Sword God

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The family has a martial arts training ground, each with a length of more than 200 meters, which is quite large.

On weekdays, the children of the family will practice at the martial arts ground. One atmosphere is good, and the other will be taught by the elders in the clan. At the beginning, Chen Zong often came, but he was often laughed at and even bullied, which seriously affected the cultivation and was beaten by Chen Zhongjie. Injuries a few times, delaying a lot of time, simply do not come, practice by yourself.

The weapon room is at the corner of the martial arts field, and there are more than a dozen family children practicing in the martial arts field.

"Look, isn't that Chen Zong?" The sharp-eyed man exclaimed when he saw Chen Zong.

"Yes, it's him. Didn't he cultivate himself, why did he come again."

"I don't think I have made any progress in my cultivation, and I plan to return to the martial arts field."

"Don't he think Chen Zhongjie forgot him?"

"It's pitiful. I heard that his energy pills were distributed to Chen Zhigang yesterday."

"I think it is right to do this. Gangge is the first person in the family warrior. Don't say that compared with Gangge, even if compared with us, Chen Zong is a waste material, and energy pills are a waste of him."

Ignoring the attention and discussion of a dozen family members, Chen Zong walked through the training ground and into the weapon room.

The weapon room is about ten meters long and wide. There are wooden frames on the four walls. There are many weapons on the shelf, six types of swords, swords, sticks, bows and daggers.

The old man was in charge of the weapon room. Xu was old, tired easily, and was snoring. Chen Zong did not bother him, and walked towards the weapon rack where the sword was placed.

There are more than a dozen swords on the shelf. The longest is more than one meter, the shortest is less than half a meter. Chen Zongxian ruled out the longest and shortest, and the remaining five were more desirable.

Chen Zong picked it up and pulled it out, waving at will, feeling it carefully.

People are different, so are swords. The length and weight are the best.

In the end, Chen Zong took one sword in each hand and compared carefully. It seems that the two swords are the same length and thickness, but there are some differences in weight. After a few minutes of comparison, Chen Zong puts down his left-handed sword and selects the right-handed sword.

The sword body is gray and black, with a little mottled marks. The wooden handle of the sword is black and engraved with threads to prevent slipping. The entire sword is very common at a glance. It is not worth a few jade money. Think about it, Xiaohu Town Chen The family is only a tribe, which is limited in all aspects, and the weapons received for free are naturally not much better.

Chen Zong didn't care, instead he was a little excited. This is the first time he took the sword. I don't know why I have a familiar feeling. It seems that it has been holding the sword for several years. Holding the sword on the right, the fingers of the left hand are gently brushing on the sword. , The cold touch makes Chen Zong unconsciously a spirit.

The length of the blade is 62 cm, and the length of the hilt is 20 cm. The blade body connected to the blade is 3.5 cm wide and 1 cm thick, the blade tip is 2.5 cm wide and 0.6 cm thick, and the net weight is 5 It's a big deal.

Quite aloof, he put his sword into his sheath and awakened the snoring old man. After registering, his left-handed sword strode out of the weapon room and saw more than a dozen family children staring at him.

"Out."

"I still have an iron sword in my hand."

"Huli boxing is unsuccessful. Are you planning to practice swordsmanship? But there is no swordsmanship in our family's base martial arts."

"You think too much, even if you have the base swordsmanship in your clan, and the difficulty of practice is above the boxing skills, you can't even practice the boxing skills. What kind of swordsmanship are you practicing? I think he intends to sell the sword with iron swords. You can also sell one or twenty jade money. "One said with a self-righteous view, this kind of thing is not unheard of.

"Hey, Chen Zong, remember to give me half of the money for the sword." Another man shouted at Chen Zong, and then immediately raised his fist and threatened: "If you don't then you know."

Chen Zong frowned, and was about to speak, and suddenly saw a familiar black figure in the corner of her eye, striding into the training ground.

"Chen Zhongjie ..." A bite in his teeth, a roar like a tiger, his anger burning from the bottom of his heart.

Since the loss of A Da Xiu, since the beginning of martial arts, Chen Zong has been bullied, mostly from Chen Zhongjie, because he is a dog leg of Chen Zhigang, and his father and Chen Zhengtang have had conflicts.

"Chen Zong!" Chen Zhongjie also saw Chen Zong, surprised, and then sneered: "Little waste, it's been a long time since I missed it. Did I forget my words?"

Half a year ago, Chen Zhigang said that Chen Zong's practice in the martial arts field affected his practice. The dog-legged Chen Zhongjie immediately blocked Chen Zong and threatened him not to come to the martial arts field since then, otherwise he would fight once and Chen Zong naturally would not give in, and was immediately Chen Zhongjie He was injured and fully rested for five or six days. He couldn't practice and put a lot of burden on his father.

Chen Zhigang's father is the first warrior in the family today. He is so talented that even the patriarch doesn't look at him. He has the strongest strength and attracts a group of people.

In order not to increase the burden on his father, and to be able to practice well, Chen Zong did not return to the martial arts ground. Now when he heard Chen Zhongjie's words, his anger was high, as if the volcano was about to erupt.

"Yo, take a sword, what are you doing, know your waste, and plan to go down the tree with your wasteful dad?" Chen Zhongjie's eyes fell on Chen Zong's left hand, smirking.

"Chen Zhongjie, take back your words and apologize to me." A ‘waste’ and ‘waste’ awakened Chen Zong ’s many bad memories, and his face sank, word by word.

"Did the father waste the son and waste, am I wrong?" Chen Zhongjie laughed with contempt.

"You're looking for death!" Chen Zong growled, his eyes seemed to be angry, and ran forward like a tiger, rushing towards Chen Zhongjie.

Chen Zhongjie's hair was upside down. For a moment, he felt like a tiger roaring in front of him. He shook his head to shake off this absurd feeling. Chen Zhongjie's eyes were fierce, and his face was smirking. The body leans forward, the left hand is bent in the front and holds the claws, the thumb is facing the chin, the fist of the right hand rests on the waist, the **** and index finger joints are particularly prominent, such as canine teeth.

"Looks like Chen Zhongjie's spiked boxing skills seem to be improving again."

"Chen Zong is miserable. I don't know how many days to lie in bed this time."

While everyone was gloating, Chen Zhongjie and Chen Zong approached.

"Wolf!" With a low drink, Chen Zhongjie's speed seemed to be two points faster. When bullying Chen Zong, his right hand seemed to penetrate the air and hit Chen Zong's stomach fiercely, like the fangs of a bad wolf. Show mercy.

Chen Zong's eyes stared at Chen Zhongjie, his face was gaunt, his eyes were cold, his pupils flickered fiercely, his erected left hand shook gently, and penetrated the right fist of the air like a vicious wolf's teeth. The trajectory was clear.

"Tiger punch!"

The right fist was clenched tightly, and a low roar was heard. Dacheng's peak tiger force **** was performed, as if it were breaking bamboo, the wind roar was amazing.

Langya Boxing and Huli Boxing belong to the same level of boxing. Langya Boxing focuses on speed and pays attention to opportunistic movements. Huli Boxing focuses on strength and stresses positive crushing.

The two fists collided, as if a crackling sound of bones cracked, the smirk on Chen Zhongjie's face became frightened, Chen Zong's fist was like a bamboo shoot, and after defeating Chen Zhongjie's wolf, he drove straight in and hit his stomach.

A bang, like drumming, full of vigor, made Chen Zhongjie's military uniform fluctuate endlessly, his stomach sank under his fist, and his terrible power seemed to break his internal organs, his back arched, his face horrified , Eyes widened, eyes bulging, covered with red silk, mouth wide, mouth dripping.

After closing his fist, Chen Zhongjie fell to his knees directly, clasped his stomach with both hands, and trembled with severe pain. A wow of blood spit out, which was shockingly red.

The punch was heavy, and it was Chen Zong's anger vent. Chen Zhongjie had already suffered internal injuries. It would not work without a seven or eight-day repose.

"Chen Zhongjie, remember that next time you insult my father and insult me, conceit yourself, and tell me the original words to Chen Dalei and Chen Zhigang." Chen Zongliang stared at Chen Zhongjie and said in a deep voice. Firm, straighter back.

It is enough for the same son of the Chen family to hurt Chen Zhongjie. He has no intention of killing at all, otherwise he will be punished by clan rules.

There was silence all around, with eyes widened and mouths open, as if they had met Chen Zong for the first time, and the heart was turbulent and inexplicable.

Out of the training martial arts field, the two of them just came.

"Zong brother." One of them was Chen Yiming, who ran to Chen Zong: "How did you get to the training ground?"

"Take the sword." Chen Zong smiled at the iron sword in his left hand.

"Do you want to change swordsmanship? We don't have swordsmanship in our clan." Chen Yiming was puzzled.

"Play whatever you want." Last night, Chen Zong felt very important. He intuitively told him that he couldn't let others know except himself, and laughed. Chen Yiming didn't hold on, but stared at Chen Zong's face. Confused: "Zong brother, how do I think you look a little different from yesterday."

"Because my practice has reached the second level of Qi and Blood." Chen Zong laughed.

"That's great." Chen Yiming was very excited, and even happier than he made the breakthrough himself.

"Yinming, come here." Jiaoqiao came with a cold voice.

"Yu Yao, long time no see." Chen Zong looked over and greeted with a smile. UU Reading Book www.uukanshu.com

A red tight-fitting martial arts suit the beautiful shape of the beginning of the scale, especially the pair of straight and tight beautiful round legs in moccasin shoes are more slender, more exciting.

Chen Yuyao, the patriarch's daughter, is the same age as Chen Zong, and Chen Yiming is usually a playmate of Chen Zong ’s childhood. However, after starting martial arts, Chen Yiming still has a good relationship with Chen Zong as usual, and Chen Yuyao gradually distances himself from Chen Zong.

"Chen Zong, hard work is right, but you also need to see the facts. Uncle Zhengtang has lost his cultivation and his body is not as good as before. Do you plan to let him cut down trees and firewood to support you without success?" Chen Yuyao looked at Tie Jian glanced coldly and asked, "Looking at the face that Uncle Zhengtang had contributed to the family, I can ask my dad to arrange an easier job for you in the clan."

"Thank you for your kindness, no need." Chen Zong's brows frowned slightly, and there was an unexplainable discomfort in her heart. As a young girl, it was impossible to say that she didn't feel Chen Yuyao. Sometimes he would inevitably think of his childhood braids. Chen Yuyao shouted 'Brother Zong' behind him, it was a wonderful memory.

But now such memories seem to fade with Chen Yuyao's words.

People always change, Chen Zong said secretly to himself.

"It's up to you, but I still want to advise you that people must have self-knowledge, and if you can't do anything about it, you will only suffer your loved ones." Chen Yuyao frowned and was very dissatisfied with Chen Zong's attitude, but could not help but continue. Said: "In addition, Yiming is very talented in martial arts. Don't look for him in the future, so as not to affect him."

"Cousin, I don't care about your business." Chen Yiming was furious and pulled Chen Zong a hand: "Brother Zong, let's go and ignore him."

"Farewell." Chen Zong said to Chen Yuyao in a bland tone, leaving with Chen Yiming, leaving only Chen Yuyao with an unhappy face.