Chapter 182: No Fighting at the Door of My Martial Arts School



Chapter 182: You are not allowed to fight at the door of my martial arts school

"Master, you must not do this!"

Ye Bei shouted anxiously, his heart was in a mess.

He knew that he could not tell this matter.

Because his master, not only has a hot temper, but is also famous for not fearing death and being reckless!

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

If it were in the past, he would definitely have followed Han Tianque's temperament, but this time it was completely different.

Ye Bei even guessed that the young man in the martial arts school and the black-robed man were existences that surpassed the Martial Emperor.

With such a great power, his master, a small Martial Sect, would not be looking for death?

"Master!"

Seeing that Han Tianque did not listen to his advice, Ye Bei simply became anxious and pressed a touch of green sword to his neck.

"Disciple, you?"

Seeing this, the long sword under Hantian Que's feet finally hung in the air.

"Master, please listen to my advice. We are really not their opponents, and we are not at the same level at all!" Ye Bei said earnestly: "And this matter is not their fault, but I caused the trouble first. You just need to give me the innate spiritual treasure, and I will solve the rest by myself, okay?"

"You..."

Hantian Que waved his sleeves, sighed heavily, and then sealed Ye Bei's cultivation.

"Master, you?"

Ye Bei's face changed.

Hantian Que waved his hand to interrupt, and then said in a deep voice: "Although I will seal your cultivation, I can listen to your advice today."

"However, you also know my swordsmanship. When I become a martial arts master, you can follow me down the mountain!"

That's it.

Hantian Que went back with the sword.

Seeing this, Ye Bei sighed and shook his head.

His master was known as the Mad Swordsman. For the sword in his heart, he would go to the sword even if he really died. It was not easy for him to achieve such a retreat today.

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

I just hope that Hantian Que will not break through to the martial arts master so early!

...

"The sword shines across the snow and the jade dragon is cold!"

"The air is refreshing and the spirit is clear, and the night is still long!"

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

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

"Calculating the time, it's probably 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 couplet!"

Yi Feng found two more pieces of red rice paper, picked up the pen and wrote two couplets on the rice paper. He nodded with satisfaction and shouted, "Disciple, now that you are well, don't wait. Hurry up and paste this couplet on the door."

"Yes, Master."

Little Zhong Qing put on a big cotton jacket, exhaled a breath of foul air, picked up Yi Feng's two couplets, and walked out.

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

"Disciple, now that you are well, you should practice martial arts well!" Looking at Zhong Qing, Yi Feng smiled and said, "And this sword has been given to you for so long, it seems that I haven't taught you swordsmanship yet?"

"Yes, Master."

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

"My sword training is comparable to that of gods. I have summarized three moves in total. Today I will teach you these three moves." Yi Feng put down the brush in his hand and said softly.

"Master, which three moves are they?" Zhong Qing asked in confusion.

"Chop, chop, and cut!"

Yi Feng smiled leisurely and said, "You must remember that all changes are inseparable from these three moves. As long as you practice these three moves well, this sword will naturally be able to swing freely in your hands."

As he said, Yi Feng took the long sword and showed Zhong Qing three moves.

After brushing, he returned the sword to Zhong Qing.

"From now on, you will practice these three moves!"

"Oh, okay!"

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 unconditionally.

Autumn passed gradually.

Winter has come.

Outside, heavy snow has already begun to fall.

Life goes on as usual.

Wu Yonghong and his two companions are still reclaiming the land. After such a long time, they have only finished half of it. Due to the weather, Yi Feng can understand this efficiency.

If the land is not well cultivated, there will naturally be manure to be carried.

As the efficiency of Wu Yonghong and his two companions decreased, Lu Dasheng became more relaxed every day. He usually finished picking up manure in the morning.

What is puzzling is that he could have a good rest in the afternoon, but he always stayed by the manure pit until dark, muttering to himself, and no one responded even if he was called.

Zhong Qing was swinging a big knife.

Day after day, he practiced the three moves of chopping, cutting and slashing.

However, that broken skull still seemed to be a source of worry. Not only did it not come home all day, but the gold coins that Yi Feng hid under the bed seemed to be decreasing from time to time.

Of course, Yi Feng, who was obsessed with calligraphy all day, had no time to care about these things.

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 new couplets, Yi Feng shouted again: "Disciple, tear off the two couplets on the door and replace them with this one."

"Yes, Master."

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

"The handwriting of the master is so beautiful."

Zhong Qing clapped his 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 gushed out of his mouth, and the whole person became dying.

Zhong Qing was stunned.

Before he could open his mouth to ask, a man holding a huge sword came not far from the door and slowly approached the injured man.

"Black Sword, you are thousands of miles away, why are you still chasing me?"

The injured man shouted unwillingly.

"I want to prove that I am the number one sword in Nansha!" Black Sword said coldly.

"You have already proved it, why do you still want to kill everyone?" The injured man shouted.

"Because I never leave anyone alive under my sword, you must die!" With a cold voice, Black Sword finally approached on the snow, took out the giant sword in his hand, and was about to chop him down.

"Stop."

Suddenly, Zhong Qing stood in front of the injured man with a red face and shouted, "You are not allowed to fight in front of our martial arts hall."

Black Sword glanced at Zhong Qing, ignored him directly, and raised the giant sword in his hand.

"Go quickly."

The injured man shouted to Zhong Qing.

However, the giant sword in Black Sword's hand had already reached Zhong Qing's head. x33xs.

This sword.

Carrying endless pressure, it came straight at him.

Seeing this, the injured man showed a dead look, because when this sword came down, wherever the sword light passed, no grass would grow.

What a pity.

Before he died, he had to implicate a child.

He closed his eyes.

"Dang!"

But at this moment, a pleasant sound rang in his ears. He suddenly opened his eyes wide and was shocked to find that the little boy next to him had picked up a knife and knocked the sword away.

"Zheng!"

Accompanied by a buzzing sound, the giant sword pierced straight into the ground, half a foot deep into the ground.

"I told you not to fight at the door of my martial arts school, why didn't you listen?"

The little boy blushed and said unhappily.

. You provided the great god Feng Lingbei. You are already level 1000, and the highest level outside is 30.


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