Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 350

After these hooligans were brought in, the jailer disappeared immediately, and then they started a round of beating against Jian Chen with grinning grinning.

Jian Chen's hands and feet were all chained, and he couldn't use his internal strength in the first place, and his body had many injuries from beatings. This time, he was even more passive, and could almost only squat on the ground and be beaten crazily to vent his anger.

After beating for half the night, he broke several ribs all over his body, and the gang refused to give up, and were released by the jailer.

The official came over with a smile, "Which son is so new to the world, he insists on looking for a meal of flesh and blood, thinking that anyone can be a chivalrous man?
Seeing that you have an extraordinary bearing, you should come from a wealthy family. I won't make things difficult for you. Tell me where your family is, and I will inform your family. As long as you pay enough money, I will guarantee you to go out. "

Jian Chen coughed up blood and said, "What if my family can't pay the money?"

The official's face turned cold, and he said viciously: "Hey, there are many rotting corpses in this dark prison. I will ensure that you will be with them for the rest of your life, so that the heavens and the earth will not work!"

At this time, a person appeared behind him, extremely tall.

"Oh, the heavens should not be called the earth, you may try it now."

Fan Zhuoyuan appeared behind the official, startling him.

The officer turned around and said, "You! Who are you! How did you get in here! Come on! Somebody broke into the prison with the intention of robbing it!"

He frantically bypassed Fan Zhuoyuan and fled outside, but several cell bosses in the prison had already fallen to the ground and died.

There were even more dead bodies lying outside the door, including the eight hooligans who had beaten Jian Chen before.

The official was frightened and froze, Fan Zhuoyuan struck a palm from the air and killed it casually.

Then he shattered the prison door with one palm, tore off his handcuffs and anklets, and walked away without saying a word.

Jian Chen covered the wound, gritted his teeth and followed out, seeing the bloody ground outside, he felt a surge of joy in his heart.

Immediately, I couldn't help thinking, if I had seen this scene before, maybe I would have prevented this person from killing. After only leaving the Zhonghua Pavilion for a day, why did my mind suddenly change so much?

For the next three months, Jian Chen followed Fan Zhuoyuan and walked around aimlessly, seeing all kinds of ghosts and ghosts in the rivers and lakes.

If it was when he was at his best in martial arts, he would be able to defeat these ghostly tricks with a single sword, and he would just treat them as jokes.

Now he doesn't need any internal strength, and he personally participates in it, so he deeply understands how dangerous the world is, how terrifying the human heart is, and everything is by no means black and white, there are always two sides, or there is no right or wrong at all .

After three months, Jian Chen became haggard and haggard, with new wounds added to his body.

Every injury stems from his persistence in the way of chivalry, and every time he persists, he will inevitably suffer double injuries of body and mind.

But the nameless teachings are always in his heart, and he does have a chivalrous heart, so he persisted all the way, but his will became stronger, and he became more aware of the difficulty and value of adhering to the chivalrous way.

To know the dangerous things that Jianchen encountered along the way, ordinary people may encounter them two or three times in a lifetime, which is enough to change their life destiny.

However, Jian Chen basically practiced every day, so his heart grew extremely fast, and his will was stronger than before. While he became more silent, his mind was also becoming more mature.

Until one day, Fan Zhuoyuan suddenly took Jian Chen away from the town, entered a bamboo forest wilderness, and stopped suddenly.

The voice spread around and said: "Mr. Unnamed, you have been with me for the past three months, is it time to meet?"

Jian Chen was surprised, raised his eyes to look around, and suddenly saw a figure coming from the depths of the bamboo forest like walking on the wind, and stopped in front of the two of them.

Jian Chen exclaimed in surprise, "Master!"

Wuming nodded slightly to Jianchen, looked at Fan Zhuoyuan with his hands behind his back, and said, "Thank you, my friend's painstaking guidance to Chen'er for the past three months. All these things are indeed lacking in Wuming's past teachings. I can see that, Although Chen'er has suffered a lot, she has indeed matured a lot."

Fan Zhuoyuan threw the hero sword to Wuming, took off the dragon-slaying knife on his back, and said, "Since this is the case, Mister Wuming should be able to teach you and fight Fan."

Wuming smiled and said, "Mister's surname is Fan."

"No talent, my humble name is Fan Zhuoyuan."

"Wuming wants to know, why does Mr. Fan want to fight with Zai?"

Fan Zhuoyuan said calmly: "I just want to know what level Fan belongs to in this world."

This reason made Wuming very surprised. In fact, what surprised him even more was how the other party knew that he lived in seclusion in the Zhonghua Pavilion.

After all, he has sealed his sword and retired to seclusion for many years, and not many people in the martial arts world know him.

This time he owed Fan Zhuoyuan a favor, and he couldn't refuse to agree to this battle. Not only did he have to agree, but he also had to pay attention to his mercy. At the same time, Wuming was also very curious about Fan Zhuoyuan's martial arts, and he just wanted to see it.

So the two stood facing each other, Fan Zhuoyuan held the knife in his hand, and threw the antidote to Jianchen.

Jian Chen was slightly startled, but he accepted it calmly. He suddenly sensed that his inner strength was recovering rapidly, and he couldn't help but feel the joy of regaining what was lost. He stepped back and carefully observed the battle between this person and his master.

Three months ago, this person easily defeated his own inexplicable swordsmanship with a chopstick, and his martial arts were so high that it was unimaginable.

He and Master, who is superior and who is inferior?
Wuming showed respect and also drew the hero sword.

At this time, the hero sword in Wuming's hand is completely different from that in Jianchen's hand.

In Jian Chen's hands, the Hero Sword was just a famous sword, except for its sharpness and toughness, there was nothing extraordinary about it.

But in Wuming's hands, the sword seemed to come alive, with a soul, blooming with brilliance, and full of righteousness that stood between heaven and earth.

Famous swords have spirits, and they also recognize their masters. Those who do not recognize famous swords cannot control the sword.

Seeing the changes in the Hero Sword, Jian Chen couldn't help but widen his eyes. He couldn't help but think of Fan Zhuoyuan saying to him when he kept the Hero Sword: "You are not worthy of this sword, because you have no heroism."

He gritted his teeth slightly, thinking of all the experiences he had experienced in the past three months, he had been in danger, he had been confused, he had been frightened, he had been shaken, all these, he was like a mortal, how could he be called a hero.

Jian Chen couldn't help looking at the saber in Fan Zhuoyuan's hand. If the sword in Master's hand had a spirit, then the saber in this man's hand must be worthy of his name!
But looking at it this way, the thick-backed broadsword, the two-handed broadsword that was black except for the sharp blade, did not have any aura, and it was as gloomy and silent as a dead thing.

"Huh? This knife...isn't it a famous knife?"

Dragon Slaying Saber is a treasured sword, but it is only a precious sword among mortal swords. There is no soul in the sword. Naturally, it cannot be called a famous sword in this world!

Wuming also saw this, "If you are good at using knives, then this knife is not good enough for you."

Fan Zhuoyuan said: "My saber technique has never reached the level of human saber integration, it is the same with any saber."

Wuming was a little puzzled, but Fan Zhuoyuan had already attacked with a knife.

A black cloud overwhelmed the city with the intent of a fierce fight, instantly pervading the audience, and the surrounding bamboo forests were windless, and they looked up in all directions with Fan Zhuoyuan as the center.

And the knife in his hand pointed directly at Wuming, but it was the ten styles of undefeated bloody battles on the battlefield-showing his sharpness!
(End of this chapter)