Chapter 7

At the same time, on the second day of February, the new disciples of Zijian mountain villa also started a new martial arts practice under the guidance of the teacher's father in the mountain villa according to their different qualifications and strength.

Abandoned sword mountain villa is not so much a sect, but more like the top martial arts training place of Jiuyou Zhengdao.

After 300 years of accumulation, there are a vast number of martial arts classics here. Basically, anyone can find their own martial arts. And therefore break through the shackles of the original origin and set foot in the realm that could not have been reached.

Many of the martial arts people who have practiced in abandoned sword mountain villa have stayed in the villa for a lifetime. Even if they return to their original clan or aristocratic family, they will be branded with abandoned sword mountain villa. Therefore, the owner of abandoned sword villa may not be the highest expert in the world, but it can be said that he is the actual master of Wulin.

This model is completely different from the traditional martial arts sect. It originated from the selfless sharing of martial arts experience with people all over the world by Shen Mengtian, the founder of the villa. After the efforts of villa owners of all dynasties, it finally formed a wave of sweeping the world.

Compared with 300 years ago, the number of people practicing martial arts has increased a hundred times, and the number of top experts has also increased significantly.

The flourishing age of martial arts is coming.

The third childe Shen would have been the brightest star in the flourishing age of martial arts. Although it is dark now, it has not affected the overall situation.

The master of the flourishing age of martial arts is Shen Shou, the master of Zijian mountain villa.

He has passed the age of knowing his destiny, and his temples have white hair. Since the accident of the third son Shen Zhenyi, he looked a little more decadent and haggard. Even if he was recruiting new disciples, he didn't have much comfort.

"... younger martial brother Zhou Wenzi's performance this time was excellent. He broke through Shen Baihe within ten years. The next morning, when he went back to the mountain, Shen Zhenyi was sitting on the top of the mountain to watch the morning glow.

Chu Huoluo was sent by him to practice basic skills.

——This made the girl who had been in the fifth realm of martial arts very incomprehensible and thought she had already passed this stage, but the third childe Shen's word forced her to obey honestly.

"That's how I practiced."

Shen Zhenyi practiced like this. At the age of 14, he broke through the situation of sitting and taking photos, won the top ten old masters, and became the first swordsman in the world. So Chu Huoluo couldn't refute it, so she had to run and get a horse honestly.

What Shen Baihe saw was still Shen Zhenyi's lonely back sitting in front of the sword tomb.

He clenched his fist, his fingernails hurt the skin of his palm, reluctantly came forward and said with a smile: "the third brother is really here. He was very worried when he talked about you with his father last night."

Shen Zhenyi turned his head and said indifferently, "thank you for your concern. I'm not dead this time."

Shen Baihe's pupil contracted abruptly.

He retreated half a step vigilantly and quietly, kneading a sword formula in his right hand's sleeve, and then cautiously said, "Why are you so unlucky, third brother? Although you are seriously injured, your life is no longer in danger..."

Shen Zhenyi didn't care. He slowly pushed his wheelchair down the mountain and passed Shen Baihe without even looking at him.

Only a faint voice remained in the wind.

"Buddha sword is a proud disciple of Zen master Liuru. He died here. The Lanke temple will find out sooner or later. Brother, you have to worry about the aftermath..."

Shen Baihe was sweating again.

He knows! He always knows! Shen Baihe roars in his heart. The stiffness of his shoulders and neck makes him unable to turn back to face his own brother.

"Also -"

When Shen Zhenyi moved to the far corner, he paused again and added, "if you want to kill me, there are not enough people in the seventh territory of martial arts. There is no need to add more unnecessary damage."

In the eyes of this gifted brother, is the seventh realm of martial arts as worthless as Chinese cabbage?

Shen Baihe was bitter in his mouth and finally summoned up the courage to turn back. At this time, Shen Zhenyi had disappeared into the dwarf forest in front of him.

I'm just the seventh realm of martial arts... Shen Baihe laughed at himself. Even a young generation of Junyan like Buddha sword died silently in the back mountain of abandoned sword villa. Can only one of the top ten experts be able to get rid of this evil third childe Shen?

He was stunned in the wind for a long time, and then he went down the mountain along the original road with a sad face.

"Just now I saw the eldest childe when I ran the circle." Chu Huoluo panted and appeared in front of Shen Zhenyi. "He seemed a little unhappy."

"If you do something bad, you will never get over it." Shen Zhenyi said lazily.

The mountain behind abandoned sword villa is not a wilderness. It's strange that so many assassins will touch it. It's strange that there are no insiders. Shen Zhenyi is wise and insightful, but some people are still pretending to be stupid.

Of course, for Shen Zhenyi, these are just trivial mundane things. When people like mole ants kill him, he won't care at all, let alone get angry.

What he pursues is always supreme kendo.

Wherever you are.

"Childe, I've finished running... What's next? Can I have a rest?"

Chu Huoluo was curious about their brotherhood, but she was too tired to practice. She couldn't wait to go back to take a bath and sleep.