Martial arts: Stealthy martial arts at the beginning

The next day
"Sovereign, He Batian, the lord of Chuanyong City, is here."

Duan Lang sat in the lobby of the City Lord's Mansion and listened to his disciple's report and said:

"How many people did he bring?"

"Report to the suzerain, the other party has brought five or six people, all of whom seem to be martial arts masters!"

Duan Lang's expression froze, it was obvious that the other party was not here to redeem someone.

Instead, he came directly to fight Xuanhuangzong.Battles like this are brought with top combat power.

What's the use of bringing disciples here?Do you want to be cannon fodder?

"Go, follow me to see"

Duanlang waved his sleeves behind his back and strode out.

Walking out of the city lord's mansion, he saw a mighty middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe and a jade robe, carrying a big knife.

Followed by five people, all holding swords, it seems that there are still more swordsmen in the martial arts world.

After all, handsome!

"Duanlang, quickly hand over my son."

With a loud voice, He Batian directly asked Duanlang to make friends.

This style is not at all like a person who has been in a high position for a long time, but like a bandit leader.

"He Batian, you've been a city lord for too long and you're a fool? Don't you know what your son did?"

"If you ask me to let him go, I will let him go? I am your father? Do you want to follow you?"

Duan Lang opened his mouth in disdain and lashed out.

"Your majestic Xuanhuang Sect master actually used his tongue?"

He Batian didn't respond for a while and said.
Duan Lang smiled and said: "If you don't want to follow Duan to show off his tongue, you can also show me the real thing!"

"Of course, if you don't satisfy me, your son will die!"

He Batian knew that he was wrong, after all, it was his son who brought someone to the door, but who will reason with you about the grievances in the world?
It's not about whoever has the bigger fist speaks.

"Duanlang, you let my son go before we talk."

"Okay." Duanlang was not afraid of the other party's tricks.

After ordering his disciples to bring He Zhijie over, he looked at He Batian and said:

"How is it? Has City Lord He thought about what to do?"

"Duanlang, I have been the city lord for more than ten years! You have only been a few days? Tell me the conditions? I can be your father!"

He Batian talked rudely to Duanlang about his seniority.

"Don't talk about it with me. Be the father of the suzerain? You are afraid that your son will lose his life, so you don't want to live?"

"You are not ashamed, I want to see how you want my life"

"Give it to me!"

"Rain of Swords"

"Kyushu Swordsmanship"

Then He Batian waved his hand and several people behind him rushed towards Duanlang.
"Stubborn, I haven't released your son yet, so I'm in a hurry to do it."

The Duanlangjian didn't use the lightness kung fu to dodge the attacks of several people, and then it dodged between the four of them.

"Dragon Cloud Palm"

A newly synthesized palm technique hit one of them on the chest.

"Pfft" the person in the palm immediately vomited blood and fell to the ground, unable to get up again!

"What? He is so powerful."

He Batian's eyelids twitched as he watched from behind. .

One of the four was beaten to death without even touching his clothes.

"Running Thunder Legs"

Duanlang's legwork became stronger and faster after the fusion.

In the blink of an eye, he kicked another person in the stomach with one leg,

Afterwards, his eyes rolled over and he couldn't afford it!

The last person took a sword and quickly backed away, fearing that he would also suffer disaster.

Duanlang smiled and looked at He Batian and said, "How is it? City Lord He, do you want to try my martial arts by yourself?"

He Batian's face was ugly, he knew his martial arts, even though he could be regarded as a first-class master.

But that's also the bottom line.It is said that Duanlang has obtained the true biography of the Sword Master.

So his swordsmanship must be stronger than his hand and foot skills.

I can't even see his fist and kick skills clearly, how can I fight?
At the same time, He Zhijie was also brought out by his disciples!
"Father! Help me, I want to go home."

When He Zhijie saw He Batian, he immediately yelled to go home.

He had suffered enough these past few days, and he wore coarse clothes and linen.

He ate leftovers, and every day he poured out the chamber pot to feed the horses.

Living with the former eldest and young master is simply heaven and earth.

He regretted it, he really shouldn't have come to Xuanhuang City to make trouble.

"Zhijie, Zhijie, how are you?"

Seeing his son's miserable appearance, He Batian was heartbroken, this is his own lineage!

"Father, take me home quickly, I don't want to stay here."

"Okay, okay, okay, dad will take you back right away"

He Batian quickly nodded to comfort his son, then turned his head and pointed at Duanlang and said:
"Duanlang, you treat my son like this."

Duanlang clasped his ears and blew.

"Please, your son killed my disciple and flirted with my woman. I'm too generous if I don't kill him, okay?"

"Just let him do some work, why can't my people do it?"

"It's just that I still provide him with three meals a day, without money?"

"Father, don't listen to his nonsense, he gives me leftovers every day, and that's for dogs, dad."

He Zhijie shouted as he struggled desperately under the restraint of Xuanhuangzong's disciples.

"Duanlang, you actually gave my son dog food, the old man will fight with you."

He Batian raised his sword and rushed over, wanting to avenge his son's insult.

"Batian Thirteen Knives, Duan Lang accepts his life."

[Ding, it is detected that the masters in the late stage of Guiyuan are using rubbish skills, do you want to learn it?]

"Learn what a fart!"

With a curse inwardly, Duanlang rushed towards He Batian's saber energy.

"Longhai Waves"

The palm technique is rigid with softness, and softness with rigidity, like a dragon swimming in the sea, combining rigidity and softness.

Cleave the opponent's sword light with one palm, and then go straight in with both palms.

Just as he was about to slap his opponent's chest with his palm, He Batian flipped his blade over.

He blocked Duan Lang's deadly palm with the blade, but the blade broke.

Duan Lang's palm didn't stop, it still hit his chest.

With a "poof", He Batian fell to the ground.

Although not fatal, it also hurts bones.

Seeing that his father had also been defeated, He Zhijie collapsed on the ground in a daze.

Duanlang twisted the dance of the ax gang, walked up to He Batian and said lightly:

"How is it? City Lord He, can you still fight?"

"If you want to kill, you can do whatever you want, why should Duancheng Lord humiliate me?"

He Batian said proudly with his head held high.

Duan Lang immediately waved his hand and said, "Hey, City Lord He is exaggerating, there's no need to fight and kill our neighbors, isn't it?"

"What's the meaning of the Duancheng Lord?"

"Respect me, Xuan Huangzong, and treat me as master!"

He Batian immediately shouted: "Impossible, I, He Batian, is wise and wise, and I will never be a dog."

"Don't speak so harshly, Lord He, think about the world meeting, and then think about me, Xuan Huangzong."

"The worst thing is to think about your useless son. He is the last only seedling of your He family. Are you willing to let him die?"

"Furthermore, it doesn't have to be a dog to respect me."

"With my strength, how much do you think I need you?"

He Batian thought for a while and felt that Duanlang's words were quite correct.

With his strength, if there is something he can't solve, he can't do anything.

Then he looked at his unfilial son who was paralyzed on the ground.

Finally, with a bitter smile, he got up and knelt down on one knee and said:
"He Batian in Chuanyong City is willing to respect the Suzerain Duan and become a subsidiary of Xuanhuangzong"