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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of the Dragon Chapter 232 Arrival

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    Chapter 232 Arrival

    Everyone suddenly realized that they couldn't help but look at this young monk with admiration. He was ugly and young, but he was actually Xiao Guanlan's sworn brother.

    "Disrespect, disrespect!" Zhao Yichen clasped his fists and laughed.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Monk Xu Zhu tithes together, I won¡¯t say more.

    "Since he is Xiao Daxia's brother, he must also be extremely skilled in martial arts. I would be very grateful to be able to lend a helping hand!" Zhao Yichen said with a smile.

    Xu Zhu clasped his hands together and said in a calm voice: "The abbot's orders, the young monk will naturally obey."

    Seeing what he said, Zhao Yichen smiled, feeling that this young monk was unsophisticated and simple-tempered, and he didn't know how to say polite words.

    After Master Xuanku and Monk Xu Zhu settled down, Zhao Yichen and others summoned Zhao Jingming to the small martial arts training ground at the back.

    There were two old men, three middle-aged men, plus Zhao Yichen, and no one else. Zhao Jingming followed them to the small martial arts training ground in the backyard.

    It is the evening at this time, the sun is hanging in the west in the sky, its light is soft, magnificent and brilliant, and the red clouds in the sky are like burning flames.

    This small martial arts training ground is dedicated to Zhao Yichen. There are usually no other people around, and the surrounding area is empty. There is no way to hide and watch in the dark.

    Everyone stepped on the green bricks and stopped in the middle of the field. Zhao Yichen said in a deep voice: "Jing Ming, let's compete with each other when you use that sword technique!"

    "Yes, Master!" Zhao Jingming nodded without hesitation.

    Immediately, he hesitated and stopped talking.

    ¡°Just say what you have to say, why are you hesitating?!¡± Zhao Yichen scolded with a smile.

    Zhao Jingming whispered: "Master, when I first taught this sword technique, Xiao Daxia made it clear that it could not be taught to others. I"

    "I understand!" Zhao Yichen glared at him and cursed angrily: "You bastard! I'm a master and I'm still greedy for your swordsmanship?!"

    "No, Master" Zhao Jingming hurriedly wanted to explain.

    Zhao Yichen waved his hand to interrupt and hummed: "Stop talking nonsense, let me learn Xiao Daxia's martial arts. Being famous is not as good as meeting him!"

    "Yes, Master." Zhao Jingming nodded helplessly, and then said: "Master, I haven't mastered this move yet. It's far from perfect, but it's already quite powerful. You have to be careful!"

    Zhao Yichen glared at him and cursed with a smile: "It's so long-winded. Stop talking nonsense and do it!"

    "Yes, Master, then I'm going to take action!" Zhao Jingming said hurriedly and started to pose.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? After another cup of tea, he finally got his posture right, his face slowly darkened, his hand pressed on the hilt of the sword, and he slowly drew out the sword.

    Zhao Yichen's face darkened, his eyes were bright, and his divine light was like a sword light that turned into substance, piercing straight towards Zhao Jingming.

    Zhao Jingming was fearless, his eyes were slightly squinted, and the long sword was pointed at him diagonally, with a provocative posture, as if he had a solemn demeanor in heaven and earth.

    Zhao Yichen slowly unsheathed his long sword, his clothes fluttered and undulated, and the long sword slowly flattened to his chest, with the blade reflecting the setting sun.

    "Master, be careful!" Zhao Jingming said in a deep voice.

    As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared suddenly, and a cold light appeared on Zhao Yichen's chest.

    "Ding!" With a crisp sound, Zhao Jingming retreated suddenly, and Zhao Yichen followed suit. He staggered a few steps before standing still, staring at it with wide eyes.

    Everyone also looked at each other in confusion. They didn't see Zhao Jingming's move clearly, but they saw Zhao Yichen's move clearly. He didn't have time to draw his sword at all, and he just passively received the sword.

    "If he hadn't held his long sword in front of him, he would never have been able to block it. There was already a hole in his body, and blood was gurgling. If he was unlucky, he would have been hit by the sword in the heart and he would have died.

    Zhao Yichen's face turned red. He took a few deep breaths and slowly regained his composure. He returned the sword to its sheath and touched his forehead, sweat dripping from his face.

    The blow just now startled him, and he felt caught off guard. Zhao Jingming's sword came too fast and he couldn't react in time.

    Zhao Jingming took a long breath and returned the sword to its sheath: "Master, I accept the concession!"

    He was secretly excited in his heart, but he suppressed it forcefully. If the master saw it, he would inevitably be unhappy, and it would make people feel complacent, which is terrible.

    Zhao Yichen shook his head, looked Zhao Jingming up and down, shook his head and sighed, saying with a bitter smile: "Oh, I am getting old, I am getting old as a teacher"

    Zhao Jingming was startled and hurriedly said: "Master, what are you talking about? You are in your prime and your martial arts are great, how can you say you are old?!"

    ¡°If I can¡¯t catch a sword as a teacher, isn¡¯t that how old I am?!¡± Zhao Yichen shook his head and smiled bitterly.

    "Okay, brother, don't scare Jing Ming!" A middle-aged man next to him shook his head and smiled, greatlyHey, he is the fourth middle-aged man with big bumps on his face.

    "Haha, okay." Zhao Yichen laughed, shook his head and said, "However, Jing Ming's sword technique is indeed earth-shattering!"

    "Not bad!" The heroic third child nodded, looked Zhao Jingming up and down, and said with a smile: "You kid is so lucky to have the favor of Master Xiao to teach you such a swordsmanship!"

    "Come on, Xiao Jingming, let me show you the old man!" The old man with scars on his face waved and said with a smile.

    Zhao Jingming was startled and looked at Zhao Yichen.

    Zhao Yichen said hurriedly: "Third uncle, you'd better spare him!"

    The old man¡¯s eyes widened and he snorted: ¡°You kid, don¡¯t put gold on my face!¡­ I¡¯m not sure I can catch this sword!¡±

    "Third uncle, Jing Ming's sword is indeed magical. There is almost no chance of evasion unless he interrupts it at the beginning!" Zhao Yichen laughed.

    Zhao Jingming hurriedly said: "Master, if I become proficient, I can draw the sword in an instant, without having to expend so much effort like now!"

    ¡°Oh¡ª¡ª?¡± Zhao Yichen raised his eyebrows.

    Zhao Jingming added: "I have only exerted less than 10% of the power of this sword. If I master it and fully exert its poweraccording to Master Xiao, I can condense all the strength of my body into one point and be invincible.  All obstacles!"

    Zhao Yichen nodded slightly: "Well, although it is an exaggeration, but if you think about it carefully, such an incredibly fast speed is terrifying. If it is a few minutes faster, the power will be even more powerful!"

    "Yichen, can the Zhenyue Sword block Jing Ming's sword?" The old man with scars on his face asked with a smile.

    Zhao Yichen thought for a while, shook his head slowly, and said with a solemn expression: "Even if you practice it well, you can't stop it. The power of this sword is indeed extremely powerful!"

    He looked Zhao Jingming up and down, nodded, and smiled: "It seems that our Divine Sword Villa is about to produce a great swordsman!"

    Seeing that his master didn't look angry, Zhao Jingming breathed a sigh of relief and said hurriedly: "Master, this sword is very difficult to practice. I have been practicing for so long and I can't figure it out at all. I don't know how many years and months it will take me to master it!"  "

    "Well, that's true." Zhao Yichen nodded and frowned: "After today, you will concentrate on practicing this sword and put down the other sword techniques!"

    Although this sword is very powerful, it cannot be used against the enemy. Otherwise, you will be killed several times while you are taking a stance.

    "Yes, yes, if you master this sword, it will not be difficult to dominate the martial arts world, and our Divine Sword Villa will become famous all over the world!" The middle-aged man with pitted face nodded heavily, his eyes were bright, as if there was a flame burning.

    The scar-faced old man next to him chuckled: "Dominating the martial arts world?Haha, this is just your swordsmanship!"

    The middle-aged man with the bumps on his face was startled, and then he was stunned and laughed twice: "I didn't expect that being famous is not as good as meeting. Master Xiao is so powerful!"

    Zhao Yichen nodded slowly, with a look of emotion on his face: "Yes, let's sit down and look at the sky. The Infinite Sword must be even more powerful!"

    While several people were talking, a young man suddenly ran in in a hurry and said loudly: "Master, elder, those three monks are here!"

    Zhao Yichen¡¯s face darkened: ¡°What the hell, what kind of behavior is this?!¡±

    The young man had beautiful features and lively eyes. When he saw Zhao Yichen's face sinking, he stopped in a hurry, took two deep breaths, walked calmly to them, clasped his fists and said, "To the owner of the village, the three monks from Kasyapa Tathagata Temple have arrived at the foot of the mountain.  ."

    ¡°Okay, it¡¯s here indeed!¡± The scar-faced old man clapped his hands and shouted.

    Everyone¡¯s expressions were different, some were happy and worried, some were frowning and some were smiling. Zhao Yichen remained calm, his face was as dark as water, and he said slowly: ¡°We¡¯re finally here!¡±

    Another old man spoke and said slowly: "Yichen, let's go and greet them. We can't lose etiquette in front of the Xixia people!"

    "Yes, second uncle." Zhao Yichen nodded and said in a deep voice: "Jing Xing, go and ask the two eminent monks from Shaolin to come out!"
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