Chapter 47： Long weapon

When I came to the Twin Gods Square, there was no Yang Jianwei and others practicing swords here, and the atmosphere was much happier. People who played were watching stone statues or reading the text on the inscription.

Jiang Chen's purpose is to keep three well-preserved sword marks.

Standing in front of the stone wall, Jiang Chen watched the sword marks at close range. It was an oblique cut from top to bottom. The cut surface was not affected by time, and was still smooth and neat.

There are also eight big words below: touch is forbidden, and the consequences are at your own risk.

On the contrary, it aroused people's curiosity. Some people picked up the branches and stretched out. When they approached the sword marks, the branches broke silently.

"So strong!"

Jiang Chen was taken aback. Someone in the nine-day continent reached this level of swordsmanship. Wushen Mountain really deserved these three words.

"It's too noisy."

Under the sword marks are all people, Jiang Chen can only bite the bullet and feel the sword in it.

It turns out that it really works. Many feelings are like countless flowers blooming in Jiang Chen's heart, but when he wants to go further, the noise makes him interrupt.

"Ugh."

Jiang Chen had to give up temporarily and walk to a place with few people.

Unconsciously, Jiang Chen found a strange place. There was a deep groove on the square, which extended to the mountain. There was also a mouth that was not more than half a finger wide.

"Is this one-size-fits-all?"

Jiang Chen stepped aside and saw what was going on. Someone cut it down, splitting the ground and the mountains.

He stood in front of the mountain, and the end of the crack was not dark, but he could see the scenery on the other side, indicating that the power of the sword penetrated the whole mountain.

Suddenly, Jiang Chen's complexion changed greatly, and he was rushed towards him by a mighty knife, as if he was running through his body.

He couldn't help raising his right hand, and he was eager to have a knife in his hand.

"Yeah! My right hand is not sensitive enough to swords, but it doesn't mean that other weapons aren't working. I'm stubborn!"

Jiang Chen is sure that he has a unique understanding of the knife path in his right hand.

He took another look at the sword marks over there, and said, "Wait until the night when no one is here, and come here to feel the sword."

Then he followed Hong Feiyu to leave Wushen Mountain.

That night, Black Dragon City, Ningfu.

The news of Jiang Chen's arrival in Kowloon City was known by the elder lady, and he knew that he would join Tiandaomen.

"Just the kid who came out of the 100,000 mountains, also wants to join the Heavenly Way Door?" Laozhu dismissed.

"It looks like there is something to do. Call Ning Ping." The lady groaned for a moment and said aloud.

Soon, seventeen-year-old Ning Ping came to the hospital and was led by the maid to the elder lady.

The old lady also practiced, but then the husband and her husband kept her realm in Juyuan Realm forever.

However, Ning Ping did not dare to pretend, and even dared not to breathe hard.

The elaborate means of the old lady are no stranger to everyone at Ning.

Not long ago, I took the veins of others, cut them first and then played them, hiding everyone from Ning. After the event, the elders in the government couldn't say anything.

After all, it was Ning's disciples who gained the veins, which is a good thing for Ning.

Many people praised Madam's approach for Ning's rapid development in the next ten years.

Ning Haotian, with his veins, is bound to become a peerless powerhouse, leading Ning to the top.

"Ning Ping, I heard that you are going to participate in the selection of disciples in Tiandaomen this year?" The old lady glanced at him, and arbitrarily changed her position and lay down.

Ning Ping nodded and said, "Yes, my nephew also wants to follow in the footsteps of Brother Haotian and become a disciple of Heaven."

"There is one thing you need to accomplish."

"Aunt please say."

"Kill a person. In the test place of Tiandaomen, kill a person named Jiang Chen. You have seen him at that time, and his name was Ning Chen."

"Oh oh oh."

Ning Ping first frowned and reacted violently. Surprise and confusion left him a little overwhelmed.

"Can that guy still be eligible to join Tiandaomen?" Ningping puzzled.

"His realm is already the peak of the early stage of Juyuan Realm. You can't be underestimated. Eliminating this threat is for the benefit of the entire Ning family. After that, I will reward you with a fourth-order spiritual sword.

"Thank you aunt, the nephew will do it all!"

Ning Ping stepped out of the room, thinking all of the fourth-order spirit sword, Jiang Chen didn't take it seriously, thinking that killing him was a breeze.

"Taking away the veins of others, and now we have to rid the grass of the roots, but it is so righteous to say that it seems that to be a major event, it must be tough."

Ning Ping muttered in his heart, striding away.

"Ma'am, why bother so much, just hire a killer? Or I can do it." After Ning Ping left, the old lady came out of the shadow again, her voice cold and ruthless.

"It's easy to leave traces. I don't want Tianfeng Taoists to make any excuses. On the contrary, if Jiang Chen dies in Tiandaomen recruiting disciples, it is Tiandaomen's business," said Madam.

"Ma'am, I think you still despise Jiang Chen too much. He wants to join Tiandaomen, and the threat to Ning's is already great."

The old lady sneered and said, "So what? My family Haotian has reached the level of Shenyou, and Jiang Chen will not be able to catch up in his lifetime."

On hearing that, the old lady shook her head gently.

Of course she knew the thoughts and considerations of Madam, but she was a little uneasy and thought that Jiang Chen should be killed at any cost.

Besides Jiang Chen, when he came to Hong Feiyu's house, he discovered that Hong's family was also a big family in Kowloon City.

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"It looks like I won't have much success in Kendo."

Hong Feiyu has been very frustrated since he returned. For him, it is a waste of a whole day at Wushen Mountain without any improvement.

"Have you tried other weapons?" Jiang Chen curiously said.

Martial arts talent is difficult to tell, Hong Feiyu's performance in swordplay is average, maybe try other aspects.

Hong Feiyu smiled bitterly: "Even if I don't want to, my family will arrange other things for me. In addition to swords, I have tried knives, axes, and crickets, but the results are the same."

Kowloon City is very popular in comparison, and the speed of practice in the realm is second. It is a real fanaticism for martial arts.

Jiang Chen heard these strange words and said, "Your weapons are short. You try a long weapon."

"Long weapon? Didn't you say that the short weapon is not good, let alone the long weapon?" Hong Feiyu looked at it puzzledly.

One inch long, one inch strong.

Everyone knows the reason that swords are rampant because long weapons are too difficult and there are few famous teachers.

For example, guns and sticks are very difficult to get started, and it takes a lot of effort to get a good reputation.

"A lot of wise apes will naturally use weapons such as sticks, and they are very powerful. They will not sword." Jiang Chen said.

"Brother, do you compare me with a monkey?" Hong Feiyu's face was depressed, and he didn't have much confidence.

"I just told you, you'd better give it a try, maybe you will have talent on the stick." Jiang Chen solemnly.

Hong Feiyu was persuaded by Jiang Chen and told his subordinates to get him a long eyebrow stick.

However, there was a woman with the baguette.

Seeing the woman, Hong Feiyu's face changed greatly, as if the mouse saw a cat.

"Sister." He called weakly.