Luo Chong didn't take Ximen Chuxue to heart, after all, they have known each other for eight or nine years, so they are aware of their roots.

However, when the heavy shadows of the stick were shrouded at him, somehow, he felt a chill in his heart, and then a tingling sensation appeared on his skin. It felt as if Ximen Chuxue was not a wooden stick but a sharp sword in his hand.

"wrong!"

Luo Chong felt something was wrong. When he wanted to dodge, he found that he had nowhere to hide. The stick shadow blocked all his retreat and could not avoid it.

Oh no, I was deceived by this kid. How could a sick person use such a move?

When Luo Chong thought of this, he suddenly regretted that he had been entrusted and quickly reached out to protect the vitals. He thought to himself that anyway, the other party was just a stick in his hand. As long as he survived this, he could fight back.

"Click!"

When the stick lit it on his arm, a powerful force suddenly exploded, and the stick exploded like a ignited firecracker.

Luo Chong's entire arm numb, followed by a heart-wrenching sting. At the same time, a huge force knocked him away, and a "boom" crashed into the private room behind him.

Bai Zhan, who had just walked out of the private room, was shocked when he saw this scene. If it weren't for the pain from his arms, he would have doubted whether he was dreaming. Is this still the second Simen he knew?

He defeated Luo Cuzi in just one move. When he thought of this, he felt a deep sense of loss arose in his heart.

"Play!"

Suddenly, a few applause sounded, and a young man in white clothes slowly walked out of the private room where Luo Chong was. The man had a sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his spirit was as beautiful as jade. He was born with a good skin, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and a ray of light shining out between his eyes.

"I didn't expect that in this small county town, you can see such exquisite swordsmanship. Who is your master?"

"What does this have to do with you?"

Ximen Chuxue frowned slightly. The young man in front of him gave him a very bad feeling, as if he was secretly coveted by a poisonous snake. This was a master.

"Young Master Song, this kid is from the Ximen family in the city. I have never heard of any master. However, my father once told me that Ximen Guan is good at a swordsmanship, and this kid's swordsmanship should be passed down by his father."

In the private room, Luo Chong walked out with a broken arm, looked dark and said respectfully to the young man.

"Oh, it turns out it's family-born swordsmanship."

The young man's eyes lit up, "This young master likes to collect various sword techniques the most. I see that the sword technique you used just now is very good. It should be at the level of entry. Let's take a look. If you lose, you will hand over the sword technique."

The tone was filled with commands and a toughness that could not be refused.

"Sorry, Mr. Song, we are not comparing."

Before Ximen Chuxue could speak, Bai Zhan spoke first, his expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

The White Whale Gang occupied the dock in Jingyang County and started his business by relying on the canal transportation. He was well-informed. As soon as the young man appeared, he already recognized that this person was Song He, a son of the Song family of Yongning Prefecture.

Song He is the third son of the head of the Song family. He is cruel and ruthless. He calls himself a little swordsman. He likes swordsmanship and prefers collecting swordsmanship. Once he is targeted, he will not be able to get rid of it so easily. He has picked all the sword halls in the palace city. Many swordsmen who compete with him have broken their tendons and can no longer hold the sword for the rest of their lives.

The most important thing is that according to rumors, Song He's strength has reached the fourth level of the physical realm. Ximen Chuxue has no chance to win when facing him.

"No?"

Song He raised his lips slightly, looked at Bai Zhan with contempt, and said coldly: "What are you? Is it your turn to make the decision here? Get out of here!"

"you--"

Bai Zhan's face suddenly turned red. As the young leader of the White Whale Gang, his father was a master of the True Qi Realm. He had never suffered such humiliation in Jingyang County.

At this moment, Bai Zhan suddenly wanted to gain powerful power. If he was a cultivator in the innate realm, no matter what Song He and Song Jiang were, if he provoked him, he would just destroy him.

Ximen Chuxue's eyes turned, reached out and pressed Bai Zhan's shoulder, and said lightly: "Okay, let's compare! But this place is too narrow and cannot be used, let's go to the roof!"

"Okay, I'll go up and wait for you first!" Song He reached out to take a white-shewn sword from the entourage beside him, jumped for life, and directly knocked a hole in the roof and rushed forward.

"Second, you are too impulsive, how can you agree to compete with him in swords? Song He's strength has reached the peak of the fourth level of the physical realm, and his swordsmanship is also very strong. If you have no chance of winning, it's better to give him swordsmanship."

Bai Zhan looked at Ximen Chuxue with a worried face and persuaded him.

"Sword skills are very strong! Hehe, I'm afraid his sword skills are too weak."

Ximen Chuxue lowered her head and muttered, raised her head, her eyes as lightning, and said, "Don't worry, Bai Laosan is just the fourth level of the physical realm, I am the future sword god."

He said, and shouted to a singer who was performing a sword dance on the platform in the hall below: "That girl, please lend me the long sword in your hand, thank you."

The singer's beautiful eyes flashed and she spit out a word crisply, "Okay!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword light shot from below, and a "swoosh" sound penetrated into a pillar next to Ximen Chuxue's ear.

Looking at the long sword that penetrated the pillar in front of him and the sword body trembled slightly, Ximen Chuxue's heart thrilled. The table below was at least ten meters away. The singer could not only shoot the sword up, but also penetrate the thick wooden pillar. It was obviously not an ordinary singer. When he looked down, the singer's figure was gone.

Ximen Chuxue reached out to hold the hilt of the sword and pulled out the sword. The sword was three feet and five inches long and the sword body was shiny, but it was just an ordinary sword that was incomparable to his Qingfeng Sword.

The incident of Song He and Ximen Chuxue competing swords quickly attracted the attention of the guests in the brothel. When Ximen Chuxue came to the roof, a large group of people watching the fun were surrounded outside Fengqi Building.

In the night sky, a bright moon hangs high, sprinkling infinite light.

Ximen Chuxue looked at Song He, who was also dressed in white opposite, looked up at the full moon in the sky, and couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "On the night of the bright moon, the top of the brothel, the artistic conception is good, but unfortunately the opponent is not named Ye."

He did not dare to be careless about this battle, and immediately called out the external panel and clicked it directly after "The Great Power Bull Demon Fist". He spent 40 experience points to raise this foundation-building skill to the second level. At the same time, his feelings about this set of boxing continued to emerge. Ximen Chuxue felt that his blood and energy were constantly melting into his body, and the muscles around him trembled slightly, and a stream of force continued to flow out from his body.

The first level of physical body realm is to practice skin, focus on defense, and the second level of muscle training is to focus on explosion.
Chapter completed!