Chapter 17 1 Evil Sword
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Wan Li Yu
As soon as Zhang Yifeng said these words, Zhao Long's expression became a little more serious. He knew clearly about Zhang Yifeng in the past. He was definitely not as powerful as he is now, but he didn't know what happened. Now Zhang Yifeng seems to be lighthearted when he fights three people alone. Easy. But even though he believed a little, he still asked: "Can this boxing technique really make me stronger?"
Zhang Yifeng nodded affirmatively: "As long as you are willing to practice hard, you can never imagine how powerful it will be."
If Zhao Long really mastered this body-refining boxing technique and perfected it, he would probably be comparable to a master in the Qi-training stage. This level of cultivation in Lingyue Continent is nothing, but it is definitely a legend on Earth.
"Okay, I will practice whenever I have time. If it really makes me become better, that would be great."
Zhao Long's eyes shone with light. Because of his weak stature, he was often bullied, but if he became strong, he would not need to be afraid of anyone. He really doesn't want to become a coward who dares to be angry but dare not speak out!
Zhao Long didn't realize it at the moment, but just such a two-dollar notebook had become a heirloom of the Zhao family - "The General Principle of Zhao Family Boxing". From now on, the Zhao family will become a martial arts family, and it will be passed down from generation to generation, relying on this notebook that no one will pick up even if it is thrown on the ground.
"Well, you look at it first, and then I teach you how to make the first three postures in a standard way."
"Three postures? Do you only practice three postures today?"
"Not today, but in the next three months or even longer."
"what?"
Zhao Long was a little confused. The villains painted by Zhang Yifeng ranged from [-] to [-]. It only took three months to practice three postures and master all the postures. Wouldn't it take several years?
Shaking his head, Zhao Long began to look at the first three postures carefully. After trying it himself, he understood why Zhang Yifeng said that.
These three postures seem simple, but every detail can activate the muscles and meridians of the entire body. He can feel the pain of pulling the muscles in his body, as if they will be torn along with the meridians. Most people simply cannot bear this feeling.
"Do you feel pain? That's because your movements are not standard, that's why you feel so much pain. Now do as I say."
Zhang Yifeng's voice came and he began to personally teach Zhao Long the first three postures.
Time passed and the sky gradually turned dark. After a whole afternoon, Zhao Long was finally able to make his first gesture.
Zhao Long had a strange feeling at this moment. With this gesture, all his strength seemed to be concentrated in front of his right fist. As long as he punched out, he would have incredible power.
However, he couldn't swing his fist at all. This simple movement seemed to drain all the strength from his body. Before his fist could be released, he fell to the ground.
I don’t know how many times he fell to the ground, but Zhao Long’s character is still strong and he will stand up when he falls.
"Okay, that's it for today's practice. It won't do your body any good if you practice any more."
Zhang Yifeng's voice came and stopped Zhao Long from continuing to practice.
"Well, I see."
Zhao Long's whole body was soaked with sweat, but he did not cry out that he was tired. Instead, his eyes became hotter and hotter. He now believed Zhang Yifeng's words. This boxing technique would definitely make him powerful! He felt that all the muscles in his body were being tempered.
"You can rest for a while and go back by yourself. I have something to go out on."
It's getting dark now, it's time for Zhang Yifeng to go to Zhenbao Garden. Now he is seriously short of money. After saying this, Zhang Yifeng picked up a small box and a wrapped cloth flag placed on the bedside.
After hailing a car, Zhang Yifeng arrived at Zhenbao Garden 10 minutes later.
Treasure Garden is located in a remote basement in the city center. We know that the people here are either rich or noble. Of course, there are also some poor people who have family heirlooms and want to try their luck here and sell their things at a good price.
Zhang Yifeng was wearing a sportswear and sunglasses, paid the [-] yuan entrance fee, and entered the Treasure Garden directly.
There are not many rules in the treasure garden. Anyone can enter as long as they pay the entrance fee. If they have good things, they can also sell them. The park does not charge any fees. Because the ticket price of [-] yuan is already quite high. There are hundreds of people coming and going every day in the Zhenbao Garden. In addition to selling some drinks and desserts, the small Zhenbao Garden still earns a lot of money.
Zhang Yifeng did not immediately set up a stall to sell the talismans he refined, but took a walk around the Treasure Garden.
"Ok?"
Suddenly, Zhang Yifeng stopped at a stall selling antiques. His eyes were fixed on an ancient bronze sword that looked very old. The owner of the stall was a middle-aged man about 40 years old, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with a darkened figure and a slightly slim appearance.
Seeing someone asking about this sword, the middle-aged man's eyes immediately shone: "Little brother, have you fallen in love with this sword? This is a bronze war sword from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. If my family hadn't been short of money, I wouldn't have sold it. , the price is 80 yuan. This price is already very low. The bronze swords from the Spring and Autumn Period can even be auctioned for more than one million yuan."
Zhang Yifeng looked at the sword and frowned slightly. This sword contained a strange aura, as if there was something ominous in it.
Zhang Yifeng touched the sword, turned it over and carefully studied the rune carvings on it, and Zhang Yifeng was sure that it was a ghost sword.
This discovery made Zhang Yifeng very surprised. The ghost sword actually appeared on the earth, which shows that many years ago, there were indeed monks on the earth. The ghost sword was the sword made by the evil cultivator. After killing someone, this sword can absorb the soul and resentment of the person. The more people are killed, the more resentment and evil thoughts become. If the cultivator cannot suppress the evil thoughts of the sword, he will be backlashed by the sword and become a so-called murderer.
The ghost sword is the sword of unknown origin.
Knowing what kind of sword this was, Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "If I were you, I wouldn't think about selling this sword for a good price. I would have thrown this sword away earlier. It won't bring you any good things." If you are lucky, it will make you bankrupt, and may even bring disaster to your life. This is an ominous sword."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man's face changed, but he gritted his teeth and said: "If you don't buy it, don't talk nonsense. Don't affect my business."
Zhang Yifeng shook his head and said: "Am I talking nonsense? You know better than me. I think you only got this sword recently. After getting this sword, you can think about how your situation has become." Think about it. No one who knows a little bit about this sword will buy it."
Zhang Yifeng didn't say anything more, turned around and left. He actually wanted the sword, but he didn't have the money to buy it, and he was sure he couldn't sell it in his middle age. Unless you meet a layman who doesn't understand archeology.
Zhang Yifeng nodded affirmatively: "As long as you are willing to practice hard, you can never imagine how powerful it will be."
If Zhao Long really mastered this body-refining boxing technique and perfected it, he would probably be comparable to a master in the Qi-training stage. This level of cultivation in Lingyue Continent is nothing, but it is definitely a legend on Earth.
"Okay, I will practice whenever I have time. If it really makes me become better, that would be great."
Zhao Long's eyes shone with light. Because of his weak stature, he was often bullied, but if he became strong, he would not need to be afraid of anyone. He really doesn't want to become a coward who dares to be angry but dare not speak out!
Zhao Long didn't realize it at the moment, but just such a two-dollar notebook had become a heirloom of the Zhao family - "The General Principle of Zhao Family Boxing". From now on, the Zhao family will become a martial arts family, and it will be passed down from generation to generation, relying on this notebook that no one will pick up even if it is thrown on the ground.
"Well, you look at it first, and then I teach you how to make the first three postures in a standard way."
"Three postures? Do you only practice three postures today?"
"Not today, but in the next three months or even longer."
"what?"
Zhao Long was a little confused. The villains painted by Zhang Yifeng ranged from [-] to [-]. It only took three months to practice three postures and master all the postures. Wouldn't it take several years?
Shaking his head, Zhao Long began to look at the first three postures carefully. After trying it himself, he understood why Zhang Yifeng said that.
These three postures seem simple, but every detail can activate the muscles and meridians of the entire body. He can feel the pain of pulling the muscles in his body, as if they will be torn along with the meridians. Most people simply cannot bear this feeling.
"Do you feel pain? That's because your movements are not standard, that's why you feel so much pain. Now do as I say."
Zhang Yifeng's voice came and he began to personally teach Zhao Long the first three postures.
Time passed and the sky gradually turned dark. After a whole afternoon, Zhao Long was finally able to make his first gesture.
Zhao Long had a strange feeling at this moment. With this gesture, all his strength seemed to be concentrated in front of his right fist. As long as he punched out, he would have incredible power.
However, he couldn't swing his fist at all. This simple movement seemed to drain all the strength from his body. Before his fist could be released, he fell to the ground.
I don’t know how many times he fell to the ground, but Zhao Long’s character is still strong and he will stand up when he falls.
"Okay, that's it for today's practice. It won't do your body any good if you practice any more."
Zhang Yifeng's voice came and stopped Zhao Long from continuing to practice.
"Well, I see."
Zhao Long's whole body was soaked with sweat, but he did not cry out that he was tired. Instead, his eyes became hotter and hotter. He now believed Zhang Yifeng's words. This boxing technique would definitely make him powerful! He felt that all the muscles in his body were being tempered.
"You can rest for a while and go back by yourself. I have something to go out on."
It's getting dark now, it's time for Zhang Yifeng to go to Zhenbao Garden. Now he is seriously short of money. After saying this, Zhang Yifeng picked up a small box and a wrapped cloth flag placed on the bedside.
After hailing a car, Zhang Yifeng arrived at Zhenbao Garden 10 minutes later.
Treasure Garden is located in a remote basement in the city center. We know that the people here are either rich or noble. Of course, there are also some poor people who have family heirlooms and want to try their luck here and sell their things at a good price.
Zhang Yifeng was wearing a sportswear and sunglasses, paid the [-] yuan entrance fee, and entered the Treasure Garden directly.
There are not many rules in the treasure garden. Anyone can enter as long as they pay the entrance fee. If they have good things, they can also sell them. The park does not charge any fees. Because the ticket price of [-] yuan is already quite high. There are hundreds of people coming and going every day in the Zhenbao Garden. In addition to selling some drinks and desserts, the small Zhenbao Garden still earns a lot of money.
Zhang Yifeng did not immediately set up a stall to sell the talismans he refined, but took a walk around the Treasure Garden.
"Ok?"
Suddenly, Zhang Yifeng stopped at a stall selling antiques. His eyes were fixed on an ancient bronze sword that looked very old. The owner of the stall was a middle-aged man about 40 years old, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with a darkened figure and a slightly slim appearance.
Seeing someone asking about this sword, the middle-aged man's eyes immediately shone: "Little brother, have you fallen in love with this sword? This is a bronze war sword from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. If my family hadn't been short of money, I wouldn't have sold it. , the price is 80 yuan. This price is already very low. The bronze swords from the Spring and Autumn Period can even be auctioned for more than one million yuan."
Zhang Yifeng looked at the sword and frowned slightly. This sword contained a strange aura, as if there was something ominous in it.
Zhang Yifeng touched the sword, turned it over and carefully studied the rune carvings on it, and Zhang Yifeng was sure that it was a ghost sword.
This discovery made Zhang Yifeng very surprised. The ghost sword actually appeared on the earth, which shows that many years ago, there were indeed monks on the earth. The ghost sword was the sword made by the evil cultivator. After killing someone, this sword can absorb the soul and resentment of the person. The more people are killed, the more resentment and evil thoughts become. If the cultivator cannot suppress the evil thoughts of the sword, he will be backlashed by the sword and become a so-called murderer.
The ghost sword is the sword of unknown origin.
Knowing what kind of sword this was, Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "If I were you, I wouldn't think about selling this sword for a good price. I would have thrown this sword away earlier. It won't bring you any good things." If you are lucky, it will make you bankrupt, and may even bring disaster to your life. This is an ominous sword."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man's face changed, but he gritted his teeth and said: "If you don't buy it, don't talk nonsense. Don't affect my business."
Zhang Yifeng shook his head and said: "Am I talking nonsense? You know better than me. I think you only got this sword recently. After getting this sword, you can think about how your situation has become." Think about it. No one who knows a little bit about this sword will buy it."
Zhang Yifeng didn't say anything more, turned around and left. He actually wanted the sword, but he didn't have the money to buy it, and he was sure he couldn't sell it in his middle age. Unless you meet a layman who doesn't understand archeology.
