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The old man waved his hand and we walked out of the old man's house. The old man closed the door behind us. It was as if he was completely waiting for Fan Cunhu to borrow his blade when he sat in front of his own house.

Maybe he had been sitting at the door like that all day? As he thought of this, a trace of guilt rose up in his heart. If that was the case, it would be a great disrespect to have a ninety year old man wait so long.

Fatty Wang was extremely curious about the procedures of the old man's blade. After returning to our own place, he finally couldn't help but pull Fan Cunhu and ask around.

Fan Cunhu told Wang Xu, that between real swordsmen, there existed indeed such a process, but the inheritance seemed to no longer exist outside.

A killing knife could not be casually borrowed. If someone wanted to borrow it, they would have to drink blood. This was why people often talked about using a knife to kill people. In fact, this had a lot to do with it.

As for how to ask, it all depended on the thoughts of the person who borrowed the blade. As long as the person was surrounded by the blade, he or she could tell or torture the person as much as he or she wanted. Even if someone asked him or her about his or her own sword manual, he or she would have to be honest with him or her.

This was somewhat similar to the Buddhist meditation, which originated from the heart. Buddhist masters talked about Buddhism while these swordsmen talked about their own theories, but their arguments were weakened a lot.

According to the result of the question, the person being borrowed the knife will then decide whether to lend the knife to the person borrowing the knife.

Fan Cunhu seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes seemed to be a little dazed as he told us that this seemingly meaningless process is actually extremely important to the person who uses the blade.

The true swordsman talked about swordsmen, the swords and sabers in their hands were equal to their second life, and when the other party lent the sabre to you, it also meant that the other party had lost the weapon to attack and defend, which was equivalent to handing over all their own safety to you. And at this time, before the sabre can be returned, the other party's life should be protected by the person borrowing the sabre.

"That old man used to be a great swordsman. The calluses on his palm are thicker than his flesh." Looking at the fatty's disdainful expression at the end, Fan Cunhu scratched his head and explained with a silly smile.

"An amazing swordsman?" On the contrary, it was A Qilu's eyes that lit up instead. He said: "I think the elders in the family once said something about the Old Patriarch. They all said that the Old Patriarch's sword skills were very good when he was young because he was protected from a lot of harassment in the village."

"Then Cun Hu, how is your sword technique? Show us your hands and let us see it? " After Wang Xu heard these words, his eyes lit up as he looked at Fan Cunhu.

The Fatty Wang had personally experienced Fan Cunlong's power before, but when it came to Fan Cunhu's techniques, he had never experienced them in the slightest.

Fan Cunhu looked at me in a daze and said, "I can't pull out my blade."

With a single sentence, he might have reminded Wang Xu of the conversation between Fan Cunhu and the old man.

"However, you can find someone to give me a hand. It's a good opportunity for everyone to get to know each other."

Wang Xu's eyes lit up. "That's even better!" "Then tell me, how can I give you a hand?"

Fan Cunhu said: "Find someone to attack me, then I will counterattack."

"Suitable?" Fatty Wang looked at me, and I knew what he was worried about, but I didn't care. I nodded and said, "Just do as Cun Hu says, it won't be easy to hurt this brat."

Actually, I was still thinking about whether I should tell Fan Cunhu not to accidentally hurt me, but after looking at the several gazes that suddenly lit up in the room, I still felt that it would be best to hold back the hatred in my heart.

Giving Fan Cunhu a meaningful glance, he nodded his head to let me be at ease.

Wang Xu did not hold back and immediately patted his hand. He pointed at the monkey and said, "Monkey, you try out this little tiger first."

"Alright!" Monkey's face revealed traces of excitement. As he spoke, he stood up from the bench, moving his fingers as he walked towards Fan Cunhu.

Fan Cunhu said: "Brother Monkey, take your weapon."

"Yo!" You little tiger, you still dare to look down on people? " The monkey unhappily snorted. Fan Cunhu hurriedly explained: "No, isn't using a weapon much more exciting? I'm also using a weapon."

He glanced at Fan Cunhu, then said: "Alright then, don't say that your Monkey Bro bullied you!" Laughing loudly, Monkey pulled out the dagger from his waist. However, he insisted on not unsheathing it and said that it was just a spar. If he was injured, it would be troublesome.

After tidying up the hall a bit, we surrounded ourselves while Monkey and Fan Cunhu stood in the middle of a small arena.

Si Zhu opened his eyes wide, and anxiously shouted out: "Let's begin, we can't wait."

"Little Tiger, take this!" As Monkey said this, his body swayed and he leaned into Fan Cunhu's embrace. I can roughly understand a little bit more, a monkey can fully display the strengths of a short weapon, and also can't use the long blade in Fan Cunhu's hands.

The sheathed dagger was held by Monkey with his hands behind his back, thrusting towards Fan Cunhu's heart from under his armpits. This speed was fast, Monkey was worthy of this nickname, shrinking his body to fully display his small but nimble abilities.

But because of his speed, Fan Cunhu's speed was even faster than his.

It was the same style as Fan Cunhu's. The long blade with the sheath in Fan Cunhu's hand was nimble like a piece of paper, with a horizontal pull of his arm, the blade's body became a flower blade that rested at the bottom of the monkey's dagger.

As if it was attracted by a strong magnet, the dagger in Monkey's hand involuntarily followed Fan Cunhu's long blade. Then, the Monkey let out a bitter laugh.

Fan Cunhu's blade was already at his neck. If not for the sheath, the living monkey would have probably become a dead man with a light pull.

"Awesome!" Monkey sincerely gave Fan Cunhu a thumbs up, and said: "I lost."

Fan Cunhu laughed and said: "If the arena was a bit larger, my movement technique's speed would not be able to match up to Monkey Bro's."

Monkey punched Fan Cunhu and said: "A loss is a loss, there is no excuse! "Count me in on the size of the area. Unless I keep running, as long as I get close to you, there will still be a result."

Fan Cunhu scratched his head and laughed, but did not say anything more.

Monkey turned to the others and said, "Who wants to try fighting with our little tiger? I'm not optimistic about you guys anyways, haha! " As he spoke, he patted Fan Cunhu's shoulders and retreated.

"Tch!" Monkey, you're too weak! You didn't even manage to walk over one move! " Si Zhu shouted at the top of his lungs, and made a disdainful gesture at the monkey.

Monkey disdainfully replied with a middle finger. "If you have the ability, you can do it yourself. I'm afraid you won't even be able to take half a move."

"Why should I? Let me put some pressure on the back row. I said it should be the mice, right, the rats? Hehe, little tiger, big mouse, little mouse, hurry up and try it out. "

The mouse squinted his eyes and looked at Si Zhu, groaned twice, then said: "Then I'll try it out with Cun Hu, but we agreed that we won't use weapons, and I don't have anyone who can use it." As he spoke, he stood up and walked to the center of the arena.

"Alright!" Fan Cunhu promised in a muffled voice, and Monkey immediately went to catch Fan Cunhu's blade, then turned back and said to Mouse: "If you can take two more attacks, if you were to be defeated in one move, then we won't even have the face to meet face!"

"Talking too much!" Brother Shu twisted his neck, looked at Fan Cunhu and said: "Begin?"

"Begin!" Fan Cunhu nodded, he looked at Lao Shu who was standing in front of him, and assumed a very cautious and defensive posture.

Lao Shu's eyes focused. Under the dim light, his twirling eyes became especially focused. A radiance that carried the same luster was emitted from his narrowed eyes.

It was a light that only appeared when a ferocious beast prostrated itself in the grass in search of its prey's weakness. Just this gaze alone was enough to make one feel that the person in front of him was extremely dangerous.

"It's here, Cannon Hammer!" Mouse's obese body seemed to contain endless power. His body was spinning 360 degrees at an unbelievable speed, his fists were spinning extremely fast, after spinning, his right hand was like a meteor as he punched towards Fan Cunlong's abdomen.

"Lao Shu used 70% of his strength in this punch. With 30% of his strength left, he can just perfectly pull back his punch. But if he does that, I'm afraid he won't feel good." As soon as the mouse began to spin, the monkey began to tell us.

Perhaps his intention was to tell me not to be afraid of accidental injuries.

Brother Luo's punch was extremely powerful, causing Fan Cunhu to take half a step back with a heavy expression. He placed both his hands together and pressed on Brother Shu's fist, wanting to pull the force of the fist towards the ground.

But as soon as I touched it, I heard a sound like a fist hitting a sandbag.

Bang! With a loud sound, both of Fan Cunhu's hands were pushed away, the force of his punches did not decrease, and continued to rush towards Fan Cunhu's abdomen.

Fan Cunhu's face became even more solemn. He suddenly took a deep breath and directly used his lower abdomen to smash Lao Shu's fist.

Lao Shu's expression changed, I could see that he wanted to retract his fist, but Fan Cunhu's lower abdomen had already clashed with his fist.

Everyone's face were tensed, how much energy did Lao Shu's punch contain, we could feel our hearts palpitating just from watching from the sidelines, then what about Fan Cunhu who was directly struck by a fist?

Fan Cunhu's waist was bent backwards, and Lao Shu's fist continued to follow Fan Cunhu's bent waist, in a blink of an eye, Fan Cunhu's waist was bent to an unbelievable degree.

Just at that moment, the mouse's fist force was used to be old, but Fan Cunhu used his own stomach to support the mouse's fist, suddenly straightening it, the mouse's fist that previously contained an inexhaustible power seemed to become soft and weak, letting Fan Cunhu push his arm back without a trace of strength.

Fan Cunhu took the chance and struck the rat with his fist, he used a type of force, but when it landed on the rat's body, the rat's entire body trembled and actually lost all of its force, and its body did not receive any damage.

Request for leave!

He hadn't been home for half an hour, and the car he had been sitting in for nearly ten hours was about to fall apart.

He would take a leave of absence tonight and start updating as much as he could tomorrow.

Thank you for your understanding.

He bowed and left. Good dreams.