The two walked into Wuliwangting and took off their bamboo hat and straw raincoat, revealing a dark blue cloth robe. The robe was a bit like a Taoist priest's robe, but the cloth belt was wrapped around their wrists and arms and tied up their sleeves.
On the chest of the green robe, there are two words Dongming embroidered in seal script on the left side of the green robe.
There is a long object hanging diagonally around each waist, wrapped in thick cloth bags, obviously to block the rain.
Mr. Zhuang was so moved that he almost cried. It was really... it was really here...
He ordered his followers to take the bamboo hats and straw raincoats of the two, and bring two bamboo chairs.
Two men in green robe did not sit down.
They pulled a rope around their waists, and the cloth bag wrapped in long objects was untied, revealing two long swords that were the same as one and looked quite ancient.
The copper-cast sword thighs and scabbards were both shiny.
When Ghost Dao Chen saw these two swords, his eyes widened, his scalp numb, and the scar on his head shell felt a little tingling.
Although the two clean green robes were plain, they seemed to emit a mysterious light in everyone's eyes.
The man in the green robe on the left was older, twenty-seven or eight years old, and his beard was neatly accented. His sharp eyes glanced around for a round, and naturally exuded a momentum that was afraid to look directly.
Dongming Sect, Shangtian Army.
When the man said this, he did not politely politely, and his tone did not seem to be introducing himself at all. Instead, he was ordering everyone to remember the name, obeyed the order, and accompanied his junior brother down the mountain to mediate the matter.
Mr. Zhuang looked at Maba proudly, then stepped forward and bowed.
Zhuang deserves to die. If he had known that the two swordsmen were coming from afar, he would have prepared carriages and horses at the foot of the mountain...
Shang Tianjun interrupted him: Except for those who are from Yi Chengman, disciples are not allowed to ride cars and horses when entering and leaving, and are lazy and lazy.
Mr. Zhuang smiled: I admire you!admire!Alas, this incident turned out to be just a small dispute in the city, and it was really...
I interrupted Shang Tianjun again: I said that I was just here with me.
Shang Tianjun pointed to his junior brother beside him and said: According to the instructions of his family, this matter will be decided by my junior brother Han.
He took a step back.
Everyone was surprised and looked at the much younger disciple of the Dongming Sect beside Shang Tianjun.
The Han surname is only sixteen or seventeen years old, not even a beard, has a slender and medium figure, and a delicate face with a little childishness.
Two thick eyebrows raised up heroically, but their expression was shy and their skin was tanned. If it weren't for the sword on their waist, they would have looked like a farmer's boy.
The boy almost wanted to bow to everyone, but when he remembered Senior Brother Shang's instructions along the way, he lowered his hands again.
These mortals are not equal to them, Senior Brother Shang said.
The boy clenched his fists, his eyes drooped and he looked at no one. His lips, which were as rosy as a child, trembled a little.
...Dongming School, Han Bai.
The sound was so low that only the people in the pavilion could hear it.
Mr. Zhuang frowned. Such an awkward boy and the name of this earth-bag were incompatible with the identity of the swordsman. It was nothing different from an ordinary rural child!
But judging from the momentum of Shang Tianjun, as well as the green robe and the long sword, these two people were determined not to be fake...
Mr. Zhuang respectfully bowed to this boy who was at least forty years younger than him: This is the whole story of this matter...
Han Bai hurriedly replied, and he turned around to ask Shang Tianjun for instructions, but Shang Tianjun did not move his eyebrows.
Han Bai had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue: Since Mr. Zhuang came to ask us, everything will be done according to Mr. Zhuang's wishes.
Mr. Zhuang suppressed his ecstasy and said to the inspector Zhou with a smile: Did you hear it too?Since you have received the instructions from the head of the Dongming Sect, then Zhuang will make a bold decision... Sir, just do as you said just now: Those who die will pay thirty taels of silver, and those who are injured will also compensate them for their own compensation...
He looked at Maba proudly again: Then he placed fifty tables and banquets in the "Taiping Tower". How about it?
Inspection inspector Zhou nodded violently: Maba, I think that's it!
Ma Ba was already deflated and was about to agree, but the ghost knife Chen pushed Ma Ba aside and took a step forward.
Han Baiying was so sharp that the ghost sword Chen looked. He looked back at his senior brother again, but Shang Tianjun still had no expression.
Shang Tianjun had long taught his junior brother how to deal with this kind of scene, and Han Bai also kept it in mind, but the boy still had to take a deep breath before he could say it.
Han Bai finished speaking in one breath, then straightened his chest and the hilt of the sword around his waist also increased.
This is obvious. Ghost Knife Chen looked at Shang Tianjun at this time.
Shang Tianjun certainly understood what Guidao Chen said, and he smiled and nodded.In other words, today, there is only one Dongming sword that will be pulled out of the sheath.
Ghost Knife Chen looked at the boy in front of him again. Of course, he had heard about everything about the Dongming Sect, which was rising strongly and stunning the world.
But he didn't believe that although these famous sects in the martial arts world were famous, they were inevitably accumulated by their predecessors.
Everyone takes weapons every day, and everyone is a man with both hands and legs. His sword has been trained in more than 20 years of life and death. The ghost knife Chen just doesn't believe there is a big gap, let alone the boy who has not been weaned yet.
The so-called famous and upright sects all listen to a lot, and it is rare to have the chance to see them.
The ghost knife Chen rubbed his palms.
Many people present also had this idea. I have heard a lot of legends about the Great Sword Sect, but I have never seen them with my own eyes. However, there is only one person here who has the courage to verify them with his body.
The challenge of Ghost Knife Chen is already very obvious, but Han Bai doesn't seem to be ready to face the enemy. Instead, he is scratching his hair, as if he doesn't know how to respond.
Shang Tianjun behind him did not show any concern when he saw his junior brother like this, but instead looked a little impatient.
Mr. Zhuang, Ma Ba and others had long retreated to the pavilion.
Ghost Knife Chen saw that Han Bai seemed not ready for a duel.He was born in Green Forest and did not plan to give him another chance.
Have a taste of it.
The voice was very small and spoke very quickly. I could only hear it without any murderous aura, but I had already grasped the hilt of the knife with my right hand.
At the same time, Ghost Knife Chen had already set three changes after this quick-slashing method, but the long sword stopped halfway through the sheath. Ghost Knife Chen, who was proud of his fast sword in his life, had the first and last time to experience what a real two hundred pairs of ordinary eyes inside and outside the pavilion, and even the process could not be seen.
They only saw the result: the long sword of Ghost Knife Chen was only halfway from the sheath, and the blade face penetrated a steel sword full of water-patterned, and the tip of the sword then stabbed into Ghost Knife Chen's chest wearing a cotton jacket vest.
This is how the long sword was nailed to the ghost knife Chen's own body, and he could no longer be unsheathed.
The person holding the long sword (it should have been said to have stabbed this sword, but everyone's eyes couldn't see the action of the stabbing sword) was naturally Han Bai who looked like a rural boy.
Few people noticed that behind Han Bai, Shang Tianjun's left palm was placed on his junior brother's right shoulder.
Gui Dao Chen's face was really white like a ghost, and his eyes were as dumbfounded as if he was seeing a ghost.
Only these three people present knew what happened just now: the ghost sword Chen put his right hand on the hilt of the knife; Han Bai's eyes instantly turned from a sheep into a wolf; the ghost sword Chen, the long sword was unsheathed two inches; Han Bai, the long sword was completely unsheathed; the long sword was unsheathed by a foot; the long sword, the stabbing force had been completed; the Dongming School's sword technique is the most basic, the entry-level sword technique, the third force, the name of the meteor chases the moon, is just the simplest one-handed stabbing action, but from the left foot on the ground, to the legs and buttocks, to the waist, to the chest and shoulders, to the elbows, to the wrist fingers of the sword, to the wrists and fingers of the sword, each muscle that should be activated is activated.
From bottom to top, from toes to fingers, the activity of each joint increases and transmits the accumulated power, and finally fully penetrates it to the tip of the sword. This is the secret trick of the martial arts qi and energy. Han Bai's head doesn't have to think about it if he wants to make such a highly coordinated action.
Over the past few days, I have practiced at least 2,000 times every day, and I have done more than tens of thousands of movements in total, so I don’t need to think about it anymore.
Han Bai's eyes reach the tip of his nose, front foot, and sword tip, three tips illuminate each other, an invisible straight line pointing directly at the throat of Gui Dao Chen.
This is the primary goal of the Meteor Chasing Moon.
Han Bai stabbed at his fantasy opponent countless times and practiced swords with his fellow disciples countless times. He aimed in this way, and it also became a habit of not having to think.
It is a irrefutable iron rule for the enemy to attack, of course, if the opponent is really called the enemy.
Therefore, Shang Tianjun slapped Han Bai's shoulder with his hand.
Because of this shot, Han Bai's unthinking star-chasing moon-like sword sank.
It turned out that the Dongming sword that should have already emerged from the back of the ghost sword Chen's neck penetrated into the long sword that had just been pulled to the height of his chest, passed through the blade and nailed it into the sheepskin jacket on the chest.
Then everything calms down, which is the result that everyone else sees.
Ghost Knife Chen's whole body was indeed stiff.But Han Bai was also staying on the spot, and a little cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.
This is the first time in his life that he was seventeen years old, he used real hostility to shoot a sword at a living person, and had already killed the other party.
Shang Tianjun patted his younger brother's palm twice on his shoulder.
Only then did Han Bai realize that he had lost his composure in front of everyone and suddenly withdrew his sword.
The Dongming sword pulled out from the hole in the blade, making a terrifying scratching sound.When the sword tip is pulled away, a few strands of cotton wool are also pulled out.
The cotton wool stained red by the blood of the ghost knife flew in the air.
Everyone in the pavilion was stunned when they looked at the flying catkins.
Only after the long sword was pulled away did the ghost sword Chen dare to inhale.
The tip of the sword pierced his chest two points through the cotton jacket, and did not hurt his lungs. If it weren't for the long sword's block and the slap of Shang Tianjun made the sword force slightly dissolve, the ghost sword Chen would have been a ghost.
Han Bai carefully examined the blade that pierced through the steel knife.After confirming that the sword body was not damaged, he breathed a sigh of relief and returned the sword to the sheath.
His heart was still pounding, and his eyes looked at his senior brother in confusion.
Shang Tianjun knew his junior’s questions.
People of this level are not qualified to die under the sword of the Dongming Sect.
The long sword of the ghost sword Chen fell to the ground with a choke.
Almost at the same time, the two hundred people outside the pavilion, the weapons in their hands fell on the muddy ground.
Some even knelt down.
These mortals are not equal to them.
When Han Bai saw this scene, he finally understood what his senior brother said. At the same time, he also remembered his master who was thousands of miles away. Although Chu Jiangnan did not teach him martial arts for a day, this did not hinder Han Bai's respect for him.
On the chest of the green robe, there are two words Dongming embroidered in seal script on the left side of the green robe.
There is a long object hanging diagonally around each waist, wrapped in thick cloth bags, obviously to block the rain.
Mr. Zhuang was so moved that he almost cried. It was really... it was really here...
He ordered his followers to take the bamboo hats and straw raincoats of the two, and bring two bamboo chairs.
Two men in green robe did not sit down.
They pulled a rope around their waists, and the cloth bag wrapped in long objects was untied, revealing two long swords that were the same as one and looked quite ancient.
The copper-cast sword thighs and scabbards were both shiny.
When Ghost Dao Chen saw these two swords, his eyes widened, his scalp numb, and the scar on his head shell felt a little tingling.
Although the two clean green robes were plain, they seemed to emit a mysterious light in everyone's eyes.
The man in the green robe on the left was older, twenty-seven or eight years old, and his beard was neatly accented. His sharp eyes glanced around for a round, and naturally exuded a momentum that was afraid to look directly.
Dongming Sect, Shangtian Army.
When the man said this, he did not politely politely, and his tone did not seem to be introducing himself at all. Instead, he was ordering everyone to remember the name, obeyed the order, and accompanied his junior brother down the mountain to mediate the matter.
Mr. Zhuang looked at Maba proudly, then stepped forward and bowed.
Zhuang deserves to die. If he had known that the two swordsmen were coming from afar, he would have prepared carriages and horses at the foot of the mountain...
Shang Tianjun interrupted him: Except for those who are from Yi Chengman, disciples are not allowed to ride cars and horses when entering and leaving, and are lazy and lazy.
Mr. Zhuang smiled: I admire you!admire!Alas, this incident turned out to be just a small dispute in the city, and it was really...
I interrupted Shang Tianjun again: I said that I was just here with me.
Shang Tianjun pointed to his junior brother beside him and said: According to the instructions of his family, this matter will be decided by my junior brother Han.
He took a step back.
Everyone was surprised and looked at the much younger disciple of the Dongming Sect beside Shang Tianjun.
The Han surname is only sixteen or seventeen years old, not even a beard, has a slender and medium figure, and a delicate face with a little childishness.
Two thick eyebrows raised up heroically, but their expression was shy and their skin was tanned. If it weren't for the sword on their waist, they would have looked like a farmer's boy.
The boy almost wanted to bow to everyone, but when he remembered Senior Brother Shang's instructions along the way, he lowered his hands again.
These mortals are not equal to them, Senior Brother Shang said.
The boy clenched his fists, his eyes drooped and he looked at no one. His lips, which were as rosy as a child, trembled a little.
...Dongming School, Han Bai.
The sound was so low that only the people in the pavilion could hear it.
Mr. Zhuang frowned. Such an awkward boy and the name of this earth-bag were incompatible with the identity of the swordsman. It was nothing different from an ordinary rural child!
But judging from the momentum of Shang Tianjun, as well as the green robe and the long sword, these two people were determined not to be fake...
Mr. Zhuang respectfully bowed to this boy who was at least forty years younger than him: This is the whole story of this matter...
Han Bai hurriedly replied, and he turned around to ask Shang Tianjun for instructions, but Shang Tianjun did not move his eyebrows.
Han Bai had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue: Since Mr. Zhuang came to ask us, everything will be done according to Mr. Zhuang's wishes.
Mr. Zhuang suppressed his ecstasy and said to the inspector Zhou with a smile: Did you hear it too?Since you have received the instructions from the head of the Dongming Sect, then Zhuang will make a bold decision... Sir, just do as you said just now: Those who die will pay thirty taels of silver, and those who are injured will also compensate them for their own compensation...
He looked at Maba proudly again: Then he placed fifty tables and banquets in the "Taiping Tower". How about it?
Inspection inspector Zhou nodded violently: Maba, I think that's it!
Ma Ba was already deflated and was about to agree, but the ghost knife Chen pushed Ma Ba aside and took a step forward.
Han Baiying was so sharp that the ghost sword Chen looked. He looked back at his senior brother again, but Shang Tianjun still had no expression.
Shang Tianjun had long taught his junior brother how to deal with this kind of scene, and Han Bai also kept it in mind, but the boy still had to take a deep breath before he could say it.
Han Bai finished speaking in one breath, then straightened his chest and the hilt of the sword around his waist also increased.
This is obvious. Ghost Knife Chen looked at Shang Tianjun at this time.
Shang Tianjun certainly understood what Guidao Chen said, and he smiled and nodded.In other words, today, there is only one Dongming sword that will be pulled out of the sheath.
Ghost Knife Chen looked at the boy in front of him again. Of course, he had heard about everything about the Dongming Sect, which was rising strongly and stunning the world.
But he didn't believe that although these famous sects in the martial arts world were famous, they were inevitably accumulated by their predecessors.
Everyone takes weapons every day, and everyone is a man with both hands and legs. His sword has been trained in more than 20 years of life and death. The ghost knife Chen just doesn't believe there is a big gap, let alone the boy who has not been weaned yet.
The so-called famous and upright sects all listen to a lot, and it is rare to have the chance to see them.
The ghost knife Chen rubbed his palms.
Many people present also had this idea. I have heard a lot of legends about the Great Sword Sect, but I have never seen them with my own eyes. However, there is only one person here who has the courage to verify them with his body.
The challenge of Ghost Knife Chen is already very obvious, but Han Bai doesn't seem to be ready to face the enemy. Instead, he is scratching his hair, as if he doesn't know how to respond.
Shang Tianjun behind him did not show any concern when he saw his junior brother like this, but instead looked a little impatient.
Mr. Zhuang, Ma Ba and others had long retreated to the pavilion.
Ghost Knife Chen saw that Han Bai seemed not ready for a duel.He was born in Green Forest and did not plan to give him another chance.
Have a taste of it.
The voice was very small and spoke very quickly. I could only hear it without any murderous aura, but I had already grasped the hilt of the knife with my right hand.
At the same time, Ghost Knife Chen had already set three changes after this quick-slashing method, but the long sword stopped halfway through the sheath. Ghost Knife Chen, who was proud of his fast sword in his life, had the first and last time to experience what a real two hundred pairs of ordinary eyes inside and outside the pavilion, and even the process could not be seen.
They only saw the result: the long sword of Ghost Knife Chen was only halfway from the sheath, and the blade face penetrated a steel sword full of water-patterned, and the tip of the sword then stabbed into Ghost Knife Chen's chest wearing a cotton jacket vest.
This is how the long sword was nailed to the ghost knife Chen's own body, and he could no longer be unsheathed.
The person holding the long sword (it should have been said to have stabbed this sword, but everyone's eyes couldn't see the action of the stabbing sword) was naturally Han Bai who looked like a rural boy.
Few people noticed that behind Han Bai, Shang Tianjun's left palm was placed on his junior brother's right shoulder.
Gui Dao Chen's face was really white like a ghost, and his eyes were as dumbfounded as if he was seeing a ghost.
Only these three people present knew what happened just now: the ghost sword Chen put his right hand on the hilt of the knife; Han Bai's eyes instantly turned from a sheep into a wolf; the ghost sword Chen, the long sword was unsheathed two inches; Han Bai, the long sword was completely unsheathed; the long sword was unsheathed by a foot; the long sword, the stabbing force had been completed; the Dongming School's sword technique is the most basic, the entry-level sword technique, the third force, the name of the meteor chases the moon, is just the simplest one-handed stabbing action, but from the left foot on the ground, to the legs and buttocks, to the waist, to the chest and shoulders, to the elbows, to the wrist fingers of the sword, to the wrists and fingers of the sword, each muscle that should be activated is activated.
From bottom to top, from toes to fingers, the activity of each joint increases and transmits the accumulated power, and finally fully penetrates it to the tip of the sword. This is the secret trick of the martial arts qi and energy. Han Bai's head doesn't have to think about it if he wants to make such a highly coordinated action.
Over the past few days, I have practiced at least 2,000 times every day, and I have done more than tens of thousands of movements in total, so I don’t need to think about it anymore.
Han Bai's eyes reach the tip of his nose, front foot, and sword tip, three tips illuminate each other, an invisible straight line pointing directly at the throat of Gui Dao Chen.
This is the primary goal of the Meteor Chasing Moon.
Han Bai stabbed at his fantasy opponent countless times and practiced swords with his fellow disciples countless times. He aimed in this way, and it also became a habit of not having to think.
It is a irrefutable iron rule for the enemy to attack, of course, if the opponent is really called the enemy.
Therefore, Shang Tianjun slapped Han Bai's shoulder with his hand.
Because of this shot, Han Bai's unthinking star-chasing moon-like sword sank.
It turned out that the Dongming sword that should have already emerged from the back of the ghost sword Chen's neck penetrated into the long sword that had just been pulled to the height of his chest, passed through the blade and nailed it into the sheepskin jacket on the chest.
Then everything calms down, which is the result that everyone else sees.
Ghost Knife Chen's whole body was indeed stiff.But Han Bai was also staying on the spot, and a little cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.
This is the first time in his life that he was seventeen years old, he used real hostility to shoot a sword at a living person, and had already killed the other party.
Shang Tianjun patted his younger brother's palm twice on his shoulder.
Only then did Han Bai realize that he had lost his composure in front of everyone and suddenly withdrew his sword.
The Dongming sword pulled out from the hole in the blade, making a terrifying scratching sound.When the sword tip is pulled away, a few strands of cotton wool are also pulled out.
The cotton wool stained red by the blood of the ghost knife flew in the air.
Everyone in the pavilion was stunned when they looked at the flying catkins.
Only after the long sword was pulled away did the ghost sword Chen dare to inhale.
The tip of the sword pierced his chest two points through the cotton jacket, and did not hurt his lungs. If it weren't for the long sword's block and the slap of Shang Tianjun made the sword force slightly dissolve, the ghost sword Chen would have been a ghost.
Han Bai carefully examined the blade that pierced through the steel knife.After confirming that the sword body was not damaged, he breathed a sigh of relief and returned the sword to the sheath.
His heart was still pounding, and his eyes looked at his senior brother in confusion.
Shang Tianjun knew his junior’s questions.
People of this level are not qualified to die under the sword of the Dongming Sect.
The long sword of the ghost sword Chen fell to the ground with a choke.
Almost at the same time, the two hundred people outside the pavilion, the weapons in their hands fell on the muddy ground.
Some even knelt down.
These mortals are not equal to them.
When Han Bai saw this scene, he finally understood what his senior brother said. At the same time, he also remembered his master who was thousands of miles away. Although Chu Jiangnan did not teach him martial arts for a day, this did not hinder Han Bai's respect for him.
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