Seeing that Wang Chuan didn't respond, a pair of eyes narrowed, staring at him like a poisonous snake, and his heart was suddenly unhappy.

"What's the matter, the waste who can't practice still has a temper, let me tell you, even if you are a monk now, you have to kneel down and apologize!" Wang Hua said in a fierce voice, pointing at Wang Chuan.

Why, just because he is a person under the second son.

Even if he is just a slave, he can rely on the second son to be powerful.

"What's wrong with that kid Wang Chuan, hurry up and kneel down, otherwise you will be beaten again!"

"Last time, good luck didn't die, let Wang Hua do it again, I'm afraid he will really be killed. ”

"Even if you don't die, when the time comes, you will be expelled from the dart game at the very least!"

The slave who was working in front of the Zongwu Hall suddenly whispered, "kindly" persuading Wang Chuan.

They are slaves, so naturally they don't dare to talk about the dart master in the dart game like this, and they only dare to mock Wang Chuan.

In their opinion, Wang Chuan is also the life of a slave.

Although Wang Chuan had a spiritual root, he could not cultivate, so he could only become a slave, and he was even more ridiculed.

All the slaves believed that if they had spiritual roots, they would have gotten rid of their slave status and become monks.

It's like Wang Chuan, who hasn't moved for three years.

Therefore, almost all the slaves thought that they were superior to Wang Chuan, and their words were indispensable for ridicule.

There are also those like Wang Hua who do it directly.

"I'm talking to you, deaf?" With a loud shout, Wang Hua raised his arm, and the wind whistled in his palm, about to give Wang Chuan a big mouth.

This is his favorite way to teach disobedient people, and when he slaps it, half of his face will be swollen high.

Wang Hua is not an acquired martial artist, but he followed the second son to find an errand, practicing martial arts in his spare time on weekdays, strengthening his physique, and he also has two brushes.

In the courtyard, all the servants stopped what they were doing and watched with interest.

Schadenfreude is something that slaves always like.

Especially when he was about to see Wang Chuan being beaten.

"With Wang Hua's strength, it is estimated that Wang Chuan will become a pig's head with this palm!"

"Wang Chuan is too thin, maybe his teeth will fly with this palm. ”

"I was just beaten two days ago, and I don't have a long memory, and I don't know if I'm stupid or stupid!"

"If he wasn't stupid, how could he not be able to practice with a spiritual root?"

Feeling the sound of the wind, Wang Chuan held the wooden sword, and the moves of the Liuhe Sword kept flashing in his mind, and he subconsciously stabbed out with a sword.

This sword is just on the palm of the hand.

It seems that today's events cannot be avoided.

Wang Chuan held the wooden sword and waited for Wang Hua.

Wang Hua was in pain, and immediately withdrew his hand, looking at the red mark on his palm being pierced by the wooden sword, and he was furious.

"Okay, you Wang Chuan, you still dare to fight back, it's the other way around!"

After that, Wang Hua flew out with one foot, supported his body with one foot, like lightning, extremely fast, and blew the satin pants hard, hitting his body, making a shock.

This is the martial arts he has learned, the starting style of the eighteen-way thunder leg.

Wang Chuan, who had no combat experience, was suddenly shocked by Wang Hua's leg wind, and he missed the best opportunity with a sword hand.

reacted, Ben Lei's leg had already arrived in front of him, and he hurriedly waved his sword to resist in a hurry, which resolved the crisis.

"What's the matter, Wang Chuan actually blocked this leg!"

Many slaves, their eyes widened.

According to the past, if this leg went down, Wang Chuan should fly out directly upside down, lying on the ground and vomiting blood.

And now he's still standing?

"So that's the case, thinking that if you have improved in martial arts, you will be better than me?" A trace of surprise flashed in Wang Hua's eyes.

Ignoring it, Wang Chuan reflected on what he had just done.

The kick just now was not very strong, and he could take it in a panic.

If you weren't stunned just now and seize the opportunity, maybe you can fight back.

It is very normal to have no experience, to face the enemy in battle, and to make mistakes.

But Wang Chuan was not satisfied, he thought that he had not done his best.

He was a very hard man on himself.

"I want you to see that the gap between us is not something you can make up for with this little effort!"

Wang Chuan didn't reply again, Wang Hua shouted angrily, and kicked at him again, his legs were extremely fast, and the courtyard shook continuously for a while.

There was no hard connection to Ben Lei's legs, Wang Chuan held the wooden sword, step by step, and constantly defused its offensive.

After more than a dozen moves like this, his actual combat experience is also increasing, his moves have become more and more orderly, and the Liuhe Sword has become more and more handy.

The further back, the more relaxed Wang Chuan became.

After a long time, Wang Hua was a little anxious.

Many slaves around him are watching, if he gets into a fight with the waste Wang Chuan, then where is his prestige?

Except that he had the upper hand at the beginning, now he has become evenly matched, and Wang Chuan has gradually overpowered himself!

This made him even more anxious.

"A little wooden sword, still trying to defeat me?"

No longer waiting, Wang Hua shouted, lifted his breath, jumped high, and raised the soles of his feet to point to the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the body fell, and the soles of his feet slashed towards Wang Chuan's head.

This kick is the biggest killer move of the eighteen-way thunder leg, thunder.

Wang Chuan's eyes were sharp, and he saw that on Wang Hua's legs, there were shallow light blue lightning bolts emerging, and his legs were split, and there was really a feeling of thunder.

However, he had already made out his confidence, and he had no fear in his heart, but was full of excitement.

Standing up his waist, Wang Chuan stood with his sword, and the momentum on his body continued to condense.

"The wooden sword is not a disadvantage!"

Before the words fell, he swung the wooden sword and stabbed out, using the killing move of the Liuhe sword, knowing a sword.

The wooden sword stabbed on the soles of Wang Hua's feet, and there was another sound.

The thunder light on his leg entered Wang Chuan's body along the wooden sword, causing a burst of numbness.

Subsequently, it was completely dispelled by the aura in the meridians.

The means of the martial artist are not enough to see in the face of the aura.

After a moment of contact, the two separated, Wang Hua turned over and landed on one foot, and the other foot did not dare to fall.

A sharp-eyed person saw a hole in the sole of that foot.

Then I saw blood dripping from the soles of my feet to the ground.

Looking at Wang Chuan again, he just took three steps back, his breathing was a little short, and there was nothing else at all.

Judge from above!

"How could this be! Wang Chuan actually won!"

After being stunned for a while, everyone exploded the pot with a bang, and the courtyard was full of surprises.

Who would have thought that Wang Chuan, who has always been weak, would actually win against Wang Hua.

Wang Hua, who had already lost, felt even more annoyed when he heard these voices.

"I didn't eat breakfast in the morning, I didn't have the strength, and I didn't have a weapon in my hand, so Wang Chuan narrowly won half a move!"

Everyone suddenly changed their words and scolded Wang Chuan for not having martial virtues, and others were bare-handed, and he actually used weapons.

Although the weapon is just a wooden sword.

Wang Chuan swept his eyes coldly, didn't bother to pay attention to these people, and walked towards the sect hall with his feet raised.

Seeing those cold eyes, some people were stunned and immediately kept silent.

No matter what, Wang Chuan's strength has indeed become stronger, and it is not something they can provoke.

"A waste who has spiritual roots but can only practice martial arts, and dares to run rampant!" scolded secretly, Wang Hua limped away.

If he stays any longer, the prestige he has built up will be lost.

Zongwutang is the place where you can exchange for martial arts and take the task of taking away darts in the dart game.

In the early morning, there was no one inside, only an old man standing behind the counter.

This old man is the deacon of the Sect Hall, and he is responsible for taking care of the Sect Hall.

"Deacon Yang, I have passed the Heavenly People's Threshold and come to obtain the martial arts. Wang Chuan poured the wooden sword, walked to the counter and bowed.

Hearing this, Deacon Yang raised his eyes and saw that it was Wang Chuan, so he hummed lightly.

"Reach out. ”

Stretching out his left hand, Deacon Yang grabbed his arm with his thin palm.

It was only a split second that he withdrew his hand.

"You have finally passed the Heavenly People's Mark, but you have also missed the best cultivation time, and with your average qualifications, I am afraid it will be difficult to achieve anything. ”

Knowing that Deacon Yang had no malicious intent, Wang Chuan nodded, not caring about the content.

However, the surrounding slaves were amazed.

Wang Chuan, who couldn't pass the heavenly barrier for three years, actually passed and became a monk!

This also means that Wang Chuan cannot become a slave, and it is more likely that he will rise to prominence from now on!

Many slaves, looking at Wang Chuan's eyes, have changed.

Jealousy, envy, sighing, all there.

"But in any case, it's better than a slave. Deacon Yang muttered, waved his hand to follow him, and raised his feet to the second floor.

Following behind, Wang Chuan also walked up to the second floor.

On the second floor of the Zongwu Hall, there are many bookshelves, and books are placed on the shelves.

"If you break through the Heavenly Barrier, you can get a book of exercises, a book of martial arts, and a weapon, choose for yourself. ”

Wang Chuan walked to the bookshelf, and he was going to choose the exercises first.

Exercises are the guarantee of ascension to the realm, and they need to be chosen carefully.

In front of him, there are only three exercises that he can choose.

The grades obtained for free are naturally not high, and they are all the lowest low-level exercises in the exercises.

"Draw the air, move the spirit, and spit ......"

There is no difference between the three exercises, and there is nothing to choose from, Wang Chuan was helpless, and finally chose to draw qi.

The only advantage of this exercise is that it absorbs the aura faster.

If you want to get other better exercises, you need to move darts in exchange.

Next, it is to choose martial arts, and good martial arts are equal to combat power.

There are more martial arts skills to choose from, and rows of books are dazzling.

There were no superfluous thoughts, and he directly chose the sword martial arts.

The Liuhe Sword is fast to master by itself, and it must be the same for sword skills.

Looking at the swordsmanship and martial arts, the various names made him dazzled.

"Flying Cloud Sword Technique, Water Moon Sword Technique, Iron Chopping Sword Technique, Flowing Wind Sword Technique......"

Most of these swordsmanship are also low-level, and only a few of them are intermediate-level swordsmanship.

After a little consideration, he chose the intermediate Flowing Wind Sword Technique.

He has a strong comprehension, and it is too wasteful to cultivate low-level swordsmanship, so it is better to choose intermediate-level swordsmanship directly.

After choosing, he returned to Deacon Yang.

"Induce Qi to decide, flow wind sword technique...... Martial arts are no longer considered?Intermediate martial arts are not something that anyone can practice, so I suggest starting with low-level martial arts. Deacon Yang kindly reminded.

"No need. Wang Chuan shook his head.

Hearing this, Deacon Yang pursed his lips and did not persuade again.

Young people don't listen to old people, and it's themselves who suffer.

He had seen too many people like Wang Chuan, who confidently chose intermediate-level martial arts, and in the end they didn't achieve anything, wasting their time in vain.

That's it, how to decide is his business, why bother?

"Once you choose, you can't change it, and there are also the rules of the Zongwu Hall, right?"

"Understood. ”

The martial arts and techniques learned cannot be passed on to others, and they must be returned in three months, otherwise they will be abolished and expelled from the dart game, and in serious cases, they will lose their heads.

This is the rule of the Jongbudo.

"It's good to understand. Deacon Yang nodded, walked downstairs, took out a sword from behind the counter and threw it to Wang Chuan.

He took the sword and drew it out of its sheath, but it was just the most ordinary iron sword.

There is no dissatisfaction with putting the sword into the sheath, after all, it is given for free.

"In a month, when you're ready, come to me. ”

Deacon Yang said lightly and waved him away.