The years when I explored the fairyland

With such a small number of soldiers, before Xu Cheng could say anything, Yi Huai hurriedly said: "Elder brother, it's better for me to go. It won't take me long to become a dirty martial artist."

Chu Zhou glanced at him and said, "You have your opponent, don't talk nonsense here."

With that said, he looked at Xu Cheng again, looked straight at him, and said: "Second Junior Brother, I know you don't like fighting. If possible, becoming a doctor may be more suitable for you.

But when you enter Xuanzhen Temple and enter this world, you have to have the ability to protect yourself. "

"You can avoid hurting others, but you can't be without a sword in your hand."

"This opponent is still within your capabilities. Go ahead, face him, look him in the eye, and then defeat him!"

"I want you to use his head to prove yourself!"

"Of course, if you miss, I won't save you, that's what I said."

When he said this, he looked around, then looked at the other three people, and said: "I brought you out for training, not as a guard.

Therefore, I will choose a good opponent for you, and I will not let anyone interfere with you. The rest is up to you. "

"Do you understand?"

"Got it!"*4

Xu Cheng and the other four shouted loudly almost instinctively. In this dark night, the sound came from far away, and Ma Dayou was also shocked. He held the long knife in his hand and looked over.

"Who? Who is there? If you dare to scare your grandpa, are you looking for death?"

Then, he saw a man holding a long sword and walking slowly out of the alley.

His figure was not considered thin, but in front of Ma Dayou, he looked short and thin. Under the firelight, his face looked even more childish, and the down on the corners of his mouth and lips had not faded.

Seeing this face, Ma Dayou relaxed a little, and said carelessly: "Which family's baby, why do you want to stop your grandfather?"

He seemed to be waiting for the other party to reply, but before his voice fell, the honest-looking man had already jumped into the air, unsheathed the long knife in his hand, and slashed it down again.

Woohoo...

The long knife pierced the air like a thunderbolt, cutting through the air, reflecting his ferocious face, like a ghost, trying to choose someone to devour.

But under the knife, Xu Cheng has disappeared!

Another long sword pierced the darkness, like a crescent moon, flashing in the air, trying to cut off Ma Dayou's head.

Ma Dayou's expression changed, and he swung the sword in his hand more quickly, chasing the light of the sword, and started fighting.

As a result, the clanging sound of weapons sounded on the long street, becoming more and more intensive.

In the streets and alleys,

Chu Zhou turned around and walked away without stopping, without any intention of looking back. On the other hand, Yi Huai and the others hesitated in their steps and seemed hesitant to speak.

But looking at Chu Zhou's back getting further and further away, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and follow quickly.

…

On another street,

The autumn wind is chilling, and the fallen leaves are flying.

Zhuang Mengqi paused, raised his head slightly, and saw four more people in front of him.

His expression was slightly tense, and he held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and asked, "Who are you, and why do you want to block my way?"

Chu Zhou looked up and down and said, "Junior brother, he is yours."

"good!"

Wei Fangjie stepped forward with excitement on his face, pointed the spear in his hand, and said, "Zhuang Mengqi, right? I heard that you like to be that Cao thief the most, and you even forced two women to death?"

"Oh, you want to avenge them?"

"No, I want to represent justice and take your life."

"Haha, can you defeat the sword in my hand?"

"Then you have to fight to find out."

As a result, guns and swords clashed on the street, accompanied by the two figures constantly changing their positions, dragging out afterimages.

…

There is a place,

In the courtyard.

Knife catcher Cui Hengfeng is working on his physique. He is shirtless, showing off his lean body and strong muscles.

A boulder that was taller than anyone else was thrown into the air by him. When it fell, his fingers turned into claws and he suddenly exerted force and plunged directly into the boulder.

Another half-squat, releasing his strength, twisting his body, and throwing the boulder higher.

The whole movement is like flowing clouds and flowing water, and has a strong sense of power. If there is really a big girl and a young wife here, I guess all the nymphomaniacs who can see it will be guilty.

But at a certain moment, when the boulder fell, he turned slightly and avoided it.

With a 'boom', the boulder fell to the ground, causing a pit in the ground.

And he raised his head slightly, looked at the three people standing on the wall, turned his eyes slightly, and said, "Who are you? Is it too rude to break into the house in the middle of the night?"

Fan Tiehu asked: "Zhaiyuan, is this your house?"

"I live here now, so this is mine."

"So, the family of three who originally lived here were all harmed by you, right?"

Fan Tiehu is not a person who likes nonsense, but today, he asked: "Can you do it to a three-year-old child?"

Cui Hengfeng shrugged slightly and didn't care: "I actually didn't want to kill him, but the kid was so noisy that I couldn't live in peace, so I had no choice but to break his neck.

With a 'click', the little body collapsed, and it was just a pile of rotten flesh left there, so why make such a fuss? "

Fan Tiehu jumped off the wall and walked forward slowly: "I have rarely wanted to kill someone as much as I do today. At this moment, I want to beat you to death."

"Hahahaha, beat me to death, can you?"

"Then give it a try!"

Fan Tiehu stepped forward and rushed out like an arrow, his fist crashing down with the force of breaking a mountain.

But Cui Hengfeng actually refused to give in at all. He stretched his arms and stood up.

boom!

Boom boom boom!

After a muffled sound, there were continuous muffled sounds, and the speed of the fists and feet fighting became faster and heavier.

At a certain moment, they hit the boulder, and with a bang, the boulder broke into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

And Fan Tiehu and Cui Hengfeng were fighting in the smoke and dust!

…

Antique Street,

In front of a store, a thief who had just finished stealing was caught red-handed.

"Chi Shanghui, right? Now that your crime has been exposed, will you surrender? Or will you surrender after I beat you half to death?"

Chi Shanghui rolled his eyes and said, "Do you know who I am? How dare you stand in front of me?"

"You mean the identity of the deacon of Wenxiang Temple?"

"You dare to show up even though you know it. It seems that you are quite courageous?"

"Of course I am quite courageous, but the sword in my hand is sharper. If you don't want to die, surrender early, otherwise it will be too late to regret."

"Haha, you are looking for death!"

Chi Shanghui took action. Although he likes to steal, he is actually a powerful warrior.

The Mo Dao on his waist was unsheathed, and the handle and scabbard were combined and twisted to become a crescent-shaped knife.

The knife light rotated like a waterfall. With just one strike, the knife energy was crisscrossed, destroying an antique shop.

But he was fierce, and Yi Huai was even fiercer. With rapid breathing, his body swelled in just a moment, his muscles knotted, and he became a devil muscle man two meters away.

At this time, his sword hung on his waist, like an embroidery needle.

However, Yi Huai did not prepare to use the sword. He suddenly clasped his hands together, unleashed unparalleled strength, and forcibly controlled the blade between his palms.

Although the knife energy tore his clothes, cut his skin fascia, and even blood oozed out.

But he did not feel uncomfortable at all, but tilted his head and laughed strangely: "With such little strength, you dare to use a knife, you really overestimate your own ability."

Boom!

With just one punch, the air exploded, and in the rolling white waves, Chi Shanghui retreated with a knife, his face ugly.

He actually didn't want to fight with an unknown enemy here, but if he wanted to leave, it would depend on whether the other party was willing.

What's worse is that he had heard the secret technique of enlarging his body so many times that his ears were calloused. Now, it seemed to appear in front of him.

...

After all the arrangements were made, Chu Zhou found the highest point of the inn, turned around, leaned on the eaves and arches, closed his eyes slightly, and seemed to be gathering strength.

But in fact, his five senses had been maximized, staring at the battlefield in all directions.

Of course, as he said before, he would not take action, at least, when facing their respective opponents, he would not take action regardless of victory or defeat, life or death.

Chu Zhou knew clearly that Xuanzhen Temple would eventually become stronger.

And his junior brothers, who had been carefully trained by him, would eventually be able to stand on their own, so they needed to grow and experience.

If they could not pass this simplest hurdle, even if they were injured and disabled, it would be better to do it sooner rather than later.

Of course, here we are talking about evenly matched opponents. If he met those marrow-training warriors who bullied the weak, he would naturally not hide it.

"My dear brother, watching the moon and the battle is such a good hobby!"

A slightly old voice sounded, with a bit of curiosity, from the side:

Chu Zhou turned his head slightly, and saw an old man with messy gray hair, a well-proportioned body, and a red nose standing on another eaves bracket.

He was holding a wine gourd in his hand, and from time to time he would pour a sip into his mouth, drinking with relish.

There was not much surprise, Chu Zhou asked: "You are the drunkard old man Feng Yan, right? I have a question that I am very curious about. I wonder if Mr. Feng is willing to answer it?"

"Tell me?"

"It is said that you are a senior among ghostwriters and a martial artist who has practiced martial arts. You should not get involved in the dispute between the two factions."

Chu Zhou did not give him any face: "So, what kind of benefits do you have to work hard for Wenxiang Temple?"

The drunkard old man Feng Yan stopped pouring wine, lowered his head slightly, and said: "You kid, you are really not cute at all.

However, since you know my name, you should also report your name, otherwise how can we have an equal dialogue?"

"As for me, I am Chu Zhou, the current master of Xuanzhen Temple outside the city. Of course, this identity is not famous, and I guess you don’t know me.

However, if you are talking about the man in a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, it is me!"

Chu Zhou's words were understated, but the drunkard old man Feng Yan was not calm.

He looked at Chu Zhou blankly and said, "Are you the man in the straw raincoat and bamboo hat who saved the county lord and fought against Qiu Changfeng and the dwarf old man?"

"Don't you look like him?"

"You are too young."

Chu Zhou smiled: "That's easy. Let's fight and you will know whether I am or not?"

"Watch my fist!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he punched out, and the air exploded, like thunder and lightning, with a fist mark visible to the naked eye, hitting the drunk old man.

Second update is here...