There was not much stop. Today, it was not just Zhou Cheng who slapped the "Break Wind Knife". Zhou Cheng was just the first challenger. Among the subsequent challengers, many of them were prepared to choose this fat man as a stepping stone. Seeing that the two of them were not at the same level, the next challengers suddenly caught them off guard.

Chen Long gave everyone a step this time, so naturally the group would not stay. He needed to go back and think deeply about how to choose his opponent.

Early the next morning, after the carriage was driving, the people behind him gradually began to follow the world who came to challenge and join in the fun.

The carriage was not fast and walked slowly. The people behind him were either chatting in groups of three or two, while some lowered their heads to meditate and prepared for the challenge after noon. After a night of time, the eldest brother Chen Long and the fourth spatula Fat Brother have become taboos. At least for now, I have seen the methods of the two, and no one wants to fight with them again.

Some followed the carriage without any rush, while others could not help but crossed the carriage, sat down and rested in a small teahouse next to the official road a few miles ago, waiting for the carriage to come.

The sun climbed higher and higher until it started to have a hint of hotness on its head. Lin Luo signaled Chen Long to drive his carriage to the small teahouse under the shade of the tree next to the official road to rest, and it also happened to start a new day's challenge. The carriage slowly stopped aside, and the martial arts people who were already resting here also stood up.

Lin Luo and his wife Yu Yunxin came out of the carriage together, which attracted everyone's praise. The leader Lin, who was in the wind, married such a beautiful wife, was so talented and beautiful that it was enviable.

"Master, Master, sit here." As a senior disciple, Chen Long quickly prepared everything and arranged two tables for everyone to sit down and enjoy the cool air.

The owner of the tea shop has seen many people in the world in the past, but he has never seen such a situation. Dozens of people flocked together and almost burst the shop. Fortunately, everyone is very regular and has given him a lot of money, which makes him very unhappy.

"This father-in-law, you don't have seasonal vegetables here. I need to cook some dishes for my master's wife. Don't worry, you won't be able to give you a penny." As he said that, he took out two ingots of silver in his arms, which made the father-in-law nodded: "Yes, yes, I'll take you over."

After a while, a burst of fragrance came from the kitchen behind the tea shop, which made everyone unable to help but stretch their noses to smell.

"It smells so good. That fat brother not only has outstanding martial arts skills, but also has a great cooking skills. No wonder he uses a spatula as a weapon."

"In my opinion, Fat Brother's cooking skills are much better than martial arts. I used to be in Zhaixing Tower in Handan, so I didn't find it so attractive!" Everyone kept swallowing, and could only evaluate the taste.

Soon, a few plates of fresh vegetables were served, and nine masters and apprentices started to eat.

"Everyone, we have been following you all morning. You might as well fill your stomach. Let's compete while eating. How about it?" Lin Luo spoke, but everyone was hungry when they smelled the fragrance. They all started to greet their father-in-law. Although they were not as good as those made by Fat Brother, they were good at filling their stomachs.

The second challenger drank a cup of tea, walked up to him and said, "Shiyi Zengtian, I'm here to ask the young hero for his master's tricks!"

The person Zeng Tian chose was Lin Luo's second disciple Zhao Zheng.

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Zhao Zheng only responded to one sentence, left his seat, slowly pulled out his sword from the scabbard, and the two stood under the shade of the tree beside the official road and competed.

Shiyi is a hundred miles away from Heshun City. It seems that the news has been spread. More and more knights are chasing Lin Luo's journey in order to seek an opportunity.

Lin Luo took a sip of tea, hoping that there would be a talented man who could defeat his disciples so that they could understand the truth that there were people outside the heavens and people outside the heavens.

"In Zeng Tian, ​​Xiashiyi, I bought five taels of silver from the blacksmith shop. I followed me for three years and killed a total of forty-two evil bandits. Please advise me!"

"I am here to Zhao Zheng, and I will be the second disciple of Lingyun Sect. The long sword in my hand was made by Zhang Blacksmith in the sect. The green sword was refined for hundreds of times, and the blood was not stained. I followed someone for eight months and twelve days, weighing five pounds, six liang and seven qian. I would like to ask you for swordsmanship."

The competition between the two really had some challenges. The two respectfully followed the return journey of the swordsman competition, which was the way of respecting their opponents the most.

Lin Luo also nodded and told the disciples around him: "No matter how sword skills this person is, the sword is straight and the sword will be achieved after persisting." Lin Luo's words were heard, and the challengers at several tables adjacent to him could not help but look at Zeng Tian a few more times.

The two people fighting were a little far apart, and they had already entered the concentration of unity of energy and spirit, and all the external interference sounds turned a deaf ear.

The process is as Lin Luo said. This person's swordsmanship is a path of integrity and grandness like Quanzhen swordsmanship. His ordinary swordsmanship can only be considered as an entry-level master. However, he is still in his twenties and has not yet reached the peak of his life like thirty-five or sixteen, and his future growth is still a long way to go.

Zhao Zheng also respects such a swordsman very much. After the opponent's moves were used, he stabbed a sword and pressed it against the opponent's fatal point, announcing the end of the competition.

"The second disciple of Chief Lin's swordsmanship is extraordinary, sharp and grand, and it is completely unstoppable!" The first time he saw Zhao Zheng make a move, the people in the martial arts shop looked at each other. How could these disciples all have unique skills, and their styles are completely different, which makes people unpredictable.

In ordinary sects, all disciples only practice a few sets of common skills. The inner disciples are taught by themselves and can learn the secrets of the sect’s profound martial arts. However, the inner disciples of the Lingyun sect are completely different. Although the eldest disciple Chen Long only showed a few skills, his internal strength was strong and surging, and he was an extremely difficult master to deal with. The second disciple Zhao Zheng has excellent sword skills. It can be said that no one of the dozen people who use swords in this tea shop can reach the level of Zhao Zheng.

Fat Brother, his shoveling method makes it "inexplicably" strange and his cooking skills are also outstanding. The only thing that makes people curious is what the big brush at his waist is, 80% of which is a Qimen weapon, but it makes people want to see the means of the pen.

"Brother Zhao is superb in swordsmanship and defeats Zeng Tian completely. However, Zeng Tian has a reluctant request here, and he is afraid that Brother Zhao will be embarrassed..."

"Brother Zeng, please tell me." Zhao Zheng also fully respects these swordsmans who are of top grade.

"Just now, Brother Zhao set out his sword very fast, tricky and powerful, and I don't know how to practice such a sword technique?" Zeng Tian blushed and looked at Zhao Zheng. He really liked to practice swords. The speed of chasing wind and lightning just now was simply unpredictable, so he was curious to know how to practice such a sword technique.

But this is the secret of the sect, and it is a bit difficult to say it like this.

Zhao Zheng smiled, it turned out that it was just this: "Actually, it's very simple. I first practiced swords. Master promised me to swing my sword three thousand times a day. After I was successful, I carried heavy objects on both arms and swung my sword five thousand times a day. Until now, I still need to swing my sword ten thousand times a day."
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