The night was quiet.

Do you go to the master at the third watch in the morning?

Thinking of this, Ah Huang got up and walked out of the room.

Ah Huang also got a room in the Tianhe Martial Arts Pavilion.

And in the quiet night sky, the sky is full of stars, stars and moonlight, like a picture scroll.

Under the moonlight, there were two figures in the martial arts training ground.

When Ah Huang got closer, he realized that not only himself, but also the person known as the senior brother was also here.

Peng Zishi was wearing a pale blue single gauze silk robe, a blue dragon and phoenix belt tied around his waist, a single hair that was not messy, a pair of black star eyes, and a majestic body.

He squinted at Ah Huang with a sideways face, his black eyes staring at everything like a lone star in the night sky.

"Senior brother, hello!" he suddenly turned around and stretched out his hand at Ah Huang, smiling with a smug look on his face.

"Hello. Ah Huang was a little uneasy about the other party's attitude, he slapped the other party's palm, and said with a look of rejection on his face.

"Okay, Zishi, from today onwards, he will be your junior brother. This time you can cheer up. For so many years, I haven't demonstrated to anyone that I created the shape of the Nine Streams of the Heavenly Crane, and now I'll demonstrate it, and you can watch it carefully. It's up to you how much you can comprehend. Wu Ma Yangwen rubbed his hands and said with an expectant look on his face.

"Yes, Master. Ah Huang and Peng Zishi replied in unison.

Wu Ma Yangwen was able to win the top three of the Inland River Fort Heroes when he was young, and it was because of his own enlightenment. Generally, the fixed shape of the Nine Water Currents of the Crane is about nine, but each heir will have a few moves of his own shape.

The shape of Wu Ma Yangwen is called "Yanhe Nine Streams Chop".

As a lifelong study of Wu Ma Yangwen, it is a trick that Peng Zishi has always wanted to learn.

Now, Wu Ma Yangwen has finally decided to teach it to him.

Thinking of this, the corners of Peng Zishi's mouth rose slightly, and he said with an excited look on his face: "Senior brother, study hard and look good." Don't miss anything. ””

Ah Huang observed Wu Ma Yangwen meticulously, and showed a look of indifference to what Peng Zishi said. This senior brother always gave him the feeling of hiding a knife in his smile.

Under the moonlight, Wu Ma Yangwen held a three-foot-long wooden stick and began to swing it.

I saw that he swung the stick faster and faster, and the tip of the stick that pierced the air around him became faster and faster.

"It's coming!" Peng Zishi thought silently in his heart, carefully recording every movement of Wu Ma Yangwen.

For the Nine Water Streams of the Crane, the master can only display the moves once when he inherits them.

So he had to put all his spirit into Wu Ma Yangwen's "Yanhe Nine Streams Slash".

Suddenly, a glimmer of golden light was released from the very top of the stick.

Then the golden light slowly expanded from top to bottom, and the wooden stick in Wu Ma Yangwen's hand was suddenly shrouded in gold. In the blink of an eye, the golden light began to fade, revealing a silver-white metal sword body.

Ah Huang couldn't help but rub his eyes, but he was not mistaken, this wooden stick turned into a sword!

"Heavenly Crane Golden Flow!" Peng Zishi finally saw this magical sword that only the inheritor of the Nine Water Flows of Heavenly Crane could exert its true power. If this "Crane Gold Stream" does not meet people with talent and character, it will not be able to make the Crane Gold Flow change from the form of a wooden stick to a real sword.

The surrounding aura was somewhat condensed due to dryness.

After Wu Ma Yangwen evoked the "Heavenly Crane Golden Stream", he finally began to demonstrate the shape of the "Yanhe Nine Streams".

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"Fang Ye!" that voice sounded in Ah Huang's ears again.

As the blade of the sword was wrapped in gentle flames, Ah Huang suddenly fell into that state again.

Passing through the beast-faced bronze gate, he continued towards the light.

With an indescribable dizziness, he appeared on the ice.

"Fang Ye!"

He could feel the voice not suddenly appear in his ears, but echo in the sky.

A biting chill came from the ice. He walked towards the huge black island.

But the ice is so vast.

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"You try. Wu Ma Yangwen threw the "Heavenly Crane Golden Flow" in his hand to his senior brother Peng Zishi. As soon as he left his hand, the real sword changed back to the form of a wooden stick.

Peng Zishi held the "Heavenly Crane Golden Stream" in his hand, imitating Wu Ma Yangwen's previous appearance, and also successfully turned the "Heavenly Crane Golden Stream" from a wooden stick into a real sword.

Wu Ma Yangwen nodded with satisfaction, and when he saw Ah Huang, he was actually distracted, and he couldn't help but be furious.

"What are you doing!" Wu Ma Yangwen scolded Ah Huang.

"I'm afraid my brother is too tired and accidentally fell asleep. After all, I competed with so many people in the martial arts hall during the day. Peng Zishi shrugged his shoulders, smiled slightly with a look of contempt on his face.

"Forget it, blame me for being blind. Zishi, after you go back, you have to take a good look at my trick. It will be of great help when the time comes. The revival of our Heavenly Crane Martial Arts Pavilion depends on you!" he clenched his fists, patted Peng Zishi on the shoulder with an impassioned look on his face and said.

"Yes, Master. I will definitely live up to my mission and make the reputation of our Tianhe Martial Arts Hall far and wide when the heroes fight, not only this inland river fort, but also let people outside the inland river fort also know the power of our Tianhe martial arts hall. Peng Zishi clapped his fists and said loudly with a solemn look on his face.

"Okay, okay, you go back. Wu Ma Yangwen's eyes flashed with a hint of emotion, nodded, and said three "good" words in a row to send the other party away.

Ah Huang's brows furrowed, and Wu Ma Yangwen roared angrily, bringing Ah Huang's consciousness back to reality.

"Master......" Ah Huang was still a little confused in his eyes.

"Your senior brother has already gone back, so you should go back too. Wu Ma Yangwen turned his voice and said without looking back.

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Ah Huang sat in his room.

"Who is this Fang Ye?" Ah Huang thought to himself.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration—

"Everyone in the village called me Ah Huang, but I never knew my name. Will it be, my name is Fang Ye!"

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The next day, Ah Huang did not go to the dojo. Because he knew that as long as he appeared in the dojo, there would be a steady stream of martial artists challenging him. He didn't have time to practice the Eighteen Styles of Deception.

It can be said that practicing the eighteen styles of Batian every day is an indispensable thing for him every day.

As long as he doesn't do it, Ah Huang will feel uncomfortable.

At this time, a big event happened in the dojo.

Dozens of warriors wearing white uniforms with gold edges came to the Tianhe Martial Arts Hall.

They smashed down the signboard of the Crane Martial Arts Hall, and it looked particularly dazzling in the dojo.

The martial artists of the Tianhe Martial Arts Hall present all gritted their teeth and clenched their fists, they knew that the other party was here to kick the hall.

(End of chapter)