"Everyone dispersed."

Everyone in Chengjiazhuang scattered and formed an open space of more than ten feet.

"Are you sure, use this knife?" Song Qing looked at Cheng Yuan and asked coldly.

Cheng Yuan held the knife with a clear knife and said lightly: "Come on."

With the realm of heaven and man, even if you only use the strength and speed of an internal martial artist, your strength is greater than that of a martial arts master. You can use any knife to completely abuse Song Qing.

So he was reluctant to use a deep knife.

"Very good." Before he took action, Song Qing took a deep breath, calmed down, his eyes as ice.

He was able to reach the level of a warrior at this age, and his mind was not ordinary. Although he was violent in his heart at this moment, he was not impatient when he took action.

call!

Song Qing moved suddenly, took two steps under his feet, and slashed the Nether Sword in his hand towards Cheng Yuan. The sword light flashed, extremely fierce.

"The whole body is integrated into one, and the body technique and sword technique are combined with subtlety to achieve the wonderfulness. This person is not weak."

Cheng Yuan slashed the body of the Nether Knife from the side.

With his strength and realm, Song Qing's sword skills are just a playhouse in front of him.

Cheng Yuan was observing Song Qing's strength while judging in his heart.

"The uncles and uncles in Chengjiazhuang have practiced swords and guns for decades, but they have no exquisite martial arts practice. Although they are very proficient in the basics, they often have some habitual flaws and gaps."

"And this young man in the Song family seems to be taught by a famous teacher. He has practiced a lot of profound martial arts, has a perfect foundation, and is much better than my uncles and uncles in Chengjiazhuang in realm."

"Ghost Snake Sword Technique!"

Scream! Scream!

Song Qing stabbed several times, but was blocked by Cheng Yuan. After gritting his teeth, the sword light in his hand slashed several times in the air like a poisonous snake. The track was unexpected, and the cold light flashed in front of Cheng Yuan's eyes.

However, although this sword technique is vicious, it is useless in front of Cheng Yuan's absolute realm. The long sword in his hand lifts the heavy weight and slashes several times, all of which hit the side of the sword that Killing Ming Dao, sweeping the sword open.

Song Qing's wrist was sore, his eyes were full of horror and disbelief: "How is it possible? With my full strength, I can accurately slash every knife on the side of my knife?"

Such a grasp of strength and vision are far from what he can imagine.

"Impossible! How is it possible? Just a broken farmer, how can such a master be cultivated?" Song Qing was unwilling to accept it, shouted angrily, and used all his strength to shoot the sword again. All the various sword techniques he had practiced were used one after another.

The sword light was sharp and the sword energy was whistling. The two fought within a few feet of a radius, and the figure moved and the cold light flashed.

In just a short moment, Song Qing almost used all the sword techniques he had learned, but he still couldn't do anything to the young man in Chengjiazhuang in front of him.

"Ah!" Song Qing's eyes were red, and he slashed with anger. The air seemed to be cut open and a screamed.

Cheng Yuan's eyes also became cold.

This young man from the Song Dynasty was a little confused.

"Save it!"

Cheng Yuan suddenly turned the sword light, and it happened to be shocked on the side of the Killing Ming Dao. Song Qing suddenly felt a powerful force coming in the gap between the exertion of force, and the Killing Ming Dao flew out unconsciously.

bass!

The sharp blade of the blue-black magic weapon that was close to the ink was directly inserted into the ground of the martial arts training ground.

Song Qing subconsciously took a few steps back and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief: "How could it be..."

"I really lost?"

Cheng Yuan looked at the knife in his hand. There were already many scratches on the blade, all of which appeared with a light rubbing of the blade.

Although the blade is not defective, it will probably cost nearly one or two taels of silver to repair these.

His heart twitched faintly, and he said to Song Qing, who was stunned and stunned, with a blank expression: "Please do it." Then he turned around and left.

After going back to have dinner with Uncle San and the others, Cheng Yuan still needs to prepare to continue going out for practice.

Song Qing murmured to himself in a daze. When he heard Cheng Yuan's words, he suddenly looked up, his eyes full of bloodshot: "No! Come again!"

He took a few steps, pulled out the knife from the ground, and rushed directly to Cheng Yuan: "Don't leave!"

Cheng Yuan turned around and looked at him with cold eyes.

"Song Qing!" An angry scolding came from the entrance of the martial arts training ground.

At the same time, a terrifying figure quickly rushed from the entrance of the martial arts training ground. Song Qing was about to raise his sword and slash down towards Cheng Yuan who was turning around, but his wrist was directly clicked by a residual shadow.

clang.

The Killing Dagger landed on the ground.

"Old He." Song Qing stared at the old man in front of him in a daze, but was slapped in the face by Song Ya who was rushing to come.

This slap knocked Song Qing over his head and his cheeks were bruised and swollen.

"Song Qing, okay, sneak attack behind the scenes?" Song Ya's beautiful face contained anger: "Where are you putting the face of the Song family?"

Song Qing's face turned pale and he didn't say anything. After calming down, he regretted it.

He was already defeated by Cheng Yuan, but now he was even more embarrassed.

He looked around, and the eyes of the people in Chengjiazhuang looking at him were filled with contempt, indifference and anger.

"Brother Cheng Yuan, sorry." He was silent for a while, his face stiffened, and he stood in a hurry toward Cheng Yuan.

Cheng Yuan ignored him at all.

If it weren't for the fact that Song Qing had shouted before he took action, he would have let Song Qing taste the price of blood.

"Brother Cheng, it's our Song Mansion that people are wrong. The little girl apologizes here." Song Ya looked at Cheng Yuan, her face calmed down, and she bowed.

"It's okay." Cheng Yuan's tone was a little cold.

Song Qing came to provoke for no reason, and was defeated and was still unwilling to be attacked. Anyone would be angry.

However, Chengjiazhuang is not easy to offend the Song family, and Cheng Yuan does not want to bother too much.

"This sword that kills the underworld is a plea from our Song family. I also ask Brother Cheng to accept it." Song Ya smiled slightly when she heard this, took off the sword around her waist, and handed it to Cheng Yuan.

The men in Chengjiazhuang around were all breathless, and the Song family's wealth and ambition were evident.

"Is it apologizing to me for one thousand five hundred taels of sword sword?" Cheng Yuan was stunned, frowned, and said nothing.

Although Song Qing's sneak attack was stopped by the old man of the Song family, he didn't really get involved. The Song family's apology was too heavy, and it seemed to be a bit of a desire to be related to human relationships.

"No need, it's too expensive." Cheng Yuan shook his head.

Although he is short of money now, he doesn't want to have anything to do with the Song family casually.

Looking at Cheng Yuan's reaction, Song Ya's smile slightly stopped. She understood Cheng Yuan's thoughts and said, "Since Brother Cheng doesn't want to kill the Ming Dao, there are 300 taels of silver here, which is also the sincerity of my Song family. I hope Brother Cheng must accept it."

She took out three silver notes from her waist and handed them to Cheng Yuan.

"...Okay, then I'll accept it." Cheng Yuan thought for a moment, then reached out to take it. Now he was short of money, and as a plea for the Song Mansion, he really had a clear conscience when he took it.

Seeing Cheng Yuan accepting the silver notes, Song Ya smiled and said, "Four days later, it will be the day for the trial of heaven and man in Youhe County. If Brother Cheng arrives, you can come to my Song Mansion as a guest. The Song Mansion will definitely treat you well."

After saying that, Song Ya bowed and took Song Qing and the old man in the Song family to leave.

After they walked away, Cheng Yuan then twisted the silver notes in his hand. The paper was tough and should not be a fake, so he put it in his arms.

"Okay, A Yuan!" Cheng Yongshan and his uncle were surrounded, and they were all excited: "The Song Qing just now had a lot of sword skills, but he didn't expect that you would be able to defeat him."

They have practiced martial arts for decades and their eyesight is also fierce. Not to mention that Song Qing is already an internal martial artist, and his sword technique alone is better than most of them.

As a result, Cheng Yuan used an ordinary iron knife to knock Song Qing's sword to kill him, and no matter how she used it, she could not do anything.

"I have improved my sword skills recently, and it happened just now." Cheng Yuan said modestly, but he thought subconsciously in his heart.

Then Song Qing, whose moves are rigorous and exquisite, and whose power is integrated into one, has already surpassed most men in Jiazhuang. I wonder which level should be considered a warrior, warrior, master, or master?
Chapter completed!