Just after Yuan Ruofei left the house, the conversation between Yang Qiu and Yuan Yizheng sounded in the room again.

A faint smile appeared on Yang Qiu's face. He nodded without hesitation and said, "Mr. Yuan." It's not that difficult. You promised to help me, and there is nothing wrong with me being your righteous son. I'll promise you now......"

Yuan Yizheng shook his head, raised his hand, and didn't let Yang Qiu continue, and said, "Little Brother Yang, don't be in a hurry to agree first. I'm not done yet. ”

Yang Qiu was stunned and nodded. The smile on his face vanished, and a curious look crept up his cheeks.

Yuan Yizheng cleared his throat and said solemnly: "The difficulty of this matter lies in the martial arts competition. In a few months' time, our empire will hold the quadrennial Young Monks Tournament. There will be countless masters from all over the country to compete. I was going to let Fei'er compete, but if you look at his cultivation, he couldn't even pass the first round. So ......"

Yang Qiu's heart finally suddenly dawned, and he followed his words and said, "Mr. Yuan." So, are you planning to let me replace Yuan Ruofei in the competition?"

Yuan Yizheng nodded, but then shook his head again and said, "It can be said that it can be said, but it can also be said that it is not." ”

"What do you mean by that?" Yang Qiu asked puzzled.

Yuan Yizheng replied: "If you just want to replace Fei'er, it won't be difficult. The really difficult thing is that I want you to help me beat all my opponents and win the championship. There was an undisguised look of anticipation on his face.

A look of deep confusion appeared on Yang Qiu's face. He thought for a moment and asked thoughtfully, "Mr. Yuan." Can you tell me why you're so hungry for a championship?"

Yuan Yizheng's face changed. Showing embarrassment. He fell silent.

Yang Qiu saw that he didn't reply for a long time, thinking that it must be unspeakable, so he didn't ask any more. He patted his chest with a smile and nodded, "Mr. Yuan, I promise you." Isn't it just a martial arts competition? I've won this type of championship several times before. It's also a champion professional. I competed for Yuan Ruofei. There were two sparkles of confidence in his eyes.

"Thank you. Yuan Yizheng nodded gratefully.

To the south, thousands of miles away, there is a thriving metropolis. The people who live here are peace-loving, friendly and friendly. Day and night, the city is filled with a joyful atmosphere. But these are all illusions. Only those who regularly live in this generation know that the other side of the city is underground.

Each house has a basement, and the largest in the basement is a tavern. It is also the initiative to list and welcome customers. Two large "black market" signboards are hung on the door plates, which are very conspicuous. The black market is filled with the filth of the air. People come in and out as if they can't smell it. Evil smiles filled every face.

Yuan Ruofei pushed the door in, came to the counter, and asked for a glass of liquor.

A look of surprise appeared on the boss's face. While pouring wine, he looked left and right at Yuan Ruofei. Just when he put the glass full of wine in front of Yuan Ruofei. He exclaimed in surprise and said, "Ahh Why are you interested in coming to us? This kind of place is not suitable for you. ”

Yuan Ruofei took a sip of wine, and said with a pale face: "Hmph! Don't mention anything to me, young masters, many masters." I get angry when I think about it. He took the glass and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, pushed the glass back to the boss, and said, "One more glass." His face had swelled to the fullest.

A look of curiosity appeared on the boss's face. He poured another glass of wine and sent it and asked, "Young Master Yuan." Then you come to us...... Do you just want to have a drink?"

Yuan Ruofei drank the wine in the cup in one gulp. There was a bit of drunkenness. The neck is red. He burps and drunkenly throws a tantrum at his boss. He yelled, "What did I just say? Don't call me Young Master Yuan! I won't be a member of the Yuan family soon." Damn it. It's infuriating. Irritating. I'm so angry!" "The powerful true qi permeated out, all covering the boss.

This boss is just an ordinary person, where can he bear this crime, his face is pale and terrible for a while. He changed his words in shock and fear, and said, "Yuan Shao...... Brother Yuan, don't be angry. Please take back your true anger. If I do it again, I won't be able to breathe. You're not here to kill me, are you?"

Yuan Ruofei nodded.

The boss said, "Then you're here to talk about the deal, right?"

Yuan Ruofei nodded again.

The boss said, "In that case." If you don't take back your true anger, I can't help you contact someone. ”

"Object?" Yuan Ruofei laughed and said, "I'm not here to find a woman." Boss, you're talking so interestingly. "The drunkenness has been reduced by half. Gently swipe your left index finger forward. The true qi pressing on the boss finally dissipated.

The boss breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, calmed down, and said, "Say it." Brother Yuan. What do you want to buy? I can do anything on the black market. Murder, robbery, and robbery of women are all accepted. There is only what you can't think of, and there is no deal that can't be discussed. It's just that some buying and selling prices are very high, and I hope you are mentally prepared. ”

Yuan Ruofei patted his chest and said drunkly: "Money is not a problem. As long as you can complete the task. Help me find ten masters who have reached the late stage of the Yuan Infant Stage. I'm going to ask them to kill someone for me. ”

When the boss heard that he was looking for ten people, and it was to kill people, he thought that this deal would definitely make a lot of money, so he nodded excitedly and replied, "Okay." ”

A day later, Yuan Yizheng summoned all his subordinates and disciples into the hall, stood up from his seats, and said in a loud voice, "Tell everyone good news. From now on, Yang Qiu, little brother Yang is my second son Yuan Yizheng. From now on, you should treat him with the same respect as you treat Fei'er. Got it?"

As soon as these words came out, except for Yang Qiu, all the people who were sitting or standing showed surprise on their faces, and they all turned their heads and turned their eyes to Yang Qiu. His face changed rapidly, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry. But in the end, these people all bowed their hands in unison, bent down and bowed to Yang Qiu, "See the second young master." ”

Yang Qiu was flattered and got up and hugged his fists and saluted: "Don't dare to be." In the future, don't call me any less master, many masters. I'm not used to it. I still hope that people will call me by my name in the future, so that it sounds smooth. I'm a Federal. There aren't so many rules. ”

"Yes. Everyone nodded in unison.

Yuan Yizheng waved his hand with satisfaction and said, "You guys should step back first." I still have something to talk to your second young master. ”

The crowd bowed their heads respectfully and retreated.

Yuan Yizheng asked seriously, "Are you ready?" Qiu'er?"

Yang Qiu nodded heavily and took a step back. put on a posture to meet the enemy. Retract your right hand and raise your left hand forward. One after another, powerful true qi spread out from the invisible in the body, turning into a shield and firmly covering the body.

Yuan Yizheng smiled and said, "Okay." Then I'm going to make a move. Qiu'er. Use your True Qi to fend off my True Qi attacks, not dodge. Remembered.

The monk's body is very weak, not much different from ordinary people. However, if the true qi can be released on the surface of the body to form the real gang qi, it can greatly enhance the defense and attack power. Your cultivation is very high, but your ability to use True Qi is still very weak. Today. I'll teach you how to transform true qi into gang qi. He stretched out his right hand and slapped it.

A white True Qi flew out of his palm and rushed towards Yang Qiu like lightning. Yang Qiu saw the ferocity and crossed his arms to block. The white True Qi is in the middle of both arms. With a thud, he was knocked back more than twenty steps. A numb, painful sensation spread from the arm and spread throughout the body in a short time.

Yang Qiu felt pain all over his body, and couldn't help but let out a muffled snort. He said in disbelief: "What a strong concentration of true qi. ”

Yuan Yizheng shook his head. "And that's just the weakest. Qiu'er, now it's a stronger True Qi attack. You have a good feeling. He raised his hand and slapped it again. A white light flew out of his palm and blasted towards Yang Qiu's face.

Yang Qiu waved his arm again to block, only to feel a sharp pain coming from his arm, not surprised, but laughed, and said: "Godfather, no ......" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly rowed back more than twenty meters uncontrollably. I can clearly feel the wear and tear of the soles of my shoes and the sharp pain under my feet. The pain in his arms doubled, and he finally put away his contempt and showed a look of surprise again.

Yuan Yizheng smiled and nodded, and said, "You know the difference, right? In fact, the strength of the True Qi I invoked was the same for the two attacks. But the difference is that the concentration of the second True Qi is higher, which is the result of compression. True Qi is inherently invisible, but if it is forcibly pressed over and over again, it can generate tremendous power. With that, he slapped another palm.

A white light flew out, approaching Yang Qiu with lightning speed. Yang Qiu waved his arm to block, only to feel a strong wind blowing in his face, bang, involuntarily got up from the ground, flew out upside down, hit the wall without stopping, and flew outside with a bang, turning over more than ten heels on the ground.

Yuan Yizheng's face changed. He flew out worriedly, pulled Yang Qiu up, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Yang Qiu's face had a mouthful of mud. He spit it out with a "poof" and said okay: "Godfather." I'm fine. The concentration of true qi in that palm just now is so strong. Is that the Gang Qi?" his eyes lit up, showing an undisguised look of excitement.

Yuan Yizheng laughed, nodded affirmatively, and said, "That's right." Now I know how powerful Gang is. In the same amount, Gang Qi is much more powerful than True Qi. That was just an offensive application.

The same is true for defense. If you can use your qi well, you can resist attacks that your true qi can't resist under the same circumstances. For example, when the Gangqi body protection is practiced to the extreme realm, it can even collide with the magic weapon. ”

Yang Qiu nodded knowingly and said, "I know." Please keep teaching me. He took a step back and took a defensive posture again.

Yuan Yizheng's face showed a faint look of relief.

A month later, Yang Qiu and Yuan Yizheng walked out of the hall. The two of them had different looks. Yuan Yizheng patted Yang Qiu's shoulder and said with a smile, "Qiu'er." Don't worry too much about it. It is not easy to compress the true qi into the gang qi. It's remarkable that you've been able to master and successfully use Gang Qi to strengthen your offense in the space of a month.

There is still some time for the tournament, so don't be discouraged. I believe with your understanding. It is completely possible to learn to protect yourself with your qi before the start of the competition. There was a look of encouragement in his eyes.

Yang Qiu clenched his right fist unwillingly and asked, "Godfather." If you don't, I think it won't be long before I can master the method of protecting my body. ”

Yuan Yizheng sighed and said, "If you don't leave, the Yuan family will not be able to sustain itself." Our family is not big, and we have raised so many people, so we can't keep a business that we have contacts with. He put his hand on Yang Qiu's shoulder, showed a proud look, and said, "I am really happy and satisfied that you can have such a performance in just one month."

You have to have faith in yourself, you have to believe in yourself all the time, not in others. During the time I am away, if you ponder the points I told you last month, I believe that by the time I return, you will be able to master the method of protecting the body. With that, he turned and got up from the ground, flew off the distance, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Yang Qiu's heart swelled with an endless sense of loss. But remembering the explanation given by Yuan Yizheng when he left just now, he regained his good mood, showed a smile, and turned around and walked towards the hall.

By this time, it was already evening. The sun sets. The disciples who had worked the martial arts training ground for a day all went back to their respective dormitories to rest, and most of the subordinates were sent out by Yuan Yizheng to find Wu Chenjun. The rest of the people were ordinary people who were in charge of food, clothing, and daily life, and had no cultivation, and they were busy in and out of the kitchen at the back of the house in order to cook for Yang Qiu and the others.

The huge martial arts training square, as far as the eye can see, is only Yang Qiu, which seems a little deserted. But in the blink of an eye, the leaves rustled and swayed, the figures flickered, and eleven monks of no weak strength came to the square like ghosts. Ten of them were masked and wrapped in black, and only one was dressed in white. It's none other than Yuan Ruofei.

The ten people brought by Yuan Ruofei are from the black market. After they stopped in the martial arts training ground, Qi Qi moved his inquiring gaze to Yuan Ruofei to confirm. Yuan Ruofei nodded slightly, stretched out his index finger and pointed at Yang Qiu's back. The ten people all took out a sword trick and pointed it at Yang Qiu.

After an instant, eleven flying swords flew out from behind everyone, turning into eleven colorful lights, and rushed towards Yang Qiu silently, as fast as meteors, and the momentum was mighty.

Yang Qiu felt that the evil wind behind him was not good, his brows furrowed, and he was eager to jump away. A purple light grazed the ear, cutting through the skin and leaving a bloody wound. A drop of blood squeezed out of the wound and landed on the shoulder with a soft "pop". Yang Qiu moved out more than ten steps horizontally, and seven flying swords flew past his arms and ears one after another, leaving more blood in his wake.

A fierce gleam appeared on the face of a male friar. He saw Yang Qiu avoid danger one after another, changed the seal, and pointed to Yang Qiu's face. The ninth flying sword trembled slightly halfway, and with a "snap" sound, it turned into more than ten parts, like more than a dozen small daggers stabbing at Yang Qiu's face, neck, heart, and other dead points at the same time. Its speed was too fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached a position less than half a meter in front of Yang Qiu.

Seeing that it was too late to dodge, Yang Qiu's face changed, he snorted coldly, and said, "Just try the results of this month." He took a sharp breath, replaced the qi in his mouth with true qi, compressed it three times, and spit it out. A golden light flew out, whistling, towards all the daggers that were unstoppable. (To be continued......)