Sword God

Sorcery!

That was not a magic technique, but a sword of Chen Zong. It was just too fast, and everyone who was quick could not see clearly, and thought it was a magic technique.

Liu Huancang fled in panic, but Chen Zong did not pursue it because of the greater trouble.

The City Guard was dispatched.

This city has city guards, patrolling around, and passing by just a short distance. They are planning to clean up the corpses for Chen Zong. After all, the other party is the second son of the Liu family, and the Liu family is one of the few large families in the city. .

"Put down the sword and raise your hands on your knees." The ten city guards quickly arrived and immediately formed a circle of encirclement, enveloping Chen Zong. The captain stared at him sternly, his long sword pointed straight, and he was forcefully blamed.

In addition, the nine city guards' long swords came out of the sheath, making a raspy rubbing sound. The blades were cold, and the blades were bright, which made people's face change greatly.

Every city guard has undergone rigorous training and possesses a good skill. Although it is not a samurai, it is also much better than ordinary people.

Surrounded by ten well-trained military guards, such as Liu Erna and other strengths, he must also hate the spot.

But Chen Zong not only did not put down the iron sword in his hand, but his eyes were sharp, and a trace of murderousness came out. In his own eyes, this is very much the same as the dead.

Even if it is just the body of an ordinary person, but the sword is in hand, it can exert amazing power.

"Still kneel without the sword." The Captain of the City Guard screamed again, his head stubborn, and Chen Zong's eyes made him feel afraid. A trace of convulsion emerged from the deepest part of his heart.

What's more, here is in the city, once the fighting broke out, there will soon be other reinforcements of the city guards.

At that time, under the circumstances of the crossbow, this person will be shot into a honeycomb, and he can't die anymore.

"Stop it!" Suddenly, a deep drink sounded, and I saw a young man in a green robe carrying his hands on his back and striding forward like a dragon.

"This is... the second son of the Chen family."

"Er Chen Er, what advice?" The captain of this small city guard was stunned, and then asked back, the sharpness in his tone decreased a lot.

After all, the Chen family is in this city, but it is not inferior to the big family of the Liu family.

And he is just a small captain of the City Guard, and his identity gap is very large. If the other party insists on wearing his own shoes, it is not difficult.

"He is my friend." Chen Ergong pointed at Chen Zong and said vowedly. The look and tone seemed to be so.

"It turned out to be Chen Ershao's friend."

"No wonder dare to challenge Liu Ershao."

The onlookers of unknown truth suddenly realized.

Chen Zong's expression remained unchanged, and he watched with cold eyes.

"It turned out to be a friend of the second young man. It was really flooding the Dragon King's Temple." The guard of the city guard suddenly drew his knife into the sheath, exhausted all his pressure, and immediately waved and took the other nine members of the squad and quickly left.

The City Guards are indeed maintaining public order in the city, but relatively speaking.

Those of the big family, they can't control, they dare not control.

"Go." Chen Ershao said to Chen Zong.

Chen Zong followed up to see what medicine this person sold in the gourd.

Chen Ershao walked into another restaurant not far away, reached the second floor, and sat down by the window.

"My name is Chen Huang, the second young man of the Chen family in Longjiang City." After sitting down, the young man in the Qingpao smiled and introduced himself, and immediately motioned to the young man sitting opposite him: "This is my brother Chen Lin."

"Chen Zong." Chen Zong also introduced himself.

"Oh, it turns out that my friend is also surnamed Chen, and it seems that he was destined." Chen Huang was surprised.

It seems that Chen Lin's clan brother Chen Lin looked expressionless. He seemed to wait a bit for Chen Zong, especially when he saw Chen Zong covered in muddy water and grass scraps, and even showed his disgust.

Chen Zong glanced at the food on the table, and his stomach suddenly cried out in disappointment.

Having not eaten all day and night, Chen Zong has been hungry for a long time. At this time, when he sees the food, he cannot control his instincts for a while.

"Primary two, here are some more specialty dishes." Chen Huang seemed to hear nothing, but greeted the restaurant folks, continued to order, and immediately looked at Chen Zong: "Brother Chen, wait a moment, this restaurant's specialty dishes still taste very good Not bad."

It was Chen Lin who heard Chen Zong's stomach groaning, and a sneer hung in the corner of his mouth.

He is a direct child of the Chen family, where Ronghua is rich and wealthy, where can he be regarded as a bitter warrior.

What can you do with an extraordinary force? You don't want to run around for food and drink. You are like yourself.

The restaurant serves food very quickly, but in just half a quarter of an hour, several special dishes have been presented and placed in front of Chen Zong.

Chen Zong first glanced at the food and immediately looked at Chen Huang.

"The graciousness of a meal will be repaid in the coming day." Chen Zong said without abruptness, and immediately picked up the chopsticks and ate it unkindly.

"Brother Chen said it seriously." Chen Huang said with a smile: "Your surname is Chen, and I have a destiny with me. Moreover, I envy you samurai."

"I don't know if this is the warrior Chen Zong, what level of force does it reach?" Chen Lin suddenly said, asking in a weird tone: "Do you have your own title?"

"The title?" Chen Zong stunned slightly. After he came to this world, he spent most of his time in Shanhai Village. It was a world that was almost isolated from the world. Where do you know what kind of warrior or something?

"I don't even know the title, do you warrior Chen Zong use your sword to bluff?" Chen Lin sneered. When Chen Zong killed Liu Er, they didn't see anything, just a faint flash of light. , Liu Er died.

And that Chen Zong was motionless, even guessing that some secret master shot.

Or other reasons.

After all, it seems that Chen Zong is not very old. It is estimated that he is in his twenties. Even if he has practiced martial arts since childhood, the force will certainly be very limited.

"Brother Chen doesn't know the title?" Chen Huang was also surprised.

"I have been away from the world with the master in the mountains since I was young, and I only traveled a few days ago. My master has a strange temperament and never talked to me about the outside world." Chen Zong said, this excuse has been said several times, and now It can be regarded as a familiar one, and it is very natural to say that it is true.

"It turns out so." Chen Huang suddenly realized that he could explain why Chen Zong didn't know about the title.

"Brother Chen, a person who practiced martial arts, is called a samurai. The samurai is divided into four levels, the lowest is a samurai, the elite samurai on top, the title samurai on top, and then the saint." Huang Huang is Chen Zong. To explain, Chen Lin snorted, very disdainful, he didn't seem to believe Chen Zong's remarks, but Chen Zong didn't care.

"Samurai, elite samurai, title samurai, martial saint..." Chen Zong murmured again.

These titles are also interesting.

"Second young man, when I entered the city, I saw someone selling art, and they were also samurai?" Chen Zong couldn't help asking.

"Of course they are samurai." Chen Lin preemptively said.

"As a warrior, why do you perform art?" Chen Zong puzzled.

"Oh, do you think it was the age of ancient warriors?" Chen Lin asked disdainfully.

Chen Zong is even more puzzled, but he doesn't pay attention to Chen Lin. Such a person, the more you care about him, the more arrogant he will be.

"Brother Chen, could you be the heir to the ancient warrior?" Chen Huang couldn't help asking, seeming a little excited.

"I don't know." Chen Zong replied, what warrior or ancient warrior, never heard of it.

Immediately, Chen Huang explained to Chen Zong.

The so-called ancient warrior refers to the era a hundred years ago. At that time, the warrior was respected, but after a series of things such as wars and the like, the warrior did not fall down. The new sovereign advocated the development of other industries, and practicing martial arts must be painstaking It is difficult for many people to persevere, and gradually, the samurai did not fall.

Up to now, there are still a few people who insist on practicing martial arts, but because martial arts consume a lot, not only a large increase in food intake, but also injuries, they need drugs to adjust themselves, etc. The expenses are staggering, and the poor cannot afford martial arts.

As a result, the samurai became a thug.

The thugs of the royal family, thugs of the nobility, thugs of the family, thugs of the rich merchants.

The difference lies only in salutation and height.

Like a royal thug, it is naturally the highest-level thug, enjoying a high status and generous treatment, etc., such as Zhenguo Wusheng.

The low-end thugs, like Liu Er before.

All in all, this is an era of martial arts decline. If there is a group of people who insist on practicing martial arts, it has already been submerged by the torrent of the era.

Chen Huang is a fan himself, but because of his poor health since childhood, he has no talent for practicing martial arts. Therefore, even if he has worked hard for a period of time, he has no effect and has to give up.

But this does not hinder his hobby.

It is precisely this that made him come forward to protect Chen Zong. Of course, Chen Zong did not necessarily need him to protect him.

While chatting, Chen Zong also finished the food, the taste was okay, he also filled his stomach, and the whole body was full of strength and energy.

"Brother Chen, whether Liu Er's death was killed by you or not, Liu Huan will be counted on your head, and he will definitely retaliate." Chen Huang said in a straightforward manner: "And Liu Jia is a lord of the Longjiang city, with deep heritage, only The eldest brother of Liu Er, Liu Da, is an elite warrior with outstanding strength. It is rumored that his master is also a powerful titled warrior. Guarantee, Liu Jia Nai can't do it."

"So what?" Chen Zong didn't care.

In the discussion with Chen Huang, Chen Zong already knew that no matter whether it is a samurai, an elite samurai, or a titled samurai, or even the highest-ranking and most powerful martial saints, they are all in the category of flesh and blood. At most, they are stronger speed. Faster martial arts are more exquisite, nothing more.

He has not mastered extraordinary powers such as spiritual power.

In this case, Chen Zong is fearless.

"Second Shao can have money, so lend me some first." Chen Zongdao was also polite.

Acting freely and freely is very free and easy.

"I don't have much money with me. Only these. Brother Chen used it first. If not enough, I will send it back." Chen Huang did not hesitate to take out his money. Chen Zong spent a while.

Even, Chen Huang also booked an independent courtyard in this restaurant, and directly packaged the next month to let Chen Zong live. As for the cost, of course, Chen Huang let people pay.

Chen Zong was also very kind.

When everything happened, Chen Zong felt the careful observation carefully and regarded it as a kind of spiritual practice, between clothing, food, shelter, walking, and sitting and lying.