() Seeing that Chen Feifan was so young and dressed so casually, the foreigner didn't seem to take him at ease and asked, "Then shall we compete with bare hands or with weapons?"
"Everything is fine. [Read the full text]" Chen Feifan's attitude was not arrogant, but full of confidence.
When the scholar saw another person coming to challenge him, he naturally took a few more glances at Chen Feifan. He felt that this person was about the same age as him, and that the foreigner was about thirty years old. If the two of them really fought, the foreigner would probably win. So, he hurriedly said: "You two should just have a fist and kick competition. The sword has no eyes and will only hurt the harmony."
Chen Feifan smiled at him, and then said to the foreigner: "Then let's compete with weapons."
"Okay." The foreigner nodded his head and took out the long knife in his hand. The bright knife was placed in front of him.
Chen Feifan also pulled out the sword at the same time, and everyone around him suddenly exclaimed. This was the first time they had seen a headless and weird sword.
"Friend, your sword..." The foreigner didn't know what to say for a moment. It was also the first time in his life that he had seen such an opponent. He was afraid that the opponent was a madman. Then it would be useless to fight or not to fight. .
Chen Feifan remained calm and composed, and replied with a smile: "There is no sword head, I know. I'm not a madman, that's the strange thing about this sword. My friend, this Fierce Sun Sword will most likely be mine. .”
"Come on. You will know after a comparison." The foreigner said no more and rushed over first with a knife.
The scholar on the side saw that the two of them were really facing each other with swords, and he hurriedly shouted: "Take care, you two, and stop it, so as not to hurt the harmony."
Seeing that the opponent attacked first, Chen Feifan simply stood still, waiting for the opponent's attack. He had carefully watched the previous martial arts competitions. In his opinion, this foreigner only knew some martial arts and sword skills and did not need to take himself too seriously.
Sure enough, the opponent's long knife struck without any urgency, without any power, and was full of flaws. Chen Feifan hurriedly sent his long sword under the opponent's long sword, then raised it up and deflected the man's first attack.
The foreigner was startled and hurriedly took a few steps back. This time, he drew the knife much faster than before, but it was still a little slower in Chen Feifan's eyes.
If he could knock the opponent down in just a few blows, Chen Feifan would be afraid of causing unnecessary trouble. Thinking about this, Chen Feifan slowed down his movements a bit, just enough to resist the opponent's long knife. This time, after several rounds, it seemed that they were evenly matched, and the onlookers around them clapped their hands and praised them.
The foreigner also became more and more courageous as he fought, which made Chen Feifan feel a little miserable. He had no choice but to abandon all sword techniques and use Fantiangu's Wuxin sword technique instead.
After more than ten rounds of fighting between the two, Chen Feifan felt that it was almost done, so he stabbed him with a sword. The foreigner faced him with a sword, but unexpectedly, the phantom spirit sword was raised up and changed from stabbing to slashing, and the opponent's long sword was hardened. It was chopped down raw. According to common sense, if the sword blade strikes the back, it means hitting the stone with an egg. This contrary to common sense, everyone around was shocked.
Before the foreigner could recover from his surprise, Chen Feifan pressed his sword against his neck.
"Accept!" Chen Feifan smiled and sheathed his sword.
Although the foreigner was unwilling to give in, he still put on a smile and replied: "It's because you are more skilled that I lost."
Since he lost, the foreigner stopped staying, put away his knife and bag, hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd, and drifted away without looking back.
How many people with such martial arts skills and such vagabonds are there in this world? Chen Feifan didn't know. He really wanted to know, if there were enough of these rogues, and those decent people from well-known families, would the Dark Wind Alliance not be afraid?
Chen Feifan was stunned for a while. Seeing that no one was around to challenge him, the scholar handed the knife to him. It seemed that there was nothing good to watch, and the surrounding villagers dispersed and went about their own business.
"Aren't you afraid that I will take the knife and leave?" Chen Feifan asked with a smile, taking the Lieyang Knife with both hands. It felt a little heavy in his hand. He pulled out the scabbard and looked at the blade. In addition to a fiery red color, there were also engraved marks on it. With some weird lines. He tried to look at it by feeling the sword, and found that he could actually see the fiery red color hidden in the sword. This was indeed a good sword.
The scholar smiled shyly and replied: "I can trust you. I wonder what I call the young hero?"
"My surname is Chen." Chen Feifan replied while playing with the Lie Yang Knife.
"Although I don't know martial arts, I can see that Chen Shaoxia is an extraordinary man. I hope that the young master can treat this knife well."
"Definitely." Chen Feifan nodded. Seeing everyone around him disperse, he pulled the scholar to a corner, took out two taels of gold from the bag and handed it to him.
The scholar looked at it, waved his hand and said, "Young Master Chen, this is impossible. Xiaosheng only needs eight taels of silver."
"In my opinion, your sword is indeed worth more than eight taels of silver. Having more money is not a bad thing, my man."
"Young hero, this is not acceptable, it breaks the rules." The scholar refused.
Chen Feifan also felt filial piety when he saw him selling knives and treating his mother, and suddenly he became kind-hearted. Seeing this, he hurriedly smiled and said: "I only gave you two taels of gold because of your filial piety."
"But this... is too much. Xiaosheng, you deserve it."
Chen Feifan deliberately turned his face and said: "Stop it quickly, it will be bad if others see it."
The scholar couldn't resist him, so he hid the two taels of gold in his arms and hurriedly saluted, "What should I do? My surname is Kuo. I hope you remember it, and I will repay you someday."
Upon hearing this, Chen Feifan chuckled and said, "Chen Feifan, besides studying, what else do you do?"
"This..." The scholar thought for a long time, shook his head and replied: "Forgive me for being stupid, except reading, I don't seem to know anything. However, I am good at chopping firewood, cooking, and decoction."
As soon as he said these words, Chen Feifan laughed loudly, and then continued: "I will make good use of this sword. If you come to me when it comes, you can go to Danyun Residence in Xinglong Town and tell me my name, and you will naturally Someone entertains you.”
"Definitely, definitely." The scholar nodded, not knowing what to say.
Chen Feifan smiled and patted his shoulder, turned around and left. When the scholar saw him leaving, he quickly ran away for fear of delaying his mother's condition. Chen Feifan originally had no intention of making friends with this kind of nerd, but he felt that letting him stay with Han Lin and Ke Qi might be of some use, so he might as well give it a try.
A few days later, Chen Feifan rode to Sifang Town. He planned to stay here for a day, and then go to Woniu Mountain to discuss with the brothers what to do next.
Chen Feifan was slowly wandering on the street on horseback. Suddenly, a man dressed as a man came towards him, stood still in front of him and said: "Mr. Chen, my son invites you to go to the Wangde Tea House opposite to reminisce about the past."
"Your young master?" This person looked so unfamiliar that Chen Feifan thought that he might have recognized the wrong person. But then he thought about it and thought that he actually knew his last name. He also felt that someone should know him, but he couldn't guess who it was.
The servant grinned and said, "My young master is a cold-faced young master."
