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There was a martial arts field in the family. It was more than two hundred meters in length and width. It was quite big.
On weekdays, all the disciples of the family would come to the martial arts field to practice. Firstly, the atmosphere was good. Secondly, the elders of the family would teach them. At first, Chen Zong often came, but he was often ridiculed and even bullied, which seriously affected his practice. Also, he was injured by Chen Zhongjie several times, which wasted a lot of time. So he just stopped coming and practiced by himself.
The weapon room was in the corner of the martial arts field. On the field, more than ten disciples of the family were practicing.
"Look, isn't that Chen Zong?" A sharp-eyed disciple saw Chen Zong and immediately exclaimed.
"Yes, that's him. Didn't he practice by himself? Why is he here again?"
"Maybe he didn't make any progress in his practice, so he wants to come to the martial arts field again."
"Does he think that Chen Zhongjie has forgotten about him?"
"What a pity. I heard that his Energy Pill was given to Chen Zhigang yesterday."
"I think it's right. Brother Zhigang is the number one Martial Disciple in the family. Not to mention Brother Zhigang, even compared to us, Chen Zong is a loser. It's a waste to give him the Energy Pill."
Ignoring the gazes and discussions of the disciples of the family, Chen Zong walked through the martial arts field and into the weapon room.
The weapon room was about ten meters in length and width. There were wooden shelves on the four walls. There were many weapons on the shelves. There were six kinds of weapons: knives, spears, swords, sticks, bows, arrows, and daggers.
An old man was in charge of the weapon room. Maybe he was old and tired easily, so he was taking a nap. Chen Zong didn't disturb him. He walked directly to the shelf where the swords were placed.
There were more than ten swords on the shelf. The longest was more than one meter, and the shortest was less than half a meter. Chen Zong eliminated the longest and shortest swords, and the remaining five swords were suitable for him.
Chen Zong picked up the swords one by one, waved them casually, and felt them carefully.
People were different, and so were swords. The length, thickness, weight, and weight were the best for him.
In the end, Chen Zong held a sword in each hand and compared them carefully. It seemed that the two swords were of the same length and thickness, but there was a slight difference in weight. After a few minutes of comparison, Chen Zong put down the sword in his left hand and chose the sword in his right hand.
The entire sword was made of wood, and its entire body was black. It was engraved with threads that could prevent slipping. The entire sword was very ordinary, and was not worth a few Jade money. Thinking about it, the Chen family of Small Lake Town was just a branch family, and they were limited in all aspects. The weapons that they received for free were naturally not much better.
Chen Zong didn't mind. On the contrary, he was a little excited. This was his first time holding a sword. He didn't know why, but there was a familiar feeling, as if he had held a sword for years. Holding the sword with his right hand, Chen Zong's left hand gently brushed the blade. The cold touch made Chen Zong shiver unconsciously.
The sword body was 62 cm long, the sword hilt was 20 cm long, the sword body connected to the sword case was 3.5 cm wide and 1 cm thick, the sword tip was 2.5 cm wide and 0.6 cm thick, and the net weight of the sword was 2.5 cm wide and 0.6 cm thick.
He couldn't bear to part with it. He then sheathed the sword and woke up the old man who was dozing off. After registering, he strode out of the weapon room with the sword in his left hand and saw more than a dozen family Disciples staring at him.
"He's out."
"He's still holding an iron sword in his hand."
"If you can't practice the Tiger Power Fist Technique, are you going to practice the sword technique? But our family doesn't have a sword technique. "
"You're thinking too much. Even if the family has a Foundation Building sword technique, the difficulty of cultivation is above the fist technique. If you can't even practice the fist technique, what sword technique do you want to practice? I think he's planning to sell the iron sword for money. At least he can sell it for ten or twenty Jade money." A person said self-righteously. This kind of thing had happened before.
"Hey, Chen Zong, remember to give me half of the money from selling the sword." Another person shouted at Chen Zong, and then clenched his fist and threatened: "Otherwise, you know the consequences."
Chen Zong frowned. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar black figure from the corner of his eye. He was striding into the training field.
"Chen Zhongjie …" He gritted his teeth and roared like a tiger. Anger burned from the bottom of his heart.
Since his father lost his cultivation, Chen Zong had been bullied since he started practicing martial arts. Most of the bullying came from Chen Zhongjie, because he was Chen Zhigang's lackey, and Chen Zhigang's father and Chen Zhengtang had a conflict.
"Chen Zong!" Chen Zhongjie also saw Chen Zong. His face was full of surprise, and then he sneered: "Little trash, long time no see. Did you forget what I said?"
Half a year ago, Chen Zhigang said that Chen Zong was affecting his cultivation in the training field. His lackey Chen Zhongjie immediately blocked Chen Zong and threatened him not to come to the training field again. Otherwise, he would beat him up every time he saw him. Chen Zong naturally did not give in. He was immediately injured by Chen Zhongjie and recuperated for five or six days. He was unable to cultivate and added a lot of burden to his father.
Chen Zhigang's father was the current number one martial artist in the family. He was arrogant and domineering, and even the patriarch did not put him in his eyes. However, he was the strongest and had won over a group of people. Chen Zhengtang, who had no cultivation, was helpless.
In order not to add more burden to his father, and to be able to cultivate, Chen Zong did not come to the training field again. Now that he heard Chen Zhongjie's words, his anger was burning like a volcano that was about to erupt.
"Yo, you're holding a sword. What are you doing? You know you're a trash. Are you planning to chop trees with your useless father?" Chen Zhongjie's eyes fell on Chen Zong's left hand, and he sneered.
"Chen Zhongjie, take back your words and apologize to me." The words' trash 'and' useless' awakened Chen Zong's many bad memories. His face darkened, and he said word by word.
"Father is trash, son is trash, am I wrong?" Chen Zhongjie laughed contemptuously.
"You're courting death!" Chen Zong's eyes seemed to be burning with anger. He roared and rushed towards Chen Zhongjie like a fierce tiger.
Chen Zhongjie's hair stood on end. At that moment, he felt as if a fierce tiger was roaring in front of him. He shook his head to get rid of this absurd feeling. Chen Zhongjie's eyes were fierce, and his face was full of ferocity. He stepped forward like a wolf that had locked onto its prey. His body leaned forward, and his left hand was bent in front of him. His thumb was pointing at his chin, and his right hand was clenched into a fist on his waist. The joints of his middle finger and index finger were especially prominent, like sharp teeth.
"It seems that Chen Zhongjie's Wolf Fang Fist Art has improved again."
"Chen Zong is doomed. I don't know how many days he will have to lie in bed this time."
While everyone was gloating, Chen Zhongjie and Chen Zong were approaching.
"Wolf Dash!" With a low roar, Chen Zhongjie's speed seemed to have increased. When he was close to Chen Zong, his right hand seemed to pierce through the air, and fiercely hit Chen Zong's stomach. It was like the fangs of a fierce wolf, showing no mercy.
Chen Zong focused his eyes and saw Chen Zhongjie clearly. Chen Zhongjie's face was ferocious, his eyes were cold, and his pupils were shining fiercely. His raised left hand swayed gently, and his right fist pierced through the air like the fangs of a fierce wolf. The trajectory was clear.
"Tiger Dash!"
Chen Zong clenched his right fist, and with a low roar, he performed the Tiger Strength Fist Art, which was at the peak of Dacheng.
The Wolf Fang Fist Art and the Tiger Strength Fist Art were of the same level. The Wolf Fang Fist Art focused on speed and waiting for an opportunity to strike, while the Tiger Strength Fist Art focused on strength and crushing the opponent head-on.
The two fists collided, and the sound of bones breaking was heard. The ferocious smile on Chen Zhongjie's face turned into panic. Chen Zong's fist was like a hot knife through butter. After breaking Chen Zhongjie's Wolf Dash, it went straight into Chen Zhongjie's stomach.
With a bang, like the beating of a drum, Chen Zhongjie's martial clothes rippled. His stomach caved in under the fist, and the terrible power seemed to have shattered his internal organs. His back arched, and his face was full of panic. His eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs were protruding. His mouth was wide open, and saliva was dripping down.
Withdrawing his fist, Chen Zhongjie directly knelt on the ground. His hands held his stomach, and his whole body was trembling because of the severe pain. He spat out a mouthful of blood, which was shockingly red.
That punch was very heavy, and it was Chen Zong's venting of anger. Chen Zhongjie had already suffered internal injuries, and it would be impossible for him to recover without seven or eight days of rest.
"Chen Zhongjie, remember, the next time you insult my father or me, you will bear the consequences. Tell Chen Dalei and Chen Zhigang what I said." Chen Zong coldly stared at Chen Zhongjie and said in a deep voice. He turned around and strode away. His footsteps were firmer, and his back was straighter.
As a member of the Chen family, it was enough to injure Chen Zhongjie. He did not have the slightest intention of killing him, or else he would be punished by the family rules.
The surroundings were silent. Everyone's eyes were wide open, and their mouths were wide open. It was as if they had just met Chen Zong for the first time. Their hearts were like huge waves, and they were inexplicably shocked.
When he walked out of the martial arts field, two people were walking towards him.
"Brother Zong," one of them was Chen Yiming, and he ran to Chen Zong, "why are you in the martial arts field?"
"Sword." Chen Zong pointed to the iron sword in his left hand and said with a smile.
"Brother Zong, are you going to practice sword arts? We don't have any sword arts in our family. "Chen Yiming was puzzled.
"I'm just playing." Chen Zong felt that what happened last night was very important. His intuition told him that he could not let anyone else know about it except himself. Chen Yiming did not press on. Instead, he stared at Chen Zong's face and asked in confusion, "Brother Zong, why do I feel that you look a little different from yesterday?"
"Because my cultivation has reached the second level of the Qi and Blood realm," Chen Zong said with a smile.
"That's great." Chen Yiming was very excited. He was even happier than when he had broken through.
"Yiming, come here." A delicate and cold voice sounded.
"Yuyao, long time no see." Chen Zong looked over and greeted her with a smile.
She was dressed in a red tight-fitting martial arts suit, which accentuated her beautiful figure. Her straight, tight, and round legs looked even more slender in her deerskin shoes, which made them even more alluring.
Chen Yuyao, the daughter of the patriarch, was the same age as Chen Zong. Like Chen Zong, she was Chen Zong's childhood playmate. However, after they started practicing martial arts, Chen Yiming still had a good relationship with Chen Zong as usual. Chen Yuyao, on the other hand, gradually drifted away from Chen Zong.
"Chen Zong, it's okay to work hard, but you have to see the truth. Uncle Zong has lost his cultivation, and his body is not as good as before. Do you want him to keep chopping trees and chopping firewood to support you, who has achieved nothing?" Chen Yuyao glanced at the iron sword and asked coldly, "Considering Uncle Zong's contributions to the family, I can ask my father to arrange an easier job for you in the family."
"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't need it." Chen Zong frowned slightly, and there was an indescribable sadness in his heart. As a childhood sweetheart, it was impossible to say that he had no feelings for Chen Yuyao. Sometimes, he couldn't help but think of their childhood, when Chen Yuyao, with her hair in braids, followed him and called him "Brother Zong". That was a very beautiful memory.
But now, this memory seemed to fade with Chen Yuyao's words.
"People always change," Chen Zong said to himself secretly.
"It's up to you, but I still want to give you a piece of advice. You should know your limits. If you overestimate yourself, you will only make your family suffer." Chen Yuyao frowned and was very dissatisfied with Chen Zong's attitude, but she held back and continued, "Besides, Yiming is very talented in martial arts. Don't look for him in the future, so as not to affect him."
"Cousin, it's none of your business." Chen Yiming was angry and pulled Chen Zong, "Brother Zong, let's go. Ignore him."
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