As soon as the hooligans were brought in, the jailers disappeared, and then they smirked and started a round of siege against Jian Chen.

Jian Chen's hands and feet were chained, he couldn't use his internal strength, and he had many injuries on his body that were beaten, and this time he was even more passive, almost squatting on the ground and being beaten frantically to vent.

After beating him for half the night, he broke several ribs all over his body before the gang refused to give up and was let out by the jailers.

The official came over with a smile, "Which son has never seen the world so much, he has to come to find a meal of flesh and skin, why can anyone be chivalrous and righteous?"

Seeing that you have an extraordinary bearing, you should be from a rich family, and I will not embarrass you, you tell me, where is your home, and I will inform your family, as long as you pay enough money, I can guarantee you out."

Jian Chen coughed up blood and said, "What if my family can't hand over the silver?"

The official's face turned cold, and he said viciously, "Hey, there are a lot of rotting corpses in this black prison, I can make sure that you will be with them for the rest of your life, so that the heavens and the earth will not be spiritual!"

At this moment, a person appeared behind him, extremely tall.

"Oh, the heavens should not be called the earth, you might try it now."

Fan Zhuoyuan appeared behind the official and startled him.

The official turned around, "You! Who are you! How did you get in here! Come on! Someone broke into the prison with the intention of robbing it!"

He frantically bypassed Fan Zhuoyuan and fled out, but several cell guards in the prison had already fallen to the ground.

Outside the door was even more full of corpses, including the eight ruffians who had beaten Jian Chen before.

The official was stunned in place, and Fan Zhuoyuan slapped it in the air and ended it casually.

Then he smashed the cell door with one palm, tore off his handcuffs and anklets, and walked away without saying a word.

Jian Chen covered his wounds, gritted his teeth and followed, seeing the blood outside, a burst of happiness surged in his heart.

Immediately, he couldn't help but think that if he had seen this scene before, he would have prevented this person from killing, and he had only left the Zhonghua Pavilion for one day, why did his heart suddenly change so much?

In the next three months, Jian Chen followed Fan Zhuoyuan aimlessly walking around, and saw all kinds of people on the rivers and lakes.

If it was when his martial arts were exhausted, he would be able to break these ghost tricks with a sword, and he would only regard them as jokes.

Now he didn't use any internal skills, and he personally participated in it, so he deeply understood how dangerous the rivers and lakes are, how terrible people's hearts are, and everything is by no means black and white, there are always two sides, or there is no right or wrong at all.

After three months, Jian Chen was much haggard, and there were always old injuries on his body that had not healed and new injuries were added.

Every injury stems from his insistence on chivalrous ways, and every time he insists, he will inevitably suffer both physical and mental injuries.

But the nameless teachings have always been in his heart, and he does have a chivalrous heart, and he has persevered all the way, but his will has become more and more firm, and the more he knows the difficulty and preciousness of adhering to the way of chivalry.

You must know that the sinister things that Jian Chen has been exposed to along the way, ordinary people or their lives have only encountered two or three times, which is enough to change their life fate.

However, Jian Chen has been practicing basically every day, his mind is growing extremely fast, and his will is firmer than at the beginning, becoming more and more silent At the same time, his mind is also becoming more and more mature. ….

Until one day, Fan Zhuoyuan suddenly took Jian Chen away from the town and entered a bamboo forest wilderness, and suddenly stopped.

The voice spread all around, "Mr. Nameless, you've been following you long enough in the past three months, is it time to see each other?"

Jian Chen was surprised, raised his eyes and looked around, and suddenly saw a figure in the depths of the bamboo forest coming like stepping on the wind, stopping in front of the two of them.

Jian Chen exclaimed in surprise, "Master!"

Nameless nodded slightly to Jian Chen, looked at Fan Zhuoyuan with his hands behind him and said, "With the painstaking guidance of this friend Lao for Chen'er in the past three months, all these things are indeed lacking in Nameless's past teachings, I can see that although Chen'er has suffered a lot, she is indeed a lot more mature."

Fan Zhuoyuan threw the heroic sword to Nameless, took off the dragon slayer knife on his back, and said, "Since it is

At this point, Mr. Nameless should be able to give advice and fight against Fan."

Nameless smiled, "Sir's original surname is Fan."

"No, the cheap name is Fan Zhuoyuan."

"Nameless wants to know, why did Mr. Fan fight with Zainext?"

Fan Zhuoyuan said calmly: "It's just to know what level Fan belongs to in the rivers and lakes here."

This reason surprised Nameless, and what he was even more surprised in his heart was how the other party knew that he was living in seclusion in the China Pavilion.

After all, he has been sealed and retired for many years, and there are not many people in the martial arts who know him.

This time he owes Fan Zhuoyuan a favor, it is impossible for him not to agree to this battle, not only to agree, but also to pay attention to the mercy of his subordinates, and at the same time, Nameless is also very curious about Fan Zhuoyuan's martial arts, and he just wants to see it.

So the two stood opposite each other, Fan Zhuoyuan held the knife in his hand, and threw the antidote to Jian Chen.

Jian Chen's heart was slightly frightened, but he calmly accepted it, and suddenly felt that his internal strength was rapidly recovering, and he couldn't help but feel the joy of regaining his loss in his heart, and retreated to the side, carefully observing the battle between this person and his master.

Three months ago, this person easily broke his inexplicable swordsmanship with a fast son, and the level of martial arts was incredible.

He and Master, who is higher and who is lower?

Nameless showed respect, and also drew the heroic sword.

At this time, the heroic sword in the nameless hand and in the hand of Jian Chen are simply very different.

When it was in Jian Chen's hands, the Hero Sword was just a famous sword, and there was not much surprising except for its sharpness and toughness.

In the nameless hand, the sword seemed to come to life, with a soul, blooming with brilliance, and a mighty righteousness standing between heaven and earth was born.

The famous sword has a spirit, and it also recognizes its owner, and those who do not recognize the famous sword cannot resist the sword.

Jian Chen's eyes couldn't help but widen when he saw such a change in the Heroic Sword, and he couldn't help but remember that Fan Zhuoyuan had said to him when he kept the Heroic Sword, "You are not worthy of this sword, because you are not heroic."

He gritted his teeth slightly, remembering all the experiences he had had in the past three months, he had been in distress, he had been confused, he had been frightened, he had been shaken, all of these things, just like mortals, how to call him a hero.

Jian Chen couldn't help but look at the sword in Fan Zhuoyuan's hand, if the sword in the master's hand had its spirit, then the sword in this person's hand should definitely be worthy of his name!

But looking at it this way, the two-handed broadsword with a thick back and a broad blade, and a dark body except for the blade, did not have any spiritual light, and was as dark and silent as a dead thing.

"Huh? This knife...... Isn't it a famous sword?"

The dragon slaying knife is a treasure knife, but it is only a treasure knife among all the knives, there is no spirit in the knife, in this world, it is naturally not a famous knife!

Nameless also saw this, "If you wield a knife, then this knife is no longer worthy of you."

Fan Zhuoyuan said: "My sword skills have never reached the realm of the unity of human swords, and it is the same with any knife."

Nameless was a little puzzled, but Fan Zhuoyuan had already attacked with a knife.

A fierce battle intent of black clouds crushing the city and wanting to destroy it instantly filled the audience, and the surrounding bamboo forests were windless and automatic, and they all looked up in all directions with Fan Zhuoyuan as the center.

And the knife in his hand is directed at the nameless, but it is an undefeated bloody battle ten styles across the battlefield - the edge is exposed!.

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