Chapter 7

At the same time, on the second day of February, the new disciples who came to abandon sword mountain villa began to practice martial arts under the guidance of their teacher's father according to their different qualifications and strengths.

Abandoned sword villa is more like the top martial arts training place of Jiuyou Zhengdao than a sect.

After 300 years of accumulation, there are so many ancient martial arts books here that almost anyone can find his own martial arts. Therefore, he broke through the shackles of his original origin and set foot on the realm that could not have been reached.

Many of the martial artists who have practiced in the abandoned sword villa have stayed in the villa for a lifetime. Even if they return to their ancestral clan or aristocratic family, they will bear the brand of abandoned sword villa. Therefore, the master of abandoned sword villa may not be the highest master in the world, but it can be said that he is the actual master of Wulin.

This mode is completely different from the traditional martial arts school. It originated from the founder of the villa, Shen Mengtian, who selflessly shared his martial arts experience with the people in the world. Through the hard inheritance of the villa masters, it finally formed a wave that swept the world.

Compared with 300 years ago, the number of martial arts practitioners has increased 100 times, and the number of top experts has also increased significantly.

The flourishing age of martial arts is coming.

It was originally the most shining star in the flourishing age of martial arts. Now, although it is gloomy, it has not affected the overall situation.

The master of this flourishing age of martial arts is Shen Shou, the master of the abandoned sword villa.

He had passed the age of knowing the fate of heaven, and his hair was gray on his temples. Since the accident of the third son Shen Zhenyi, his expression has become more decadent and gaunt. Even if it is such a big event as recruiting new students, he has not been much gratified.

“…… This time, Zhou Wenzi's younger brother performed very well. He broke through Shen Baihe in ten years. The next morning, Shen Zhenyi was sitting on the top of the mountain to watch the morning glow.

Chu Huoluo was sent to practice basic skills by him.

This made the girl who was already in the fifth level of martial arts very hard to understand. She thought that she had already passed this stage. However, a word from Mr. Shen made her have to obey honestly.

"That's how I practiced."

Shen Zhenyi practiced like this. When he was 14 years old, he broke through the realm of sitting and lighting. He won the top ten swordsman, Zuo Tianxing, and became the first swordsman in the world. So Chu Huoluo has no way to refute, so she can only run and tie a horse honestly.

What Shen Baihe sees is still Shen Zhenyi sitting in front of the sword tomb.

He clenched his fist, and his fingernails pricked the skin of his palm. He reluctantly stepped forward and said with a smile, "the third brother is really here. Last night when he talked about you with his father, he was very worried."

Shen Zhenyi turned his head and said indifferently: "thank you for your concern. This time I am not dead."

Shen Baihe's pupils contract abruptly.

He stepped back, wary and motionless, and kneaded a sword formula in his sleeve with his right hand? Although you are seriously injured, your life is no longer in danger... "

Shen Zhenyi doesn't care. He slowly pushes the wheelchair down the mountain and passes Shen Baihe without even looking at him.

Only a faint voice remained in the wind.

"Buddha sword is a proud disciple of Zen master Liuru. He died here, and it will be found out in Lanke Temple sooner or later. Big brother has to take care of the aftermath... "

Shen Baihe was sweating again.

He knows! He always knew it! Shen Baihe roars in his heart. The stiffness of his shoulder and neck makes him unable to turn back to face his own brother.

"In addition -"

when Shen Zhenyi moved to the far corner, he stopped for a moment and added, "if you want to kill me, there is not enough people in the seventh level of martial arts. There is no need to add unnecessary damage."

In the eyes of this talented brother, is the seventh level of Wudao as worthless as Chinese cabbage?

Shen Baihe's mouth is bitter, and finally summon up the courage to turn back. At this time, Shen Zhenyi has disappeared in the woods in front of him.

I'm just the seventh level of martial arts Shen Baihe laughs at himself. Even a young generation of Junyan like Buddha sword died quietly in the back mountain of abandoned sword villa. Can only the top ten experts be able to get rid of this evil son Shen?

He was in a daze in the wind for a long time, and then he went down the mountain along the original road with a sad face.

"When I was running around just now, I thought I saw the eldest son." Chu Huoluo panting in front of Shen Zhenyi, "he seems a little unhappy."

"If you do something bad, you will never get over it." Shen Zhenyi is too lazy to say more.

The back mountain of abandoned sword villa is not a wilderness. It's strange that so many assassins will come in. It's strange that there are no spies. Shen Zhenyi is wise and insightful, but some people are still pretending to be stupid.

Of course, for Shen Zhenyi, these are just trivial things. He would not care if he was killed by ants, let alone be angry.

What he pursues is always supreme kendo.

No matter where you are.

"Childe, I have finished running What happens next? Is it time to rest? "

Although Chu Huoluo is curious about their brother relationship, she is too tired to practice. She can't wait to go back to take a bath and sleep.www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!