There is a martial arts hall in Qingyang Town, which is not very famous. Most of the people here live and work in peace and contentment, and there is not much complexity of people's hearts. It's just that some people want to leave here, and some people want to leave here, so they have to learn martial arts.

Liu Buping, Qingyang Town, is a swordsman. He is famous in this area and has several disciples. Liu Bufan is one of his disciples. At the age of seventeen, he has already obtained his true teachings and can be called a genius.

People who can't sleep at night always want to do something. Liu Buping came to the vicinity of the empty house alone and saw a person sitting at the door from afar, as if an old monk had entered a meditation and sat for more than an hour.

Even Liu Buping couldn't stand it. He was about to turn around and leave when the person at the gate of the compound moved.

The night was very quiet, so even though the two men fought for a short time, he still heard it. He defeated the man with just one move.

Leng Xiaobai did not attack that person, but this punch was enough to let the person lie on for a long time.

He watched another person come and dragged the person in his hand away, completely ignoring it.

No one dared to act in person, so he would do it secretly. The black shop didn't say anything, that was to say that they could move this person. So, there were many diligent people in the early morning who had already gotten up and they wanted to see Leng Xiaobai.

And his means.

"I used it to build it in the blacksmith shop on the first street, seven pounds and six ounces, take out your sword."

Qian Zitong looked at the sword in his hand and then looked at Leng Xiaobai opposite him. If someone hadn't used his life to guarantee him, he would not have been the first person. No one dared to mess with the two people in the black store.

"My sword is in my heart, you can take a move."

Leng Xiaobai said calmly that this was not his first battle, nor would it be his last battle. In the mouth of the monk, there were also the people in the black shop, and he knew what he was going to face.

It is a very difficult thing to cripple everyone here. Doing one thing will make you numb. Although Leng Xiaobai has to do is to hone his own sword here, and he doesn't want to be exhausted from grinding the sword here.

"You will pay the price for your arrogance, and life and death are fate."

Qian Zitong's sword is not a good sword, it is just a blacksmith shop on the first street. A piece of scrap iron is used to make the sword shape. I don't know if the rust on it will be seven pounds and three ounces after it has dropped.

"Arrogance is also capital, but I am not arrogant. My sword has been broken, so my weapon is these fists, you have to be serious."

Leng Xiaobai took the initiative first and treated everyone seriously. Even if that person is not as good as himself, this is what the old beggar said to him more than once, and he always remembers it?

Qian Zitong is from Jiangnan and is a child from the Qian family. Because he is not valued, he is targeted everywhere. He left Jiangnan and is wandering around Yangzhou and Qingzhou. I heard that the Heihe Gathering will be lively and was deceived by some people here.

Leng Xiaobai's fist was not an iron sand palm, nor had he practiced Vajra Fist. He just used his hands to replace the sword. Therefore, his sword pointed at Qian Zitong's front bra, leaving a wound.

In the early morning of the autumn air, the cold air in the air finally made people shudder, especially the sudden sword. I did not see the sword, but felt the existence of the sword intent. Qian Zitong had not yet set out his sword and had already surrendered.

Leng Xiaobai's simple sword was just pointing and stabbing. In the eyes of others, it was like Qian Zitong standing there, serving Leng Xiaobai as a living target, and what Leng Xiaobai had to do was just to draw a hole in his body.

"I am not as good as others in my skills, thank you for your mercy."

Leng Xiaobai put away his sword and bowed to Qian Zitong.

"Take it."

It is already rare for a young man to be neither arrogant nor impatient nor arrogant. Qian Zitong is just a few years older than Leng Xiaobai.

"Master, why doesn't that person named Qian Zitong fight back? They have already admitted defeat before they even beat him. Isn't that,,?"

The last word Liu Bufan was not said, because before they fought, Liu Buping had already said some things about money. It was not easy to be able to gain some fame in the world alone, and his methods were naturally stronger than ordinary people.

"What are you trying to say is a coward? Qian Zitong knew that he had no chance to win when he was competing, so he gave up voluntarily. Although Leng Xiaobai had no weapons, he integrated his sword intent into his sword fingers and could be called the best in the younger generation."

Liu Buping said this, but he just didn't let his disciple feel inferior. Even when he saw Leng Xiaobai's sword, he couldn't react. The people in Qingyang Town were not aggressive and there was no challenging thing.

In such an environment, the horizon will become much narrower.

Leng Xiaobai did not continue to move forward. The sun was about to rise. It was already time to eat. If you exercise too much before eating, it was always unfavorable to digestion.

So, he went back.

Qian Zitong did not make a sword, and looked at the whole situation. Those who watched had their own ideas. Here, not only Liu Buping from Qingyang Town and his apprentice, but also Situ Hao from Wanliu Town and his elder brother Situ Youqian.

"It's just a coward who can't even draw a sword. He just admits defeat in one round. I really can't figure out whether his fame is piled up with money."

Situ Youqian said sarcastically, his voice was not low at all. Qian Zitong was walking under his window, and he also heard these words.

"It's not impossible. The Qian family in Jiangnan is so rich. It's certainly not a problem to accumulate fame for a junior. But in front of a real master, he can only reveal his true form."

Situ Hao followed.

Qian Zitong did not argue for himself. People who can understand will naturally understand it. It is useless to tell him what he can't understand. Those who are ignorant will also think about this problem clearly.

Wanliu Town not only came to the two playboys from the Situ family, but also the masters of the Situ family. They didn't say anything to these two young masters.

To talk about this fame, the fame of these two young men of the Situ family is the kind that is piled up with money and is unconcealed.

"No wonder the Eighth Prince is so relieved. He is a leader among the younger generation. But you have forgotten the rules of Heiheji and anyone can move."

Situ Hou looked at Leng Xiaobai's leaving figure, thinking about his sword move just now, he used it on the banks of the Heili River, and Situ Hou saw it.

Leng Xiaobai's sword, one is the cracked hole-solving sword technique, and the other is the speed of the Ruoming sword technique. This time, the Ruoming sword technique is used.

Many people have seen his sword, and those who have seen it will be prepared. Not many people know that he has a third sword, because when the Heili River was on the banks of the Heili River, the Zhanlu sword was not drawn out, and that sword was useless.
Chapter completed!