Chapter 3 Defeat with One Punch

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The family has a martial arts field, which is more than 200 meters long and wide, which is quite large.

On weekdays, the children of the family would come to the martial arts training ground to practice. First, the atmosphere was good, and secondly, they would be taught by the elders of the clan. At first, Chen Zong also came often, but he was often ridiculed and even bullied, which seriously affected his training and was beaten by Chen Zhongjie. I got hurt a few times and lost a lot of time, so I just stopped coming and practiced by myself.

The weapons room is in a corner of the martial arts field, and there are more than a dozen family members practicing on the martial arts field.

"Look, isn't that Chen Zong?" The sharp-eyed man immediately exclaimed when he saw Chen Zong.

"That's right, it's him. Didn't he cultivate by himself, why did he come again?"

"It is estimated that my cultivation has not progressed, and I plan to come to the martial arts field again."

"He shouldn't think that Chen Zhongjie has forgotten him."

"It's really pitiful. I heard that his energy pill was distributed to Chen Zhigang yesterday."

"I think this is the right thing to do. Brother Gang is the number one martial disciple in the family. Don't say comparing with Brother Gang. Even if you compare with us, Chen Zong is a waste, and giving him energy pills is a waste."

Ignoring the gazes and discussions of more than a dozen family members, Chen Zong walked through the martial arts field and into the weapons room.

The weapon room is about ten meters long and wide. There are wooden racks on the four walls. There are many weapons on the racks, including six types of swords, swords, sticks, bows and daggers.

There was an old man in charge of the weapon room. Xu was getting tired easily and was taking a nap. Chen Zong didn't bother him and walked straight to the weapon rack where the sword was placed.

There are more than a dozen swords on the shelf, the longest is more than one meter, and the shortest is less than half a meter.

Chen Zong picked them up one by one and pulled them out, waving them at will, and feeling them carefully.

People are different, so are swords, the length is short, the thickness is light, and the one that suits you is the best.

In the end, Chen Zong held a sword in each hand. After careful comparison, it seemed that the two swords were the same length, short and thick, but there were some differences 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 body of the sword is gray and black, with some mottled marks. The hilt is made of wood, and the whole body is black. It is engraved with threads to prevent slipping. The whole sword is very ordinary at a glance, and it is not worth a few jade coins. Think about it, Xiaohuzhen Chen The family is just a clan, and it is limited in all aspects. The weapons that are received for free are naturally not much better.

Chen Zong didn't care, on the contrary, he was a little excited. This was the first time he held a sword. For some reason, he felt familiar, as if he had held the sword for several years. , The cold touch made Chen Zong unconsciously agitated.

The length of the sword is 62 cm, the hilt is 20 cm long, the blade connected to the sword grid is 3.5 cm wide and 1 cm thick, the tip of the sword is 2.5 cm wide and 0.6 cm thick, and the net weight is 5 cm Eighty-two pounds.

He couldn't put it down, he immediately put the sword into the sheath, woke the dozing old man, after registering, he strode out of the weapon room with the sword in his left hand, and saw more than a dozen family members staring at him.

"Out."

"I still have an iron sword in my hand."

"I can't practice tiger force boxing, are you planning to practice swordsmanship? But our family's foundation-building martial arts doesn't have swordsmanship."

"You think too much. Even if there is a foundation-building sword technique in the clan, the difficulty of cultivation is higher than that of boxing. If you can't even practice boxing, what kind of swordsmanship is there? I think he intends to use the iron sword to sell for money. It can also sell a dozen jade coins and flowers." One person said self-righteously, this kind of thing has not happened before.

"Hey, Chen Zong, remember to give me half of the money for selling the sword." Another person shouted at Chen Zong, and immediately clenched his fist and threatened: "Otherwise you will know the consequences."

Chen Zong frowned, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar black figure out of the corner of his eye, striding into the martial arts field.

"Chen Zhongjie..." He bit his teeth and roared like a tiger, anger burned from the bottom of his heart.

After his father lost his cultivation, and since he started practicing martial arts, Chen Zong has been bullied, most of which are from Chen Zhongjie.

Because he is Chen Zhigang's dog leg, and Chen Zhigang's father and Chen Zhengtang had conflicts.

"Chen Zong!" Chen Zhongjie also saw Chen Zong, with a look of surprise, and immediately sneered: "Little waste, long time no see, did you forget my words."

Half a year ago, Chen Zhigang said that Chen Zong's training in the martial arts field affected his cultivation. The dog-legged Chen Zhongjie immediately blocked Chen Zong and threatened him not to come back to the martial arts field from now on. Otherwise, he would fight once every time he saw him. After being injured, he recuperated for five or six days, and he was unable to cultivate, which added a lot of burden to Dad.

Chen Zhigang's father is the No. 1 warrior in the family today. He is domineering and domineering. He doesn't even care about the patriarch. However, he is the strongest and has attracted a group of people. Chen Zhengtang, who has no cultivation base, is helpless.

In order not to increase the burden on Dad and to be able to practice well, Chen Zong did not come to the martial arts field again. Now that he heard Chen Zhongjie's words, his anger was so high that it seemed like a volcano was about to erupt.

"Yo, I have a sword, what are you doing? Knowing that you are a waste, are you planning to go to chop down trees with your useless old man?" 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 sound of 'waste' and 'waste man' awakened Chen Zong's many bad memories, his face sank, and he said every word.

"Father is trash, son trash, am I wrong?" Chen Zhongjie laughed contemptuously.

"You're courting death!" His eyes seemed to be full of anger, Chen Zong roared, strode forward like a tiger, and rushed towards Chen Zhongjie.

Chen Zhongjie's hair stood on end. In an instant, he felt like a fierce tiger roaring in front of him. He shook his head to get rid of this absurd feeling. , leaning forward, the left hand is bent in front of the claws, the thumb is facing the chin, the right fist is placed on the waist, the middle finger and the index finger joints are particularly prominent, such as fangs.

"It seems that Chen Zhongjie's wolf tooth boxing seems to have improved again."

"Chen Zong is miserable. I don't know how many days I will be in bed this time."

While everyone was gloating over the misfortune, Chen Zhongjie and Chen Zong approached.

"Wolf burst!" With a low voice, Chen Zhongjie's speed seemed to be two points faster. When he bullied Chen Zong, his right hand seemed to pierce through the air and slammed into Chen Zong's stomach, like the fangs of a wolf. Show mercy.

Chen Zong stared at Chen Zhongjie and saw Chen Zhongjie very clearly. His face was grim, his eyes were cold, his pupils flickered fiercely, his raised left hand shook gently, and his right fist that penetrated the air like a wolf's fangs had a clear trajectory.

"Tiger Rush!"

The right fist was clenched tightly, and a low roar was heard, and the tiger power fist technique of the peak of Dacheng was displayed, and the wind was astonishing.

Langya Boxing and Tiger Force Boxing belong to the same level of boxing. Langya Boxing focuses on speed and waiting for opportunities. Tiger Force Boxing focuses on strength and frontal crushing.

The two fists collided, and a cracking sound like a broken bone sounded. The grin on Chen Zhongjie's face turned into panic.

With a bang, it was like a drum, and the energy was overflowing, causing Chen Zhongjie's military uniform to fluctuate, his stomach sunk inward under the fist, the terrifying force seemed to shatter his internal organs, his back was arched, and his face was full of horror. , eyes widened with bulging eyes, covered with red silk, mouth wide open, and saliva dripping.

Retracting his fists, Chen Zhongjie knelt directly to the ground, clasping his stomach with both hands, trembling all over because of the severe pain, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a wow, and it was shockingly red.

That punch was very heavy, and it was the vent of Chen Zong's anger. Chen Zhongjie had suffered internal injuries, and it was impossible to rest without resting for seven or eight days.

"Chen Zhongjie, remember it well. Next time you insult my father and insult me, you will be at your own risk. Tell Chen Dalei and Chen Zhigang what I said." Firm, the back is more straight.

As a disciple of the Chen family, it is enough to injure Chen Zhongjie. He has no intention of killing anyone, otherwise he will be punished by clan rules.

There was silence all around, eyes wide and mouth wide open, as if they were meeting Chen Zong for the first time.

Walking out of the martial arts arena, two people just came across.

"Brother Zong." One of them was Chen Yiming, who ran to Chen Zong: "Why did you come to the training ground?"

"Take the sword." Chen Zong gestured to the iron sword in his left hand and smiled.

"Brother Zong wants to change his swordsmanship? There is no swordsmanship and martial arts in our clan." Chen Yiming was puzzled.

"Just play." Chen Zong felt that what happened last night was very important. He intuitively told him that other than himself, he should not let others know. Doubtfully: "Brother Zong, why do I think you look a little different from yesterday."

"Because my cultivation base has reached the second level of Qi and Blood Realm." Chen Zong said with a smile.

"Great." Chen Yiming was very excited, even happier than his own breakthrough.

"Yiming, come here." A sweet and cold voice came.

"Yuyao, long time no see." Chen Zong looked over and greeted with a smile.

A red tight-fitting military uniform brings out the beautiful figure of the beginning of the scale, especially the pair of straight, compact and round legs are more slender and slender against the moccasins, which is even more exciting.

Chen Yuyao, the daughter of the patriarch, is the same age as Chen Zong, and Chen Yiming is generally Chen Zong's playmate when he was a child, but after he started to practice martial arts, Chen Yiming still has a good relationship with Chen Zong as usual, while Chen Yuyao gradually alienated Chen Zong.

"Chen Zong, it's right to work hard, but we must also see the facts clearly. Uncle Zhengtang has lost his cultivation and his health is not as good as before. Do you plan to let him chop trees and wood to support you who have achieved nothing?" Chen Yuyao looked at it. Tie Jian glanced at him and asked in a cold voice, "Looking at Uncle Zhengtang's contribution to the family, I can ask my father to arrange an easier errand for you in the family."

"Thank you for your kindness, no need." Chen Zong frowned slightly, and there was an indescribable discomfort in his heart. As a childhood sweetheart, it is impossible to say that he has no feelings for Chen Yuyao. Chen Yuyao shouted 'Brother Zong' behind her, it was a very good memory.

But now this memory seems to fade with Chen Yuyao's words.

People always change, Chen Zong said to himself secretly.

"Whatever you want, but I still want to advise you, people have to be self-aware, and if they are self-aware, they will only suffer their relatives." Chen Yuyao frowned, dissatisfied with Chen Zong's attitude, but held back and continued. He said, "Also, Yiming is very talented in martial arts. Don't look for him in the future, so as not to affect him."

"Cousin, I don't need you to worry about my affairs." Chen Yiming got angry and pulled Chen Zong: "Brother Zong, let's go, ignore him."

"Farewell." Chen Zong said to Chen Yuyao in a flat tone, and left with Chen Yiming, leaving only Chen Yuyao with a displeased face.