Everyone looked down and was shocked. Wang Chong shouted excitedly: "Three Brother, are you back?" Shen Yuanjing saw that the person who made the voice looked very similar to him, and immediately guessed who it was.

Wang Shiheng pointed and floated up to the second floor. He smiled at Wang Chong, then looked at Shen Yuanjing carefully, then turned to look at Lu Lingcong, and said, "If I don't come back, someone will be bullied."

Wang Zhanlin seemed to be shorter there and whispered: "Third brother, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, we are just making fun of it. The clan rules are up to you, how dare you really take action?"

Wang Shiheng sneered and said, "Misunderstanding? I heard it clearly below. Someone asked Yuan Jing to challenge him and said he wanted to learn about the Wang family's martial arts. Why, dare not admit it if you dare to do it?"

Wang Zhanlin wanted to explain again. Lu Lingcong suddenly stood up and clasped his fists and said, "This is the famous 'jade-faced swordsman' in the world. I want to challenge Mr. Chen, but he hasn't agreed." Wang Zhanlin next to him looked straight, but he ignored him, his eyes full of enthusiasm and said, "But it would be even better if Mr. Wang was willing to give some advice."

There are many whimsical people in this world who always try to find a master to win the battle and become famous in one fell swoop. Lu Lingcong obviously planned this way.

After Wang Shiheng became famous, he met countless such people. For them, he won a big profit and lost no loss. He always ignored it, but today he decided to teach the other party a lesson.

As soon as his steps moved, Shen Yuanjing suddenly spoke, "San brother, wait. Due to your reputation, even if you win, you will have no gains and you can't teach you a lesson too ruthlessly, so don't take action. He challenged me first, but I don't have any burden. If I beat you half to death, no one said I was too harsh."

Wang Chong was very surprised and hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Yuan Jing, you don't have enough experience in fighting, so let the third brother come." Wang Shiheng thought for a while and said, "Okay, you can go up with confidence and boldness, I'll be on the side to hold the formation for you."

Shen Yuanjing nodded, and jumped off the second floor, pulled out the long sword from his waist, and waited for Lu Lingcong. Tao Kun and others saw that he had good light skills, and they all cheered.

Lu Lingcong's face was gloomy and jumped downstairs without saying a word. If Wang Shiheng took action, he would still be honored even if he was defeated. He would defeat Shen Yuanjing. If he couldn't get any reputation, he would be injured accidentally, and he would be unable to escape.

He looked up at his opponent's face, and saw that he was very immature, thinking, "This boy is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and his martial arts must be not high. I only need three moves and two moves to win. When he gets entangled, I will avoid it. Even Wang Shiheng can't say anything."

Thinking of this, he raised his hand and punched Shen Yuanjing in the head. This move was called "mountain-destroying style", and the momentum was very fierce. Ordinary people were covered in the fist wind and would definitely be dizzy.

Wang Chong and others had already come down to watch, and they were a little worried when they saw the boxing attack. Wang Shiheng pressed his right hand on the sword, and his face became solemn.

Seeing this fist, Shen Yuanjing praised it secretly and avoided a move. Seeing this, Lu Lingcong felt a trembling heart and punched him in his left chest. This move was a "broken wall style" and powerful, but when he saw that his opponent had just moved one step to the right, he was avoided.

Lu Lingcong then did not dare to underestimate his opponent, "Ring style" and "Stone-gravel style", using one move. Shen Yuanjing was very imposing. He wanted to see the whole picture, so he let the opponent attack all the way.

But to others, it is different. The road is just like a huge wave, surging from the fist. Shen Yuanjing is just a sail by the river and may overturn at any time. Wang Chong couldn't help but look at Wang Shiheng frequently.

Wang Shiheng had already seen the clues. He let go of the hilt of the sword with his right hand and looked strange. He watched Shen Yuanjing shook left and dodged right, and easily let his opponent pass by. The sword in his hand was not moved, as if it was completely useless.

He thought, "No wonder Yuan Jing dared to come forward to the enemy. Just this light skill can be beneficial to the invincible place. I just don't know how his sword skills are."

At this moment, Lu Lingcong had already finished a set of boxing techniques. When he repeated it, Shen Yuanjing felt bored. He shook the long sword in his hand and quickly penetrated between his two punches, a little left and right.

Only a scream of "Ah" was heard. Lu Ling took a few steps back, pressed his left and right hands on his wrists, his face pale and sweat came out.

Everyone didn't see clearly, their eyes were confused, staring at Lu Lingcong. The latter also looked straight at Shen Yuanjing and asked, "What's your name?" His voice was hoarse.

"Shen Yuanjing."

"Okay, heroes will be young, and there will be a date later!" After saying that, Lu Ling raised his eyebrows, looked at him deeply, turned around and left the restaurant.

"Ba, bha, bha!" A few applauses came, and everyone saw that it was Wang Shiheng. He smiled and said, "Cousin, you can't hide it deeply. You are very handsome in your kung fu. If you don't have to take two years, you're afraid you will surpass me!"

Shen Yuanjing smiled, not humble. Wang Shiheng laughed loudly, hugged his shoulders, and said, "Let's go home, ask someone to prepare a banquet, and don't go back tonight without getting drunk."

Wang Yaoqi held a banquet in the evening. He was very happy. Not only did he drink a lot, but he also gave Shen Yuanjing a lot. After his eyes were dazzled, several people talked about martial arts. Wang Shiheng said: "Although I only saw one move, your swordsmanship should be extraordinary, but you have a name?"

Shen Yuanjing said, "This sword technique is called Dugu Nine Swords, which was passed down by a master of the previous dynasty." Wang Yaoqi thought about it and must have been a martial art that he had never heard of before. He frowned and asked, "Heng'er, this sword technique is really powerful?"

Wang Shiheng smiled and said, "Of course, that 'Kaishan Fist' is not a mediocre hand. It hurts Yuan Jing's sword with one move. In my opinion, Dugu Nine Swords may not be worse than the family's sword technique."

When Wang Yaoqi heard this, he immediately smiled and said, "That's good. I'm still thinking about how to make some good martial arts secrets. Jing'er has better, but I still have to prepare a few more sword techniques for you to practice, so as to gain insight."

Shen Yuanjing hurriedly said, "Uncle, there is no need for this. I don't lack kung fu. In addition to Dugu Nine Swords, I also have a flying cucumber sword technique. I heard that it is quite famous in the world."

"Oh, it's that flying sword technique." Wang Yaoqi suddenly became happy and said, "This sword technique is indeed extraordinary. It was created by Lu Yunxiao, the great master "heartbroken swordsman" two or three hundred years ago. It is rumored that because his unique skill "Suijing Sword Technique" was too difficult to practice, it was split into four branches and left to his disciples to learn.

After Grandmaster Lu died, several disciples had a dispute and refused to give in to each other, each with one or two sword techniques. In the years that followed, there were always people who wanted to gather together to recreate the style of the "heartbroken sword". The descendants of Feixu Sword Technique made a big name behind them, and they were only cut off later. In the rest, I also know that a fallen leaf sword technique seems to be in the hands of a family in Yongzhou. Jing'er, if you can get this martial art, you don't need to prepare for the sword technique anymore."

Shen Yuanjing thought to himself: "My uncle has never heard of the name of Dugu Nine Swords, so he naturally thought it was just an ordinary sword technique. When it comes to Feixu Sword Technique, he immediately recognized it. It seems that this sword technique has a great origin."

"Well." Wang Yaoqi touched his beard and said, "I have swordsmanship, but now I only have internal skills. I know that there is a Yunlan mental technique in the hands of a bandit in Yuezhou. I will get it for you at that time."
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