That day, Liu Sheng came to Chen Qingyan's home and used the magic beads to cure Lin Bo's illness.
When the divine bead left Yagyu's body, it was dazzling and had a holy halo. It could heal all internal and external injuries as well as some stubborn diseases. The mysterious power contained in it made Chen Qingyan who was watching on the side feel extremely comfortable. He didn't understand why he was the same assessor. There are all kinds of accompanying treasures, but he has nothing.
While I was envious, I also had some suspicions in my heart.
The next day, the second batch of foreign warriors settled in the inner city, and within a few days, a third dojo was opened on Chunhe Street.
During this period, there were fewer fightings in the city.
It seems that several forces are restraining themselves.
However, with the arrival of the fourth group of people and before the new dojo was opened, a fierce battle broke out on the green Chunhe Street.
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"Five-eyed flow may not be suitable for you." Chen Qingyan sent Yagyu out of the city and gave him advice again.
However, Yagyu was quite confident. He smiled slightly and changed the subject:
"Mingxi, your reminder saved my father's life."
"Is someone looking for trouble?" Chen Qingyan asked, his eyes subconsciously scanning the bright red wound on the young man's cheek.
Yagyu's cheek twitched a few times and nodded, "Fortunately, I arrived in time."
Chen Qingyan was curious and asked why he didn't use divine beads to heal the wounds.
Yagyu didn't say much, waved and left gracefully.
Outside the city, there was a carriage waiting. It was Yagyu's family. Something seemed to have happened to their family and they were determined to move away from the city.
Chen Qingyan looked at Liu Sheng's leaving figure, knowing that the two would meet again.
On the way back, Chen Qingyan saw a swordsman with a crooked neck. As he passed by, an invisible momentum gathered and became stronger and stronger. The willow branch fell on the swordsman's shoulder and broke into pieces. The crack was like a thin knife cutting through it.
There are only a few pedestrians on the street, but when ignorant people pass by them, they will get some wounds inexplicably, but they don't notice it. It is not until the blood stains their clothes that they realize that they have been injured, and they are inexplicably panicked.
Chen Qingyan stood at the street entrance, silently watching the swordsman walk into Chunhe Street.
This swordsman is very powerful. He is gathering momentum.
The sword's momentum has reached its peak and can be used in reality. If you fight with the enemy again at this time, if the opponent does not have an equal momentum to counteract, the victory or defeat will only be decided in an instant, life and death in an instant.
"This kind of sword power has brought out a real master."
Chen Qingyan put his hands in his sleeves and followed silently.
"The last dojo is here."
Chen Qingyan was thinking about it and didn't understand why everyone liked to come here to open a dojo.
"Let's see."
When he stepped into Chunhe Street, he found the crooked-neck knifeman holding a knife on his neck and holding two knives, and he was confronting a burly man with no eyebrows.
Only then did Chen Qingyan realize that bodies were lying on the ground in Chunhe Street.
Each corpse was in terrible shape, as if something heavy had penetrated the body. Either the head was cracked and the brains flowed all over the floor, or the chest was dented and fist marks were everywhere.
Compared with the crooked-neck swordsman, this bare-handed man is even more brutal.
The two sides' qi machines collided, and the wind stopped.
Chen Qingyan was watching from the corner of the street. Like him, there were many civilians and warriors who were hiding in houses, dark alleys, watching through cracks in doors, windows, or openly watching.
Suddenly, a cold light reflected in Chen Qingyan's eyes, and he heard the sweet sound of the sword. The swordsman with a crooked neck exchanged places with the burly man without eyebrows.
Both sides faced each other and stood still.
Boom!
A house collapsed.
A willow tree broke.
Chen Qingyan touched the back of his hand to calm down the small knots that had arisen due to stress, but his eyes were fixed unblinkingly on the two people who were fighting fiercely after the sound.
"Interesting, it has reached this point, but why is Yue Ming Dojo not the first to take action?"
Chen Qingyan licked his lips, feeling a little excited.
Both sides are quite powerful and have rich practical combat experience. It is obvious that they have never stopped experiencing life and death in the process of practice, and they are true combatants.
Compared with the three-sword style of the crooked-necked swordsman, Chen Qingyan was more interested in the bare-handed warrior. He didn't know what style he belonged to. His fists were as hard as iron jade, and when they collided with the sharp blades, they collided with the fierce force of the swords. Up and down were unscathed.
Gradually, he even closed his eyes arrogantly, and relied on his ability to capture the energy of energy to dodge the slashing attack in a thrilling manner.
"In the fight for fame, at a moment when the dojo's foothold is at stake, it's totally unreasonable to ask a swordsman to practice boxing."
Chen Qingyan looked up and saw a man squatting on the wooden railing on the wooden floor. The words just now came from this person's mouth.
He only glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze and continued to watch the duel between the two sides.
The battle lasted for nearly twenty minutes, with three houses destroyed and two innocent bystanders killed. In the end, the crooked-neck swordsman won by chopping his opponent, while the eyebrowless warrior escaped with injuries.
The moment the battle ended, Chen Qingyan left Chunhe Street without any regrets and returned home.
backyard.
Chen Qingyan picked up three wooden sticks, clamped one of them around his neck, and stood still.
After a while, a figure suddenly flashed in the courtyard, and a shrill whistle sounded.
If anyone were watching at this time, they would find that Chen Qingyan was using the skills of a crooked-neck swordsman.
A few minutes later, Chen Qingyan threw away all the sticks and twisted his head in discomfort.
"You need to train your neck, otherwise you won't be able to bring out the essence of this style of swordsmanship. If you want to bring out the strongest combat power, you have to go through a long period of preparation, which will make people deformed. It's not worth practicing in depth."
Accompanied by the murmur, Chen Qingyan took up his stance. The next moment, a figure rushed in. The wooden pile in the courtyard exploded with a bang, and a fist mark was deeply imprinted on the pile.
Chen Qingyan observed the exploding sawdust around the fist mark, frowning in thought.
After a while, the fist mark appeared again on the wooden pile, but this time the wood chips around it no longer exploded, as if it existed in itself.
"Contrary to the swordsman's outward display of sword power, fist and kick skills require all the strength to be gathered into one place. To reach that point, it will take at least ten years of hard work."
Chen Qingyan knew that he was just temporarily learning secretly. Whether it was swordsmanship or boxing, he only learned the 'form', but not the 'spirit'. Compared with the two people who fought against each other, they were far different.
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"Master!"
The blind disciple of the Yue Ming Dojo knelt on the ground, "I can master Yue Ming style sword skills again, please don't drive me away."
Surrounded by a group of indifferent dojo disciples.
The contemporary Taoist leader of Yue Ming Dojo had a calm face. He didn't even glance at the disciple who was almost lying on the floor. Instead, he announced the start of the competition in front of everyone.
The blind disciple of the Yue Ming Dojo was still kneeling. Even though he heard that his junior brothers who had previously been respectful to him were trying their best to grab his position, he still did not get up.
He just begged Master not to drive him away.
Yueming Dojo is his home.
But since he lost to his opponent and became blind, he has lost any value to Yue Ming Dojo.
A blind man will never be able to use the Yue Ming Liu Sword Technique.
No one looked at him, except for a veiled woman at the back of the venue.
Thanks to "Suona is King" for the 500 starting coin reward and winking.
The paper is basically passed. I will submit the final draft tomorrow. I will go back to my hometown to visit my grave the day after tomorrow. I will update it twice a day after returning! Keep updating until the book is finished!
