In the inner courtyard room, Yang Huilan and Jin Dapeng stood still motionless. At this time, two or three hours had passed since Chu Ling entered the room.

"What's going on? Who is the master who sent a thousand miles of voice? Why is the hero of Guanzhong gone forever?"

In the outer courtyard, hundreds of people from the world were talking about it. Some said that the heroes of Guanzhong were unwilling to proclaim the title of Guanzhong No. 1 and sneaked away; some said that the master who sent a thousand miles of voices defeated the heroes of Guanzhong. He believed that he had no face and ran away in shame.

In short, if Chu Ling doesn't come out again, it will be a big blow to his reputation and reputation. If this group of extremely disappointed people leave today and spread the news, then the prestige of the hero in the world may no longer be related to the prestige of the hero.

"Don't worry, Chu is here now."

Just as everyone was wondering whether Chu Ling had left quietly, a graceful figure in white clothes and white fans walked out of the room, and along with him were a simple and honest old man with white hair and beard.

"Just just now, this distant grandfather from Chu came to visit. Chu treated her. You are not in a hurry."

Chu Ling shook her sleeves and gave a wink at Gongsun Wulong beside her. Gongsun Wulong immediately understood and said, "I am the seventh uncle of Young Master Chu. I miss my relatives and become sick. I have only chatted in the room for a while. Please don't blame me, Young Master."

It turned out that my grandfather was reminiscing about the past and thought something was wrong.

A group of people from the world waved their hands with relief and said with a bold look on their faces: "That Young Master Chu, will this Guanzhong martial arts continue?"

"Continue, why don't you continue?" Chu Ling smiled slightly and said lightly: "Carrying martial arts in Guanzhong is a major event that I and the prefect are responsible for. It is no better than Guanzhong's number one, how can it end easily?"

"The two contestants just now..." The Qifeng Swordsman asked with a concern with his sword hilt in his hand: "Look at their appearance, they must have been hit by some immobilization technique."

"Oh, that's because I saw that their movements were too dangerous and would touch life, so I just clicked the acupoints." Chu Ling nodded slightly and explained: "Now the two have recovered and arranged to rest in the room."

So that's what it means, the heroes of Guanzhong are kind-hearted and afraid that they will have no eyes on the sword and sword, so they have specially provided a layer of security.

The people in the martial arts world suddenly felt warm in their hearts, and their admiration for Chu Ling became stronger.

"Okay, okay, everyone cheer up and the game starts again."

A hint of coldness and sternness flashed in Chu Ling's eyes, and he shouted loudly: "The next game will be played by the Japanese swordsman Hassan against the blind leg master Li Qing!"

...

It was almost dusk and the sky was dim. The day's competition came to an end. When the crowd dispersed, Chu Ling slowly walked into the inner room and closed the door.

"How is it? Do you see the extraordinaryness of this knife?"

Chu Ling pointed to the black iron kitchen knife placed on the table and asked Gongsun Wulong.

"This knife... is unusual." Gongsun Wulong narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up and down at the blade, and said, "The material is Hanshan black iron, which is indestructible. After hundreds of processes of tempering by the magic craftsman, it was finally made into such a treasure knife that was as sharp as mud."

After speaking, Gongsun Wulong gently slid over the blade with his right hand, a drop of blood was emitted, and he shook his head and said, "I think the seventh layer of my turtle shell magic skill has a deep internal force as the foundation, and it is still easily cut through the skin. In today's world, this knife is probably the best magic weapon."

Li Dazui's black iron kitchen knife is indeed quite good.

But thinking about his background, it is not surprising that all this is: my mother is the once famous Xuanyuan of the Broken Finger, and his master is the chef of the Yellow Crane Tower, the world's No. 1 floor. Can the mysterious props such a person take out?

"But Master, you asked me to seal all the acupoints of Yang Huilan and Jin Dapeng, and then seize the sword. Isn't it a bit..."

Gongsun Wulong showed a little doubt on his face. Isn’t the hero of Guanzhong a noble person with pure character? What Chu Ling did seemed to be no different from his own.

"This, my teacher naturally knows it." Chu Ling coughed with a strong assumption, and tried hard to organize the words and explained: "This Jin Dapeng is the leader of the bandit who is causing trouble for the side. If he catches him, it can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people. And this Yang Huilan is just talking about it..."

Gongsun Wulong frowned and asked: "I dare to ask Master to explain in detail, what are the things that this weak woman does?"

"Hey, if you have to know, I will tell you a story." Chu Ling waved her sleeves and said with a sigh: "I thought I had traveled all over the world and found an inn called 'Tongfu'. There was a chef in this inn who fell in love with the affectionate Yang Huilan at first sight. However, King Xiang was ruthless in his intentional goddess. Yang Huilan not only had no affection for him, but instead cheated the chef of money and feelings. Even this black iron kitchen knife was obtained from this chef."

"So that's it." Gongsun Wulong suddenly realized and said with admiration: "The hero is indeed very wise and follows the cause and effect of his actions. Disciples should learn."

Chu Ling sighed in his heart. Gongsun Wulong was indeed simple-minded. The explanation just now was full of loopholes, but he failed to find out, but instead believed his words.

It seems that when you travel around the world, your mind is as important as martial arts, otherwise you will be sold and then counted for others.

"What are the master's plans next?" Gongsun Wulong looked at Chu Ling respectfully and asked softly: "Continue to play house with those little kids?"

The group of second- and third-rate masters who are good at martial arts in Guanzhong are no different from three-year-old children in Gongsun Wulong's eyes. They are all ants that can be killed with just one palm.

"This is not a playhouse, on the contrary, this is an important force in the martial arts world."

Chu Ling curled a smile on his lips and asked Gongsun Wulong: "Gongsun, you are very skilled in martial arts and unparalleled in the world. How many people can you compete with?"

"If these smelly fish and shrimps outside the house are all the same, I can fight against one hundred." Gongsun Wulong's beard slightly raised and said confidently.

The magical power of the Turtle Shell ensures that his defense is unsolvable, and he can control the pointing of acupoints in the air. He wanders among these masters with poor martial arts. He only needs a few breaths to determine the outcome.

"Will one fight against a hundred? Huh, what if a thousand people besiege you?" Chu Ling asked again.

"Thirty-six strategies are the best. Although I am not good at light skills, there are not only one or two people who can compete with me in the world." Gongsun Wulong said proudly.

"Thousands of people can escape, but ten thousand people, one hundred thousand people, one million people?!"

Chu Ling asked every question deep into Gongsun Wulong's heart, like a big bell, hitting his chest.

"Master, what do you mean..." Gongsun Wulong's voice trembled, as if he had guessed Chu Ling's meaning.
Chapter completed!