Sword God

(3rd is even more, today will break out, no money to hold a personal field, vote for some plus a collection, rich money to hold a money field)

The family has a martial arts training ground, which is more than two hundred meters long and wide.

Normally, the family younger generation will go to the martial arts training ground to cultivate. One atmosphere is good, and the second will be taught by the elders of the family. Chen Zong often comes at the beginning, but is often ridiculed and even bullied, which seriously affects the cultivation. I was injured several times by Cheng Zhongjie, and I lost a lot of time. I just didn't come and practiced myself.

Weapon Hall is just at the corner of the martial arts training ground, and there are more than a dozen family younger generations in the cultivation.

"Look, isn't that Chen Zong?" The sharp-eyed person saw Chen Zong and immediately exclaimed.

"Yes, it is him, isn't it cultivation? How come again."

“I don’t think my cultivation is progressing, I’m going to come back to martial arts training ground.”

"He shouldn't think Cheng Zhongjie forgot him."

"It's a pity. I heard that his Energy Pill was assigned to Chen Zhigang yesterday."

"I think it's right to do this, Brother Gang is a family Martial Apprentice 1st. Don't say that compared with Brother Gang, even if compared with us, Chen Zong is a waste material, and Energy Pill is a waste for him."

Ignoring the gaze and discussion of a dozen family younger generation, Chen Zong walked through the martial arts training ground and walked into Weapon Hall.

Weapon Hall has a length of about ten meters, and there are wooden frames on the walls. There are many weapons, Blade, Spear, Sword, Stick, Bow and Arrow, Dagger.

Watching Weapon Hall is an old man, Xu is old, easy to get tired, is fighting, Chen Zong did not bother him, and went to the weapon rack to put the sword.

There are dozens of swords on the shelf, the longest is more than one meter, and the shortest is less than half a meter. Chen Zong first excludes the longest and the shortest, and the remaining five are more desirable.

Chen Zong picked up and pulled it out, waving it at random and feeling carefully.

People are different, so is the sword, the length and thickness are small, and it is best for you.

Finally, Chen Zong took a sword with both hands and carefully compared it. It seems that the length and length of the two swords are the same, but the weight is different. After a few minutes, Chen Zong puts down the left-handed sword and selects the sword of the right hand.

The blade is gray and black, with a bit of mottled traces. The hilt is wooden, and the whole body is black. It can be slipped with threads. The whole sword can be seen at a glance. It is not worth a few jade coins. Think about it, Small Lake Town Chen. Family is just a branch clan. It is limited in all aspects. It is naturally not a good place to receive a weapon.

Chen Zong didn't care, but he was a little excited. This is his first time holding a sword. I don't know why I have a familiar feeling. It seems like holding the sword for a few years. The right hand wielding sword, the left hand finger gently licks on the sword. After, the cold touch made Chen Zong unconsciously excited.

The blade is 62 cm long and the hilt is 20 cm long. The blade connected to the sword is 3.5 cm wide and 1 cm thick. The sword tip is 2.5 cm wide and 0.6 cm thick. Jin eight eight.

Quite a little love, then with the sword into the sheath, wake up the old man, after registration, left-handed sword striding out of Weapon Hall, they saw more than a dozen family younger generation staring at themselves.

"Out."

"I still have an iron sword in my hand."

"Tiger Force Fist Technique can't practice, are you going to practice sword technique? But our family Foundation Building Martial Arts doesn't have a sword technique."

"You think too much, even if there is Foundation Building Sword Technique in the family, the difficulty of cultivation is also on the fist technique. Even the fist technique can't be practiced. What kind of sword technique is also practiced? I think he is going to sell the iron sword. Well, you can also sell one or twenty jade coin flowers." One person believes oneself infallible, this kind of thing has not happened.

"Hey, Chen Zong, the money to sell the sword, remember to give it to me." Another person yelled Chen Zong and immediately shook his fist and threatened: "No, then you know."

Chen Zong frowned, when he was about to open his mouth, he suddenly saw a familiar black silhouette and was striding into the martial arts training ground.

"Cheng Zhongjie ......" The teeth bite, the sound is like a fierce tiger, and the anger is burning from the bottom of my heart.

Since the loss of Dad cultivation base, Chen Zong has been bullied since the beginning of Martial Arts Training, most of them from Cheng Zhongjie, because he is Chen Zhigang's dog leg, and Chen Zhigang and Chen Zhengtang have had contradictions.

"Chen Zong!" Cheng Zhongjie also saw Chen Zong, a surprised face, and immediately sneer: "little waste, long time no see, is not forgotten my words."

Half a year ago, Chen Zhigang said that Chen Zong had influenced his cultivation at martial arts training ground, and that lackey Cheng Zhongjie immediately blocked Chen Zong, threatening him not to come to martial arts training ground again, or once he saw it once, Chen Zong would naturally not After giving in, he was immediately injured by Cheng Zhongjie, and he was fully recuperated for five or six days. He could not cultivate and add a lot of burden to Dad.

Chen Zhigang He is now a family number one martial artist, flying, and even the patriarch is not in the eye, but he is the strongest, and draws a group of people, Chen Zhengtang without cultivation base can not help.

In order not to burden Dad, but also to be able to cultivate, Chen Zong did not come to martial arts training ground. Now, when he hears Cheng Zhongjie, his anger is high, as if the volcano is about to break out.

"Hey, take the sword, do something, know your own waste, plan to go tree cutting with your scrapped old man?" Cheng Zhongjie looked down on Chen Zong's left hand and laughed.

"Cheng Zhongjie, take back your words and apologize to me." A 'waste' and 'destroyed' wake up Chen Zong's many bad memories, his complexion sank, one word at a time.

"Father waste son son waste, I am wrong?" Cheng Zhongjie a sly smile.

"You are courting death!" The eyes seemed to be angry, and Chen Zong snorted and stepped forward like fierce tiger running, rushing to Cheng Zhongjie.

Cheng Zhongjie Sweats upright, in an instant, he feels like a fierce tiger screaming in front of him, shaking his head and smashing this ridiculous feeling, Cheng Zhongjie reveals fierce light, smirked, and his footsteps are like a wolf lock As the prey rushes, the body leans forward, the left hand bends in front of the virtual grip into the claws, the thumb is facing the chin, the right hand is clenched in the waist, the middle finger and the index finger joint are particularly prominent, such as the canine.

“It seems that Cheng Zhongjie’s Wolf Fang Fist Technique seems to be more sophisticated.”

“Chen Zong is miserable. I don’t know how many days to lie on the bed this time.”

When everyone took pleasure in other people's misfortune, Cheng Zhongjie approached Chen Zong.

"Wolf Charge Style!" shouted in a low voice, Cheng Zhongjie's speed seems to be two points faster. When he bullies Chen Zong, his right hand seems to penetrate the air, and he slams into Chen Zong's stomach, like a wolf. Fang, no mercy.

Chen Zong stared at Cheng Zhongjie, and his face was very clear. His face was stunned, his eyes were cold and severe, his pupils were flickering, his left hand swayed gently, and the right fist of the air broke through like a wolf.

“Rushing Tiger!”

The right fist is clenched and a low-pitched, Great Accomplishment Peak's Tiger Force Fist Technique is a smashing, windy sound.

Wolf Fang Fist Technique and Tiger Force Fist Technique belong to the same level of the fist technique, Wolf Fang Fist Technique focuses on speed, pays attention to the opportunity, Tiger Force Fist Technique focuses on strength, pay attention to frontal crushing.

The double-handed collision, like the broken ka-cha sound, the sneer of Cheng Zhongjie turned into a panic, Chen Zong a fist momentum like a broken bamboo, defeated Cheng Zhongjie Wolf Charge Style and drove straight into the belly.

A bang, like a drum, qi strength swelled, making Cheng Zhongjie a martial clothes fluctuating, the stomach was invaded under the fist, terrifying power seemed to break his five viscera and six bowels, the back arched His face was frightened, his eyes widened and his eyes were protruding, covered with red silk, his mouth was wide, and his mouth was dripping.

Cheng Zhongjie directly fell to the ground, hands clasped his stomach, trembling with severe pain, wow a mouthful of blood, red shocking.

That punch is very heavy. It is the catharsis of Chen Zong's anger. Cheng Zhongjie has suffered internal injuries. It is impossible to have no seven or eight days of rest.

"Cheng Zhongjie, remember, the next time I insulted me, Dad insulted me, at my own risk, and told me the original words to Chen Dalei and Chen Zhigang." Chen Zong stared at Cheng Zhongjie, solemnly said, and turned and strode away. The footsteps are firmer and the back is more straight.

The same is Chen Family younger generation, it is enough to injure Cheng Zhongjie, he has no idea of ​​killing, otherwise he will be punished by the family rules.

All around Silent and silent, each with a big open mouth, it seems like 1st knows Chen Zong, and the heart is like a huge wave, shocking and inexplicable.

Out of the martial arts training ground, just two people came on the front.

“Brother Zong.” One of them was Chen Yiming, who ran to Chen Zong: “How come to martial arts training ground?”

"taking sword." Chen Zong gestured to the left hand of the iron sword said with a smile.

“Brother Zong want to change the practice sword technique? There is no sword technique Martial Arts in our family.” Chen Yiming is puzzled.

"Just play." Chen Zong felt very important last night. Intuition told him that he could not let others know except himself, and said that with a smile, Chen Yiming did not hold it, but stared at Chen Zong. The face, doubts: "Brother Zong, how do I feel that you look a little different from yesterday."

"Because my cultivation base reaches the Qi Blood Realm 2nd Layer." Chen Zong said with a smile.

“Great.” Chen Yiming is very excited and happy than his own breakthrough.

"Yiming, you come over." Jiao Qiao and came with a cold voice.

“Yuyao, long time no see.” Chen Zong looked at the past and smiled and said hello.

A red tight-fitting martial clothes, the fine-grained figure is set off, especially the pair of straight and tight sleek legs are more slender under the buckskin shoes, which is even more exciting.

Chen Yuyao, patriarch's daughter, and Chen Zong are the same age, and Chen Yiming is generally Chen Zong's childhood playmate. Just after starting Martial Arts Training, Chen Yiming is still very good with Chen Zong as usual, Chen Yuyao is gradually alienating Chen. Zong.

"Chen Zong, the effort is correct, but we must also see the facts. Uncle Zhengtang now loses the cultivation base, and the body is not as good as before. Are you going to let him keep cutting trees and chopping wood to support you?" Chen Yuyao Iron sword glanced, coldly asked: "Look at the face that Uncle Zhengtang has contributed to the family, I can ask my father to give you a more difficult errand in the family."

"many thanks, good intentions, no need." Chen Zong's brows are slightly wrinkled, and there is a kind of uncomfortable feeling in the heart. As a childhood sweethearts, it is impossible to say that Chen Yuyao does not feel. Sometimes he will inevitably think of childhood, tie. Chen Yuyao with a scorpion shouted behind his own 'Big Brother Zong', it was a very good memory.

But now this kind of memory seems to fade with Chen Yuyao's words.

People will always change, and Chen Zong secretly said to himself.

"You are free, but I still have to advise you that people must have self-knowledge. If they don't do anything, they will only suffer their loved ones." Chen Yuyao frowned, very dissatisfied with Chen Zong's attitude, but could not hold back. Continue to say: "In addition, Yiming is very Martial Arts Training Innate Talent, and you should not look for him again in the future, so as not to affect him."

"elder cousin, my business doesn't need you to control." Chen Yiming was angry and pulled Chen Zong: "Brother Zong, let's go, don't care about him."

“Farewell.” Chen Zong said to Chen Yuyao in a plain tone, and left with Chen Yiming, leaving only Yu Yuyao who was unhappy.