It was that wonderful feeling again, countless experiences with sword moves were stuffed into his body like data transmission.
In terms of martial arts, the progress of Hui Feng Luo Yan Sword has also changed from preliminary to minor.
The Xiaocheng-level Huifeng Luoyan Sword can knock down seven geese with one sword. This achievement is one step higher than Liu Zhengfeng, but slightly less than half a point than Mr. Mo Da. When it reaches Dacheng, it can knock down nine swords with one sword. If it is perfect, then
It’s not limited to falling geese, but falling people!
Zheng Xie felt that his sword skills had increased, and he felt heroic in his heart. He poured another bowl of wine and drank it. Now if he fights Tian Boguang again, even if he cannot kill him, he will not lose easily.
Linghu Chong drank a bowl of wine, his energy and blood became active, and some blood returned to his face, he said: "Brother Zheng is using the Hui Feng Luo Yan Sword, the secret skill of the Hengshan School?"
"Exactly." Zheng Xie said.
"It turns out he is a fellow disciple of the Hengshan Sect. Linghu Chong is rude." Linghu Chong said.
As soon as Zheng Xie's thoughts changed, he already thought of an excuse and said: "Brother Linghu, you are too polite. I am not a disciple of the Hengshan sect. The swordsmanship I learned was taught by a senior who was not a disciple of the Hengshan sect. I did not become a disciple of the Hengshan sect.
"
When it came to martial arts inheritance, Linghu Chong was not in a position to ask any more questions. He raised his bowl and said, "Please." After saying that, he raised his head and saw that the bottom of the bowl of wine had reached its bottom again.
Just then, footsteps sounded on the stairs, and two men wearing green Taoist priest-like robes came up the stairs, looking left and right at their table.
Linghu Chong suddenly smiled and said: "Brother Zheng, Junior Sister, do you know what Kung Fu the Qingcheng Sect is best at?"
Zheng Xie looked at these two people, thinking that they were the supporting actors of the Qingcheng Police Department.
Linghu Chong is good at everything, but he is a bit wicked. He only has half a tube of blood left, and he uses taunting skills randomly. But then again, even if Linghu Chong doesn't accept hatred, these two people from the Qingcheng faction probably can't.
Let him go.
It just so happened that Zheng Xie was not interested in the Qingcheng sect either, so he said, "I have never heard of it, so I have to ask Brother Linghu for advice."
"Brother Zheng doesn't know something. The Qingcheng School's best skill is called the Flying Goose Style with the Butt Back Flat on the Sand!" Linghu Chong said seriously.
The shorter one slapped the table and shouted: "That's nonsense, what is the butt-back-flat-sand-falling-goose pose? I've never heard of it!"
"This is the special skill of your sect. How could you not know it? Turn around and I will show you." Linghu Chong said with a smile.
The two men from the Qingcheng faction were furious, cursed a few Sichuan-style slurs, and then punched Linghu Chong.
Zheng Xie swung his sword horizontally, slapped his fist away, and said with a smile: "You two, bullying the disabled is not your skill."
"choke!"
Two people from the Qingcheng faction drew out their long swords and shouted: "You son of a bitch are meddling in your own business, I will teach you a lesson first."
As he spoke, one of them thrust his sword towards Zheng She.
Zheng Xie sat still and waved his right hand lightly, and a sword light flashed past, so fast that no one had time to blink.
The man's long sword clattered to the ground, his left hand covered his right wrist, and blood overflowed from between his fingers.
Zheng Xie was not ready to kill yet, so he just stabbed his wrist with his sword. The two Qingcheng faction could only be regarded as third-rate masters in the world, but Zheng Xie could compete with the swords of first-rate masters at this time.
It's easy to deal with them, they can be killed instantly with one sword.
The faces of the two people changed, and the injured man shouted: "It hurts my hand, let's go." After saying that, the two people went downstairs in panic.
Linghu Chong laughed heartily and shouted to the two of them: "Why don't you do your famous trick of flattening the sand with your butt backwards and falling into the wild goose pose?"
The two Qingcheng faction paid no attention and just hurriedly left.
"Brother Zheng, are you here to participate in Uncle Liu's golden basin hand-washing ceremony?" Linghu Chong drank another bowl of wine and said.
"No." Zheng Xie shook his head. The Golden Pen Washing Hands Tournament was too dangerous, and the martial arts he drew was the most famous Hui Feng Luo Yan Sword of the Hengshan School. It would be too troublesome to participate in it. However, he still warned, saying
: "Brother Linghu also needs to be careful. I'm afraid this Golden Bowl Washing Ceremony won't go well."
"How do you say that?" Linghu Chong asked curiously.
Zheng Xie whispered: "I saw a few good players in the city. Their kung fu skills are similar to those of the Songshan sect, but their whereabouts are mysterious. They don't look like people who are here to congratulate me."
Linghu Chong said with hesitation on his face: "The Five Mountains Sword Sect has the same Qi and branches. Brother Zheng must have seen it wrong."
Yilin also proclaimed the Buddha's name and said: "Maybe the brothers and sisters of the Songshan Sect have other things to do."
Zheng Xie said: "Perhaps, Brother Linghu and Little Master Yilin can't go wrong anyway by being careful." Seeing that the two of them didn't get along, he didn't mention it further.
After sitting for a while, Linghu Chong said: "Junior sister Yilin, you haven't returned home all night. The uncles of your sect should be worried. I will take you back."
In Linghu Chong's heart, the Songshan sect is still a good person.
"But Brother Linghu, your injury..." Yilin looked worried.
"It doesn't matter, your sect's Tianxiang Intermittent Glue can regenerate human flesh and white bones. If I, Linghu Chong, die, wouldn't it bring shame to your sect?" Linghu Chong stood up with force, his body swayed a few times, and he was a little exhausted after the continuous battle.
, coupled with excessive blood loss, he looked very weak.
Yilin hurriedly supported him, intending to let him rest before leaving, but she was worried about everyone in the master's sect, so it was difficult to speak.
"Brother Zheng, farewell!" Linghu Chong said.
"You two, please!" Zheng Xie raised his hand.
After Linghu Chong and Yilin left, Zheng She asked the store to bring meat and had a big meal. He could only eat wonton buns before because he was short of money and had no skills. If he spent all the three taels of silver, he might have no choice but to join
A gang of beggars.
After drinking and eating, Zheng She left and returned to Yanlou.
"It's a pity that my skills are too poor to influence Liu Zhengfeng's extermination." That evening, Zheng She was sighing in the guest room when he heard someone knocking on the door.
The waiter's voice sounded outside the door: "Sir, there are two girls downstairs looking for you."
"I know." Zheng Xie returned, secretly wondering that he had only been in this world for two days and didn't know any girls at all.
Thinking in his mind, he put on his robe and walked out of the guest room. Before he could go downstairs, he heard the sound of two women talking.
One of the women's voice was soft and pleasant: "Sister, who are you here to see?"
The other woman was younger and had a clear and melodious voice. She said, "Sister Liu, you don't need to ask any more questions. You will know later."
Sister Liu said: "Fei Fei, what kind of trick are you playing again? Humph, you lied to me, do you think my sister can't see it?"
Fei Fei said with a smile: "How could Sister Liu see that?"
Sister Liu said: "You are the most eccentric girl. As soon as you rolled your eyes, I knew you were lying again."
Feifei said: "I really didn't lie to you this time, I really came to find someone."
Hearing the voices of the two girls downstairs, Zheng She's heart moved and he had some vague guesses, but he couldn't imagine why these two girls came to him.
There are two girls, one older and one younger. The elder is seventeen or eighteen years old. She is wearing a goose-yellow velvet sweater and looks gentle and charming. The other is younger, about fourteen or fifteen years old, and is wearing a green skirt. She is smart, cute and lovable.
