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His eyes narrowed, and then he retracted his head, and his body hung on the wall, like a dead leaf.
He listened carefully, but there was still no sound within the wall. He slowly poked his head out halfway again, exposed his eyes, and looked into the yard.
A figure stood in the center of the courtyard, holding a sword in his hand, tilted sideways, motionless, like a stone.
No!
The man's eyes narrowed slightly. It was not like a rock, but like a mountain peak, an eternal mountain peak.
"Yang Chen!"
He recognized Yang Chen and glanced around the courtyard. Then he saw Tang Ziwen sitting in the corner of the courtyard drinking tea. Tang Ziwen's eyes fell on Yang Chen. His face was full of relief, and he didn't seem to notice. That dark shadow hanging on the wall.
The black figure made a decision in an instant. With a strong hand on the wall, his body flew over the wall like an eagle. In mid-air, he drew out his long knife and dived towards Tang Ziwen in the corner. Under the moonlight, the shadow of the knife passed by, like a horse, pouring towards Tang Ziwen.
Tang Ziwen touched his hand under the table, and he pulled out a sword hidden under the table. The figure has stood up, as thick as a mountain, and the sword slashed towards the black shadow swooping in mid-air.
The sword is as heavy as a mountain!
"Keng!"
There was a loud sound of metal colliding, and Tang Ziwen, who was on the third floor of the martial arts master, fell back. A huge force came, and with a bang, his back hit the courtyard wall. And the black shadow couldn't use any force in the air and flew backwards.
Tang Ziwen's eyes showed an anxious look. As soon as the two people fought, he knew that he was no match. The black shadow's cultivation level should be around the fifth level of martial arts. Moreover, the direction of the black shadow's retreat was in the right direction. It was Yang Chen standing in the center of the courtyard.
The black figure didn¡¯t take Yang Chen seriously at all. As he flew back, he stepped on Yang Chen¡¯s head with one foot. As long as the foot of a fifth-level martial artist stepped on Yang Chen's head, Yang Chen's head would smash like a ripe watermelon.
The dark figure had a good idea, which was to trample Yang Chen to death, and then use it to pounce on Tang Ziwen again. He came here to kill Tang Ziwen this time, and he made a profit by killing another Yang Chen casually!
Tang Ziwen was anxious. The moment his body hit the wall, he jumped up and rushed towards the black figure. But there was despair in his eyes, it was too late.
"Om"
A piece of red light suddenly swarmed out from Yang Chen's hand, like a cloud or a piece of fire, shrouding the black shadow in mid-air. Accompanied by the sound of sharp blades piercing the air.
It was a hundred python scale scimitars. Now Yang Chen can already control a hundred python scale scimitars. His mental power can control more. He can only control the python scale scimitars without colliding with each other or getting in the way. , and forms a fierce attack power, currently it can only control a hundred handles.
Python scale scimitar, extremely thin, compact, and extremely sharp.
A hundred python scale scimitars suddenly appeared in front of the black figure like a ball of fire, exploded with a buzz, and suddenly a fire net circled, instantly surrounded the black figure, and cut towards the black figure.
¡°Chi chi chi¡¡±
"Dangdangdang"
No one knew that Yang Chen was still a spiritual practitioner, which was beyond the black shadow's expectations. And when he suddenly commanded a hundred python scale scimitars, the black shadow was completely unexpected. Fortunately, the black figure was a martial artist and reacted very quickly. He swung his long knife and blocked the airtight python scale scimitar.
but¡¡
Before he could react, six python-scale scimitars had cut open his skin, leaving six deep wounds and blood spurting out.
Yang Chen held the sword in his hand and was as quiet as an immovable mountain. He couldn't even feel the breath of a living person in his body, as if he was a mountain.
Suddenly, the mountain erupted, like a quiet extinct volcano, breaking through and erupting.
The sword flashed under the moonlight.
This knife was like a mountain of knives, hitting the black shadow that was busy in mid-air.
The black shadow in mid-air had no place to use force. He originally wanted to step on Yang Chen's head to use force, but his plan was interrupted by the sudden arrival of a hundred python scale scimitars. He waved his long knife in mid-air to resist a wave of attack. With a hundred-handled python scale scimitar, even if the opponent is a fifth-level martial artist, he is temporarily at a loss. If he was given a few seconds, he would be able to fall to the ground and regain his freedom.
butGenerally, it oscillates back and forth from dormitory building to dormitory building.
"Snapped!"
A window opened, and Cheng Li's head poked out: "Yang Chen is not here!"
Tom looked at Cheng Li through the window with sharp eyes: "Call him."
Cheng Li stretched out his finger and pointed at Tom: "Okay, if you want to be abused, I won't stop you, just wait."
Cheng Li took out the phone and dialed Yang Chen's number.
Huayuan Community.
Villa.
Yang Chen stood quietly in the backyard, the sun shining on him, casting a shadow behind him, and the shadow did not move at all.
Yang Chen learned Shan Dao last night and decided to go back to the villa in Huayuan Community to learn Shan Dao here.
The phone rang, and Yang Chen, who was as motionless as a mountain, suddenly became active. He walked to the stone table and looked at the word Cheng Li on the screen of his mobile phone.
"What does this kid want to do with me?"
"Lao Wu!" As soon as the call was connected, Cheng Li's voice came: "Do you know Tom?"
"have no idea!"
Cheng Li on the phone hesitated for a moment and said: "He is a preparatory student studying abroad and has a peak warrior level. He is challenging you downstairs and asks you if you dare to fight him!"
"Tom? Challenge him?"
"Whether Yang Chen was confused or not, he thought about it quickly in his mind, but he still didn't understand why that Tom wanted to challenge him.
If you can¡¯t figure it out, don¡¯t do it. But this matter can be used. After just turning around in his mind, Yang Chen had an idea:
"Ali, tell Tom, I'm outside now and can't make it back. I will fight him at dusk in the playground in three days!"
After hanging up the phone, Yang Chen dialed Du Zheng's number again.
"Brother Du, are you leaving?"
¡°Not yet, I¡¯ll leave tomorrow!¡± Du Zheng¡¯s tone was filled with relaxation and yearning.
"Brother Du, did you come to our school as the top scorer in the college entrance examination?"
"Yes, I am the top scorer in the college entrance examination in our session." Du Zheng said with a hint of pride in his tone.
"Then can you stay a few days late and do me a favor?"
"Okay!" Du Zheng answered very simply and did not ask Yang Chen what help he needed. This moved Yang Chen.
"Brother Du, have the top scorers in the college entrance examination from your junior and sophomore years come to our school?"
"No!"
Yang Chen thought for a while and said: "Then please inform Tie Xinglong, Shao Youlong, Chen Jiaqiang and Liao Yongsheng, as well as Duan Chang and Lang Tianya to come to my place. I will wait for you at the gate of Huayuan Community."
"good!"
Yingcai Martial Arts School.
The directors of the four martial arts schools personally brought the students with the best fighting skills among the primary school and junior high school tutoring students in their own martial arts schools. Zhou Du stood in front of the window of the office on the second floor, looking at the directors of the four martial arts gyms who got off the car, with a sneer on his lips, and picked up the phone and hung up. Said into the phone:
"They are coming!"
In the news department of Shanghai TV Station, Yang Weiwei jumped up from her chair:
"Set off!"
The group of people carried the equipment and hurried downstairs, drove towards Yingcai Martial Arts Hall.
At the same time, in the other seven martial arts gyms, some martial arts gym directors from Shanghai came to challenge them with their students, and those seven gym directors also made calls one after another.
Television stations, newspapers and other news organizations have long received instructions from Li Cungang. The news interview team assigned to each martial arts gym has already contacted the seven martial arts gyms in advance. After receiving the call, they immediately rushed to their destination. At the same time, they called Li Cungang in the car to report.
Li Cungang put away the phone, pushed the door open and walked into Tang Ziwen's office, closing the door behind him.
"Secretary, they are moving!"
"Okay!" Tang Ziwen's face showed a hint of excitement, and he leaned his back on the chair: "Cun Gang, I have been in Shanghai for a few months and have not found a suitable breakthrough. This is an opportunity. . Maybe after this, I will be able to stand firm."
Yingcai Martial Arts School.
Zhou Du walked out of the gate. Behind him were teachers from the martial arts school and some students. The teachers and students glared angrily at the people from the martial arts gym who got off the car opposite, but Zhou Du stood there with a smile, blocking the door of the martial arts gym tightly.
"Hahaha" Four middle-aged men came over, who were the directors of the four martial arts schools. A man with a beard smiled at Zhou Du and said:
"Director Zhou, by going to such great lengths to block the door, do you mean you don't welcome us and don't let us in, or are you afraid?"
Neighbors and pedestrians gathered around to watch the excitement. This custom is loved by people regardless of national boundaries and eras.
+++++++++(remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com)People are blocking the door. Is this because they don¡¯t welcome us and don¡¯t let us in, or are they afraid? "
Neighbors and pedestrians gathered around to watch the excitement. This custom is loved by people regardless of national boundaries and eras.
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