"Aji! In life, you are just a person who is happy and open-minded. After entering Muxi City, you are bound by your own will. Even your swordsmanship is bound by you. How can you still have the spirit of chasing a tiger through the ravine?"

"If you cannot break through this level, swordsmanship will definitely be difficult to make progress. This is not good, not good!"

Chen Shaobai looked closely and saw that the speaker was wearing a sword on his waist, with yellow skin, slender eyes and long beards, and his hair was tied up with silver hoops - who wasn't Ba Qingtian?

But last time the other party rode a high-headed horse and couldn't see the whole picture at all. At this time, Chen Shaobai finally saw the whole picture of Ba Qingtian. Ba Qingtian was short, less than seven feet tall, but even if he didn't speak and stood there quietly, there was a strong evil spirit all over his body. Unless he was a person with a very strong nerve, no one dared to laugh at him because of his height.

"Speaking of this, Fengzhou Mu is stationed in Muxi City all year round. The two most powerful bandits in the city are swaying and no one comes to take care of them..." Although he was so slandering, Chen Shaobai was in a very happy mood.

Ba Qingtian's sword gifting move prompted him to walk out of Qiu Huanquan. Without him, Chen Shaobai would not easily kill his enemy.

Besides, he didn't have many friends, and suddenly he saw two people who spoke fancy, so he naturally felt comfortable.

He was going to see how the bald man who was so arrogant and murdered was as simple as eating and drinking water that day would deal with it.

As soon as Ba Qingtian's words fell, Dian Ji, who was originally a little timid due to the other party's identity, suddenly shook his body.

Zhao Ziheng, wearing a blue shirt opposite, thought it was caused by fear, so he was full of ambition: "If you are afraid of death, just kneel on the ground and kowtow three times. I may not be happy for a moment, so I will spare your life."

When talking, Zhao Ziheng's eyes were filled with joy.

He jumped out to provoke Dianji, not entirely because he was infatuated with Chen Mengxuan, who ran away from home, and also had the intention of stepping on the other party to show off, so he didn't leave any room for this.

"Ha! If you want to fight a sword, I will fulfill your wish! Grandma, the tiger doesn't show its power and thinks I'm a sick cat!"

Dianji shouted loudly, suppressing all the noisy sounds in the field. A fishy aura came out of his body. Some people who did not kill in their hands were so scared that their hands were soft and their feet could not even hold the sword in their hands.

Although Zhao Ziheng was not that far, he was frightened by the angrily shout that he took two steps backwards.

As the seventh master of the Zhao family, as long as he expresses his intention to fight a sword, the other party will be frightened immediately. Even if his swordsmanship is better than him, he does not have the courage to take action at all. He never thought that he would meet a desperate person here today.

Immediately, Zhao Ziheng, who realized that he was retreating, turned red in his face, drew his sword with a slight sound, and took the lead in using the long sword in his hand to attack.

From top to bottom, he suddenly pointed out the long sword.

Bang!

The half-inch-long strong wind came out from the tip of the sword, but Dian Ji barely avoided it and hit a black brick beside him, shattering two black bricks directly.

Zhao Ziheng, who seized the initiative, chased and beat him fiercely for a moment, waved his long sword in his hand, and the wind was steeping, like a human-shaped road roller, and I don’t know how many bricks and floor tiles were destroyed.

If the people in the field had not all sword skills and knew how to use dodge, many spectators would probably be affected by the remaining power of the sword.

For a moment, Zhao Ziheng's situation was very good, and the balance of victory seemed to be tilting towards him.

But seeing this, Chen Shaobai shook his head gently: "If you don't succeed in a swordsman, you dare to use sword aura indiscriminately. Zhao Ziheng will definitely lose."

The swordsman does not have the invincible body as a swordsman. As long as he emits sword aura two or three times and fails to defeat his opponent, his own blood flow will be blocked and his energy will not be restored. His movements will slow down and he will easily be seized by the enemy and stabbed to death.

So every time he fights with others, he basically seizes the opportunity and activates the sword energy, which will give the final effect.

While Chen Shaobai was speaking, there was another person around him who made the same prediction: "This Zhao Ziheng is sure to lose."

The sound source sounds not far away, so Chen Shaobai turned his head and wanted to see which master was speaking.

But when he saw this, he was immediately happy: "Brother Jingwu, how are you doing lately?"

The person who just made the same judgment was Kang Jingwu, the second person to support him in Wanji Tower two months ago.

After he called out, Kang Jingwu turned around and stared at Chen Shaobai's hand for a while, with a smile on his lips: "I haven't seen you for many months, Brother Shaobai is still in style. Judging from your current progress, we may become classmates in the future!"

"Class classmate? I am a wild person. Although I am not illiterate, I have never studied the classics of famous masters and I am definitely unable to enter the Xianzhou Academy." Chen Shaobai smiled and shook his head.

He lived in this Muxi City for several months. Although he had little communication with others, he gradually learned about the name of the Jiuzhou Academy in Shang Dynasty.

These state-level academies are all used to cultivate high-ranking officials and great scholars. People like him who have no background and no literary talent may not be able to make a way even if they use ten thousand taels of silver to open the way.

Unexpectedly, when he heard him, Kang Jingwu just played with the miniature Bagua formation in his hand and said with a smile: "Researching classics and moral articles by famous artists is made by Ye Haoran, and I have never touched them. I just like to study some words and sentences, just dance in my spare time."

Don’t you need to learn something like eight-legged essay? Dance a sword in your spare time?

Chen Shaobai subconsciously looked at Kang Jingwu's palm.

His palms were pink and white like babies, emitting a translucent luster, and were as hot as two stoves burning. He could feel the heat coming from above half a meter away.

This is unreasonable!

I play with a small gossip plate every day, how could I have no calluses on my hands?

"It turns out that Brother Jingwu is a powerful man in the Swordsman realm, but I don't know Mount Tai."

Chen Shaobai has made a lot of progress during this period, and it has not only improved his swordsmanship, but also related experience and insights. This is not the first time he has seen Kang Jingwu, but this time he can see the extraordinaryness of the other party at a glance.

"Swordsman? Alas... Fengzhou's kendo level is too bad, and it's wasted your qualifications in vain."

"Swordsmen, swordsmen, swordsmen are just ordinary people in the refining stage. If they can really break through to the Qi Quenching stage and become a sword immortal, they can be free and easy, and can be a shepherd in a state, and control the life and death of billions of people." Kang Jingwu shook his head.

"Refining yourself, tempering your energy?" Chen Shaobai was so shocked when he heard the other party's words. He was about to continue asking questions, but he was interrupted by the sound of a sharp sword entering his body.

Puff!

Dianji suddenly pulled back the four-foot giant sword, and Zhao Ziheng, who had just become arrogant, had turned into a pool of meat paste and had no chance of life.

"After breaking the lord's arrangement, Aji comes to collect the crime."

Dianji landed on one knee and said to Ba Qingtian.

"There are nine provinces in the world, so the stage is so wide! Fengzhou is just the most comfortable and harmonious breeding ground. We have no roots and no basis, so where can we go?"

Ba Qingtian waved his hand to signal him to get up and turned his gaze to Chen Shaobai.

"Brother Shaobai's acquaintance? Well, today's goal has been achieved, so I will not bother you anymore."

After seeing the swordsmanship of Muxi City, Kang Jingwu shook his head secretly, bowed to Chen Shaobai, and left the place with ease.

Seeing Chen Shaobai approaching, Ba Qingtian’s mouth outlined a trace of evil arc and teased: “Shaoxia Chen, where is your sword?”

Chen Shaobai understood that what Ba Qingtian said was not the Taizhong Silver Sword beside him now, but the bronze sword shattered by Chen Kuangyin. So he lost confidence in his speech and felt guilty that he had let down other people's expectations.

"I'm not good at learning skills. When fighting swordsmanship, my dreams... were shattered..."

However, Ba Qingtian's reaction was far beyond his expectations.

Hearing this, Ba Qingtian not only did not feel unhappy at all, but laughed: "Those who can break three thousand semesters must be the peak level of the swordsman. You can survive from the other party, which means I did not see the wrong person at the beginning. Not bad, very good!"

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