The world's top martial arts begins with women dressing up as men

When Yang Jianbo came to the martial arts gym, he was still cold and calm. When he left, he was excited but also disappointed.

The uncle and nephew of the Yang family got in the car. Yang Mu glanced at Yang Jianbai and asked, "Did you secretly scold me at the beginning?"

Yang Jianbai touched his nose and laughed, "Second Uncle, you think too much."

He quickly changed the subject, "Second Uncle, Uncle Tang is so powerful, why haven't I heard of his name before?"

Yang Mu said: "Because Brother Tang is very low-key. If the Starry Swordsman had not been defeated by him, probably no one would have known his reputation until now."

"Besides, because he keeps a low profile, even the news of his defeat of the Star Swordsman was only spread in a few cities near us. Even other places in Changyu Province were skeptical about this result."

"I either felt that the Starry Swordsman was seriously injured at the time, or I just didn't believe this from the beginning to the end."

There was a red light ahead, so Yang Mu stepped on the brakes, reached out and patted Yang Jianbai's shoulder with a smile, "However, it is precisely because of this that you have the opportunity to visit him and learn from him in person." Otherwise, the threshold of the martial arts gym would have been trampled down by others.

Yang Jianbai had to admit that his second uncle was right.

When they were almost at Yang Mu's home, Yang Jianbai suddenly thought of a question that had made him curious for a long time.

"Second Uncle, how old is Uncle Tang?"

Yang Mu parked the car, opened the door and walked down, saying, "Seventeen."

At this time, Yang Jianbai had already opened the car door and stepped down. When he heard the answer, he fell down with a bang.

After Liu Ruyi and others sent away the uncle and nephew of the Yang family, they went down to give some instructions to the other people in the martial arts hall.

Nowadays, more and more people are practicing sword skills in martial arts schools.

Before this, there were more people practicing spears, mainly out of admiration for the powerful strength of the martial artists who opened their meridians.

At this time, this kind of worship is transformed into worship of the owner of the sword.

Even some people who practiced other weapons began to practice with swords.

Liu Ruyi's public identity is a peerless swordsman who has mastered the sword spirit. Practicing swordsmanship can better receive her guidance.

Even Chai Lekang hesitated about whether to change to a knife, but finally gave up. He still felt that the spear was more suitable for him.

After dinner, Liu Ruyi returned to the practice room again.

Liu Ruyi originally thought that after her great revenge, she would be able to return to normal.

She even thought about changing back into Liu Ruyi and living as Liu Ruyi.

But after careful consideration, she sadly discovered that she could never go back to that time.

Martial arts has become a part of her body, and she can't give it up.

She was living a comfortable life now, and she had no plans to change.

As for my aunt.

She could have cared for them in other ways.

The next day, after Liu Ruyi finished her morning exercise and had breakfast, she just came out of the cafeteria and saw Liu Qingjing, Xiang Yanfeng, Du Dong, and some other martial artists standing in the yard and talking about something.

Their exaggerated expressions and gestures reveal their inner excitement and confusion.

Liu Ruyi listened attentively and couldn't help but touch her nose.

Because what they were discussing had something to do with her.

As Jing Xiang was talking, he saw Liu Ruyi's face and immediately stopped and shouted, "Big Brother."

With Jing Xiang's reminder, the other people also saw Liu Ruyi.

They all ran over.

"What's going on?" Liu Ruyi pretended to be ignorant and asked curiously.

Seeing that Liu Ruyi didn't know, Yan Feng immediately explained to his dear senior brother.

"Big Brother, we just received news that Qu Dehui, the leader of the Blood Tiger Gang, the largest gang in neighboring Qinghe City, has died."

"Dead?" Liu Ruyi's eyes widened slightly when she heard this, and she took a breath, "I heard that Qu Dehui is not a master of refining internal organs?"

"Who can kill him?"

One of the martial artists couldn't help but interrupt, "Could it be that a passing expert in opening meridians saw that he was too arrogant and domineering, so he killed him?"

Liu Qing shook his head and looked at Liu Ruyi.

Liu Ruyi's heart skipped a beat, but she teased, "Brother Liu, you won't think that I killed Qu Dehui, will you?"

After hearing this, Liu Qing immediately explained: "Big Brother, you misunderstood. The reason why I came to see you is that I heard that the person who killed Qu Dehui also realized the artistic conception."

"Oh?" Hearing this, Liu Ruyi looked interested: "You comprehended the artistic conception? What kind of artistic conception?"

Liu Qing said: "It is said that he comprehended the meaning of the spear."

Liu Ruyi's eyes brightened, "I really want to see it with my own eyes."

Yan Feng smiled bitterly and said, "Big Brother, forget it. It is said that the night before yesterday, more than 60 people died directly or indirectly at the hands of that man. He is simply a god of death. He is too fierce and our martial arts hall cannot afford to entertain him."

Liu Ruyi could no longer maintain the smile on her lips.

If Yan Feng knew that the God of Death he mentioned was alive and next to him, would he be so scared that he would faint?

Liu Ruyi looked at him with a half-smile and said, "You mean to say that my sword is not as powerful as his gun?"

Yan Feng: “…”

Yan Feng thought to himself, oh no, how could he have forgotten how strong a warrior's desire to win is.

It would be fine if it was any other warrior, but that God of Killing was also a person who had comprehended the state of mind.

As the eldest brother also comprehends the artistic conception, it is natural that he will be interested in each other.

Seeing Yan Feng's face turn the color of liver, Liu Ruyi vented her anger. She patted Yan Feng's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I was just joking."

She looked at her watch and said to Liu Qing, "Junior Brother Liu, I'm going to the martial arts training camp. If you have anything, call me or send someone to the martial arts training camp to find me."

After leaving the martial arts hall, Liu Ruyi went to a martial arts training camp.

The martial arts training camp was very quiet at this time.

After morning exercises, the martial arts candidates went to the classroom to review their lessons.

It won’t be long before the cultural subject examination.

Except for those who are gifted or strong enough to be admitted as an exception, everyone else has to face the cultural subject examination - this terrible obstacle.

The martial arts students went to class and the instructors became idle.

When Liu Ruyi went over, they were gathered together whispering.

This time, Liu Ruyi didn't have to guess, because he must be talking about what happened in the Blood Tiger Gang the day before yesterday.

If it were her previous life, this incident would have happened one minute and would have been posted online the next.

At this time, mobile phone communications were just beginning to develop, and communication was far less convenient than in Liu Ruyi's previous life.

Therefore, both their martial arts school and the instructors only heard the news a day later.

Of course, Liu Ruyi guessed that the Zhenwu Bureau and Qianji Tower already knew about this matter yesterday.

These instructors first lamented that Qu Dehui died in such a way, and then speculated on the identity of the murderer.

They discussed with great interest, first proposing candidates and then eliminating them.

Even the name of the chief instructor was mentioned, but it was rejected unanimously as soon as it was proposed.

The reason is simple, both of them understood the artistic conception, but the types of understanding were different.

Liu Ruyi was listening at the side, and when she heard this, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

Her sleight of hand worked.