Sword God

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

On weekdays, the children of the family will come to the martial arts field to practice, one will have a good atmosphere, and the other will be taught by the elders of the clan. At the beginning, Chen Zong often came, but he was often ridiculed and even bullied, which seriously affected the cultivation and was beaten by Chen Zhongjie Injured several times, delayed a lot of time, simply did not come, and practiced by myself.

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

"Look, isn't that Chen Zong?" People with sharp eyes exclaimed when they saw Chen Zong.

"Yes, it's him, isn't he practicing himself, how come again."

"It is estimated that I have not made progress in my cultivation, and I plan to come back to practice martial arts."

"He shouldn't think Chen Zhongjie has forgotten him."

"It's really pitiful, I heard that his energy pill was distributed to Chen Zhigang yesterday."

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

Ignoring the gaze and discussion of a dozen family children, Chen Zong crossed the martial arts field and entered 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. There are six types of swords, swords, sticks, arrows and daggers.

It was an old man who was in charge of the weapons room. Xu was old and easily fatigued. He was taking a nap, and Chen Zong did not disturb him. He walked toward the weapon rack where the sword was dropped.

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

Chen Zong picked it up one by one, waved it at will, and felt it carefully.

People are different, and so are swords. They are long, thin, and heavy. It is best to suit oneself.

Finally, Chen Zong took a sword in each hand and compared them carefully. It seemed that the two swords had the same length and thickness, but there was some difference in weight. After a few minutes of comparison, Chen Zong put down the left-handed sword and chose the right-handed sword.

The sword body is gray and black, with a little mottled marks, the wooden handle is black, the body is black, and the thread is anti-slip. The whole sword is very common at first glance, and it is not worth a few jade dollars. Think about it, Xiaohu Town Chen The family is only a tribe, and all aspects are limited. Naturally, the weapons received for free are not much better.

Chen Zong didn't care, on the contrary, he was a little excited. This was the first time he took a sword. I don't know why it felt familiar. For a few years now, he held the sword in his right hand and gently brushed his left finger on the sword. The cold touch made Chen Zong unconsciously agitated.

The blade is 62 cm long and the shank is 20 cm long. The blade connected to the sword grid is 3.5 cm wide and 1 cm thick. The tip of the sword is 2.5 cm wide and 0.6 cm thick. The net weight of the sheath is five Two pounds.

Quite a little to put it down, immediately withdrew the sword into the sheath, woke up the dozing old man, and after registering, the left handed sword strode out of the weapon room and saw a dozen family children staring at themselves.

"Out."

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

"Tiger skills can't be practiced. Are you going to practice swordsmanship? But our family has no swordsmanship in building martial arts."

"You think too much, even if there are foundation-based swordsmanship in the family, the difficulty of practicing is also above boxing. I can’t even practice boxing. What swordsmanship is still practiced. I think he is planning to sell iron swords to sell money, anyhow. You can also sell one or twenty jade money." One person said self-righteously, this kind of thing has not happened before.

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

When Chen Zong frowned, he was about to speak, and he suddenly caught a familiar black figure in the corner of his eye, and strode into the martial arts stadium.

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

After Adaixiu's failure, from the beginning of martial arts practice, Chen Zong has been bullied. Most of them come from Chen Zhongjie, because he is Chen Zhigang's dogleg, and Chen Zhigang's father and Chen Zhengtang had a contradiction.

"Chen Zong!" Chen Zhongjie also saw Chen Zong, with a surprised look, and immediately sneered: "Small waste, I haven't seen it for a long time, did I forget my words."

Half a year ago, Chen Zhigang said that Chen Zong influenced his cultivation at the martial arts training ground. Chen Zhongjie, a dogleg, immediately blocked Chen Zong, threatening him not to come to the martial arts training field from then on, otherwise he would fight once and see it, and Chen Zong would naturally not give in and be immediately taken by Chen Zhongjie He was wounded and rested for five or six days, unable to practice, which put a lot of burden on Dad.

Chen Zhigang's father is the first martial artist in the family today. He is so arrogant and ignorant that even the patriarch is not in his eyes. He is the strongest and attracts a group of people. Chen Zhengtang has no choice but to do anything.

In order not to increase the burden on Dad, and in order to be able to practice well, Chen Zong did not come to the martial arts field again. Now when he hears Chen Zhongjie's words, he is full of anger, as if the volcano is about to erupt.

"Yo, took the sword, what did you do, know your waste, are you going to cut down the tree with your waste daddy?" Chen Zhongjie's eyes fell on Chen Zong's left hand, sneering.

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

"Father wastes son waste, am I wrong?" Chen Zhongjie laughed contemptuously.

"You're looking for death!" Eyes seemed to be angry, Chen Zong snarled, stepped like a tiger, and rushed towards Chen Zhongjie.

Chen Zhongjie's hair fell upright, and in an instant, he felt like a tiger roaring in front of him, shaking his head to get rid of this absurd feeling, Chen Zhongjie's eyes were fierce, his face was grinning, and his steps were like a predator locked in a prey. , Leaning forward, the left hand is bent in front to hold the paw, the thumb is facing the chin, the right hand is holding a fist resting on the waist, the middle finger and index finger joints are particularly protruding, such as fangs.

"It seems that Chen Zhongjie's spiked fist seems to have improved again."

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

When everyone was happily gloating, Chen Zhongjie and Chen Zong approached.

"Wolf burst!" Chen Zhongjie seemed to be two points faster when he snorted. When he approached Chen Zong, his right hand struck Chen Zong's stomach like a punctured air, like a fang of a wolf. Be merciful.

Chen Zong's eyes stared at Chen Zhongjie very clearly, his face was grim, his eyes cold, his pupils flashed fiercely, his left hand was gently shaken, and his right fist penetrated the air like a wolf's fangs, and the track was clear.

"Tiger punch style!"

The right fist was clenched, and a low roar was heard. Dacheng's peak tiger power fist was displayed like a broken bamboo, and the wind roar was amazing.

Langya Boxing and Tiger Power Boxing belong to the same level of boxing. Langya Boxing focuses on speed and focuses on waiting for opportunities, while Tiger Boxing focuses on strength and focuses on positive crushing.

The double fists collided, as if the crackling sound of a broken bone sounded, the grin on Chen Zhongjie's face became frightened. Chen Zong's punch was like a broken bamboo, defeating Chen Zhongjie's wolf suddenly and driving straight into the stomach, hitting his stomach heavily.

A bang, like drumming, full of energy, made Chen Zhongjie's military uniform fluctuate, his stomach sinking in under his fist, the terrible power seemed to smash his internal organs, his back arched, and his face was horrified His eyes widened, his eyes protruded, covered with red silk, his mouth wide open, and his mouth dripped.

Closing his fist, Chen Zhongjie fell to his knees directly, his hands clenched on his stomach, and he shivered because of the pain. Wow, he spit out a blood and was shocked.

That punch was very heavy, and it was Chen Zong's angry vent. Chen Zhongjie had suffered internal injuries, and it would not be possible without a seven or eight-day rest.

"Chen Zhongjie, remember well, next time you will abuse me, my father will insult me, and I will be at your own risk. I will tell my original words to Chen Dalei and Chen Zhigang." Firm, the back is more straight.

As a child of the Chen family, it is enough to injure Chen Zhongjie. He has no idea of ​​murder, otherwise he will be punished by family regulations.

Silent all around, his eyes widened and his mouth wide open, as if he had known Chen Zong for the first time, and his heart was like a gigantic turbulent and shocking inexplicable heart.

When they stepped out of the martial arts training field, there were just two people on their way.

"Brother Zong." One of them was Chen Yiming, who ran in front of Chen Zong: "Why did you come to the training ground?"

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

"Brother Zong is going to practice swordsmanship? There is no swordsmanship martial art in our clan." Chen Yiming puzzled.

"Play whatever you want." Chen Zong felt very important about what happened last night. He intuitively told him that he couldn't let others know except himself, so he smiled and Chen Yiming didn't hold it, but stared at Chen Zong's face Confused: "Brother Zong, how do I think you look a bit different from yesterday."

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

"It's great." Chen Yiming was very excited and more happy than his breakthrough.

"Yiming, you come." A cute and cold voice came.

"Yu Yao, long time no see." Chen Zong looked over and greeted with a smile.

A red tight-fitting military suit brings out the beautiful body of the initial shape, especially the pair of straight, tight and round beautiful legs are more slender under the background of moccasins, and it is even more exciting.

Chen Yuyao, the daughter of the patriarch, was the same age as Chen Zong. Chen Yiming was generally a playmate of Chen Zong when he was a kid. But after starting to practice martial arts, Chen Yiming still had a good relationship with Chen Zong as usual, and Chen Yuyao gradually alienated Chen Zong.

"Chen Zong, it’s right to work hard, but also have to see the facts. Uncle Tang is now losing his cultivation, and his body is not as good as before. Do you plan to let him just cut down trees and firewood to support you, who has done nothing?" Chen Yuyao looked at it. 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 a lighter job for you in the family."

"Thank you for your kindness, no need." Chen Zong frowned slightly, and he had an unspeakable uncomfortable feeling in his heart. As a sweetheart, it was impossible to say that Chen Yuyao had no feelings. Sometimes he would inevitably think of a child with braids. Chen Yuyao shouted with'Brother Zong' behind him, it was a very good memory.

But now this kind of memory seems to fade with Chen Yuyao's words.

People always change, and Chen Zong secretly said to himself.

"Whatever you want, but I still want to advise you that people must have self-knowledge. If they don't do their best, they will only suffer their loved ones." Chen Yuyao frowned, dissatisfied with Chen Zong's attitude, but couldn't hold back and continued. Said: "In addition, Yiming is very talented in martial arts. You should stop looking for him in the future, so as not to affect him."

"Cousin, I don't have to worry about my affairs." Chen Yiming angered and took Chen Zong a hand: "Brother Zong, let's go and ignore him."

"Farewell." Chen Zong said to Chen Yuyao in a plain tone, leaving with Chen Yiming, leaving only Chen Yuyao with a disgruntled face.