Longevity Martial Arts: Beginning with Sword Drawing

Chapter 271 Snow flutters and the north wind blows!
The news of the old man Zhenjian's preaching spread throughout Linjiang County, and there was a lot of discussion in the city, and many warriors were looking forward to it.

The streets and alleys, restaurants and teahouses are filled with news of the preaching of the old man Zhenjian.

"It is rumored that the old man Zhenjian practiced martial arts at the age of five, attained great energy and blood at the age of eight, perfected the vitality and blood at the age of 12, broke through the dragon veins at the age of 15, and became a master at the age of 32..."

"Your news is wrong, why did I hear that old man Zhenjian is a representative of late bloomers, he only started to practice martial arts at the age of 30, and he was promoted to grandmaster when he was about to enter the [-]th mark..."

"Your news is wrong, I heard that the old man Zhenjian is the master who broke through at the age of eighty?"

"The gossip is true or false, there is no way to verify it, but one thing is absolutely true!"

"Which point?"

"The old man Zhenjian is an out-and-out casual cultivator, and he has never been on the Qianlong list before..."

"I have never been on the Qianlong list... Does this mean that even if you are not a genius on the Qianlong list, you can become a great master?"

"It is rumored that the martial arts talent of the sword formation old man is not strong, but he has a special liking for swords, and he is obsessed with swordsmanship. Later, by a coincidence, he even got the inheritance of a formation master, combining formations and swordsmanship together..."

"No matter what, the old man Zhenjian preached, I must go and listen..."

"Yes, I will definitely go too. It is rumored that the seven disciples of the old man Zhenjian are all grand masters now. If I am favored and accepted by the old man Zhenjian, wouldn't I also start as a grand master..."

"Heh, don't dream, the sword old man has not accepted apprentices since ten years ago!"

"Hey, you said that the old man Zhenjian is so capable of cultivating disciples, why did he suddenly stop accepting disciples! It's a pity..."

"Cut, what a pity, even if the old man Zhenjian still accepts disciples, it's not for you. Just stay where you are cool, Jing loves to daydream."

……

The preaching of the master of Zhenjian, the great master, not only made the warriors in Linjiang county excited and looking forward to it.

Warriors from all over the 76 counties of Dafeng Kyushu are also ready to move, and those who are close have already started a long-distance raid, rushing to Linjiang county city day and night.

Groups of warriors rushed to Linjiang County.

In just a few days, the city was overpopulated.

The major restaurants in the city are already full of people, and many residents tidy up the spare rooms in their homes to rent them out to earn rent.

The rent of the vacant house has been turned over and over again, but it still can't stand the warriors pouring into Linjiang County City.

In the end, even the nearby villages and small towns outside the city were full, and there were still many warriors who did not have a place to live, so they had to set up temporary tents in the open space outside the city.

No one wants to miss the sermon of the supreme master!
As a large number of warriors poured into the city, chaos was born.

The warriors were full of qi and blood, and when they disagreed with each other, they often drew their swords to face each other.

What's more, there are many warriors who already have grudges and get together because of the grand event. After meeting, those who can control naturally suppress the desire to fight, and those who can't control will fight in the street, even affecting innocent people.

The county office was extremely busy, and the county guard Huo Pingfeng had come forward several times to mediate the conflict.

Apart from many ordinary warriors, there are still many disciples from aristocratic families who are attracted by the preaching of the supreme master. Most of these people stand behind the master.

If one is not handled well, Huo Pingfeng will suffer.

"Hey, what a mess, it's all on my head..."

Huo Pingfeng was devastated and sighed in his heart.

In the past, there was a monster clan and a demon sect lurking in Linjiang, and now there is a great master coming to preach.

Neither of those things worked for him.

The supreme master is the old man Zhenjian, and his speech is naturally the way of the sword. For Huo Pingfeng, a master of the way of the sword, it may be difficult to improve much.

Compared with Huo Pingfeng's troubles.

Lin Bei's life is leisurely. Although the city is overcrowded, these things have nothing to do with him.

This day, he had just finished training, he pushed open the room to the small courtyard, stretched his waist, and saw a heroic figure on the roof with a glimpse.

Seeing Lin Bei going out, Luo Yiqing's figure flickered in surprise, her clothes fluttered and fell lightly in front of him.

"Go! Follow me into the house and fight for [-] rounds!"

Luo Yiqing reeked of alcohol, and boldly pulled Lin Bei back to the house.

Bang!
The door is closed.

Lin Bei was staggered and pulled into the room by Luo Yiqing, and before he could react, he was pinned on the bed.

Luo Yiqing's actions were rough, and she didn't know how to be sympathetic to others.

Lin Bei felt helpless, but he was not to be outdone.

In the fight between warriors, he has always been fearless to those who come, even facing Luo Yiqing, the third swordsman of Qianlong, relying on his body of copper and iron, he will not give in too much!
In the beginning, Luo Yiqing had the upper hand, which made Lin Bei suppressed and fell into a disadvantage.

But soon, Lin Bei's sharp sword was out of its sheath, and the sword was as fierce as fire!
In an instant, Luo Yiqing's heart was pierced, making her weak and weak, and she was quickly defeated.

After gaining the upper hand, Lin Bei showed his talents.

"Three hundred rounds, someone took it!"

Lin Bei laughed out loud, full of pride.

The attack is fierce, and the sword move is wrapped with an indomitable sword momentum, the sword is overbearing and swift, and the sword is as fast as lightning.

Simply pulling out the sword and retracting the sword, under the blessing of a strong physique, can burst out with terrifying power.

The power of the sword was like a turbulent wave, slapping Luo Yiqing wave after wave.

Luo Yiqing couldn't bear such a fierce attack, her pretty face was blushing, her eyes were blurred, she suffered some internal injuries, and felt a little uncomfortable.

"I lost……"

Luo Yiqing retreated steadily, no longer brave.

"Three hundred rounds, that's what you said!"

Lin Bei was unrelenting, and still launched a fierce offensive.

Soon, there was a weeping sound in the room, which was melodious, long and melodious.

……

"Finally broke through the sixth level of the dragon vein!"

Jiang Qingyue, who had been in seclusion for a long time, opened her eyes, her clear eyes sparkled with excitement, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, evoking a smile.

"Go to my cousin, and Lin Fan!"

As if she got a perfect score in the exam, Jiang Qingyue couldn't wait to show her cultivation progress to her cousin and Lin Fan.

"I've been practicing so hard recently, and I've made great progress. My cousin and Lin Fan will definitely praise me..."

With her little hands behind her back, Jiang Qingyue came to the house where Lin Bei lived, stepping on cheerful little steps, humming a melodious tune.

Ever since Lin Bei continued to practice casting, he lived directly in the original Nangong family's mansion for convenience, and Luo Yiqing simply moved here in order to cooperate with him in the competition.

Naturally, Jiang Qingyue was not left behind, and the three of them sat side by side in a small courtyard.

Luo Yiqing lives in the middle, Lin Bei is on the right, and Jiang Qingyue is on the left.

"Tell Lin Fan first, and then tell my cousin!"

Somehow, after Jiang Qingyue's breakthrough, the first person who wanted to share her happiness was not her cousin Luo Yiqing, but Lin Bei.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Qingyue smiled sweetly on her small face, and pushed open the door.

However, when she stepped into the small courtyard, her sweet smile froze instantly.

Listening to the melodious voice like complaining and weeping, Jiang Qingyue opened her mouth wide and was about to stuff an egg.

"Obviously I came first..."

Jiang Qingyue was struck by lightning, she was dumbfounded, she felt as if she had fallen into the twelfth lunar month, and the bone-chilling cold surrounded her.

All of a sudden, snowflakes fluttered and the north wind rustled!

(End of this chapter)