Chapter 153 Just what I wanted

Chapter 153 Just what I wanted

"He really came. He really dared to come!"

"He is so brave, or he thinks he is the true disciple of Chunyang Palace, and Changxing Sect dare not touch him?"

"If you come to provoke me, I will beat you to death. This is the rule of the martial arts world. Chunyang Palace cannot use its power to suppress me."

"I heard that Zhou Heng is the sixth generation of the true disciple of Chunyang Palace, the junior brother of the head of the Zhenyang Yan Shouyi. Is it true?"

"You believe this? Can you use your brain?"

Zhou Heng's arrival made many people talk about it. Most of these people came to join in the fun after hearing the rumors in the martial arts world. They were generally not ranked, or just ordinary ninth-rank.

Other eighth-rank, seventh-rank, and even famous masters on the human list looked at Zhou Heng with a solemn look, and their eyes were a little fearful.

Their eyesight was not comparable to that of ordinary martial artists in the martial arts world. They could see that Zhou Heng was full of energy and his every move showed his skills. This was obviously a feature of extremely advanced martial arts.

Most of them had reached the peak of the eighth rank, and were only one step away from the seventh rank.

In their opinion, Zhou Heng came to Changxing Sect this time to avenge his teacher and friend. There was probably another purpose, which was to hone his martial arts and try to reach the seventh rank.

When Zhou Heng was at the eighth rank, he had fought three seventh rank masters and won. If he reached the seventh rank, how powerful would he be?

For a while, several young masters ranked 20 or 30 on the human list were a little nervous.

Now Zhou Heng is ranked 42nd on the human list. Once his martial arts have a breakthrough, their rankings will be the most precarious.

At this time, a young man with an extremely handsome appearance and soft facial features covered his lips with a folding fan, looked at Zhou Heng, and said to a young man in a green suit beside him: "Hey, brother, do you think you can beat Zhou Heng now?"

The young man in the suit looked like he was eighteen or nineteen years old, with strong facial features, sharp edges, sword eyebrows and star eyes, full of masculinity, and quite handsome.

He listened to the words of the people around him, raised his sword-like eyebrows, and hummed in a low voice: "Little sister, you look down on me. I have practiced our Pei family's true martial arts for more than ten years. Can't I beat Zhou Heng, who came from a wild background?"

"Oh, brother! I am now a handsome young man in the world! Don't call me little sister!" The handsome young man rolled his eyes at the young man in tight clothes and said dissatisfiedly: "I don't think you can beat him, he is very powerful!"

"How do you know he is powerful?" The young man in tight clothes looked tense and looked at his sister beside him suspiciously, "Did you leave last time? You ran away from home to Huangtong City to play, just to find him? But didn't you say you were going to see your bestie? No wonder you insisted on asking me to come this time. "

"No, I went to see Yunxiu to play, brother, you think too much." The handsome young man covered half of his face with a folding fan guiltily, and whispered: "I just saw him fighting with others."

"Then I want to see how powerful he is." The young man in tight clothes looked at Zhou Heng unconvinced, thinking whether to challenge him after this matter was over, so that his sister could recognize his strength.

These two people are the legitimate daughter and son of the head of the Pei family in Pingzhou, Pei Luoling and Pei Luoshu.

...

Zhou Heng rode his red horse leisurely through the crowd and came to the front of a group of Changxing disciples.

These people were dressed in uniform and were very easy to distinguish. There were more than 30 people in total, all gathered together, staring at Zhou Heng angrily.

Since Changxing Sect is not a very powerful martial arts sect, none of these seventh-grade masters are under 30 years old. Most of them are over 40 years old, and there are even many in their 50s and 60s.

However, this does not mean that their strength is weak. The older ones are mostly more experienced in combat than the younger ones, and their skills are usually much deeper.

"I didn't expect that everyone from Changxing Sect is so enthusiastic." Zhou Heng laughed, bowed to the people around him, and said with a smile: "Since you are all so enthusiastic, I will try not to kill you."

Hiss!

Many people watching the scene couldn't help but gasp and looked at Zhou Heng in amazement.

This mouth is really poisonous.

This courage is really big.

Aren't you afraid that Changxing Sect will be so angry that thirty or forty seventh-grade masters will rush forward?

There is a saying that two fists cannot beat four hands.

For most seventh-grade warriors, this principle is also useful. Facing the siege of a large number of warriors of the same level, even if their own strength is far superior to each of them, they will most likely suffer a great loss.

Not to mention that Zhou Heng is only an eighth-rank disciple now, not even a seventh-rank disciple.

He is so bold.

Of course, the most angry are the Changxing sect disciples. They are used to being domineering in Huangtong Prefecture City. They have the power to decide the life and death of the subordinate martial arts halls. Have they ever encountered resistance?

Therefore, Zhou Heng's challenge to all the lower third-rank disciples of Changxing Sect made them angry from the beginning. Now they heard Zhou Heng's words, and they were even more furious.

"Zhou Heng, I don't know how strong you are, but this mouth is really stinky!" A seventh-rank master of Changxing Sect was the first to be unable to bear it.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a beard and a burly figure.

He walked up and blocked Zhou Heng's red horse, holding the long sword in his hand forward, and shouted: "Get off the horse and fight with me! I will tear your stinky mouth apart!"

As soon as these words came out, the people watching the excitement around them suddenly became energetic, and they all rubbed their eyes, wanting to see a wonderful battle.

"Get off the horse?" Zhou Heng glanced at the man calmly and chuckled, "Are you worthy enough?"

Then, he gently patted the Du Xuan Guan Sword hanging on the red horse.

Clang!

There was a sound of sword sound, and silver light suddenly appeared, like a clear spring flying out of thin air. The Du Xuan Guan Sword was unsheathed by itself, and without anyone holding it, it slashed down at the man in the air at a very fast speed!

"What?!" The man was shocked. He never dreamed that Zhou Heng would use such a magical method. He immediately lost his mind and was at a loss.

However, he was a seventh-grade master after all. Even if he lost the initiative, he still had a chance to fight back. He hurriedly raised the long sword in his hand and tried to block the Du Xuan Guan Sword that was slashing down in the air.

But his long sword was just an ordinary hundred-tempered weapon. How could it be a top-grade weapon like the Du Xuan Guan Sword?

At the moment of contact, the long sword was easily cut open as if it was made of paper, and there was no ability to resist at all.

The long sword broke into two sections, and the sword was still swift and fierce, stabbing straight into the man's face.

If this stab had been successful, it would have pierced through the man's head and killed him on the spot.

At this moment, the Du Xuan Guan Sword suddenly stopped in front of the man, just floating there, not really stabbing, but then the sword tip turned to the side and directly cut the man's mouth, blood flowing.

"Ah!!" The man screamed, covered his mouth, fell to the ground and rolled in pain.

"That's it?" Zhou Heng sneered, and the sword in his hand flicked, and the Du Xuan Guan Sword flew back and sheathed itself. Then he looked at the Changxing Sect disciples again, raised his chin slightly, and said lightly: "Next, is there any more?"

Just this question made more than a dozen Changxing Sect disciples subconsciously take a step back.

But the next moment they realized that it was too embarrassing to do so, so they took another step forward.

However, no one dared to speak.

The people around were also silent, and many people opened their mouths wide and stared at Zhou Heng in amazement, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

After a while, the crowd suddenly became excited.

"Fuck, what was that just now? Sword control?"

"Sword control in the air, isn't this a secret technique that can only be practiced by innate masters who have stepped into the sixth rank?"

"How did Zhou Heng perform it? How could he control the sword?"

"It's amazing, it's incredible!"

Discussions and exclamations were endless.

Pei Luoling in the crowd was full of joy, and excitedly said to his brother beside him: "Brother, you see, I said he was very powerful, hey, brother, why don't you say anything?"

"..." Pei Luoshu was staring at Zhou Heng blankly at this time, secretly thinking that he should try not to meet Zhou Heng, so as not to become a person who was knocked down from the top 40 of the ranking by Zhou Heng.

What a joke, how did the eighth rank of martial arts learn the sword control?

Even if some special seventh-rank swordsmanship can achieve similar effects to sword control in a short distance, this kind of swordsmanship is generally extremely difficult to practice, and it also has extremely high requirements for soul snatching, and it is generally possible to learn it only when the seventh-rank peak has a preliminary intersection with the external scene.

Zhou Heng is only at the eighth level of martial arts, but he can actually perform this kind of sword-controlling technique.

It's simply unbelievable!

There was a middle-aged man in a simple Taoist robe in the crowd. When he saw Zhou Heng performing the sword-controlling technique, he showed a look of realization in his eyes, and his eyes looked at Zhou Heng with a little more admiration.

On a mountain peak in the distance.

Cheng Jiangjian sat on the edge of the cliff, looking at the situation in front of the mountain gate of Changxing Sect, his eyes fixed on Zhou Heng, with a smile on the corner of his lips, and said: "He has become much more powerful."

After hearing about Zhou Heng and Changxing Sect, she temporarily put down the task in her hands, rushed over as quickly as possible, and was ready to help at any time to prevent Zhou Heng from being besieged.

At this time, the seventh-level masters of Changxing Sect listened to the discussions and exclamations of the people around them, and their faces turned as red as pig livers, trembling all over, and were furious.

They sent two people to carry the people who were previously injured by Zhou Heng back to bandage their wounds.

Then they shouted again.

"You are a master if you rely on sharp weapons to commit crimes!"

"That's right, if you have the guts, fight us with your bare hands and show us your real kung fu, don't rely on sharp weapons to hurt people!"

"That's right! You are the true disciple of the top martial arts sect. With sharp weapons in hand, how can we be your opponent?"

"Do you dare to use only fists and feet?"

As soon as these words came out, the people around booed and looked at them with a bit of contempt in their eyes.

It's ridiculous!

Zhou Heng is only an eighth-grade martial artist, and you, a group of seventh-grade martial artists, actually said that he relied on sharp weapons to hurt people, and you are justified to ask people to fight with bare hands?

How shameless!

The group of people from Changxing School were so angry that they almost lost their minds to say that, but when they reacted, the words had already been spoken and could not be taken back, so they could only grit their teeth and be tough.

"Okay!" Zhou Heng agreed very readily, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

He got off his horse without taking the Duxuanguan Sword. He walked to the Changxing Sect with his bare hands, shook his palms, and said with a smile: "Actually, I think you may regret it later."

Fighting with bare hands was his original intention.

After all, Douzhuanxingyi combined with Xiaowuxianggong, giving the Changxing Sect a taste of their own medicine, making the Changxing Sect people completely desperate and losing face, was his purpose.

The reason why he used the Baibu Feijian to show the power of the Duxuanguan Sword was to make the Changxing Sect people think that he was using a sharp weapon to commit a crime, and see if these people would ask him not to use weapons.

Sure enough, the Changxing Sect people were as shameless as expected.

"I'm afraid you should regret it! Boy, you are young but you are so arrogant!" A sneer came, and a slender, strong middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties walked out from the Changxing Sect.

He stood there like a big gun, with an imposing manner. He raised his hand and pointed at Zhou Heng, and said in a deep voice: "My junior brother was accidentally tricked by you just now. The weapon in his hand is not as sharp as a sharp weapon. Don't think he is really not your opponent!

"Hong Wanzai, known as the 'Mountain-carrying Divine Spear' in the Jianghu, come and test your kung fu! Boy, make a move!"

Thanks: Wisdom Valley, Father of Missiles for the reward