"Hahaha, you are so brave." Zhu Fugui laughed so hard that the fat on his body trembled, his double chins kept trembling, and he led his followers towards the cafeteria.

After lunch, all the disciples practiced swordsmanship in the square. Ordinary outer disciples can only learn one swordsmanship, which is the Chaoyang Swordsmanship. Only those who have reached the seventh level of the acquired world can go to the Martial Arts Pavilion to choose more advanced swords.

Law.

Ordinary outer sect disciples usually practice the inner skill "Chaoyang Jue" in the morning, practice the Chaoyang Sword Technique by themselves in the afternoon, and go home in the evening.

Today, because of injuries, both the big fool and the two fools went home early. In addition to the big fool and the two fools, Zhu Fugui and his dozens of followers also received dozens of beatings in the execution hall and went home early.

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The setting sun goes to the west, leaving a little afterglow on the horizon.

In front of the cabin, Erluzi squatted in a horse stance, waving his palms forward constantly, repeating the same movement.

"You idiot, what are you doing there?" Little Fatty came out and asked doubtfully.

"I'm trying to see if I can create a burst of true energy." Er Lengzi replied.

"What? True Yuan Power?" Little Fatty's eyes widened, "Where did you get the True Yuan Power? Isn't True Yuan only available to innate warriors?"

The corner of Er Lengzi's mouth curved up into a slight smile, "I was originally an innate warrior, but my meridians were damaged during the escape, and my cultivation level deteriorated to the fifth level of acquired life. Now I am trying to open up those blocked meridians."

"Innate warrior? Escape?" Xiao Pangdun was stunned for a while, and then he suddenly woke up and said: "You idiot, have you recovered your memory?"

"Yes." Er Lunzi nodded and said: "To be precise, only part of the memory has been recovered, and the rest is still very vague. I only remember that I fled from a very far away place and was chased by a large number of men in black.

Hundreds of my bodyguards were sacrificed, and even my mother was missing. In that battle, my brain was hit hard by the enemy. Although I escaped by luck, I also lost my memory. I passed through many cities in a daze, and also lost my memory.

I don’t know how I ended up here at Mingyang Mountain.”

"By the way, my name is Dugu Xing." Dugu Xing said with a smile. It was very interesting to think of the situation every time when Little Fatty asked his name.

Dugu Xing is not worried about the little chubby Tang Dashan leaking his secrets. Firstly, he was rescued by Dashan in the first place. Secondly, after two years of getting along with each other, the two have a deep relationship, and Duguxing believes that Tang Dashan will not betray him. Thirdly,

The Jiancheng Continent is extremely vast and has a large population. There are many people named Duguxing.

"Dugu Xing?" Tang Dashan called out twice, sounding very unfamiliar, and said with a strange expression: "Forget it, I'll call you Er Lunzi, you call me Big Lunzi."

"Okay." Dugu Xing said, "Even if I completely recover my memory in the future, we will still be good brothers."

"Well, actually, you don't need to be too anxious, idiot. I believe your memory will slowly recover in the future. I didn't expect that being kicked by Zhu Fugui this time helped you recover part of your memory." Tang Dashan laughed, and then said solemnly

"By the way, are you sure you can deal with Zhu Fugui now? If it doesn't work, we'll call off the duel. Anyway, the life and death contract hasn't been signed yet."

"Not yet, but in three days I can beat him to death." Dugu Xing said lightly. Obviously, he didn't take Zhu Fugui seriously at all.

If Dugu Xing was a dull fool before, then after recovering some of his memories, Dugu Xing's body is full of mystery, his gestures are elegant and unrestrained, and he is full of ancient aristocratic temperament.

"By the way, you idiot, you have to keep the information about your life experience that I told you just now. I'm afraid that my enemies will come after me." Dugu Xing said solemnly.

"Well, you fool trusts me so much that I, Dashan, will keep your secret even if it costs you your life." Tang Dashan said firmly.

After looking at the sky, Tang Dashan said: "You fool, you practice your martial arts first, and I will carry the firewood to the city to sell it."

"No, you go to recuperate. I will sell the firewood." Dugu Xing said: "There is innate true energy left in my body, and the bruises are almost healed just now through deliberate operation."

Tang Dashan looked at Dugu Xing's restored handsome face, and then looked at his own bruised nose and swollen face, and he suddenly became extremely depressed.

"Hahaha!" Dugu Xing laughed loudly, carrying the firewood and heading into the city.

In the Sword City Continent, there are no countries, only cities, countless large and small, thousands of cities. Each large city is occupied by a powerful city lord. As for the small and remote cities, they are in the hands of many sects. Ming

There are three small cities under the control of Jian Zong, namely Jinyang City, Chaoyang City, and Sunset City.

What Dugu Xing went to this time was Jinyang City, which was relatively close to the foot of the mountain.

Jinyang City is a small city with a population of 100,000. People are coming and going on the streets. The shouts of stalls and people talking and laughing make it very lively. You can still see some heads on the streets from time to time.

A man in the world wearing a bamboo hat and holding a sword.

After Dugu Xing sold a pile of firewood to the restaurant, he went back directly and did not stay in the city for long.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and at exactly noon, the sun was shining brightly.

In the square, outer sect disciples in twos and threes waved their iron swords and practiced the Chaoyang Sword Technique.

Chaoyang Sword Technique is a very basic set of sword techniques, but if you can understand its essence, even the simplest sword technique can exert amazing power.

The Chaoyang Sword Technique is the most powerful under the sun. Duguxing practiced the Chaoyang Sword Technique by waving the iron sword in his hand repeatedly. The angle of the iron sword in his hand kept changing, always shining the sunlight forward.

The elder Chuan Gong from afar looked at it and nodded, extremely surprised in his heart, "This disciple used to be a complete mess in the Chaoyang Sword Technique. How come he has directly comprehended the essence of the Chaoyang Sword Technique in the past two days?"

Dugu Xing's talent is so powerful. He has already entered the Xiantian realm at the age of ten. It is naturally very easy to master Chaoyang Sword Technique.

"Idiot, let's go. Three days are up. It's time for a duel." Zhu Fugui walked over with a large number of followers in a square step.

"Are you so eager to die?" Dugu Xing calmly waved the iron sword in his hand.

Zhu Fugui was stunned for a moment, then became furious, "You poor thing who doesn't know whether to live or die, I will make your life worse than death later."

"Since you are in a hurry to die, then I will help you." Dugu Xing said indifferently, sheathed his sword and walked directly to the west ring.

"Boss Zhu, this fool seems to have changed a lot recently. His Chaoyang Swordsmanship seems to have reached a very high level. You have to be careful." A follower beside Zhu Fugui reminded him.

"Well, it's a bit strange, but he is at the fifth level of the day after tomorrow and is no match for me. And I also prepared Ruanjin Powder. This fool is dead." Zhu Fugui laughed sinisterly and led all the boys to the ring.

go.

"Wonderful duel, everyone is coming to see it!" The disciples beside him shouted to the surroundings at the top of their lungs.

The arena is located to the west of Mingjian Sect, with a length of one hundred feet and a width of one hundred feet. It is a fighting platform made of hard blue steel stones.

After Zhu Fugui's deliberate publicity, the arena was crowded with many outer disciples, as well as many elite outer disciples. There were even a few inner disciples who came to join in the fun. It may be that no one from the Ming Sword Sect has dueled for a long time.

Bar.

After signing the life and death contract, both of them came to the ring.

"Who are the two who are dueling on the stage?" some elite outer disciples in the crowd below asked.

"One is Zhu Fugui, the son of Jinyang City's rich Zhu Wanwan, who is at the peak of the sixth level of the acquired realm. The other is a poor boy, who is said to be at the fifth level of the acquired realm."

"The acquired sixth level peak, acquired fifth level realm, it shouldn't take long to fight. I'll take a look first and then go back to practice." There was noisy chatter all around the ring.

Zhu Fugui wore a gorgeous coat and held a gold-encrusted sword in his hand. He stood on the stage with a arrogant look and seemed to enjoy the feeling of being the center of attention.

"No matter how you dress up, you still look like a pig." Dugu Xing stood with his hands behind his hands, his eyes indifferent, and said calmly. Although his voice was soft, it was very clear. The disciples near the ring could hear it clearly and looked at Zhu Fugui's expression.

Many elite outer disciples couldn't help but laugh at his fat body.

Zhu Fugui's face turned livid, and with a cry of 'Clang!', he pulled out the gleaming sword in his hand and stabbed Dugu Xing directly, "You poor guy who doesn't know how to live or die, you should be content to die under my golden sword." The golden sword was urgent.

When stabbed, there were bursts of harsh whistling sounds.

Dugu Xing moved his feet, moved his body one foot to the right and dodged directly. His movements were extremely agile and unrestrained. Coupled with his stern face and elegant temperament, all the female disciples watching in the audience were beautiful.

"Who is that junior brother? He's so cool." A female disciple in the audience said with excitement.

"Junior sister Wang Fang, haven't you always liked rich people? Why are you not interested in Zhu Fugui but instead interested in that poor boy wearing coarse clothes?"

"Zhu Fugui is like a nouveau riche. He is so ugly. Who would fall in love with him? Look at the young junior brother's handsome appearance and natural movements. He has such an aristocratic temperament. A mere piece of coarse cloth cannot hide his excellence.

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Many female disciples looked at Dugu Xing on the stage in a daze, while the male disciples were filled with jealousy.

"The boy in rough clothes can dodge Zhu Fugui's full sword. He must be at the fifth level of acquired cultivation. This boy may be hiding his clumsiness."

"I asked myself that I was sure I could dodge that sword, but I couldn't dodge it as easily and naturally as he did."

"Huh!" Zhu Fugui struck straight at him with his sword again, and the sword wind burst out, obviously using all his strength.

Dugu Xing still didn't make a move. He moved his feet and dodged again.

"Clang!" With a sound, Zhu Fugui struck the stone pillar next to the ring with his sword, causing sparks to appear. The golden sword was not damaged at all. It seemed to be a fine sword.

Zhu Fugui roared again and again, not believing that he would not be able to hit Dugu Xing. He struck a few more times with all his strength and was panting from exhaustion. Beads of sweat kept appearing on his forehead.

"Poor fool, can you only dodge?" Zhu Fugui shouted loudly, looking at Dugu Xing with vicious eyes, but he did not dare to swing the sword with all his strength anymore. The few chops just now had consumed a lot of his internal energy.

"Oh, are you tired of chopping? Then let me do it." Dugu Xing's mouth curved slightly with a hint of sarcasm, and he slowly raised the iron sword in his hand. His whole body felt like a sharp sword that was about to be unsheathed.

Sharp and sharp.

Zhu Fugui's face was pale and his eyes were extremely solemn. Looking at Dugu Xing's stern face, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He didn't understand why Dugu Xing could do it again and again when he obviously only had the fifth level of acquired cultivation.

And the third one escaped his attack. It should be expected that the peak of the sixth level would be able to completely defeat the fifth level the day after tomorrow, but now the result is the opposite.

Dugu Xing slowly approached Zhu Fugui. When he got close, he suddenly raised his hand and slashed down with the iron sword in his hand.

"It turns out that with this little strength, you don't even have sword wind. I thought you were so powerful." Zhu Fugui laughed and blocked it with his sword.

Sword wind is the sound produced by sharp friction between a sword and the air when it is swung with great force and speed. Generally, outer disciples judge the power of a sword based on the size of the sword wind.

"There's no need to be so vigorous when dealing with waste." Dugu Xing curled up into a sneer. The iron sword in his hand suddenly turned and changed its angle. Suddenly, the dazzling sunlight from high in the sky shone down, reflecting from the iron sword and shining on

On Zhu Fugui’s small eyes.

The dazzling sunlight suddenly hit, and Zhu Fugui couldn't help but squint his eyes.

But at this moment, there was a 'puff' sound, and Dugu Xing's iron sword directly scratched his left ear, and a fat 'pig ear' fell to the ground, bloody.

"Ah!" Zhu Fugui howled like a slaughtered pig, covering his left ear with both hands, and streams of blood overflowed from his ears.

"It hurts, it hurts so much. Why is there so much blood? Please bandage my wound quickly. Come on, bandage my wound quickly." Zhu Fugui shouted anxiously.
To be continued...