"Clam!"

"Bang!"

Fang Qingran flew backwards.

The spear flew out of his hand and hit the ground.

The sudden movement made Chen Wuwo and others watch it.

They opened their mouths slightly, not knowing what to say.

Chen Yang, who was in a sword-like posture, dragged a long trace in the snow, was lying on the ground, rubbing his chest with one hand.

"It really works!"

Chen Yang is happy.

After the two fought, he continued to entangle. After finding a pretty good opportunity, he opened the distance and took advantage of Fang Qingran's old power just disappeared and the new power had not yet emerged, and he slashed with a sword.

It was like chopping Fang Qingran as a stone.

The results are obvious.

Fang Qingran was chopped away.

One force will reduce ten times, it’s awesome!

He also had a clear understanding of his strength.

At least, Qing Ran has more strength.

It should be similar to Chen Wuwo and Lao Pang, and it is probably a little older than them.

"Xuanyang, why are you... doing so hard?" Yue Lin looked speechless.

"Ah? Are you ruthless?"

Chen Yang said blankly: "Let's talk, I'm keeping my efforts."

Several people didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Is this called closing the effort?

He is a woman, so it’s okay if you don’t care about the beauty, but don’t treat him like this.

You are almost killed by you.

Xuancheng walked over and helped her up: "Are you okay?"

"fine."

Fang Qingran shook her head and looked at Chen Yang unexpectedly: "What kind of sword technique is this?"

Chen Yang said: "If you can't make a move, you'll be chopping."

"oh."

Fang Qingran nodded, probably understanding what he meant.

It's just relying on strength to chop, nothing to do with skills.

However, this demands too high on personal terms. Chen Yang can do this, but she can't.

"Are you still here?" Chen Yang asked.

He finally found some way. Although he relied on brute force, it was the solution he had come up with himself.

The purpose of swordsmanship, Taoism, hand and foot skills is to cause the greatest damage at the lowest cost.

The reason why the ancients created these skills was because everyone was ordinary people at that time.

From the perspective of ordinary people, this is obviously the most appropriate method.

But since you can kill the other person with one punch, why do you have to fight with others in circles?

It's useless to do it.

It’s like Xuancheng can only compete with you for skills now, because Xuancheng has no choice.

Because he is useless.

But if Chen Yang fights with him, why would he still compete with him for swordsmanship?

Wouldn't it be over if you just slap it?

Rough, but simple and effective.

"Not coming." Fang Qingran shook her head, her eyes a little resentful.

She doesn't like to talk much, and she's a little speechless at this moment.

It's not enough to hit me once, and I want to continue hitting it?

Is there anyone who catches a sheep like this?

"Old Chen, have you finished the fight?"

"You want to fight me?"

Chen Wuwo said: "Your method is useless to me, I am no less powerful than you."

"Try it."

"Okay, then let you know what despair is."

Seeing that he was not giving up, Chen Wuwo directly pulled over.

The two of them started to attack directly, Chen Yang cut down with a sword, and the wooden sword broke.

Chen Wuwo was also shocked to retreat several steps, retreated for two seconds, and hummed: "You can even fuck you without a sword."

"Bang!"

Chen Yang kicked him up, and Chen Wuwo was caught off guard and was kicked twice.

"I promised to use a sword, why are you kicking me?"

"The sword is broken, what other sword is used?"

Chen Yang waved his hand and said, "I won't beat you anymore, I won't beat you anymore."

In terms of strength, he still has to beat Chen Wuwo.

Even though his injuries did not recover, he still recovered almost.

Chen Wuwo’s Taoism is not a top-notch person with his peers, but it is definitely not bad.

If Chen Yang could kill him, he would probably understand where he was.

"No, keep fighting!"

Chen Wuwo got up and was about to come over, Chen Yang said, "I'll answer a call."

Seeing that his cell phone was indeed ringing, Chen Wuwo said, "Hurry up, come and call after picking it up."

Chen Yang went to answer the phone, and Pang Songquan said, "You can't beat him."

"Who said I couldn't beat him? He was a sneak attack. If I knew he knew the legs, I wouldn't use a sword."

Chen Yang walked to the side and found a strange number.

"Who?"

"Is Xuanyang real person?"

"It's me."

"Hello, I am from the Organization Department of the Dao Association. This phone call is to inform you that you have been elected as one hundred storied figures in the Dao Sect. Please come to the Beijing Dao Association Building before tomorrow to attend the conference."

Chen Yang was confused: "State character? What is this?"

The other party said: "This is the recognition of you by the Taoist Association. There are only one hundred people in the Taoist sect in the country who are qualified to be elected, and you are one of them."

"Oh, do I need to prepare anything?"

"Nothing needs to be prepared, just people will be fine."

"Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yang smiled foolishly.

A storm figure sounds amazing.

"Why are you smirking?" Chen Wuwo said: "Come here quickly."

"I won't fight anymore." Chen Yang said: "I'll go down the mountain later and go to the capital."

Chen Wuwo asked: "What are you doing in Beijing? Why is it so sudden?"

Chen Yang told them the content of the phone number.

After listening, they said in surprise: "Is it true or false?"
To be continued...