The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 153 Fang Family and Yunchu (Subscribe)

Xiang Yang and the three looked at each other, smiled very clearly, and then agreed to what Lei Hu asked, which was nothing more than a match with the masters of Fangjiazhuang, and if they lost, they would get a thousand taels of silver , this good thing is hard to find with a lantern.

After the three retreated, Lei Jie walked out from the back hall on Lei Hu's right with heavy steps. He looked at Lei Hu with a trace of sorrow and gratitude on his face.

"Father, thank you for helping me. As long as Fang Lu is killed, I will leave Qingjiang Mansion immediately, and I will never hurt Lei's family again."

Lei Hu shook his head, looking straight ahead at the wide open door, as if he saw a huge mouth like an abyss opening wide, waiting for Lei Jie to dive in.

"To be honest, I still hope that you will leave immediately, not for fear of trouble, but for the sake of safety, I'm afraid Fangjiaji is no longer safe.

Jie'er, Fang Lu was just talking unintentionally back then, and he apologized to me afterwards, why don't you let him go, after all, you have killed his daughter with your own hands, when will the wrong be repaid. "

Lei Jie kept a cold face and didn't interrupt. After Lei Hu finished speaking, he stared at a pair of eyes not much smaller than Lei Hu's and gritted his teeth, saying,

"You, Lei Jie, are not a man, you can't be humane, what right do you have to marry my daughter, in one sentence, I remembered it for 13 years, every night I dreamed, and this sentence echoed in my ears.

Father, if you understand the pain in my heart, don't persuade me. I know that Fangjiaji is no longer safe. Even among the three people just now, at least one of them may be a spy from the God of Catchmen or the government who broke into my Lei's house. .

But I can't wait anymore, this time I will give it a try regardless of life or death. In other words, my heart has long since died, and what is standing in front of you is just a shell. "

Lei Hu didn't try to persuade him anymore. He knew his son's temper. He was an extremely paranoid person. A word that despised him was said by Fang Lu with hatred when he was deceived by him back then. Lei Jie had remembered it for so many years. Can see some clues.

Outside the door, Lei Zhuo was quietly lying on the side of the door. Hearing these words, he was a little puzzled, scratched his little head, and trotted all the way to Lei Jing's residence. Did his father and elder brother quarrel?
After noon, after lunch, Lei Hu rushed to Fang's house with Lei Jie and Xiang Yang, who were dressed in black, and there were only five of them this time.

The Fang family and the Lei family are not far apart, both are in the innermost part of the Fang family group, but the Fang family's Zhuangzi is more grand and ancient, with the mottled and vicissitudes of the years, every plant and tree is engraved with everything that happened in the past.

Fangjiaji itself is the first place where the Fang family came to settle, and later attracted people, and became a market town that is not much different from some small counties.

After entering Zhuangzi, Lei Hu and others, under the leadership of Fang's butler, walked through four or five courtyards all the way, before arriving at a large courtyard with elegant layout and a literati atmosphere.

Fang Lu stood outside the courtyard to welcome Lei Hu and the others. His expression was similar to that of that day. Although he faced an old man, he was in good spirits and looked very strong.

Beside him, there are four swordsmen holding long swords and wearing the same clothes, three young men, who are disciples of the Qingguang Sword Sect who almost had a conflict with Hou Shun that day, and a brother who seems to be three of them such elders.

In his 30s, his appearance is not handsome, but his facial features are correct, especially his eyes, which are as sharp as a sword, so that people dare not look directly at them. I am afraid that his internal strength and swordsmanship are not ordinary. At least Wu Dayan has a relaxed face At this time, it was full of dignity.

"It's Yun Chu from the Qingguang Sword Sect. His martial arts are extremely high. If he is the one fighting, I suggest giving up. This person is too dangerous."

Fang Lu and Lei Hu exchanged warm greetings in front, and Wu Dayandai followed Lei Jie, talking in a low voice. Hou Shun and Xiang Yang were puzzled by Wu Dayandai's words.

"I only know two of the Qingguangjian sect, one is Che Li, who has some contacts with me, and the other is this Yunchu, a second-generation disciple who is expected to succeed the master of the Qingguangjian sect.

This person is a full-fledged swordsman, he can't move his sword easily, and blood will be seen when he strikes the sword. I once heard Che Li say that many disciples of their generation are very afraid of this person.

The three of us are just helping, there is no need to fight this person. As for the other three young people, there is not so much worry. "

While Wu Da Yandai was speaking, he focused his attention on Xiang Yang. Xiang Yang was more than five or six years younger than the three young swordsmen, but his internal strength was not much different, which was really an anomaly.

The degree of internal strength does not simply refer to the number of meridians opened up, but also includes the depth of internal strength, the difference in internal strength, and so on.

For example, some people have only opened up one serious meridian in their whole life, but they have practiced hard for decades. This kind of profound cultivation and powerful internal strength are by no means comparable to those who have opened up the meridians of the whole body by relying on natural materials and earth treasures.

There are even geniuses in this world who have access to all meridians. Even so, they have to start from scratch in their practice of internal energy, omitting the process of opening up the meridians, but focusing on saving.

Xiang Yang has only opened up three meridians, so he is considered a relatively junior warrior, but Quanzhen's internal energy is concentrated in accumulation, which is weak in the early stage and strong in the later stage, and there is a system to reward the cultivation of internal energy several times, which is not as deep as those three blue light The more than ten years of penance practiced by the disciples of the Sword Sect is much worse.

Xiang Yang and the others were looking at the opposite side, and several people from the Qingguang Sword Sect were also watching them. Wu Da Yandai was the most advanced, and he got Yunchu's attention. After whispering to the young swordsman on the side, he learned that this old man He and Che Li actually still had some friendship, his complexion became much better, and there was even kindness in his eyes.

As for Hou Shun, he felt that Yun Chu looked at him with unkind eyes, but he was not weak, his eyes glared, and when he looked back, Yun Chu's eyes were a little more appreciative.

"Although he is an outspoken and reckless man, he is also a straightforward person. He is not the kind of villain who bullies the good and fears the evil. Just a little lesson."

Outsiders don't know what Yun Chu thinks in the inner school, so Hou Shun naturally doesn't know either, otherwise he must be furious.

Looking at Xiang Yang at the end, Yun Chu's pupils shrank. His internal strength was not shocking, but what surprised him was Xiang Yang's age.

Regardless of other prefectures, let’s just talk about Yongzhou. In general, casual cultivators in the Jianghu, unless they have the guidance of an expert, otherwise they want to have such attainments at such a young age. Most of them are only in famous schools.

"And his hand holding the knife has only a shallow layer of calluses. This is because he has practiced a very good internal palm strength, and the strength has been thoroughly practiced to remove the calluses?"

Whether it is newborn calluses or old calluses fading, Yunchu is the most sensitive, and he can tell at a glance.

After all, he was like Xiang Yang at the beginning. He practiced swordsmanship hard in the early stage, polished the foundation, and had thick calluses on his right hand. In the middle stage, he began to wear the calluses in his palm with vigorous internal force. This is to make the sword more sensitive.

Once the calluses are thick, whether it is holding a sword, holding a knife, or even holding any weapon, it will be like wearing a glove, separated by a layer.

It doesn't have much effect when you are low-handed, but even the slightest difference between high-handed players is fatal.

(End of this chapter)