In the Flying Crane Hall, Lin Zhengjun was practicing the "Spirit Snake Swordsmanship" with a focused expression. He was bent on practicing kung fu to avenge his father, and he was doubly invested in practice.

There are many disciples in Feihetang, and two large venues have been opened, one for Zhuang Wu and the other for Wusheng to practice martial arts. In the column of martial arts where Lin Zhengjun is located, there are more than 30 martial arts students, and the senior brothers are of the same age, and they are all playful and competitive teenagers.

The sun is slanting in the west, and the figure is getting longer. The day's practice time has ended, most of the junior brothers have already left the field, and some of the junior brothers are still fighting in the field. Lin Zhengjun was still practicing hard, piercing back and forth at the dummy tied with hemp rope in front of him, tirelessly.

"Lin Zhengjun, you are crying and mourning, the dummy has a blood feud with you!" A white fat boy saw that Lin Zhengjun was not listening, and stabbed at the dummy with a fierce face, and teased him with his palm on the side.

This kid entered Feihe Hall a year earlier, and he is the cousin and nephew of Chu Mingshan, the owner of Feihe Hall, named Sun Jianyao, who often mixes with Chu Mingshan's only son, Chu Wenyu, teasing cats and dogs, and acting misbehaps, but his martial arts are practiced in a mess.

Lin Zhengjun ignored himself, still concentrating on swordsmanship.

"Hey, boy, what about you!" Sun Jianyao saw that Lin Zhengjun ignored him, he lost face, and shouted in a bright voice: "Did the dummy kill your father, or kill your mother?"

"What are you talking about!" Lin Zhengjun turned his head and glared angrily.

"I said that the dummy killed your father and mother, what's the matter?" Sun Jianyao raised his chin and said to Lin Zhengjun with his nostrils.

Lin Zhengjun's mother died early, and his father died tragically, Sun Jianyao's words deeply poked the pain in Lin Zhengjun's heart. Lin Zhengjun was furious, but he held back his anger and did not attack, and his hand holding the sword trembled.

Sun Jianyao is Chu Mingshan's cousin and nephew, and he can't afford to offend. People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

Sun Jianyao saw Lin Zhengjun holding the long sword and glaring at him angrily, his heart was even more angry, he strode in front of Lin Zhengjun, raised his hand and gave Lin Zhengjun a heavy slap, and shouted: "What are you staring at, there is a kind, you will fight with me!"

"Fight, fight!" When the brothers saw that there was a good show, they all clamored for the two to fight.

"Fight, fight!" is tolerable, unbearable, Lin Zhengjun's high swollen cheeks twitched twice, and he resolutely responded.

The lodge does not prohibit martial arts competitions, on the contrary, encourages everyone to compete in martial arts. However, the competition is limited to between Zhuang Wu and Zhuang Wu, between Wu Sheng and Wu Sheng, and it is strictly forbidden for Zhuang Wu to bully Wu Sheng and Zhuang Hu, and the violator will be punished with a cane and punished from the villa.

However, the martial arts have no sense of proportion, and the competition between the martial arts must be replaced by wooden swords.

Lin Zhengjun and Sun Jianyao both took their wooden swords and came to the field angrily, and all the brothers were jubilant. Sun Jianyao hooked his fingers with his little finger and said disdainfully: "Come, come, let you make three moves!"

Sun Jianyao is one year more advanced than Lin Zhengjun in the martial arts hall, although he is not a gentleman, but Lin Zhengjun has only entered the martial arts hall to practice martial arts for less than half a year, and all the brothers and sisters naturally look down on Lin Zhengjun and think that Lin Zhengjun will only be beaten.

Lin Zhengjun didn't say anything, and waved the wooden sword to take Sun Jianyao's lower abdomen. Sun Jianyao's body was slightly sideways, laughing and letting Lin Zhengjun give up a sword; Lin Zhengjun missed a sword, and attacked Sun Jianyao's ribs with a backhand, and Sun Jianyao flashed again. Lin Zhengjun flew up with his right foot and kicked Sun Jianyao down, Sun Jianyao stretched out his left foot to block, and each closed his momentum and retreated.

"Three moves have passed, it's my turn!" Sun Jianyao laughed. Yan Bimu shook his sword, picked up a few beautiful sword flowers and threw himself at Lin Zhengjun.

The brothers erupted in applause. Although Sun Jianyao's practice is good, this fancy move is practiced well, and the sword flowers are blooming one after another, which is pleasing to the eye.

Sun Jianyao heard the applause, and his face was even more proud. Lin Zhengjun was still practicing the basic posture of the "Spirit Snake Sword Technique", and he couldn't cope with Sun Jianyao's fancy moves at all. Seeing the swords blooming, he didn't know where to attack, so he hurriedly raised his sword and swept the block. As soon as the sword flowers scattered, Sun Jianyao's wooden sword was already approaching Lin Zhengjun's eyebrows. Lin Zhengjun flashed to the left, and the wooden sword slid through his right cheek.

Sun Jianyao's right hand shook, and the wooden sword hit Lin Zhengjun's right cheek with a "snap".

"Hahaha!" Sun Jianyao laughed and said, "Let's give you a look on your face first, so that you can have a longer memory." ”

The brothers and sisters cheered again.

After a few more rounds, Lin Zhengjun was repeatedly poked by Sun Jianyao's wooden sword. Although the wooden sword had no edge, it was still painful to be poked, and Lin Zhengjun grinned in pain.

"If you had switched to an iron sword, you'd already die a few times. Sun Jianyao laughed proudly with his sword.

Lin Zhengjun stepped back and stood still, both cheeks were hot, and the place where he was poked on his body was also painful. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, calmed down, and looked back at the twine-wrapped dummy.

Just now, because of the humiliation and eagerness to win, after being frustrated, he was impetuous, and he actually lost the calm energy of his ordinary sword training, so that he fell into the passivity of seeing the moves. Lin Zhengjun thought in his heart, he had only practiced swords for half a year, and although he couldn't fight Sun Jianyao, only by piercing the hemp rope dummy and not changing the strategy could he break Sun Jianyao's fancy kung fu.

Thinking about this section, Lin Zhengjun cheered up and swung his sword again. This time, he no longer followed Sun Jianyao's moves to respond to the moves, but treated Sun Jianyao as a hemp rope dummy, and only cared about stabbing and beating wildly in the way he practiced on weekdays.

This method really worked, and after more than a dozen rounds, Sun Jianyao never took advantage of it again. Lin Zhengjun's confidence has greatly increased, and his moves have become more and more flexible.

Sun Jianyao was annoyed and ashamed, and picked up several sword flowers and threw themselves at Lin Zhengjun. Lin Zhengjun calmed down, didn't care how fancy its moves were, and stabbed forward with his sword. Sun Jianyao saw that the wooden sword went straight to his chest, and he had to retract his momentum and dodge sideways. Lin Zhengjun's wooden sword looped, and the sword body slapped Sun Jianyao's right cheek fiercely.

This move changed extremely quickly, and it was one of the moves in the "Spirit Snake Sword Technique" that he had just practiced the hemp rope dummy.

"Smack!" Sun Jianyao's right cheek was sturdy and was slapped by the wooden sword.

Sun Jianyao's right cheek instantly swollen, he was furious, and swung his sword to stab Lin Zhengjun.

"I'll make you look down on me!" Lin Zhengjun said viciously, his hands kept stabbing, slapping, winding, picking, and succeeding, beating Sun Jianyao so much that he had no power to fight back.

The brothers erupted in cheers. Sun Jianyao was even more annoyed, and he had no way to make a move, just like splashing skin on the street, stalking and fighting, but he was restrained everywhere.

"Smack!" Lin Zhengjun slammed a sword on Sun Jianyao's shoulder, Sun Jianyao's legs bent, and he knelt down in front of Lin Zhengjun.

"You're dead!" Sun Jianyao shouted angrily. He threw the wooden sword at Lin Zhengjun, jumped up in anger, and rushed out of the martial arts hall amid the sound of the senior brothers.

Seeing Sun Jianyao rushing out of the martial hall in a huff, Lin Zhengjun began to feel uneasy in his heart. Just now, because Sun Jianyao despised and insulted him, he beat Sun Jianyao to the point of losing face for a while, and then he felt that it was inappropriate.

Lin Zhengjun lost the interest in continuing to practice swords, and walked out of the martial arts hall in a trance. Along the winding and quiet path on the edge of Crescent Lake, just walked through a small forest, four men and one woman came over with a fierce momentum, and the first person was Chu Mingshan's only son Chu Wenyu, followed by Sun Jianyao and others.

"Stop!" Chu Wenyu shouted.