Chapter 12 Fighting

When everyone present laughed when I heard this sentence, Stilwell exaggeratedly: "Did you hear it? Isn't it just two levels away?"

The kind-hearted guard saw that I was obviously a stick, and came up to persuade me, "You two young masters, it's better to say good things, why do you have to do it?"

Stilwell stared at me and said, "Don't worry, I'll beat him up today!" He pointed at me and said, "Are you ready?"

I clenched my chin and said, "You can wait."

Stilwell sneered, "You don't know you're scared now, right? It's too late!"

"I'm afraid - I'm afraid to beat you to death!" This is the truth. Su Jing told me that I didn't forget. I'm not sure about it now. Duan Tianya is at the middle stage of the swordsman, and he still has the ability to hide behind a tree when he can't beat me. Stilwell is a swordsman, and I fight with him like a strong man fighting a baby. I can't say that he will kill him in no time - I think it's necessary for me to touch the situation again.

I looked at Stilwell and said, "Then do you dare to tell me which section of swordsman you are?"

Stilwell said unexpectedly: "Ha, I know that the swordsman is divided into segments, so I tell you, I am now the swordsman blue segment."

I nodded and said, "I'm almost poisoned."

Stilwell said impatiently: "Do you fight?"

I said, "You wait a little longer."

Stilwell said funnyly: "If you are afraid, just say it clearly. If you pay me a good compensation, I will let you go."

Knowing Stilwell's level and rank, I had some basic knowledge. When I was talking to him, I had already started to use fishing to gather sword energy. I felt that the dantian was slowly enriched. But the problem was that as the sword energy increased, I didn't know what level I had reached at this moment. If it was too strong, Stilwell would be in danger of being beaten. I turned my eyes and said to Stilwell: "I have to do something first now, wait for me for a while."

Stilwell collapsed and said, "Are you going to run?"

I turned around while walking outside the *** field, "I just ran away, please wait for me!"

Seeing that I was out of the *** field, Stilwell asked the guards in surprise: "Do you think I'm waiting or not?"

The guards laughed and said, "If we were the fifth young master, we would naturally not come back."

Stilwell jumped behind me and said, "If you dare to run away, I will hit you once in the future!"

I ignored him and turned the wall of the *** field. Seeing a thin servant watering the flowers outside the wall, I reached out and pointed: "Little Beanzi, come here."

Because the servant was short and nicknamed Xiao Douzi, he was a little dull and a little silly. When he saw me calling him, he looked up and said, "What did the fifth master tell me?"

"I'll let you see the young master's face."

Xiao Douzi stared at my face for a long time and said, "Does the fifth young master have a face sore? Grandma Wang from our kitchen has a kind of plaster, just apply it. Do you want me to ask for a few pairs for you?"

I said angrily: "No! I asked you to look at the young master's face and tell me any changes."

"Oh." Xiao Douzi responded blankly, and suddenly said happily again: "The Fifth Young Master can still use magic tricks."

I gathered my anger for a while, then turned it on my hand and asked him, "Is there any change?"

Xiaodouzi said blankly: "No."

"Well, that's the swordsman hasn't arrived yet." I continued to mobilize the sword energy into my dantian according to the fishing method and asked him, "What about now?"

"No……"

I felt quite impatient and continued for a while. Xiao Douzi suddenly shouted, "It has changed, the young master's face has turned red."

I felt happy. It seemed that I had reached the first stage of the swordsman. My body strengthened and the little bean jumped up: "It changed and changed again and again, your face turned yellow."

I calculated that Stilwell was the blue section of the swordsman, which is the penultimate section of the red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. I had to add three sections up. As the sword energy gathered, Xiao Douzi clapped his hands and said, "Young Master, your face is green and blue, it's really interesting."

I said, "Let me tell me if it turns purple."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Douzi said, "It's purple, and the young master's face is purple."

I stopped running and started to hold my hands and said, "That's all."

Xiaodouzi said concernedly: "Young Master, aren't you sick? Last time, Xiaodouzi's stomach was damaged, and her face was blue and purple like you."

I laughed and said, "Young Master, I'm popular."

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I walked back with confidence, and suddenly hesitated when I arrived at the door. My public identity was the sword boy. It took only two or three days to defeat Stilwell with the swordsman's sword energy. Isn't it a bit too shocking to defeat Stilwell with the swordsman's sword energy? Although I had already prepared Hu Lai for this time before coming, I think it would be better to be reasonable and concise. Su Jing is a sword god. It took three months to go from the swordsman to the swordsman. I spent three days to go from the swordsman to the last section of the swordsman, and they must not be sent to the Institute of Irregular Humanities?

Thinking of this, I dissipated more than half of the sword energy in my dantian and turned around and asked Xiaodouzi: "Is my face still purple?"

Xiaodouzi glanced at him and said with a smile: "Young Master, aren't you angry anymore? Your face is neither red nor white."

When I heard this, I was so amazed and amazed. Didn’t this turn back to Jiansheng or even Jiantong?

Stilwell shouted over there: "Stilia, come back quickly!"

It was too late to get angry again, so I made up my mind and walked quickly to the *** field. Stilwell thought I had escaped, but it was a bit surprised to see that I didn't run away, and laughed and said, "I really didn't expect you to come back."

I smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to have not run away yet."

Stilwell's face sank, "Stop talking nonsense, fighting is not a quarrel."

I spread my hands and said, "Then come on."

Stilwell said: "Are you ready to get beaten?"

I said, "No, but I'm ready to beat you up."

"Looking for death!" Stilwell could no longer hold it back and grabbed my neck with his hands. How dare I let him catch it? He is the swordsman Lan Duan. Maybe I am still a sword boy. To put it bluntly, his strength is not as big as others and his speed is not as fast as others. Just like a primary school student fighting with a junior high school student, he must suffer a loss once he gets entangled.

But when it comes to fighting, I am not completely useless. In the environment I grew up with, countless "seniors" have taught me my tricks. Besides, although I don't provoke people, I'm not a good guy. I have fought dozens of times. Seeing him reaching out to grab me, I immediately opened my palm and broke it at his thumb. Under normal circumstances, just hold the other person's finger and twist it, and then basically end a battle.

But what kind of person is Stilwell? Although he is of low level, he has been in the army for a long time. The Shi family is also a military family. There are naturally countless fighting masters who are exposed to and from. I don’t even believe this kind of gangster fighting moves that can control him.

Sure enough, when Stilwell saw me doing this, he sneered and his arms shrank, but his momentum was not diminished. He had already clenched his fists and stabbed straight up at my lower abdomen. At this time, his body was slightly lowered, and his shoulders seemed particularly eye-catching for some reason. I naturally put my hands on his shoulder and pressed them. In this way, Stilwell leaned forward and punched him. I raised my elbow and smashed him on the back. I was about to succeed. Stilwell tilted his toes and jumped to the side and said in surprise: "Oh, that's not bad." As he spoke, his body kicked me in the air. I saw that the foot was more than a foot away from me, but I felt a sharp sword energy that forced me to breathe. In Su Jing's mouth, the swordsman seemed to have no qualifications to be discussed by her, but even such a mere swordsman could not bear to look down on me.

I subconsciously wanted to flash back, but my eyes flashed, and I unconsciously found that Stilwell's right foot was in front of me, and my left foot was hooked. I instantly realized that he had a back move. If I retreated, it would only hit him. I was so stupid that I would advance instead of retreating, and just flashed past his right foot, and the whole person was blocked in the lower left of his body. At this moment, Stilwell's left foot had not had time to kick out, just like a bullet that had not been loaded, I reached out with both hands and grabbed his left ankle, swung it up and fell to the ground. Stilwell suddenly lost control and fell to the ground. However, his arms spread out and floated up lightly like a piece of paper.

Stilwell fell to the ground, his expression changed slightly, and he said angrily: "What kind of hooligan playing style are you?"

I smiled and said, "Don't worry about being a hooligan, just be able to beat you up!"

Stilwell was furious and rushed towards me.

It's strange to say that my sword energy is not as strong as his, and my speed is not superior. However, whenever the opponent's move is used, many corresponding methods will be inexplicably generated in my mind, and all of them are full of genius and quirky. These thoughts pop out one by one like grasshoppers during locust plague, making me dazzled and enjoyed it. It's like a math master seeing a calculation problem, and there are always unique ways to find the final answer in the calculation process, and the process itself is also a pleasure. What makes me laugh and cry is that although these methods are wonderful, they always have some meanings that are not enormous enough, just like a little gangster who has been promoted to a martial arts master and still has three points of evil spirit and three points of rogue.

At this time, Stilwell slapped my palms at my chest. Under normal circumstances, ordinary people would block or flash, but when they looked at the palm in front, they wanted to use their fists to hit the middle finger in the middle of his palm.

Stilwell was carrying a strong sword energy on his palm, but when I made this strange move, it was exactly the weakest part of the outer edge of his palm. He had to withdraw his palm and said angrily: "My dear Shi family, who taught you these evil ways?"

When he shouted, I suddenly realized: I had never learned these moves before, because the skills of the Sword God were at work! Last time I went back, not only did I regain 70% of the sword energy, but I also found the body transformation and skills of the Sword God from Liu Rili and Zhao Dan. At this moment, the sword energy was weak, and the skills naturally made up for the shortcomings. However, I had no serious experience in fighting against people, so the skills were all built on the basis of fighting with people when I was a child, so it didn't look like that.

But the sword magic skill is the sword magic skill after all. Even if there are only a few vulgar moves, it can often be unique and transformed into magic. In fighting, strength is important, but the skills are more important. Otherwise, there is no need to compare the boxing Sanda competition, and you can directly determine the outcome of the arm wrestling. Stilwell's sword energy is stronger than me, but the moves are not good. The more I fight, the more I get, the more I get, the more annoying it is. His simple and powerful offensives are all melted silently by me.

. Later, I had already understood his way of doing things. Stilwell looked at him with all kinds of tricks. None of them were the same when he had to fight. If he had to change, he might even praise his knowledge. But when he looked at him, there was nothing mysterious at all. Taking advantage of the next omission of his punch, I pulled him on his sleeve. Stilwell staggered. I took advantage of the moment when he lost his balance and slapped him hard in the face!

"Ba" The sound was melodious and crisp, and Stilwell looked at me as if he was stunned, completely forgot to move. The guards watching around were all stunned. They thought that the reason why I could last for so long was that Stilwell was teasing and wanted to play the game of cat and mouse. Some people were smiling and waiting to watch the jokes. At this moment, everyone smiled stiffly on their faces, looking at Stilwell at a loss.

"I'll kill you!" Stilwell screamed, and the price of life rushed up, but this made him even more confused. I flashed aside and kicked him in the butt. Stilwell didn't say a word, turned around with blood red eyes and pounced on him again...

At this time, the guards finally saw something was wrong and said, "Two young masters, stop at this time." Someone also said, "Go and call the master and the eldest master!"

Stilwell's face, which was originally a little blue, turned dark purple because of his congestion. He gritted his teeth and splashed like raindrops. But now he is actually completely out of order. I dodged leisurely and smiled, "Congratulations to the second brother, you will be promoted to the swordsman for the last part in just a while."

After saying this, I suddenly felt that the Dantian moved and the sword energy in my body surged in like a flood - after such a long time of movement, they actually flowed through the Dantian!

My face changed drastically, and I changed my smile and said, "Stilwell, stop fighting!" I didn't take much time to become the sword god who splits the mountain again. Stilwell's entanglement like this will undoubtedly seek death!

Stilwell didn't talk to me at all now, and his hair was scattered and his claws swooped. My misstep had already floated away from afar. Stilwell looked up at me in shock and said in dismay: "Are you Jiansheng?"

I was stunned and then realized that although the sword energy flowed into my dantian in just a blink of an eye, my level had been shown to be born from the sword boy to the sword.

After saying this, Stilwell subconsciously rushed over again. The second son of the Shi family, the dignified major general who was enviable in front of others, was slapped by a well-known waste. If he couldn't find his face today, he would be unable to make it in the future.

Looking at this ignorant guy, I grabbed his arms and slapped him to the ground. Stilwell got up without saying a word and rushed forward. I was anxious and angry, and swung out with a sudden palm and said sternly: "So still beat me?"

With a "boom", the high wall six or seven feet away from us was smashed by my palm, and the slag was shattered vertically. Outside the courtyard wall, Xiaodouzi was lifting a watering can to water the flowers. He heard a sound in front of him, and looked up in shock...

Stilwell finally stopped half a step away from me! He probably saw some unusual content on the faces of the people watching behind me, and then heard unusual sounds. He stood there, slowly turned back with everyone's eyes, and then his body froze there.

The blue brick wall, which was more than 50 cm thick, was shot with my palms six or seven meters away from each other. The blue bricks had turned into powder, and the blue-gray powder slowly drifted with the wind. Xiao Douzi looked at it stupidly for a long time, probably in the end he couldn't figure out what was going on, so he simply didn't want to and continued to lift the pot and water the flowers.

Stilwell was in a daze for a long time before he turned his neck stiffly and his neck turned one by one like a puppet. His face slightly turned, and his eyes fell on my palm - my palm was only two inches away from his ear.

There were about two or three hundred people on the entire *** field, but they could listen to the needle. No one spoke or moved. They focused their eyes on my palm like Stilwell, and they were dazed together. The *** field instantly turned into a clay hall...

At this time, someone shouted at the entrance of the *** venue: "The second master and the eldest master are here!"

With the shouts, Shi Fei and Shi Diyang walked over quickly. Unlike before, none of the guards saluted them and stood in a daze. Shi Fei did not notice this in a hurry. He walked with annoyed expression: "*** Lao Wu, what are you doing?"

Stilian rushed to Stilvie and separated us, checked whether I was injured, and then turned his head and scolded, "Second brother, you don't look like... Huh?" He found that Stilvie's face was red and couldn't help but say, "What are you doing?"

I held my palm and stood aside, and said as if nothing had happened: "My second brother and I are competing with our martial arts."

Shi Fei had already learned some of the situation from the mouths of the people next to him and said angrily: "What is the martial arts competition? It's obviously a fight!"

A guard who could barely come back to his senses pointed to the big hole on the wall and stuttered, "Second Master, look at that..." Shi Fei turned around and glanced at it, and said unhappily, "Who asked you to demolish it? Don't you know that this place cannot be seen by outsiders?"

The guard said in a crying voice: "It was not our dismantling, it was... the fifth young master slapped him with his hands!"

"What did you say?" Shi Fei didn't react for a moment and said with his eyes wide open, "Have you drunk?"

The guard pointed at Stilwell and said, "You ask the second young master."

Stilian grabbed Stilvie's shoulder and shook it, "Why are you talking?"
To be continued...