The men of Chengjiazhuang practice knives and guns, except for the only set of "Thirteen Styles of Sharp Knives" and basic marksmanship, they are all self-honed crop handles, practical and simple.

The character of the villagers is also very simple, what is right and wrong in practicing martial arts is directly said, everyone ponders, there are not so many taboo rules. Moreover, Cheng Yuan is also one of the only nine internal martial artists in Chengjiazhuang, and when he comes to give advice, the clansmen are naturally willing.

“...... That's it!" Cheng Yuan used his hand to guide Uncle Yonghe's frame and strength, and slashed directly and smoothly.

Laugh at!

The air felt as if it had been split.

"That's right, this knife is so comfortable!" Uncle Yonghe suddenly said in surprise, with Cheng Yuan's current strength, he naturally felt the smoothest feeling of force, as if all the strength of his body exploded in this knife.

"Uncle Yonghe, you try again. Cheng Yuan let go of his hand and smiled.

He traveled to this time, and the knife skills he had learned from these uncles since he was a child, and now he can help them in turn, so he is naturally in a good mood.

"Ah Yuan, you can also come and see my sword technique, point and point at me. Another burly man also strode over and said with a smile.

"Okay. Cheng Yuan looked at it a few times, went up and pinched his arm, and guided: "Uncle Yongshan, your leg strength and waist strength can be connected, but there is a gap between you and the strength on this arm." ”

As he spoke, Cheng Yuan's luck suddenly pulled Cheng Yongshan's arm and exerted his strength, Cheng Yongshan felt as if the strength of the whole person was being pulled up, and he naturally slashed at it.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm just this slant, I've always felt a little awkward, thanks to Ah Yuan, you helped me. Cheng Yongshan immediately began to compare excitedly.

Some Chengjiazhuang men next to him saw it and hurriedly came around: "Ah Yuan, you can also help me take a look." ”

"And my marksmanship, why don't you give me some pointers?"

Then.

At the gate of the martial arts training ground, a young man wearing a blue brocade robe with a gloomy face happened to pass by, it was Song Qing from the Song Mansion.

He subconsciously glanced at the martial arts training ground, and saw many Chengjiazhuang men sweating bare-chested, with disdain flashing in their eyes.

"Hmph, just these crop handle styles, and what are the thirteen sharp knife styles, they are all third-rate knife techniques on the rotten street. A bunch of mud legs. ”

Suddenly, he saw Cheng Yuan, who was surrounded by some Cheng family Zhuang men and was instructing him in knife techniques, and his eyes suddenly became fierce: "It's him!"

He was also very impressed by what Crane Lao said, Cheng Yuan, who couldn't see through the reality and reality, but it was a very bad impression.

"It should be him, who snatched the place recommended by the celestials. ”

"Why? This kind of broken Zhuangzi also deserves that kind of quota?

He has always been arrogant, has good qualifications, coupled with the perennial penance and the resources of the Song Mansion, he has already reached the realm of a warrior who has entered the house, and naturally looks down on Chengjiazhuang, a Zhuangzi who does not even have good martial arts.

Suddenly, Cheng Yuan in the distance grabbed the arm of a clansman and took him with a fierce swing of the knife: "When the knife is slashed out, the strength of the whole body must be integrated!"

Laugh at!

The blade sliced through the air, screeching.

"Huh?" Song Qing looked at Cheng Yuan's movements, and his eyes suddenly became fierce: "This knife, his power ......"

He has been cultivating since he was a child, and he has high fingers such as Song Mansion Keqing and seniors, so his eyesight is naturally very high.

"The strength runs through the whole body, it comes naturally, and it can be so smooth when you hold other people's hands. This Cheng Yuan really has some skills. ”

"Could it be that he is really better than me?" Song Qing's eyes narrowed, and his heart was sharp, and he walked over.

Cheng Yuan, who was instructing his clansmen, suddenly felt a gaze fall on him.

He subconsciously turned his head and saw a handsome young man in a blue brocade robe walking towards him.

"It's from the Song Mansion. ”

Cheng Yuan naturally remembered the four people in the Song Mansion he had seen yesterday, and this young man was one of them.

"Is there anything wrong with the guest?" asked Cheng Yuan naturally.

"You are Cheng Yuan? I have heard of you, the first person of the young generation in Chengjiazhuang. Song Qing smiled and said, "It's boring to be idle, why don't we have a discussion?"

Cheng Yuan frowned slightly, after he became a celestial, he felt extremely keen, and he had already discovered that this young man seemed to have a vague hostility towards him.

"What is the purpose of this person?" Although Cheng Yuan was puzzled, this was a person from the Song family in Youhe County, he didn't know the details, and he didn't want to get into trouble for nothing.

"It's about to be breakfast, it's not very convenient. Cheng Yuan said with a slight smile.

"What's inconvenient? It doesn't take much time, so just casually talk. Song Qing was polite on the surface, but in fact, his tone was a little aggressive.

"In the early morning, how can you really use knives and guns, what if you hurt the guests?" Cheng Yongshan next to him also played a round game.

After all, Song Qing is a member of the Song family, a big family in Youhe County, and the men of Chengjiazhuang don't want to cause trouble.

Cheng Yuanshan said unintentionally, but he suddenly touched Song Qing's thoughts, and Song Qing's face immediately turned cold: "Afraid of hurting me?"

The quota that was originally going to be set was gone, and he was scolded by Song Ya, coupled with the grievance that Cheng Yuan might have snatched away the quota, which had already made Song Qing angry.

Now, a mud-legged man, dare to say that he is afraid of hurting him?

"The people of Chengjiazhuang can't be so cowardly, right?" Song Qing simply tore off his face and sneered directly.

The men of Chengjiazhuang next to them suddenly looked ugly.

This person from the Song family is specifically here to find fault?

However, although the Zhuangli people are straight, they also know that it is not good to conflict with the Song family inexplicably, and they are still restrained.

Cheng Yongshan and a few other uncles seemed to want to play a round, but Cheng Yuan's expression turned cold, and he said coldly to Song Qing: "How do guests want to learn?"

"Ah Yuan, this ......" Cheng Yongshan was directly anxious, and it was obvious that he was looking for fault on the other side, but it was also the identity of the Song family.

Hurt Song Qing, Chengjiazhuang will inevitably be in trouble.

Hurting Cheng Yuan? is something they don't want to see.

In short, in this fight, Chengjiazhuang can't win or lose.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt him. Cheng Yuan stretched out his hand to stop them, looked at Song Qing, and said coldly.

"Interesting. Song Qing laughed angrily: "That's it, let go of your hands and feet, let's use the blade, as long as we don't die, it doesn't matter if you are injured." ”

"Don't worry, the Song Mansion will not be investigated. ”

Cheng Yuan naturally could hear his potential meaning, everyone really did a real fight, I promised first that I would not be held accountable for hurting my Song Mansion, and if I hurt you then, Cheng Jiazhuang would not make trouble.

"Yes. As soon as Cheng Yuan finished speaking, he saw Song Qing take out a knife from behind him, and the scabbard was quite elegant.

Scold!

He drew his sword from its sheath, and the blade was about three feet and three inches long.

This knife is dark and blue like ink, the cold light on the blade is circulating, and the blade is faintly with many mysterious forging patterns, exuding an extremely strange aura.

"Slashing Blade?!"

"What? is he holding the Soul Slashing Knife?" Looking at the knife in Song Qing's hand, many Chengjiazhuang men on the side exclaimed.

"Slashing the Sword?" Cheng Yuan was also extremely surprised, this Slashing Sword was a standard divine weapon forged by the Heavenly Imperial Division, and each one was worth at least 1,500 taels of silver.

This is a strange knife that can restrain ghosts, and it is above all ordinary swords.

If some powerful martial arts masters hold it, they can kill ghosts and gods!

Like Chengjiazhuang, he spent his savings of three thousand taels of silver to buy two slashing knives, and one was left in Zhuangzi.

The other is the one that the hunting team must carry when they go up the mountain in case of accidents.

Before, when Cheng Yuan followed the Chengjiazhuang hunting team up the mountain, he accidentally met a mountain ghost, if it weren't for the hunting team captain Cheng Yongshi with a slashing knife that could restrain ghosts, I was afraid that the entire hunting team would be lost in the mountains.

A slashing knife of 1,500 taels of silver, a disciple of the Song Mansion like Song Qing, actually carried one with him.

It can be seen that the Song Mansion in Youhe County is wealthy.

Cheng Yuandou was a little greedy, he still owed Huo Dao a thousand taels of silver, and he owed two hundred taels of silver to the clan, which added up to one thousand two hundred taels of arrears.

If there is a slashing knife, you can pay off the debt directly, and there is still a lot left.

"Guest, it's not appropriate for you to use the Slashing Knife to fight, right?" Seeing the Slashing Knife in Song Qing's hand, Cheng Yongshan couldn't help but speak.

Not only does the Slashing Blade have the supernatural power to restrain ghosts, but its own material and forging process are superior to all ordinary blades, and it is extremely tough and sharp.

The iron knife forged by Chengjiazhuang himself will be damaged or even cut off if it can't be connected with a few knives at all.

"Don't talk nonsense, the Dark Knife of the Beacon Flame on your back should be on your back, right? Although it is far inferior to the Slashing Sword, it should still be able to support it after a fight. ”

Song Qing looked at the hilt of the Shen Knife behind Cheng Yuan's back and said coldly.

Cheng Yuan was a little surprised by Song Qing's eyesight, and he could distinguish the Shen Shen Knife from the handle of the knife alone.

However, he was reluctant to use the Dark Slash Knife against the Slashing Blade, and if he was not careful, he might be cut out of a few small gaps.

"Uncle Yongshan, lend me your knife. Cheng Yuan took off the dark knife on his back and handed it to Cheng Yongshan.

With an ordinary iron knife, even if it is broken, he can still afford to pay ten taels of silver.

Seeing Cheng Yuan's actions, Song Qing's eyes became even more angry.