.

Everyone in the living room started to have dinner. Tang Jiusheng still hadn't come to Zhujiazhuang, and Xiaoqing still hadn't come back. Shui Ruyue became a little worried. Seeing this, Ximen Yushuang comforted him: "Yueer, don't worry, with my husband's martial arts, he can fight

The one who can beat him must be at least in the top twenty in the world. Even if he can't defeat the enemy, he will be gone long ago. Who can do anything to him?"
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