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Chapter 182 No fighting in front of my martial arts gym

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    "Master, you can't do it, you must not do it!"

    Ye Bei shouted anxiously, and his heart became even more anxious.

    He knew that he couldn't talk about this matter.

    Because his master is not only hot-tempered, he is also famous for not being afraid of death, and he is famous for being reckless!

    Of course, it is precisely because of his recklessness that he, who is not particularly talented, has achieved great achievements.

    If it were the past, he would definitely have followed Shaotianque's temper, but this time it was completely different.

    Even Ye Bei had guessed that the young man in the martial arts school and the man in black robe were existences that surpassed Emperor Wu.

    With such great power, wouldn¡¯t his master, a small martial arts master, be seeking death?

    "Master!"

    When Ye Bei saw that Shan Tianque did not listen to the advice, he simply became anxious and forced a green edge to his neck.

    "Disciple, you?"

    Seeing this, the long sword at Shantianque's feet was suspended in mid-air.

    "Master, please listen to my disciple's advice. We are really no match for them, and we are not on the same level at all!" Ye Bei said earnestly: "And this matter is not their fault, it was me who caused trouble first. You  All you need to do is give me the innate spiritual treasure, and leave the rest to my disciples, okay?"

    "you¡­¡­"

    ??Shatianque waved his sleeves, sighed heavily, and then sealed Ye Bei's cultivation.

    "Master, you?"

    Ye Bei's expression changed.

    ??Shatianque waved his hand to interrupt, and then said in a deep voice: "Although you are granted a cultivation level, I can listen to your advice today."

    "However, you also know my swordsmanship. When the time comes for me to become a Martial Master, you can follow me down the mountain!"

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    Shakian Tianque went back with his sword.

    Seeing this, Ye Bei sighed and shook his head.

    His master is known as the Crazy Swordsman. For the sake of swordsmanship in his heart, he will fight even to the death. It is not easy to achieve such a retreat today.

    But now, his cultivation level has been banned. This place is on the edge of Nansha, thousands of miles away from the martial arts hall, and he can't get through at all.

    I just hope that Shaotian Que will not break through Wu Zun so early!

    ¡­¡­

    "The light of the sword is as bright as the snow and the jade dragon is cold!"

    "Refreshing and refreshing, Ye Weiyang is refreshing!"

    "The poem is not very good, but this word is really good!"

    In the martial arts hall, Yi Feng picked up his pen and looked at his calligraphy, and couldn't help but sigh.

    "Counting the time, I'm afraid it's close to the Spring Festival in the previous life!" Yi Feng looked at the cold air outside the window and couldn't help but sigh.

    ¡°Then write another Spring Festival couplet!¡±

    Yi Feng found two more pieces of red rice paper, picked up a pen and wrote two Spring Festival couplets on the rice paper. He nodded with satisfaction and shouted: "Disciple, now that you are well, don't stay here. Hurry up and put these couple together."  Put the Spring Festival couplets on the door."

    "It's Master."

    Little Zhong Qing put on a big cotton-padded jacket, took a breath, picked up two Spring Festival couplets by Yi Feng, and walked outside.

    After pasting the couplets, he returned to Yi Feng's side.

    "Disciple, now that you are healed, you should practice martial arts!" Looking at Zhong Qing, Yi Feng said with a smile: "And it has been so long since I gave you this sword, so I haven't taught you the sword skills yet, right?"

    "Yes, Master."

    Zhong Qing tightened the long knife in his hand and nodded obediently.

    "To train my sword to compete with the gods, I have summed up three styles in total, and I will teach you these three styles today." Yi Feng put down the brush in his hand and said softly.

    "May I ask Master, which three styles are they?" Zhong Qing asked doubtfully.

    "Chop, chop, chop!"

    Yi Feng smiled leisurely and said: "You have to remember that all changes are inseparable from these three postures. As long as you practice these three postures well, the sword will naturally be wielded freely in your hands."

    With that said, Yi Feng took the long knife and performed three moves on Zhong Qing.

    After finishing brushing, he returned the knife to Zhong Qing.

    "From now on, just practice these three moves!"

    "Oh, good!"

    Zhong Qing scratched his head. Although he didn't know why Yi Feng asked him to practice these three ordinary moves, he still obeyed Yi Feng's words unconditionally.

    Autumn is gradually passing.

    Winter has arrived.

    Outside the house, heavy snow is already falling.

    The days passed as usual?.

    Wu Yonghong and the other three are still clearing up wasteland, and they have only completed half of it in such a long time. Due to the weather, Yi Feng can also understand this efficiency.

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    As the efficiency of Wu Yonghong and the others decreased, Lu Dasheng became a lot more relaxed every day. He usually finished picking manure in the morning.

    What is puzzling is that in the afternoon he could have taken a good rest, but he always stayed by the manure pit until dark, muttering something to each other and getting no answer.

    Zhong Qing is waving a broadsword.

    Day after day, he practices the three movements of splitting, chopping, and chopping.

    However, the broken skull still didn¡¯t seem to make people worry. Not only did he not return home all day long, the gold coins Yi Feng hid under the bed seemed to be decreasing from time to time.

    Of course, Yi Feng, who is obsessed with calligraphy all day long, has no time to worry about this.

    After writing another couplet, a familiar voice finally appeared in his mind.

    "Ding: Congratulations to the host, your calligraphy has reached the level of a god!"

    "Finally finished."

    Yi Feng nodded with satisfaction. Looking at the two newly released Spring Festival couplets, Yi Feng shouted again: "Disciple, tear up the two couplets at the door and replace them with this one."

    "Yes, Master."

    Zhong Qing put away the long knife, took out two new couplets, and pasted them on the door again.

    "Master's handwriting is so beautiful."

    Zhong Qing clapped his little hands, stepped on the snow on the ground, and prepared to go back to the house.

    "Boom!"

    At this moment, a figure came from nowhere and landed directly at Zhong Qing's feet.

    At the same time, blood was spurting out from his mouth, and his whole body became dying.

    Zhong Qing was stunned.

    Before he could ask any questions, not far from the door, another man holding a giant sword walked over, slowly approaching the injured man.

    "Black Sword, thousands of miles away, you still want to chase me, why bother?"

    The injured man shouted unwillingly.

    "I want to prove that I am the number one swordsman in Nansha!" Heijian said coldly.

    ¡°You¡¯ve already proven it, why do you still want to kill them all?¡± the injured man shouted.

    "Because my sword never leaves anyone alive, so you must die!" With a cold voice, the black sword stepped on the snow and finally approached. He took out the giant sword in his hand and was about to kill him.

    "Stop."

    Suddenly, Zhong Qing stood in front of the injured man with a red face and shouted: "No fighting at the entrance of our martial arts gym."

    After Heijian glanced at Zhong Qing, he ignored it and raised the giant sword in his hand.

    "Let's go quickly."

    The injured man quickly shouted to Zhong Qing.

    However, the giant sword in the black sword's hand has already reached the top of Zhong Qing's head.

    This sword.

    Carrying endless coercion, it came directly.

    Seeing this, the injured man showed a look of death, because when the sword came down, there would be no grass growing wherever the sword light passed.

    pity.

    Before he died, he had to drag down a child.

    He closed his eyes.

    "Cang!"

    But at this moment, a pleasant voice sounded in his ears, and he suddenly opened his eyes wide. He was horrified to find that the little boy next to him raised his knife and missed the sword.

    "Zheng!"

    With a buzzing sound, the giant sword plunged straight into the ground, half a foot deep into the ground.

    "I told you not to fight in front of my martial arts gym, why didn't you listen?"

    The little boy blushed and made a sound with displeasure.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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