New Martial Arts Courtyard.

Dong!

The five-foot seedling knife danced a round arc in the air, slashing on the wooden stake wrapped in cowhide, easily cutting the cooked cowhide made from nitrogen, and putting it into the wood several inches.

Chen Jiu was naked on his upper body, revealing his strong and well-proportioned muscles. His waist and spine suddenly twisted like a big dragon, and he pulled the knife back along with the force, causing splashes of wood chips.

His steps intertwined violently, and in the blink of an eye, he pulled the distance back. The narrow long sword stabbed like a charger's spear, and was nailed heavily into the wood!

Knife tremor.

Chen Jiu's eyes were as dark as ink.

...

"The Three Emperors' artillery hammer is as powerful as a cannon, simple and powerful, and is good at cutting straightforward. The 19 martial arts sects in Tianjin, and the Three Emperors' artillery are among the top hard-core kung fu."

"Hard-man, strong, straight... It's very similar to the Pigeon Gate. So, is it the Three Emperors hard or the Pigeon Gate?"

"Look at people."

"Oh, there is no height in fist, but there is no height in people."

"It's right. Although the styles are somewhat similar, they are two sects after all. The Three Emperors' Sect's qi is quite unique. If you absorb the essence of it, it will be of great benefit to you. Have a wine, take a knife, and try it according to your understanding."

"Quiet and strong...is it?"

"no."

"That's how it is?"

“Not it.”

"Master, be serious."

"It's not that I'm not serious, I can't understand this kind of thing by mouth. Let's do this. I'll go to Renzong to kick the restaurant tomorrow, so you can take a good look."

"Look, you can understand?"

"Can't understand half of it."

"What do you understand?"

"Test the knife myself."

...

"I understand."

Chen Jiu pulled back his weapon with force, took two big steps, and raised his knife again, but his momentum was no longer as strong as before, but instead seemed light and fluttering. The blade was accompanied by short and flexible steps around the wooden stake, stabbing, wiping, and picking, like clusters of snow-white plum blossoms.

Scream, Scream, Scream...

The knife light suddenly stopped.

Several narrow holes were cracked on the wooden stake, and the cowhide turned outward, as if it was scattered.

...

"Plum blossom mantis, with hardness and softness, and butterflies walking through flowers are completely different from the siege door."

"Master, you will fight Yushan Pavilion tomorrow."

"clever."

"hey-hey."

"What a foolish smile, take a knife, practice."

"It's totally different, I want to learn too?"

"It is because it is completely different that you are allowed to learn. You didn't ask you to study this sect thoroughly, think about it yourself, look at it tomorrow, and you can shoot it with real swords and guns in the future, and use the uniqueness of the plum blossom mantis to feed yourself."

"Master, did you practice martial arts like this... a hodgepodge?"

"No."

"Then I..."

"You have a good foundation and a healthy mind. You can master things that are covered with doors in the world. There are two types of top warriors in the world. One is to be diligent and work hard to practice a sect, polish it for decades, and finally achieve the spirit of a master; the other is to kill talents, use war to support war, understand the same thing, and may eventually become the founder of the founding sect.

I am not young, and at best I will stop at the former in this life, and you have a bright future and have great potential. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Master, you call me a killer."

"You understand what a fuck."

...

"Master, I really understand."

Chen Jiu whispered softly, stood silently with a knife for a few seconds, and his eyes returned to sharpness.

This time, Chen Jiu did not retreat, but instead pinched the spine at the front of the Miao knife with his right palm, held the long knife in a stick, and pressed the body tightly against the wooden stake, the handle of the knife, and the knife head turned and hit it.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The shaking beads of sweat had not yet fallen to the ground, but were beaten to pieces by the knife light.

Hollows and cracks floated on the cowhide wooden stakes, shaking constantly, like small trees in a storm.

...

"The Jiang family's short-term battle is a square game. There is only one trick to draw a knife like wearing a Miao knife, but the Jiang family's short-term battle is almost all close-fitting..."

"I understand, I learn."

"you……"

"I understand, I practice."

"That……"

"I understand. Think about it carefully today, take a look tomorrow, and find the Jiang family's short-term masters in the future and use them as whetstones."

"I mean, seeing that you have been practicing hard recently, I plan to take you to the theater in the afternoon. Since you are devoted to learning, forget it."

“??!”

...

After more than thirty strokes, Chen Jiu finally took back his weapons and let out a long breath of heat, sweating all over his body.

After some exercise, Chen Jiu finally integrated what he learned from various stages these days. Although it was just a rough prototype and could not be said to be a grand atmosphere, it still had a significant gain compared to the scale claws that he used occasionally before.

but……

“It’s not enough.”

Facing Huo Dianyu, these are not enough. Fortunately, there are still four martial arts halls to fight.

"Brother Jiu, are you practicing?"

A pretty boy entered the courtyard, which was Cao Liu.

"Just finished practicing."

Chen Jiu put down the knife and scooped out a scoop of water from the water tank in the corner, washing away the sweat stains on his body.

The martial arts hall was not open and no one was taking care of it on weekdays, so Chen Jiu thought of this kid.

When he first said that, Cao Liu was holding his bottles and jars, and refused to let go. It was not until Chen Jiu pulled his neck here with his neck, and his eyes emitted light.

"Hey, hey, be gentle, don't knock it."

Chen Jiu turned around and saw Cao Liu instructing two friends to carry an object covered with red cloth into the courtyard.

“What is it?”

"plaque."

"I've just started the museum and I've just created a plaque. Besides, I haven't even mentioned the name of the martial arts museum."

"I can guess."

Cao Liuyi pulled the red cloth, revealing four large gilded regular characters:

Fengtu Martial Arts Hall.

Chen Jiu was stunned for a moment, silent for a moment, and said softly:

"I'm interested."

That's right, the name he was thinking of was Fengtu Museum.

"Brother Jiu, you can practice martial arts with confidence, fight with confidence, let go of your hands and feet to avenge Uncle Zuo, and I will deal with the remaining trivial matters." Cao Liu patted his thin breasts.

"That, two..."

At this time, a voice that was not very harmonious appeared, but it was one of the guys holding the plaque.

He looked at Chen Jiu with strong muscles, glanced at the long knife placed in the yard, and hesitated.

"The plaque has been delivered, the final payment is... ten yuan, should it be..."
To be continued...