The men in Chengjiazhuang practice knives and guns. In addition to the only set of "Thirteen Styles of Sharp Knife" and basic shooting skills, they are all the crop styles they have figured out by themselves, which are practical and simple.

The nature of the villagers is also very simple. If you want to practice martial arts, just say what is right or wrong. Everyone thinks about it, there are not so many taboos and rules. Moreover, Cheng Yuan is one of the only nine internal martial artists in Chengjiazhuang. When he comes to give advice, the clan members will naturally be happy.

"...so!" Cheng Yuan guided Uncle Yonghe's stand and strength with his hands, and directly slashed down with a smooth knife.

laugh!

The air seemed to be split.

"Yes! This knife is so comfortable!" Uncle Yonghe said in surprise. With Cheng Yuan's current strength, he naturally felt the smoothest feeling of exerting force, as if all the strength in his body exploded in this knife.

"Uncle Yonghe, you can try it again." Cheng Yuan let go of his hand and smiled.

He traveled through time to this time, and he learned sword skills from these uncles since he was a child. Now he can help them in the opposite direction, so he will naturally feel good.

"Ayuan, come and see my sword skills, and give me some advice." Another burly man also strode over and laughed.

"Okay." Cheng Yuan looked at it a few times, then went up to pinch his arm, and guided him: "Uncle Yongshan, your legs and waist are all connected, but there is a bit of a barrier to the force on this arm."

As he said that, Cheng Yuan used his strength and suddenly pulled Cheng Yongshan's arm and exerted force. Cheng Yongshan felt that his whole body's strength was caused by the pull, so he naturally slashed his sword.

"Yes, yes, I'm just this slanted twitch. I've always felt a little awkward. Thanks to A Yuan, you helped me." Cheng Yongshan immediately gestured continuously excitedly.

Some men from Chengjiazhuang next to him saw it and hurriedly surrounded him: "Ayuan, please help me see too."

"And my marksmanship, or do you give me some advice?"

At this time.

At the entrance of the martial arts training ground, a young man wearing a blue brocade dress and a gloomy face happened to pass by. It was Song Qing from the Song Mansion.

He subconsciously glanced into the martial arts training ground and saw many men from Chengjiazhuang sweating proficiently, with disdain flashing in his eyes.

"Hmph, these crop handles, and the Thirteenth Swords of Swords, are all third-rate sword techniques that are rampant and a bunch of mud legs."

Suddenly, he saw Cheng Yuan, who was surrounded by some men in Chengjiazhuang and was pointing his sword skills, and his eyes suddenly became sharp: "It's him!"

He also had a deep impression of what Mr. He said, Cheng Yuan, who could not see through the truth, but it was a very bad impression.

"It should be him who snatched the quota recommended by the gods." Song Qing's face twisted: "Why? Such a broken farmer is worthy of such a quota? Old He still can't see through it?"

He has always been arrogant and has good qualifications. With years of hard work and resources from the Song Mansion, he has already reached the level of a warrior who has entered the house. Naturally, he looks down on Zhuangzi like Chengjiazhuang, which does not even have better martial arts.

Suddenly, Cheng Yuan, who was far away, grabbed the arm of a tribe and waved the knife with him: "When the knife is slashed out, you must integrate all your strength!"

laugh!

The blade whizzed through the air and let out a scream.

"Huh?" Song Qing looked at Cheng Yuan's movements and his eyes suddenly became sharp: "This knife, his strength..."

He has been practicing since childhood and has been given guidance from experts such as the Song Mansion Guests, seniors, etc., so his eyesight is naturally very high.

"The strength penetrates the whole body and comes naturally, and it can still be so smooth when grasping other people's hands. Cheng Yuan is really a bit of skill."

"Is he really better than me?" Song Qing narrowed his eyes, felt harsh in his heart, and walked over.

Cheng Yuan, who was guiding his tribe, suddenly felt a look fall on him.

He subconsciously turned his head and happened to see a handsome young man wearing blue brocade clothes walking towards him.

"It's from the Song Mansion."

Cheng Yuan naturally remembered the four people from the Song Mansion I met yesterday, and this young man was one of them.

"Is there anything wrong with the guest?" Cheng Yuan asked naturally.

"Are you Cheng Yuan? I have heard of you, the number one young man in Chengjiazhuang." Song Qing smiled and said, "It's boring to be idle, why don't we have a chance to have a conversation?"

Cheng Yuan frowned slightly. After he became a celestial being, he felt extremely sensitive and had long discovered that this young man seemed to have obscure hostility towards him.

"What's the purpose of this person?" Although Cheng Yuan was puzzled, he was from the Song family in Youhe County. He didn't know the details and didn't want to get into trouble for nothing.

"It's time to have breakfast soon, it's not very convenient." Cheng Yuan said with a smile.

"What's inconvenient? It won't take much time to discuss it." Song Qing was polite on the surface, but in fact he was a little aggressive in his tone.

"How can I really use a knife and a gun in the early morning? What if I hurt the guest?" Cheng Yongshan next to me was also smoothing out.

After all, Song Qing is from the Song family, a big family in Youhe County, and the men in Chengjiazhuang don’t want to cause trouble.

Cheng Yuanshan's words were unintentional, but they suddenly touched Song Qing's thoughts. Song Qing's face immediately became cold: "Are you afraid of hurting me?"

The quota that was originally intended to be set was gone, but Song Ya was scolded. In addition, the quota that might have been snatched away by Cheng Yuan had already made Song Qing angry.

Now, even a mud-legged person dares to say that he is afraid of hurting him? He looks down on him?

"The people from Chengjiazhuang are not so cowardly, are they?" Song Qing simply tore off his face and sneered directly.

The men in Chengjiazhuang next to him suddenly looked ugly.

Is this Song family specialized in finding fault?

However, although the Zhuangli tribesmen are straight-hearted, they know that it is difficult to have a conflict with the Song family for no reason and are still restraining them.

Cheng Yongshan and several uncles seemed to want to smooth things over, but Cheng Yuan's expression became cold and said coldly to Song Qing: "How do guests want to compete?"

"Ayuan, this..." Cheng Yongshan was anxious. The other side was obviously looking for trouble, but it was also the identity of the Song family.

If Song Qing was hurt, Chengjiazhuang would inevitably suffer from trouble.

Hurting Cheng Yuan? It's something they don't want to see.

In short, Chengjiazhuang won’t be able to win or lose in this fight.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt him." Cheng Yuan reached out to stop them, looked at Song Qing and said coldly.

"Interesting." Song Qing laughed in anger: "Let's do it, let go of your hands and feet, we use weapons. As long as we don't die, it doesn't matter what we hurt."

"Don't worry, the Song Mansion will not pursue it."

Cheng Yuan could naturally hear his potential meaning. Everyone was really trying to fight. I promised not to pursue the injury to my Song Mansion. If you hurt you, Chengjiazhuang will not cause trouble.

"Yes." As soon as Cheng Yuan finished speaking, he saw Song Qing take out a knife from behind. The scabbard was quite elegant and elegant.

bass!

He drew his sword and was about three feet and three inches long.

The sword is as dark as ink, with a cold light flowing on the blade, and there are many mysterious forging patterns on the blade, emitting an extremely magical aura.

"Slaying the Nether Knife?!"

"What? Is he holding the sword of the Ming?" Looking at the knife in Song Qing's hand, many men from Chengjiazhuang shouted.

"Zhunting the Nether Sword?" Cheng Yuan was also extremely surprised. This Nether Sword was a standard magic weapon forged by Tianyusi. Each of them was worth at least 1,500 taels of silver.

This is a magical sword that can control ghosts and is above all ordinary treasure swords.

If some powerful martial arts masters hold it, they can kill ghosts and gods!

Like Chengjiazhuang, he spent three thousand taels of silver savings to buy two swords and one of them in the village.

Another thing is what the hunting team must carry when going up the mountain in case of accidents.

Before, when Cheng Yuan followed the Chengjiazhuang hunting team up the mountain, he accidentally met a mountain ghost. If the captain of the hunting team, Cheng Yongshi, brought the sword that could restrain the ghost, he would have been lost in the mountains.

The sword of the Mingshou was worth 1,500 taels of silver, and the Song family like Song Qing actually carried one with him.

This shows that the Song Mansion in Youhe County is rich and powerful.

Cheng Yuandou was a little jealous. He still owed Huo Dao 1,000 taels of silver, and owed two hundred taels of silver in the clan, which totaled 1,200 taels of money.

If you have a Killing Dark Sword, you can pay off the debt directly, and there will be a lot left.

"Guest, it's not appropriate for you to use the Dark Knife to compete with it, right?" Seeing the Dark Knife in Song Qing's hand, Cheng Yongshan couldn't help but speak.

The Nether Knife not only has the magical power to restrain ghosts, but its material and forging technology are even better than all ordinary weapons. It is extremely tough and extremely sharp.

The iron knife that Chengjiazhuang forged by himself will be damaged and even cut off if it is not received a few times.

"Stop talking nonsense, what you should be on your back is the Deep Sword of Fenghuo Ji? Although it is far less than the Killing of the Nether Sword, it should still be able to hold on if you try it once."

Song Qing looked at the hilt of the knife behind Cheng Yuan's back and said coldly.

Cheng Yuan was a little surprised by Song Qing's eyesight, and he could tell the deep sword from the hilt just by distinguishing it from the knife handle.

However, he was reluctant to use the Deep Sword to fight against the Deep Sword, and he might be cut out by accident.

"Uncle Yongshan, lend me your knife." Cheng Yuan took off the deep knife on his back and handed it to Cheng Yongshan.

If he uses an ordinary iron knife, even if it is broken, he can still afford to pay ten taels of silver.
Chapter completed!