Chen Shao and Bai Yinshi fell asleep just after they were awake when Chenshi was already awake.

With the magic of Qi therapy, it is enough to restore physical fatigue, so his current sleep is just to restore his spirit to avoid excessive depression and causing his own mental breakdown and disorder, which affects his sword practice efficiency.

After washing up and having breakfast, he came to the yard, found a soft light, and began to read the book "Xuan Ji" that was plundered from Chen Wei.

No matter how good the sword technique recorded in the book is, it gave Chen Shaobai the first impression it gave.

The whole book is golden and dazzling, with two big words "Xuan Ji" written in Shangwen, flying dragons and phoenixes. It looks extremely luxurious and gorgeous, as heavy as iron, and the material must be very extraordinary.

When I opened a page casually, a rich fragrance of osmanthus came to my face, as if the pages of this book had been soaked in the osmanthus juice.

"If people change in a lot, I will break it with one sword. Xuan Ji will be done. I'll ask if there is an enemy in the Cangmang Xiong City?"

Xiongcheng is a city in Fengzhou, and its size and number of village leaders covering are no less than Muxi City.

Through this simple sentence, Chen Shaobai could see that the person who wrote this book was an arrogant but capable guy.

Although the person who wrote this book in his heart must have never heard of the saying "The Tao is one foot taller than the demon is one foot taller than the demon", Chen Shaobai had to admit that the first sentence of the article attracted his attention.

A person who dares to make such bold statements will not be much weaker even if his level is slightly weak.

Perhaps influenced by the author's arrogant writing style, Chen Shaobai only browsed it briefly, but just after noon, he finished reading the thick 81-page "Xuan Ji".

"Swordsman, swordsman. It turns out that the level division of swordsmen in Shang Dynasty is so straightforward..."

After closing the book, Chen Shaobai's eyes shone with a clear light, and he had a more intuitive understanding of the strength of swordsmanship.

A literary person is like a person, and a sword is like a person.

If the editor of "Qi Lei" practiced swordsman skills to the peak level of swordsman, and could only sigh, then the author of "Xuan Ji" was a super strong man who had successfully passed the swordsman evaluation and was confident to go further.

In this book, the author not only clearly listed the levels, but also recorded some characteristics and changes of this realm in detail. Although it is inevitable that he would be boasted, it was of great help to Chen Shaobai.

"Swordsmen can resist ten elite soldiers with long swords, and swordsmen can be called enemies of hundreds of people. If this kind of thing was in the previous life, I would not believe it at all, but now..."

In the blink of an eye, Chen Shaobai pulled out the bronze sword on his waist, his eyes closed slightly, and his upper body seemed to be moving. After a moment, his slightly pale forearm palms shook slightly, as if they had disappeared.

A blue-red light flashed, and a thunder exploded on the ground.

boom!

Before the tip of the sword could be touched, half an inch away, a piece of bluestone as big as a fist suddenly exploded into powder all over the sky and fell into the three-leaf lilac flower pond.

"The one who can control the sword's tip is half an inch of the gale wind is the swordsman."

The gravel of the sky did not practice some sword immortal method, but the turbulent wind brought out by the sword movements he accumulated through a series of sword techniques that were so fast that ordinary people could not detect in a very short period of time, and transmitted all his strength to the tip of the sword.

I have been consciously exercising since I was a child. Chen Shaobai's physical strength has reached a critical level. Now that the strength of his whole body gathers a little, a piece of bluestone can easily explode.

As the road to swordsmanship gradually faded away, the more Chen Shaobai understood, the more he became more and more insightful about what had happened in the past.

"It seems that my strength is barely enough to reach a swordsman, and I still need to accumulate sword power to barely emit half an inch of storm on the tip of the sword."

"I was in Wanji Tower yesterday. If Chen Wei didn't look down on me, it would be unknown who would win."

The sound of Chen Shaobai urging the gale of wind was alarmed. Miao Yuqin immediately put down the clothes being washed, jogged from the well, and asked with concern: "Brother Bai, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm just a little fascinated by practicing swords." Chen Shaobai smiled and shook his head, but saw his fiancée's little cold red hands. The sword was sheathed, and he held it in his hand with some heartache. "The weather has become cold, so let's put the miscellaneous items at home. In a while, I'll find a maid to do the housework."

Since the last time they had skin contact at Woniu Village Inn, the two have become even more intimate. However, because Chen Shaobai's heart pulse is ill, he has not taken any more intimate actions.

Chen Shaobai had already made up his mind to wait until he could practice "Xuan Ji" to solve the problem of Chen Chong's sinister and cunning guy, but after he got his heart out of trouble, he would hire a maid to let his fiancée get rid of the housework.

Feeling the temperature coming from his hands, Miao Yuqin felt a little warm in her heart, and a shy smile appeared on her face: "No, stay at home every day, and if she doesn't move, her body will become stiff."

"And if you invite a little maid over here, I will be jealous~"

"Ha..." Chen Shaobai understood that his fiancée was not a jealous woman, but said so just to save family expenses.

He opened his mouth and was brewing words in his mind, a sound full of energy came from the street and resounded throughout the courtyard.

"Ignorous child Chen Shaobai, if you have the courage, come out to compete with me for swordsmanship; if you don't have the courage, go to the government to record a defeat."

The swordsmanship duel must be recorded in the government within seven days, whether it is life, death, victory or defeat. I remember that when Chen Shaobai destroyed Zhao Zongjie, who came to find fault in the inn, he recorded a lot of money from the local guard in Woniu Village.

As for why no one from the government came to ask for registration yesterday, Chen Shaobai thought but failed. He thought that Chen Chong was using some conspiracy or because of his face, he did not want to ask the government to come forward, but he did not know that this was secretly taken care of by the owner of the Wanji Tower in Fengzhou.

"Xiaomiao, wait for my good news."

Chen Shaobai's smiling expression immediately became cold after pushing open the gate of the Siheyuan.

No one likes to be disturbed when flirting with his lover, and this kind of insulting way of disturbing him.

A middle-aged man in a bright white tight outfit was standing on the street of Blackstone. He was neither tall nor short nor fat nor thin, with raised muscles, but his lines looked quite smooth through his clothes, and he was obviously a figure trained in professional swordsmanship.

It is worth mentioning that this person's arms are extremely long and are almost about to fall to his knees, very much like a monkey, with a layer of fine white cocoons covering his palms.

Seeing his long arms, Chen Shaobai's pupils contracted slightly, and he did not look down on the other party because he did not wear the swordsman's medal on his waist. Instead, he secretly increased his vigilance.

"You are Chen Shaobai? If you don't say secret words, I will be entrusted by someone to show off your sword skills. Do you dare to respond?"

The man with ape-armed arm held the sword tightly on his waist, stared at Chen Shaobai with his eyes, slowly accumulating momentum, which could create a sense of oppression and emit a thunderous blow at all times.

He has been practicing sword for more than 20 years and has experienced more than ten battles of life and death with others. He has both victory and defeat. His experience is so sophisticated that he will never be afraid of any sneak attack.

"A man, you should not be afraid of every challenge on the road of life."

This sentence suddenly popped up in Chen Shaobai's mind, and a complicated smile appeared on his face.

"Are you scared? If you dare not respond, please follow me to the government to make a record." The man in the ape-armed man thought Chen Shaobai was shocked by the evil aura on his body, and a trace of contempt appeared in his eyes, but the sword in his hand was tighter.

"Where do you come from so much nonsense? If you want to fight, I will accompany you to the end!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Shaobai's palm pressed steadily on the hilt of the sword on his waist.

(I've been on the list of new books in the category, and I'll add two more chapters today. Also: Please vote, please collect it!)
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