"Qi Lei? With this low-level sword score, you can cultivate from scratch to the peak of the swordsman in less than half a year. Such talent can be considered a mid-to-high even if you look at the entire Jiuzhou."

Ba Qingtian and Dianji are heroic and open-minded, both of which are in line with Chen Shaobai's temperament. The three of them had a happy conversation.

Soon, nearly a hundred people in the courtyard gradually became crowded.

Chen Shaobai noticed that most of the young people in this yard were under 30 years old, and those who were a little older were closed and resting. It seemed that they were just for the younger generations of the family.

The children of these aristocratic families were all wearing dark blue or light blue swordsman outfits, with more or less a powdery smell on their bodies, mixed together, which was quite pungent.

"Shaoxia Chen, I hope you can bring me some surprises next time I meet."

Ba Qingtian laughed a few times as if no one was around, and his scrutiny eyes slowly swept across the scene, raising his eyebrows: "Shaobai, pay more attention to the fourteenth Chen family and the nineth Zhao family, they all had murderous intentions at you."

After saying that, he walked straight to the exit and said loudly without looking back: "Aji, this Muxie City is full of crooked melons and cracks. I won't help you stay in charge, so as not to get rid of your eyes. You can do it freely!"

Those who can practice and become swordsmen are all smart-eared characters. Besides, Ba Qingtian did not deliberately lower his tone when he spoke, so this statement immediately caused an uproar.

"Strange Melons and Cracked Jujubes? He is nothing! He dares to speak wildly!"

"Tu, it's just a mysterious trick that attracts attention, and you also take it to your heart?"

"It's insignificant to be strong outside and do it at the same time."

Ba Qingtian seemed to have no feeling about these remarks, holding his sword in his hand and walking in his car.

Until he walked out of the courtyard, no one came forward to challenge it.

These noble men from the wealthy family are all figures who have been influenced by private education in the clan. Although they are not showing weakness, they still have basic eyes. The oil paintings are like ghosts, waiting for others to be the first to stand out.

"According to the previous life, Ba Qingtian is the noble person I am the one whom I am destined to. If it weren't for his sword gift that day, I would have been killed by Chen Wei in Wanji Tower by the sword. I must repay him well in the future."

The silver sword is Taizhong, the bronze sword dreams. These two swords belong to the Shang Kingdom’s “Three Thousand Precisions” Wind-Slaying Quick Sword. Just one need to cut the ordinary refined sword in half.

On that day in Wanji Tower, Chen Shaobai's swordsmanship was comparable to Chen Wei's level, and the other party was too loyal to him. If he hadn't dreamed, he would probably have changed the ending of the two.

Chen Shaobai is not an ungrateful person. Everyone who has favors him is remembered by him. Seeing Ba Qingtian leave, he thought he was still weak and did not come forward to surrender, but he still gave a swordsman salute to the other party's not-so-magnificent back.

Such actions were made in a hatred gaze, as conspicuous as fireflies in the dark.

Therefore, this move immediately attracted the hatred of blockbusters for Chen Shaobai.

"I was dressed in white and didn't have a swordsman's medal. I was just a white guy. I dared to be so arrogant? I won't come to power later. If I go to power, I will definitely teach him a lesson that I will never forget forever."

"I'm so arrogant and look overly indulging in love. I guess it's a 'president' from the Chen family? Hey..."

"His name is Chen Shaobai. He is quite famous in Dongcheng District during this period and has become a 'blood river' name."

"Jumping clown."

"Playing people have a bad mind and don't need to pay attention to it."

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, seeking profit and avoiding harm. This is human nature. They cannot do anything to Ba Qingtian, so they vented their anger on Chen Shaobai.

For a moment, Chen Shaobai felt a little close to him and the enemy was all over the country.

Although he could not completely ignore these hostile gazes, he was calm and composed.

Most of Chen Shaobai's attention was focused on two people - the fourteenth Chen family and the nineth Zhao family whom Ba Qingtian pointed out for him before leaving.

The famous Chen family fourteenth is naturally Chen Chong, but at this moment he seemed to have the patience and desire at the beginning, but instead looked at Chen Shaobai with blood red eyes, wishing he could be completely destroyed.

"This guy is not only a gay man, but also a psychopath!"

Chen Shaobai silently marked Chen Chong in his heart, and his eyes turned to the area where the Zhao family's forces were located.

The two eyes collided with each other in the air, a little anxious.

At the end of his sight, a young man in a dark blue tights looked at Chen Shaobai playfully, as if he was looking at a dead object.

So he immediately understood that this person must be the ninth eldest son of the Zhao family.

Since Chen Shaobai stayed at home for many years and practiced without any mercy, the information was not circulated, and he did not know the name of the Zhao family Lao Jiu, but when his eyes caught a broken armless person beside him, he immediately understood the whole story.

"Zhao Zongjie! I didn't expect that this guy with a sperm brain can really climb to a big force. It seems that I can't underestimate anyone..."

The person who broke the arm and didn't have to worry was Zhao Zongjie, who was killed by Chen Shaobai's arm and lifeline in the swordsmanship competition.

Because of the limited rules of swordsmanship, Chen Shaobai did not take the other party's life at that time, but he never thought that such a rich-style figure in the mountain village could really find strong support.

The old Jiu of Zhao family looked at Chen Shaobai with a look of contempt, and said to the broken-armed man beside him: "Songsuke, this guy looks weak... He asked you to follow me at the beginning, but you didn't listen. He insisted on learning other people's sword skills and fighting swords with others. Now?"

Perhaps because Chen Wei once injured his heart meridians, Chen Shaobai now looks pale and bloodless all day long, and looks like a playboy who has excessive indulgence, so he is always despised.

"Zong, Brother Zong Ren, he looks so scary. Why don't we plan slowly and make plans for the long term?"

Zhao Zongjie was killed and his courage also diminished, and he was a little timid when doing things.

Although he hated Chen Shaobai very much in his heart, he wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood in his dreams. But when he saw Chen Shaobai again, he suddenly realized that he did not have the courage.

Humans are the spirit of all things, and their spiritual power is extremely powerful. At the moment of death, this spiritual power will be stimulated ten times more and attached to the enemy. If you kill too many people, you will unconsciously accumulate a resentful aura of evil spirits.

Chen Shaobai fought with someone to fight a sword, and the masters who fell under him were less than thirty. When a stranger with a weak courage saw him, he didn't dare to come forward to chat with him, let alone draw his sword to meet him.

"Oh? Are you saying that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Zongren suddenly widened his eyes, and an invisible and intangible evil spirit came out of his body. Zhao Zongjie beside him was so scared that his face was pale. He took several steps back, and then he was stunned in surprise.

Seeing that his companion was shocked by his momentum, Zhao Zongren felt a little bit showing his face and was happy, so he laughed and said, "I have the only evil spirit."

"Brother Zong Ren must have experienced a lot of sword fighting, right?"

"Hmph... I am from a noble family, so how could I fight those guys from a low family? It's not worth it."

"Then, what's this evil spirit?"

"It's very simple. I'll just send someone to buy dozens of slaves, pick their broken hands and feet, and then kill them slowly, and it's all done."

Zhao Zongren took this for granted by saying that people did not regard people as human beings. After hearing this, Zhao Zongjie showed a hint of approval and unstoppable envy on his face: "Group Zongren has practiced secret scripts and also trained with human flesh. I believe he will be able to become a swordsman in the future and enter Fengzhou Academy to further his studies."

Although these words were a little jealous, they made Zhao Zongjie's flattery very comfortable.

He pretended to be humble and revealed his true thoughts: "I stayed at the peak of the swordsman for a long time. As long as I enter the top three in the Muxiang swordsman discussion, get the silver dragon eye, and cooperate with the meditation method that moves qi and blood to absorb and refine it, I will be able to quickly break through to the swordsman realm."

"At that time, it's not a bad idea to take you to Zihuan, the main city of Fengzhou."

After receiving Zhao Zongren's promise, Zhao Zongjie's face was instantly filled with ecstasy, and he quickly bloomed with lotus flowers, doing his best to flatter him, hoping to make his position in the other party's heart more stable.

Although they were far apart, Chen Shaobai's hearing was extremely sensitive and he kept the words of the two people into his ears.

When the two of them shamelessly talked about how to massacre slaves and servants to increase their evil spirits, Chen Shaobai's face was calm, but a deep chill was brewing in his eyes.
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