Martial arts: Stealthy martial arts at the beginning

At the same time, in a city in Sichuan
A one-armed young man was swinging a sword, stabbing and twitching in a decent way, and there was already a trace of sword energy surrounding his body.

"Papa papa! OK!"

A middle-aged man walked in and nodded in relief when he saw the man's swordsmanship.

"Dad, you are here."

The young man put down his sword and looked at Humane with a smile.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Zhijie, how is your swordsmanship?"

He Batian was very pleased to see his son practicing sword hard. After the blow of Xuanhuangcheng, his son became more sensible.

From a dude who only knew how to spend time and drink in the past, he now knows how to practice martial arts diligently and has already taken shape.

Although one arm was broken, in the martial arts, as long as the martial arts is well practiced and the level is high enough, one hand is not in the way.

Upon hearing this, He Zhijie looked stern and said: "This holy spirit sword technique is really powerful. In just one year, I have practiced from an ordinary person to a third-rate master."

"But even so, I can only cultivate to the seventh sword. If my hand is not broken, I am afraid that I have already cultivated to the tenth sword."

Ugh!
He Batian sighed slightly and said: "Zhijie, breaking your arm is also a good thing for you. Otherwise, what would you do if you were still the same as before? Besides, you already have this peerless swordsmanship. In the future, I can safely pass on the position of city lord to you."

He Zhijie didn't care about his father's words, but felt that he was making fun of him. Would it be better if he broke a hand?It wasn't your hand that was broken, was it?
He looked at He Batian and said in a condensed voice: "Father, I heard that Xuanhuangzong even has Jian 22, and there are other boxing techniques, palm techniques and various top martial arts?"

He Batian frowned suddenly, not knowing what his son meant by asking this.

But he didn't think too much about it: "Yeah, I don't know how Suzerain Duan has so many martial arts. It is said that he still has a lot of top-level martial arts that he intends to teach his own disciples, but they are not placed in the martial arts hall."

"But you can't eat too much. You have already got the sword sixteen. If you have the opportunity to cultivate to the realm of a first-class master in the future, don't think about other things."

"Then how?" He Zhijie waved his sleeve with one hand and said angrily: "If all the martial arts in Xuanhuangzong are used for the people in our city to learn, then is it far away for us to unify the martial arts?"

"And their martial arts must have been stolen from other sects, but they haven't been discovered yet."

He Batian was startled when he heard his son's words, and quickly covered He Zhijie's mouth and said, "Be careful, if people in Xuanhuang City hear us, we will be finished."

He Zhijie pushed his father away and said arrogantly: "What are you afraid of? I heard that Duanlang has left Xuanhuang City. Although I don't know where he went, he will definitely not come back for a while."

"I have already contacted the major sects in Sichuan, and when the time comes, we will go to Xuanhuangzong together and force them to hand over the major martial arts of Xuanhuangzong."

"What did you say?!" He Batian was startled and hurriedly pulled his son by the neckline and shouted: "Are you crazy? Don't forget that your father and I also got their life and death talisman, do you want me to die?"

He Zhijie forcefully pulled the hand at the neckline and said calmly, "Father, don't worry, Xuan Huangzong's martial arts hall must have a solution to the life-death talisman. The first thing I will get is to help you get rid of the life-death talisman."

However, what he didn't know was that Duanlang didn't put this martial art into the martial arts hall at all, but only taught it to Mingyue Youruo.

He Batian pointed at He Zhijie with trembling arms and said, "Nizi, you naughty son, you actually gambled with your father's life!"

"Father, you can rest at home, you don't have to worry about Xuanhuangcheng."

He Zhijie waved one hand and didn't care about He Ba's nonsense, the once playful character was revealed again, and it became more serious.

What He Batian didn't know was that he had changed since Duanlang chopped off He Zhijie's hand. He only practiced this set of sword skills diligently after receiving the sword sixteen given by Xuanhuangzong.

However, because of one hand, I feel that the cultivation is too slow. If I didn't break my hand, I would have become a first-class master.

Therefore, the hatred for Xuanhuangcheng and Duanlang became more and more in his heart, and he began to plan when he learned that Xuanhuangzong's martial arts hall had a lot of martial arts.

The most direct way is to unite the forces of the entire martial arts world to fight against Duanlang. He does not believe that Duan Lang dares to be an enemy of the entire martial arts world.

Mingyue Youruo naturally learned of He Zhijie's little tricks from the Tianchi killer's information, but she didn't have time to think about these things because Youruo was pregnant
The whole house is extremely happy, and Xiong Ba is by You Ruo's side all day long.

It has to be said that although Xiongba has ambitions, it is based on strength after all. He has no martial arts at all now, as long as he gathers his internal strength, he will immediately feel pain all over his body.

Moreover, he loves his daughter very much, and when he sees her daughter is pregnant, he is more dutiful and stays by his side.

Beside Xiongba was also standing an imposing and extraordinary man looking at this scene with envy.

Thinking of some words Duanlang said to himself before he left, he couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"Pay more attention to Kong Ci's room in the Tianxiahui, maybe there will be surprises."

Duanlang has been drifting on the sea for more than half a month, and there is really nothing to do except watch the sea all day long.

In the end, he even pulled a few sailors to fight Landlords. Although the card was not too hard, it would be much easier to get a few more papers.

"Hey, you bomb him, why do you keep that king bomb? One big and one small can't have cubs."

"Hey, you call me the landlord, but don't you call me the landlord? Are you eating too much five stone powder?"

"That is, such a good card can lose, will you play it?"

"Stop arguing, do you fight or should I fight? I lost again."

"Hey, I lost another three copper coins, so I won't fight anymore."

"Hit me if you don't, hehehe."

Since this project is relatively new, when Duanlang and the sailors fought, there were more than ten people around them, and they kept shouting.

Some people couldn't bear the shouting around them, and they just threw their cards and left.

But there are so many people around, if he doesn't fight, others will naturally fight.

Duanlang looked at the dozens of copper coins on his desk and smiled helplessly, then shouted again:
"Come, come, take the cards, call the landlord!"

Since it is a game, there must be a bet. The opponents are all soldiers, and they must not have much money. It is boring not to gamble, so Duanlang said the rule of one coin per game.

Both affordable and harmless.

However, they were playing vigorously, and a strong wind blew their cards into a mess, and even a lot of them were blown into the sea.

"Old Zhou, what's going on?"

Duanlang frowned and looked at the older sailor and shouted.

"Duan Shaoxia, the wind is blowing, I'm afraid there will be waves, you have to hold on to the pole of the boat!"