"Hua Xia's Seven Addicts — —" Fang Yingying stared at Hou Zhendong, the Martial Addict, and shook his head: "They don't look alike."
"What do you think he should look like?" Fang Yan snappily asked. What era is it now? Does this guy still judge a book by its cover?
Does he have to look like me to become a martial arts master? Does he have to look like Bai Xiu to become a rising star in Neijiang? This doesn't make sense.
A strange person with a strange appearance, what kind of strange person is he?
"He's Hua Xia's Seven Addicts, a legendary figure — — even if he's not as handsome and elegant as Junior Martial Uncle, there's no need to look like an overfed middle-aged uncle. I can't accept it, I can't accept it at all. We, the people of the Appearance Association, have a strict and persistent pursuit of beauty. We like all beautiful things, like handsome men and beautiful women. The Martial Addict in my heart is not like this. "
"— —" Fang Yan couldn't understand. How could Fang Yingying so easily say something like 'we in the Appearance Association'? Does he not look at himself in the mirror? If he did, how could he live such a carefree, innocent, lively, and simple-minded life?
"Nine feet tall, jade face, long robe. Holding a red tasseled spear made of dragon scale stone, or a Startling Rainbow sword made by Master Wu Yazi. His long hair draped over his shoulders, his long robe flapping noisily in the wind. Just by standing there, he exudes a supreme majesty that can drive away wolves and tigers. This is the martial arts fanatic of the Seven Fanatics of China. "
Fang Yingying looked at Hou Zhendong with a wronged expression, feeling like his idol had been shattered: "How can he be like this? How can he be like this? Is he worthy of the title Martial Addict? "
"…" Fang Yan was a little regretful for saving him just now. It would have been great if Hou Zhendong's' Cracking Technique 'directly killed him.
The Martial Addict laughed and pointed at Fang Yingying: "This boy is simple and cute, who is he to you?"
"My martial nephew — —" Fang Yan said.
"Martial nephew?" The Martial Addict asked in confusion. "Who is your master?"
"Azure Dragon, don't underestimate your enemy."
"What a pity," the Martial Addict sighed and looked at Fang Yingying as if he was looking at a thousand-year-old treasure.
"It's not a pity, it's not a pity …" Fang Yan hurriedly said: "Senior, if you like it, feel free to take it away. I can still make the decision on this matter. I only hope that Senior doesn't find trouble with me and I will be eternally grateful … "
"A gentleman doesn't take what others like." The Martial Addict declined.
"Not good. Not good at all. No one likes him, you can just take him. "Fang Yan said with endless hidden bitterness. "Besides, what kind of gentleman are you?"
The Martial Addict stared at Fang Yan with a strange smile and said, "You have insulted me. All the more reason for you to accept my challenge — Fang Yan boy, tonight at 8 o 'clock at the summit of the One Sword Mountain, I will fight you to the death. "
"Senior, don't be like this. Aren't you forcing us to buy and sell? If you still feel angry, you can scold me again — "
"Then it's settled." The Martial Addict Hou Zhendong interrupted Fang Yan, looked at Fang Yan and said: "Boy, if you don't come tonight, my [Cracking Turtle Technique] won't only be used on that little Fatso."
His line of sight passed through the door and looked at Lu Chaoge who was standing under the eaves of the corridor, looking outside. He said: "Hiding a beauty in a golden house, what a heavenly life. But, if the beauty gets hurt by someone, it wouldn't be pretty, would it? "
"Is this a threat?"
"Think what you want" the Martial Addict casually said.
He put his hands in his pockets and staggered outside like a loafer. He was even singing some strange lyrics: "Persuading the king to drink wine and listen to the song of Yu Yu, dispelling the king's sorrows and dancing. Ying Qin's tyranny broke the country, heroes rose up to fight. Since ancient times, the saying doesn't lie. Success or failure, rise or fall in a split second. How about drinking wine and listening to the military report — — "
Fang Yan listened carefully. It was a passage from < Farewell My Concubine >.
"Pfft" Fang Yan spat on the ground. "How unlucky"
Fang Yingying and Qin Ying walked in front of Fang Yan. Fang Yingying asked: "Junior Martial Uncle, is he really a Martial Addict?"
Fang Yan used the tip of his foot to point at the crack on the ground and said: "Do you think a person can make the ground shake like this just by stomping their feet?"
"Then why do you want me to go with him?" Fang Yingying angrily asked.
"I'm not afraid of a God-like opponent, but I'm afraid of a pig-like teammate — — he's been pestering me for a long time, wanting me to fight with him. I've rejected him so many times, but you're the one who messed things up. If you go with him, it'll save me a lot of trouble "
"Junior Martial Uncle, why don't you want to fight with him?" Fang Yingying asked.
"Why should I fight with him?" Fang Yan asked in return.
"Isn't it natural for us martial artists to spar and learn from each other to improve together?" Fang Yingying asked. "Let go of victory and defeat, let go of honor and disgrace, don't be arrogant if you win, don't be angry if you lose — — isn't that what we should do?"
Fang Yan looked at Fang Yingying with a surprised expression and said: "I didn't think you could say something like that, you've really matured a lot — — how about, you go and fight with the Martial Addict for me tonight?"
Fang Yingying desperately shook his chubby head, saying: "No, no, I can't, if I go, I'll be beaten half to death by the Martial Addict, at that time, I'll be losing face for Shifu and Junior Martial Uncle — —"
"Didn't you say to let go of victory and defeat, honor and disgrace? Now you're afraid of losing face? "
"I'm asking others to let go — — don't those old monks always ask others to let go, while I'm sitting in the heart of Buddha — —"
"— —"
Qin Ying stared at the Martial Addict's back for a long time, then asked: "Is this the strongest expert of the Martial World?"
"You can say so" Fang Yan smiled and said: "The Martial Addict, one of the Seven Addicts of Hua Xia, if he wasn't obsessed with martial arts, how could he obtain such a title?"
Qin Ying sighed deeply, saying: "The road ahead is long"
Fang Yan patted his shoulder, saying: "We will continue to search from top to bottom. There are no cliffs in the path of martial arts, let's cherish it as we go "
When Fang Yan returned to the courtyard, Lu Chaoge showed a worried expression and asked: "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine" Fang Yan smiled and said. "An old friend, he came here to find me for a fight — — but I refused"
Lu Chaoge nodded, then softly asked: "What do you want to eat? I'll cook. "
Because there were often street racers racing on Single Sword Mountain, two years ago, there was an extremely serious traffic accident. Two luxury cars collided at the same time at a curve and rolled into a cliff by the side of the road, destroying the cars and killing the people inside. Because the cars caught fire and exploded in the process of falling off the cliff, when the rescue team found the wreckage of the cars, the people inside the cars had already been burnt to a crisp.
The owners of the two luxury cars both had powerful backgrounds, so when their relatives cried bitterly, they naturally vented their anger on the administrative department of Flower City. It was said that because of this incident, the head and deputy head of the Department of Traffic at that time were both removed from their positions, and a large number of the higher-ups under them were investigated.
The government of Flower City was also quite wronged. If your son wanted to race, who could stop him?
Besides, even if they didn't race on Single Sword Mountain, they would still go to Double Sword Mountain, Three Sword Mountain, Four Sword Mountain, and Heaven Sword Mountain. Who knew when something would happen?
In order to vent their anger, the government of Flower City ordered people to set up several huge stone roadblocks at the entrance of the mountain. Cars couldn't be driven up, so anyone who wanted to go up the mountain could only walk — who did Single Sword Mountain offend?
This method was indeed barbaric and effective. Single Sword Mountain's racing program every night was canceled, and those street racers went to harm other cities and mountains.
The Volkswagen stopped at the foot of the mountain, and Fang Yan opened the door and got out.
After the Snake Lord parked the car, he quietly followed behind Fang Yan.
His walking posture was very strange. He always touched the ground with his toes first, and his heels almost didn't touch the ground.
Because of this, he almost didn't make any sound when he walked. He was like a venomous snake slithering in the grass.
"You don't have to follow me," Fang Yan said without turning his head.
The Snake Lord didn't reply. His figure flashed and disappeared into the grass behind Fang Yan.
The Snake Lord should live in the dark like a snake. When he discovered the enemy, he should suddenly jump out and give the enemy a fatal blow.
Fang Yan still decided to accept the challenge of the Martial Arts Fanatic. It wasn't for winning or losing, and he wasn't worried about honor or disgrace — that was completely bullsh * t. He was here to win.
Who didn't want to win?
He understood the Martial Arts Fanatic. Since the Martial Arts Fanatic was a fanatic, it proved that he was willing to do anything for the sake of martial arts.
When he took the boat down the Pearl River, he used the "Witness" to test his strength. When he said that it would be harmful to Lu Chaoge, he wasn't just saying it.
Fang Yan wasn't afraid of the Martial Arts Fanatic, but he was afraid of trouble.
He didn't want the Martial Arts Fanatic to follow him like a ghost, and there was no better way to solve it other than to beat him down and make him surrender.
Fang Yan sneaked out, and didn't let Fang Yingying and Qin Ying know. In order not to worry Lu Chaoge, he didn't even drive the BMW at home.
Fang Yan was very familiar with the destination, so he passed through the dark mountain forest with ease.
Three years ago, he fought with the Japanese Sword God, Chiba Bin, at the top of the One Sword Peak.
That battle made him famous in Jianghu, and it also changed his relationship with Chiba Bin, who was both an enemy and a friend.
However, he didn't expect that Chiba Bin would choose to end his life in such a decisive way. He chose to leave when he was at the peak of his martial arts, and became a god in the eyes of the Japanese swordsmen.
For three years, Fang Yan hadn't been here.
However, he didn't forget this place at all.
When Fang Yan arrived at the top of the One Sword Peak, a man in a black robe was already standing there with a smile, like an uncle next door who came out for a stroll after a meal.
When the Martial Arts Fanatic saw Fang Yan coming out, he grinned and said, "I knew you'd come."
"Why?"
"Because there's hatred in your eyes that can't be suppressed." The Martial Arts Fanatic said in a clear voice, "Fang Yan, no matter who you hate, take it out on me tonight —"
"—" Fang Yan wanted to turn around and run. Why did this middle-aged man always sound so wretched when he spoke?
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