Cha Long and Wu Idiot, whether it was the speed of the punch or the majestic fist intent, made Wen Chen stunned.

There is a saying: insiders look at the doorway, laymen look at the lively. Wen Chen felt that the difference between him and these two martial artists of the eighth and ninth realms of martial arts was not only worlds apart.

"Don't fight the two of you, the number one in martial arts is really important? It's just a false name, wouldn't it be a pity if you two really die and be injured one day!" Wen Chen looked at the two of them and said.

"That's it, what Boss Wen said is right!" Qi Xidu echoed casually.

Wu Idiot and Cha Long looked at Wen Chen.

Wen Chen grinned and said, "If you two really disagree with each other, how about asking the major immortal sects in the Central Plains first?"

Wu Idiot was vigilant, he was afraid that this little bastard would dig a pit for him again.

And Cha Long chewed Wen Chen's words very seriously and asked, "What do you mean?"

"You know, whether it is sword cultivation or martial arts genius in our Central Plains, we are all talented people, so I don't know if you are waiting for you to beat all the rising stars in my Central Plains, aren't you, the No. 1 martial artist in Beiyi, really worthy of the name?" Wen Chen said.

Chalong nodded and said, "Makes sense!"

Qi Xidu secretly gave Wenchen a thumbs up.

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On Qingcheng Mountain, a girl in a pink skirt sat at the table, holding her chin with one hand and a sad face.

"What is Qingqing's heart, can you talk to the fox girl? You can't stretch your eyebrows every day, but you feel sorry for the fox girl!" The fox girl stretched out her hand and rubbed Lu Qingqing's brows lovingly.

"Fox Niang, Uncle Wu hasn't come to Qingcheng Mountain for so long. Lu Qingqing muttered.

The fox girl smiled charmingly: "Little girl, it's not your Uncle Wu who is worried, right?"

Lu Qingqing's face flushed a little, but the willow eyebrows were wrinkled tighter.

She heard from the senior brothers in the mountains that many swordsmen and martial artists went to Dragon City, and some time ago, Ye Nianjun, the daughter of Ye Xiu, the king of Western Liang, got the sword of killing gods, so that several major sects such as Inverted Hanging Heaven, Jianchi Mountain, and Fengzongmen made a big move, just to rob Ye Nianjun to become a disciple of their sect.

With a sword to realize their own sword path, a genius sword cultivator like Ye Nianjun, those small sects naturally can't grab it, so they stretched out their hands to Wen Chen, wanting to get the Absolute Dust Sword from Wen Chen, and they will do whatever it takes.

"The master hasn't come out yet!" Ye Nianjun said in a low voice.

The fox girl smiled and said nothing.

When Lu Qingqing was carried up the mountain by Fu Fairy, she was still a baby in swaddling clothes, and more than ten years have passed in a flash, not so much that Lu Qingqing is a disciple of Fu Fairy, it is better to say that Lu Qingqing is Fu Fairy's greatest hope, because Fu Fairy once said that Lu Qingqing is a natural sword cultivator, and he is the person who is most expected to become the mirror of the Flying Avenue.

It's just that what makes the fox girl can't figure it out is that from childhood to adulthood, the Fu Fairy is all based on Lu Qingqing's temperament, and Lu Qingqing's swordsmanship is not considered to be middle or upper class among the disciples of Qingcheng Mountain.

The Fu Fairy has not yet come out, and the martial arts competitions held by the major sects in the world have started in one year, and the girl doesn't know if this is the right way to send Lu Qingqing to participate.

Recently, Wen Chen's journey from Beiyi to Longcheng has already spread all over the world, and those young people in the rivers and lakes will definitely do something to Wen Chen this time.

"Your Uncle Wu stayed on Wenchen's side, he should be busy!" the fox girl muttered thoughtfully.

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In the small fenced courtyard of Dragon City, Wen Chen was almost beaten half to death by Chalong.

Liu Zhi was distressed and gave Wen Chen the herbs to recuperate, and the martial idiot was so shocked by Cha Long's practice of teaching boxing that he almost dropped his jaw, he knew that Wen Chen, the little king, was very fond of holding grudges, so when he taught boxing, he didn't dare to give Wen Chen a heavy hand.

However, after getting along with Wen Chen during this time, he admired this little bastard a little, he was beaten half to death by Chalong every time, and he insisted on being beaten every time.

Boxing practice should start from feeding boxing, which is Chalong's teaching boxing concept.

This time, Wen Chen was punched by Chalong, everything in front of him was ghosted, and his whole face was bloody.

"Again............ Come again!" Hearing the sound of dust, he staggered to his feet.

Cha Long smashed it with another punch, without mercy.

Qi Xi covered his eyes in fright.

Wen Chen, who had passed out, was carried to the house by Qi Xidu and Liu Zhi to wipe his wounds.

Old man Pang is a frequent visitor, and he sits on the door frame of the house every day and watches Wen Chen feed his fist.

When Wenchen was carried on the bed, Old Man Pang took a sip of wine, glanced at Wenchen, and said to himself: "The black charcoal boy is almost done with his fists, it's time to find someone to feed him." ”

"Grandpa Pang, what do you mean by that?" Qi Xi looked at Old Man Pang in confusion.

Wu Idiot nodded and said: "Master Pei said that there are a lot of people from the rivers and lakes in Longcheng, and they should be coming for Wen Boy, this time we won't make a move, let's see if Wen Boy's boxing skills have improved." ”

Cha Long, who usually doesn't speak, also spoke: "This kid is not so bad, I found that after feeding the fist during this time, the sword qi in his body is much stronger." ”

"Senior, my son-in-law is now two mirrors of kendo and three mirrors of martial arts, and my seniors think that it will take a few years for my son-in-law to reach ten mirrors of kendo and twelve mirrors of martial arts?"

"The black charcoal boy has poor qualifications, but he works very hard, if he persists like someone else, there is no problem for kendo and martial arts to reach the five mirrors, but he is a little slower, but the foundation is solid, he has to really reach the twelve mirrors of martial arts, and the ten mirrors of kendo are afraid that he can beat the masters of all the small sects in the world!"

Three days later, Wen Chen returned to his past, thanks to the prescription left by Fox Mei'er's face, Wen Chen recovered so quickly.

At the end of the year, Longcheng raised goose feathers and heavy snow, and Wen Chen, Liu Zhi and Qi Xidu walked towards the two dilapidated courtyards adjacent to each other with paper money and incense.

For Ma Erpang and Liu Cripple, Wen Chen did not bully them a lot, but the two of them have always been hard working and resentful of Wen Chen, and in his hearts, Wen Chen has long been the eldest brother in their hearts.

How could he have two died because of the dust, Liu Zhi burned the paper money, smelled the incense of the beams and pillars, half-squatted on the ground and said: "You two were born in a poor family, and were regarded as ants by those powerful people, and the weak are all ants in the eyes of the powerful, and I am no exception, then, today I will represent us ants to seek justice from those powerful people who are high above!"

"Boy, it's not a small tone!" Just a moment after Wen Chen finished speaking, eight people came from the other direction of the street, and the person who spoke was a woman.

The woman was dressed in a white velvet robe and carried a long sword at her waist, this woman was born bewitching, but there was a hint of mockery and coldness on her exquisite face.

Behind him stood three men and two women, all with swords.

Wen Chen turned his head to look at the beautiful woman, his brows furrowed, and the murderous intent in his eyes was sharp.

Because this woman looks too similar to Mu Feng, who killed Ma Erfat and Liu Cripple.

"Your surname is Mu?" Wen Chen asked in a cold voice.

The woman smiled coldly, she took out something like an oil lamp from her sleeve, and Ma Er Fat and Liu Fat were trembling in the lampshade, and their souls were indifferent.

"What if you're the son of the saint?" aren't you like these pariahs, ants? hehe, you're not even as good as ants!" the woman sneered.

Wen Chen looked at this woman and didn't speak, she was at least a seven-mirror sword cultivator.

"I still have one soul left to make a wick, so use your soul!" the woman's eyes sank after speaking, and the sword at her waist came out.

Liu Zhi immediately fought back, and Wen Chen stretched out his hand to stop Liu Zhi.

Just as the woman's sword was about to stab Wen Chen's heart, Wen Chen turned sideways, and he clenched his fists.

The woman missed, and the blade of the sword in her hand turned and slashed towards Wen Chen's neck.

"Bang!"

Wen Chen's powerful fist smashed on the blade of the sword, and the woman withdrew the sword, with no contempt for her previous gaze.

"Wufu?" the woman asked, looking at Wen Chen.

"You have to die!" Wen Chen gritted his teeth and said three words, and instantly threw a second punch.

In the woman's opinion, this guy with three mirrors of martial arts can block her two blows, there must be something strange in them, but Wen Chen's second punch made her face change greatly.