Jia Tao smiled and said: "Sister, don't talk so wildly, there are people outside the world, there is a sky outside the sky, the Jiuzhou continent is very big!"
"Brother, you are ranked 37th on the Hidden Dragon Ranking. You haven't made any moves in the past year. Your strength must have improved. Show your hands to these Sword Sect disciples!" Jia Qing hugged Jia Tao's arm and said coquettishly.
At this time, Butler Jia also walked over from the crowd: "What's going on? It's so lively!"
"Dad!" Jia Qing shouted obediently: "My brother is competing with Lu Chen from the Sword Sect!"
"Oh, Tao'er, don't be ridiculous! It's not peaceful in this wilderness at night, so it's better to avoid causing trouble!" The housekeeper tried to stop his son from competing with Lu Chen.
Jia Tao touched his nose and joked: "Dad, just use two moves, I won't hurt the opponent!" He can be listed on the Qianlong list, so he has full confidence. Lu Chen is just an unknown swordsman.
As a disciple of the sect, he naturally looks down upon him.
And here, Murong Ziyun, Teng Qinglei and Han Wenqing saw the movement and came over together.
"Lu Chen, what's going on?" Murong Ziyun held up his sword and looked at the crowd of spectators in confusion.
Lu Chen said calmly: "This girl named Jia Qing wants me to compete with his elder brother. I heard he is a genius on the Qianlong List!"
"Ranked thirty-seven on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, my brother is the proud disciple of the leader of the Wuji Fist Sect. If you compete with my brother, you must be careful and don't get beaten to death with one punch." Jia Qing has always thought highly of himself.
Don't take these Sword Sect disciples seriously!
Murong Ziyun and Teng Qinglei looked at each other and smiled. They were both ranked on the Hidden Dragon List, ranked 21st and 24th respectively. They had never shown off like this, and they were so proud to be ranked 37th on the Hidden Dragon List.
, are you thinking too highly of yourself?
"Wuji Fist Sect? What sect is that?" Lu Chen was a little confused when he heard this. He had never heard of the existence of such a sect in Qingzhou for so many years.
Han Wenqing explained: "It is a second-rate sect in Yangzhou, similar in power to the Qingyi Sect. This sect is extremely good at boxing, and its disciples are all close combat types!"
Lu Chen heard Han Wenqing's explanation and said with great interest: "Oh, I see. This is my first time competing against such a master. It should be very interesting!"
"Hey, hey, why don't you fight that guy named Lu Chen?" Jia Qing muttered not far away, with a strong sense of contempt.
"Since you are interested, you might as well compete. Anyway, it's a long night and it's good to stretch your muscles!" Lu Chen came to the center of the open space and laughed loudly.
Jia Qing pushed her brother and said: "Brother, go quickly and teach them a lesson so that these people know how powerful you are!"
The steward said from the side: "No, no, swords have no eyes, peace is the most precious, harming harmony is not good!" As the person in charge of this convoy, he certainly does not want civil strife.
I don't even want my son to get hurt.
Jia Tao is ranked thirty-seven on the Hidden Dragon List. As a father, he has always been proud of it. If his son hadn't given him a fight, he would not have taken the position of steward of the Jia family.
"Dad, it's okay. With my elder brother's strength, Lu Chen is definitely no match for him. If you give him a little pain, why are these Sword Sect disciples so arrogant?" Jia Qing said, fearing that the world would not be in chaos.
Lu Chen had been standing there waiting for a long time, and said with a warm smile: "Brother Jia, your sister praises you to the sky. I also want to see the power of Wuji Fist Sect, but I don't know if I have the honor."
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Jia Qing gave his father a reassuring look, took out a pair of thin silver-white leather gloves from his arms, put them on his hands, came to Lu Chen and said: "Since Brother Lu is interested, I will accompany you!"
"Please!" Lu Chen stared at the opponent's pair of silver-white gloves, feeling a little more wary. If the opponent didn't use weapons, then these gloves must be very special.
"Brother Lu, let's stop here. I don't want to hurt the harmony!" Jia Tao came to Lu Chen and said very humbly.
Lu Chen sneered at his words. This guy seemed very kind, but in fact he was also a guy who thought very highly of himself.
At the foot of the mountain, a bonfire was rising, and two figures stood facing each other in the open space. There was a circle of people around them, including servants of the Jia family and disciples of the Sword Sect. Even Jia Tianpeng, who rarely appeared in person, was wearing a bamboo hat.
Surrounded by eighteen lamas, he walked over.
Everyone looked at the two people below with bated breath, a fight between dragons and tigers was about to break out.
"Here we come, Brother Lu!" Jia Tao, who was originally very modest, clenched his fists and let out a low roar. He jumped up like a tiger, covering a distance of several feet, his fists sharp and full of energy.
, hitting Chase Lu's chest like lightning.
Lu Chen held the soft sword in his hand, flicked it lightly, and struck it in an instant.
The fist and the sword collided together like lightning, with a clang and sparks flying!
A surging force surged in, Lu Chen was shaken back several steps, but the opponent's fist was unscathed. It was obvious that the silver-white gloves were special, as it could be seen from the scene that ordinary swords could not cause damage.
Then, Jia Tao's eyes were lowered, a hint of cruelty flashed across his gentle face, and his whole body was like a water snake swimming around Lu Chen at high speed, and in the blink of an eye a strong wind formed.
At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out of the strong wind and hit Lu Chen's back with a swift uppercut.
Lu Chen glanced slightly from the corner of his eye, turned his feet, and moved sideways out of thin air to get out of the way of the opponent's punch. At the same time, he twisted the soft sword in his hand and flexibly rolled it towards the opponent's arm.
Jia Tao used his fist to backhand, bending the incoming soft sword with mighty force, and then swept it out with a whip kick.
When it comes to close combat, Lu Chen is not afraid of him at all.
Swinging the sole of his foot, the whip leg drew an arc and collided with the opponent's powerful whip leg, causing the air to roar.
Jia Tao's expression changed slightly. He hooked Lu Chen's thigh and used his strength to get closer. He flew quickly and grabbed a pair of silver claws like a whirlwind. He moved one move after another smoothly. After all, Jia Tao can be ranked among the submariners.
The Dragon List cannot be underestimated.
"What a fierce move!" This thought flashed through Lu Chen's mind, and the clothes on his chest were scratched. A soft sword was quickly raised, and it bit the opponent like a poisonous snake spitting a message.
With a brush, a wisp of erratic sword light flashed by, and Jia Tao's shoulder was scratched with a gash. Both sides were injured, so it was evenly divided.
"Let you see my Phantom Air Fist!" Jia Tao rolled to the ground not far away, shouted coldly, kicked the ground with his feet, and rushed towards Lu Chen again.
In an instant, the fist hit Lu Chen like a gust of wind and rain, one punch after another without stopping, like a huge wave roaring.
Boom. Boom. Boom. A deafening roar sounded, and in an instant, countless fist shadows enveloped Lu Chen.
Lu Chen was horrified, and he felt that the front of his field of vision was filled with fist shadows, and the strong momentum was like a mountain bearing down on the top, giving people a huge sense of oppression.
As soon as he moved, his whole body turned into a gust of erratic wind, and began to move very quickly in a small area. The blurred afterimage looked like countless people overlapping everything, making it difficult to see clearly.
Boom boom boom, Jia Tao punched him one after another, each punch was terrifyingly heavy, as if it had the power to destroy mountains and rocks.
Lu Chen slashed at the opponent crazily with a soft sword. In the blink of an eye, there were dozens of sword strikes. Each sword blocked the opponent's fist, but the force of the counterattack made his wrist numb. This guy's boxing skills were really terrifying. He
This is the first time I encountered such a tough opponent.
Dang. Dang. Dang... A series of sounds of gold and iron clashing, sparks flying everywhere.
Jia Tao punched the air and landed on the ground. His violent internal energy instantly made a big hole in the ground, and the frozen mud scattered in all directions.
Fortunately, Lu Chen dodged quickly, otherwise, he would have been seriously injured and vomited blood if he had been punched by the opponent.
Looking at Lu Chen who was being suppressed by the opponent below, Murong Ziyun and Teng Qinglei looked in disbelief. It was terrifying that Jia Tao could actually force Lu Chen to this point. No wonder he was so confident before.
"Huh, this Lu Chen is such a waste. What else can he do besides hiding?" Jia Qing crossed his arms and looked down with disdain.
Jia Tianpeng, who was surrounded by eighteen lamas, silently looked at the two people below, not knowing what to think.
"One punch after another, there is no flaw in the connection between the front and back, it is really powerful!" Lu Chen touched his toes and flew backwards at a very fast speed.
Jia Tao took advantage of the victory to pursue, and punched Lu Chen fiercely. His violent energy lifted up a layer of the hard ground.
