The words sound just fell, Zhao Zongren suddenly stare big eyes, an invisible ShaQi through the body, frighten Zhao Zong interface around se pale, repeatedly back a few steps, just indecision indefinite stay leng in situ.

Seeing that his companion was shocked by his own momentum, Zhao Zongren consciously showed some face and was in a good mood, so he laughed and said, "I also have it."
"Brother Zong Renge must have experienced a lot of fencing, right?"
"Hum … I’m from a noble family. Where can I work hard with those guys from humble origins? Not worth it. "
"That, this ShaQi is?"
"It’s very simple. Send people to buy dozens of slaves at random, pick their hamstrings and hamstrings, and then kill them slowly."
Zhao Zongren took it for granted that he didn’t treat people as human beings, but after Zhao Zongjie heard it, his face showed a trace of approval and irresistible admiration: "Brother Zongren has secret code practice and human flesh sparring, so I think he will be able to become a swordsman and enter Fengzhou University for further study."
Although this is a little jealous, it makes Zhao Zongjie’s ass very comfortable.
He pretended to be modest before revealing his true thoughts: "If I stay at the peak of swordsmen for a long time, as long as I get into the top three in Muxi’s sword, I will get silver longan and absorb refining with the meditation method of moving qi and blood, and I will soon break through to the realm of swordsmen."
"At that time, it is not bad to take you to the main city of Fengzhou, Zihuan."
Got Zhao Zongren’s promise, Zhao Zongjie’s face was filled with ecstasy in an instant, and his tongue was bursting with lotus flowers, and he tried his best to flatter himself and wanted to make himself more stable in each other’s hearts.
Although they are far apart, Chen Shaobai’s hearing is extremely sensitive, and he takes every word of their words into his ears.
Listen to two people and shamelessly talk about how to slaughter slaves servants to increase ShaQi, Chen Shaobai’s face Se although modest, but his eyes are brewing a deep chill.
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Chapter 30 Enchanted Chen Chong
Although there is a word "on" in Muxi’s discussion on the sword, it is a real sword fight, and it is very normal for the disabled and even the dead.
Moreover, it involves a lot of power and money. Once the silver longan as a prize falls into the hands of the peak swordsman, it can even create a super strong man with a hundred enemies.
But in Chen Shaobai’s view, this four-year young swordsman competition is really not very formal. If you have to describe it in words, there are six words that can be well described-unorganized and undisciplined.
Zhao, Li, and Chen have been fighting with each other all the year round. At this moment of accumulating strength, it is naturally impossible to listen to each other’s orders, and Fengzhou Pastoral, the only animal husbandry in Muxi City that has the right and prestige to organize and lead, is incompetent.
The situation in the hospital is fragmented and there is no cohesion.
In this noisy, also let Chen Shaobai got a lot of useful information.
Standing near the south wall, Chen Shaobai looked up at the three branches of green osmanthus hanging from the outside into Beiyuan, smelling their rich meat fragrance, and their origins suddenly came to mind.
Located in the city, these three Ligong Lingshu were planted by three swordsmen named Chen, Zhao and Li, who are friends with each other. They hoped that the fruits of the Lingshu could shade future generations and make the three descendants more United and powerful.
However, providence is like a knife, and people can’t measure it. Two hundred years later, times have changed, but the contradiction between the three masters has intensified, and their descendants have become hostile.
This made him feel once again that his life was impermanent.
It took another hour for the sun to set and the competition really began.
Not in time.
At the beginning of the sword, all the people in the field fought with swords, and the situation was extremely tragic. The loser was either disabled or dead.
Sometimes, even the winner may not have the last laugh-Chen Shaobai witnessed a swordsman’s counterattack before he died, and actually cut off his opponent’s forearm.
Judging from the medical standard of this world, that man is crippled and almost ruined in the future.
"Sixty-four swordsmen participated in a total of six rounds of competitions, and it was fair to decide the distribution of silver longan by ranking high and low."
Fencing is not a turn-based game. You don’t need to fight each other one by one. Unless the strength of the two sides is very close, the battle will generally not last more than 20 breaths. Soon, it was Chen Shaobai’s turn to play.
The way to go is narrow, and the first enemy that Chen Shaobai has to face is Chen Chong, who has a murderous plan for him.
"Chen Chong, Zhao Zongren and I called the Three Masters of Oleoresin, and they all practiced swordsmanship with ease. Although it is nothing in the city of Zihuan, it is extremely excellent in this small Oleoresin. Chen Shaobai? Never heard of it. Chen Chong must not have much difficulty in dealing with such an unknown junior. " A young man in a blue shirt frosted the red sword on his waist with indifference.
"You practice fencing all the year round, naturally. This Chen Shaobai came to Muxi City only in March, and killed 34 door-to-door challengers in the fencing competition, including 23 swordsman-level challengers. The opponent who was killed by him fell at the door of his house, and the blood flowed into a small river, so he was crowned the name of’ Blood River’. "
"mortals love to spread the word, blood river? Just a swordsman, he dares to shout in a small place like Muxi City. If you were in Zihuan City, I’m afraid you would have become a laughing stock. If you don’t get three Ri, you will be killed by a master. "
"You haven’t been here these years, and the young generation of Chen Chong Xiaoao Muxi City is almost invincible. Chen Shaobai must not be his opponent."
"That makes sense. I only look at how many tricks Chen Shaobai can stick to under Chen Chong."
Similar comments are washed over like surging waves. If the people fighting swords in the field are not strong enough and determined enough, I’m afraid they can’t even hold their swords at their waist, and they will make a fool of themselves on the spot.
However, Chen Shaobai stood on the sword platform in the middle of the courtyard, his back was straight, and God Se was very cool. Those comments didn’t seem to have any influence on him at all. After he slightly moved his wrist, his waist was too loyal and the silver sword was instantly drawn.
Hey!
With a slight shake of the wrist, the sword gang covers the whole tip and body, and a silvery white sword flower blooms in the air, which not only breeds beauty, but also hides death.