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The family has a martial arts training ground, which is more than two hundred meters long and wide, which is quite large.
On weekdays, the children of the family would come to the martial arts training ground to practice. Firstly, the atmosphere was good, and secondly, they would be taught by the elders of the clan. At first, Chen Zong also came often, but he was often laughed at and even bullied, which seriously affected his training. He was also beaten by Chen Zhongjie.
I got injured several times and lost a lot of time, so I simply stopped coming and practiced on my own.
The weapons room is in the corner of the martial arts training ground, and there are more than a dozen family members practicing on the martial arts training ground.
"Look, isn't that Chen Zong?" People with sharp eyes exclaimed when they saw Chen Zong.
"That's right, it's him. Didn't he practice on his own? Why is he here again?"
"I guess I haven't made any progress in my practice, so I plan to come back to the martial arts field again."
"Does he think that Chen Zhongjie has forgotten him?"
"It's so pitiful. I heard that his energy pills were given to Chen Zhigang yesterday."
"I think this is the right thing to do. Brother Gang is the number one martial artist in the family. Not to mention comparing with Brother Gang, even if he is compared with us, Chen Zong is a loser. Giving him energy pills is a waste."
Ignoring the gazes and comments of more than a dozen family members, Chen Zong walked through the martial arts training ground and walked into the weapons room.
The weapons room is about ten meters long and wide, with wooden shelves placed on the four walls. There are many weapons on the shelves, including six types of swords, guns, swords, sticks, bows, arrows and daggers.
The person in charge of the weapons room was an old man. Perhaps he was old and tired easily. He was taking a nap. Chen Zong did not disturb him and walked directly to the weapons rack where the swords were placed.
There are more than a dozen swords on the rack, the longest is more than one meter and the shortest is less than half a meter. Chen Zongxian eliminated the longest and shortest, and the remaining five were of more suitable lengths.
Chen Zong picked it up and pulled it out one by one, waving it around and feeling it carefully.
People are different, and so are swords. The length, thickness, weight, and weight are all the best for you.
Finally, Chen Zong held a sword in each hand and carefully compared it. It seemed that the two swords were the same length and thickness, but there were some differences in weight. After comparing for a few minutes, Chen Zong put down the sword in his left hand and chose the sword in his right hand.
The sword body is gray and black, with some mottled marks. The handle is made of wood and is completely black. It is engraved with threads to prevent slipping. At first glance, you can tell that the sword is very ordinary and not worth a few jade coins. Think about it. Xiaohu Town Chen
The family is just a branch, limited in all aspects, and the weapons received for free are naturally not much better.
Chen Zong didn't care. On the contrary, he was a little excited. This was the first time he held a sword. For some reason, he felt familiar, as if he had held the sword for several years. He held the sword in his right hand and lightly brushed the sword with his left hand's fingers.
, the cold touch made Chen Zong shiver unconsciously.
The blade is 62 centimeters long, the hilt is 20 centimeters long, the blade connected to the sword is 3.5 centimeters wide and 1 centimeter thick, the tip is 2.5 centimeters wide and 0.6 centimeters thick, and the net weight without the sheath is 5 centimeters.
Eight ounces per catty.
He couldn't put it down, so he immediately sheathed the sword, woke up the old man from his nap, and after registering, he strode out of the weapons room with the sword in his left hand, and saw a dozen family members staring at him.
"Come out."
"I still have an iron sword in my hand."
"If you can't practice Tiger Force Boxing, do you plan to practice swordsmanship? But our family's foundation-building martial arts doesn't have swordsmanship."
"You're thinking too much. Even if the clan has Foundation-Building Sword Technique, the difficulty of practicing it is higher than that of Boxing Technique. If you can't even practice Boxing Technique, how can you practice Sword Technique? I think he plans to sell the Iron Sword for money, anyway.
You can also sell it for ten or twenty jade coins." One person said self-righteously. This kind of thing has not happened before.
"Hey, Chen Zong, remember to give me half of the money from selling the sword." Another person shouted to Chen Zong, then raised his fist and threatened: "Otherwise, you know the consequences."
Chen Zong frowned and was about to speak when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar black figure striding into the martial arts training ground.
"Chen Zhongjie..." He gritted his teeth, making a sound like a tiger roaring, and anger burned from the bottom of his heart.
After his father lost all his cultivation, and since he started practicing martial arts, Chen Zong has been bullied, mostly from Chen Zhongjie, because he is Chen Zhigang's lackey, and Chen Zhigang's father and Chen Zhengtang had conflicts.
"Chen Zong!" Chen Zhongjie also saw Chen Zong, with a surprised look on his face, and then sneered: "You little loser, it's been a long time, have you forgotten what I said."
Half a year ago, Chen Zhigang said that Chen Zong was affecting his practice in the martial arts training ground. The loser Chen Zhongjie immediately blocked Chen Zong and threatened him not to come to the martial arts training ground again from now on, otherwise he would beat him every time he saw him. Naturally, Chen Zong would not give in and was immediately beaten by Chen Zhongjie.
He was injured and had to rest for five or six days. He was unable to practice, which put a lot of burden on my father.
Chen Zhigang's father is the number one warrior in the family today. He is so domineering that even the clan leader does not look down on him. However, he is the strongest and has attracted a group of people. Chen Zhengtang, who has no cultivation, has nothing to do.
In order not to increase the burden on his father, and to be able to practice well, Chen Zong did not come to the martial arts training ground again. Now after hearing Chen Zhongjie's words, his anger was as high as a volcano about to erupt.
"Hey, you got the sword, what are you doing? You know you're useless, are you going to chop down trees with your good-for-nothing father?" Chen Zhongjie's eyes fell on Chen Zong's left hand and he laughed endlessly.
"Chen Zhongjie, take back what you said and apologize to me." The words 'trash' and 'waste' awakened Chen Zong's many bad memories, and his face darkened, word for word.
"My father is useless and my son is useless, am I wrong?" Chen Zhongjie laughed with contempt.
"You are looking for death!" Chen Zong roared with eyes that seemed to be blazing with rage, and he stepped forward like a tiger and rushed towards Chen Zhongjie.
Chen Zhongjie's hair stood on end. For a moment, he felt like a fierce tiger roaring in front of him. He shook his head to get rid of this absurd feeling. Chen Zhongjie's eyes flashed fiercely, his face was filled with a sinister smile, and he stepped forward like a vicious wolf targeting its prey.
, the body leans forward, the left hand is bent in front and held in a virtual claw, the thumb is facing the chin, the right hand is made into a fist and placed on the waist, the joints of the middle finger and index finger are particularly prominent, like fangs.
"It seems that Chen Zhongjie's Wolf Fang Boxing technique has improved again."
"Chen Zong is miserable. I don't know how many days he will have to lie in bed this time."
While everyone was gloating over the misfortune, Chen Zhongjie and Chen Zong approached.
"Wolf thrust!" With a low cry, Chen Zhongjie's speed seemed to be two points faster. When he approached Chen Zong, his right hand seemed to penetrate the air and hit Chen Zong's stomach fiercely, like the fangs of a wolf, without any trace.
Show mercy.
Chen Zong stared at Chen Zhongjie and saw Chen Zhongjie extremely clearly. His face was ferocious, his eyes were cold and stern, and his pupils were flashing fiercely. His raised left hand shook slightly, and his right fist penetrated the air like the fangs of a vicious wolf, with a clear trajectory.
"Tiger Charge Style!"
He clenched his right fist tightly and let out a low roar. He used the tiger force boxing technique at the peak of Dacheng's career, which was as powerful as breaking bamboo and the roar of the wind was astonishing.
Wolf Fang Fist and Tiger Force Fist belong to the same level of boxing. Lang Fang Fist focuses on speed and waiting for opportunities, while Tiger Fist focuses on strength and frontal crushing.
The two fists collided, and there was a cracking sound like broken bones. The ferocious smile on Chen Zhongjie's face turned into panic. Chen Zong's punch was as powerful as breaking a bamboo, defeating Chen Zhongjie's wolf attack, then drove straight in and hit his stomach hard.
There was a bang, like a drum beating, and the energy was overwhelming. Chen Zhongjie's martial arts uniform was shaking, and his stomach was caved in under the punch. The terrible force seemed to have shattered his internal organs. His back was arched, and his face was filled with fear.
, his eyes were wide and protruding, covered with red threads, his mouth was wide open, and his saliva was dripping.
Withdrawing his fist, Chen Zhongjie fell to his knees directly, holding his stomach tightly with both hands. His whole body was shaking due to the severe pain, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which was shockingly red.
That punch was very heavy and was the release of Chen Zong's anger. Chen Zhongjie had suffered internal injuries and would not be able to survive without seven or eight days of rest.
"Chen Zhongjie, remember this carefully. Next time you insult my father and insult me, you will be responsible for the consequences. Please convey my exact words to Chen Dalei and Chen Zhigang." Chen Zong stared at Chen Zhongjie coldly, said in a deep voice, turned around and walked away with a faster pace.
Firm, with a straighter back.
As a member of the Chen family, it was enough to injure Chen Zhongjie. He had no intention of killing anyone, otherwise he would be punished by the clan rules.
There was silence all around, everyone's eyes widened and their mouths widened, as if they were meeting Chen Zong for the first time. Their hearts were surging like huge waves, and they were inexplicably shocked.
When I walked out of the martial arts training ground, two people happened to be walking towards me.
"Brother Zong." One of them, Chen Yiming, ran to Chen Zong and asked, "Why are you here at the martial arts training ground?"
"Take the sword." Chen Zong gestured to the iron sword in his left hand and smiled.
"Brother Zong, do you want to practice swordsmanship instead? There is no swordsmanship or martial arts in our clan." Chen Yiming was puzzled.
"Just have fun." Chen Zong felt that what happened last night was very important, and his intuition told him that he could not let anyone else know except himself, so he smiled and said, Chen Yiming did not hold on, but stared at Chen Zong's face,
He wondered: "Brother Zong, why do I feel that you look a little different from yesterday?"
"Because my cultivation has reached the second level of Qi and Blood Realm." Chen Zong said with a smile.
"That's great." Chen Yiming was very excited, even happier than he was for his own breakthrough.
"Yiming, come here." A charming and cold voice came.
"Yuyao, long time no see." Chen Zong looked over and greeted with a smile.
Wearing a red tight-fitting military uniform, the figure is beautifully set off, especially the pair of straight, tight and round legs, which are even more slender under the moccasins, which is even more exciting.
Chen Yuyao, the daughter of the patriarch, is the same age as Chen Zong. She and Chen Yiming were usually Chen Zong's childhood playmates. However, after they started practicing martial arts, Chen Yiming still had a good relationship with Chen Zong as usual, while Chen Yuyao gradually alienated Chen Zong.
"Chen Zong, you are right to work hard, but you must also see the facts clearly. Uncle Zhengtang has lost his cultivation and his health is not as good as before. Are you going to let him just keep chopping trees and wood to support you who have accomplished nothing?" Chen Yuyao looked at it.
Tie Jian glanced at him and asked coldly: "For the sake of Uncle Zhengtang's contribution to the family, I can ask my father to arrange an easier job for you in the clan."
"Thank you for your kindness, no need." Chen Zong frowned slightly, feeling an indescribable discomfort in his heart. As a childhood sweetheart, it was impossible for him to say that he had no feelings for Chen Yuyao. Sometimes he would inevitably think of the girl with pigtails when he was a child.
Chen Yuyao shouted "Brother Zong" behind him, that was a very good memory.
But now this memory seems to have faded with Chen Yuyao's words.
People will always change, Chen Zong said to himself secretly.
"Whatever you want, but I still want to advise you, people must be self-aware. If you don't know your own capabilities, you will only suffer for your loved ones." Chen Yuyao frowned, very dissatisfied with Chen Zong's attitude, but held back and continued.
Said: "In addition, Yiming is very talented in martial arts. Don't look for him again in the future, so as not to affect him."
"Cousin, you don't have to worry about my affairs." Chen Yiming got angry and pulled Chen Zong: "Brother Zong, let's go and ignore him."
"Farewell." Chen Zong said to Chen Yuyao in a calm tone, and left together with Chen Yiming, leaving only Chen Yuyao with an unhappy face.