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Volume 1, Chapter 28: First Smell of Tempering Qi

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    "Aji! What you want in life is to be open-minded and open-minded. After entering Muxi City, you have restrained your mind, and even your swordsmanship has been fettered. How can you still have half of the spirit you had when you chased a tiger across a stream?"

    "If you can't break through this layer, it will be difficult to advance your swordsmanship. This is not good, not good!"

    Chen Shaobai took a closer look and saw that the speaker was wearing a sword on his waist. His skin was scorched yellow, his eyes were thin and his beard was long. His hair was tied up with a silver band - who was it if it wasn't Ba Qingtian?

    It¡¯s just that last time the opponent was riding a tall horse and couldn¡¯t see the whole picture. At this time, Chen Shaobai finally saw the whole picture of Ba Qingtian.  Ba Qingtian's stature is on the short side, less than seven feet, but even if he doesn't speak and stands there quietly, there is a strong evil aura all over his body. Unless he is an extremely nervous person, there will be no one at all.  Dare to laugh at him because of his height.

    "Speaking of which, Fengzhou Mu is still stationed in Muxi City all year round. The two most powerful gangsters in the area are roaming around in the city without anyone checking them" Although he was complaining like this, Chen Shaobai was in a very happy mood.

    Ba Qingtian's gift of the sword prompted him to walk out of Qiu Huanquan. Without him, Chen Shaobai would not have been able to easily kill his enemy.

    Besides, he doesn¡¯t have many friends, so when he suddenly sees two people who talk to each other, he naturally feels comfortable.

    He was going to see how the bald man who was so heroic that day and killed people as easily as eating and drinking would respond.

    As soon as Ba Qingtian finished speaking, Noriji, who was initially timid due to the identity of the other party, suddenly trembled.

    Zhao Ziheng, who was wearing a blue shirt across from him, thought it was because of fear, so he was satisfied: "If you are afraid of death, just kneel on the ground and kowtow three times. I may be happy and I will spare you."  This dog¡¯s life.¡±

    When he spoke, Zhao Ziheng¡¯s eyes were filled with joy.

    He jumped out to provoke Noriji not only because he was infatuated with Chen Mengxuan, who had run away from home, but also because he wanted to step on him and gain the limelight, so he didn't leave any room for his words.

    "Hey! If you want to fight with swords, I will help you! Damn it, if the tiger doesn't show its power, it will treat me like a sick cat!"

    Noriyoshi shouted loudly, suppressing all the noisy sounds in the field, and a fishy aura came out of his body. Some people who were not killing evil people were so scared that their hands and feet were weak, and they could not even hold the sword in their hands tightly.  .

    Although Zhao Ziheng was not at that point, he was frightened by the angry shout from the click and took two steps back.

    As the seventh young master of the Zhao family, as long as he expressed his intention to fight with swords, the other party would immediately be frightened to death. Even if his swordsmanship was better than his, he would not have the slightest courage to take action. He never expected that he would meet here today.  A desperate fool.

    Immediately, Zhao Ziheng's face turned red when he realized that he was retreating, and he drew his sword with a swipe. He took the lead in raising the long sword in his hand and launched an attack.

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

    Snapped!

    A half-inch long blast of wind came out from the tip of the sword, but Noriji barely dodged it and hit a piece of black brick beside him, directly shattering two black bricks.

    Zhao Ziheng, who had seized the opportunity, chased and attacked fiercely for a while, waving the long sword in his hand, and the strong wind was like a human-shaped steamroller, destroying countless bricks and tiles.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? If the people in the arena weren¡¯t skilled in swordsmanship and knew how to use dodge, I¡¯m afraid that many onlookers would have been affected by the remaining power of the sword.

    For a time, Zhao Ziheng was in a good situation, and the balance of victory seemed to be tilting towards him.

    But when he saw this, Chen Shaobai shook his head slightly: "If you dare to use the sword indiscriminately even if you are not a swordsman, Zhao Ziheng will definitely lose."

    A swordsman does not have the invincible physique of a swordsman. As long as he fails to defeat his opponent after firing the sword two or three times, his own blood flow will be blocked and he will not be able to recover enough energy.  The movement will also slow down, and it is easy for the enemy to seize the opportunity and stab him to death.

    So every time he fights with someone, he basically sees the opportunity and activates the sword, which has the final say.

    While Chen Shaobai was speaking, there was another person beside him who made the same prediction: "Zhao Ziheng will definitely lose."

    The source of the sound didn¡¯t sound too far away, so Chen Shaobai turned his head to see which master was speaking.

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

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

    When he called him like that, Kang Jingwu turned around and stared at Chen Shaobai's hand for a while, with a smile on his face: "I haven't seen you for many months, Brother Shaobai is still as charming as ever. Judging from your current progress, we will still have him in the future.  Maybe we can become classmates!"

      "Classmate? I am a person from the countryside. Although I am not illiterate, I have never studied famous classics. I will definitely not be able to enter Xianzhou University." Chen Shaobai shook his head with a smile.

    He has lived in Muxi City for several months. Although he rarely communicates with people, he gradually knows the name of the Kyushu Academy of Shang Dynasty.

    "These state-level universities are all places used to train high-ranking officials and scholars. People like him with no background or literary talent may not be able to clear the way even if they use ten thousand taels of silver to clear the way.

    Unexpectedly, when he heard what he said, Kang Jingwu just played with the miniature Bagua array in his hand and said with a smile: "Studying famous classics and moral articles is done by a genius like Ye Haoran. I have never touched it. I just like it.  Just study some words and sentences and dance with the sword in your spare time."

    Don¡¯t you need to learn something like eight-legged essay?  Sword dancing in your spare time?

    Chen Shaobai subconsciously looked at Kang Jingwu's palm.

    The palms were as pink and white as a baby, exuding a translucent luster, and were as hot as two burning stoves. He could feel the heat radiating from them even half a foot away.

    This is unreasonable!

    How could you not have any calluses on your hands when you play with a small Bagua plate every day?

    "It turns out that brother Jingwu is still a strong man in the swordsman realm, but my younger brother is blind and cannot recognize Mount Tai."

    Chen Shaobai has made a lot of progress during this period. It is not only his swordsmanship that has been improved, but also his related experience and knowledge.  This was not the first time I met Kang Jingwu, but this time I could tell at a glance that he was extraordinary.

    "Swordsman? Alas Fengzhou's level of swordsmanship is too poor. It's a waste of your qualifications."

    "Swordsmen, swordsmen, and swordsmen are just ordinary people in the qi-refining stage. If they can really break through to the qi-quenching stage and become a swordsman, they can be free and easy, but they can be the shepherd of a state and control the lives and deaths of hundreds of millions of people."  Kang Jingwu shook his head.

    "Refining oneself and quenching Qi?" Chen Shaobai was greatly moved and shocked by the other party's words. He was about to continue to ask questions, but was interrupted by the sound of a sharp sword entering his body.

    Pfft!

    Dianji suddenly withdrew the four-foot giant sword, but Zhao Ziheng, who had been so domineering just now, had turned into a puddle of flesh, without any life left.

    "I broke the master's arrangement, and Aji came to take the blame."

    Dianji landed on one knee and said to Ba Qingtian.

    "The nine states in the world have such a broad stage! Fengzhou is just the most comfortable and harmonious hotbed. We have no roots and no credentials. Where can we go?"

    Ba Qingtian waved his hand to signal him to get up, and then turned his attention to Chen Shaobai.

    "An acquaintance of Brother Shaobai? Well, today's goal has been achieved, so I won't bother you anymore."

    After witnessing the swordsmanship of Muxicheng, Kang Jingwu shook his head secretly, cupped his hands to Chen Shaobai, and left the place gracefully.

    Seeing Chen Shaobai approaching, Ba Qingtian's lips curved with a hint of evil, and he teased: "Chen Shaoxia, where is your sword?"

    Chen Shaobai understood that what Ba Qingtian was talking about was not the Taizhong silver sword at his side now, but the bronze sword Mengde that was shattered by Chen Kuangyin.  As a result, I suddenly lost the confidence to speak, and felt a sense of guilt in my heart that I had failed to live up to others' expectations.

    "I'm not good at studying. During the swordsmanship competition, I dreamedthat I was crushed to pieces"

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

    Hearing this, Ba Qingtian not only did not feel the slightest displeasure, but instead burst into laughter: "The person who can crush three thousand fine craftsmen must be a peak swordsman. You can survive from the opponent's hands, which shows that I didn't do it at the beginning."  Wrong person. Not bad, very good!¡±

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