Chapter 752 Sword Manual (Part 2)

Chu Li snorted, "So you're also pretending to be confused."

"It's best to be confused." Guo Shan said, "It's just making yourself unhappy if you make everything so clear... You go back, you're enlightened now, don't open your mouth to offend others!"

Chu Li curled his lips and said, "I can say whatever I want, just leave them alone! What are you afraid of, this bunch of trash!"

"Let's go!" Guo Shan waved his hands and said angrily.

It's really easy to change the country, and it's hard to change the nature. No matter how smart you are, you should be as stupid as you should be. With his personality, he will suffer a lot sooner or later!

"Then let's go to the gang together tomorrow." Chu Li said, "I'll stand up for you and see who dares to refuse!"

"Okay." Guo Shan waved his hand.

He was also quite satisfied, with such a thug as Zhao Dahe, it saved him a lot of time.

To become a incense master, of course one must have one's most loyal subordinates. Zhao Dahe is a sword, although he has a distasteful personality, but it does work.

In the early morning of the next day, Chu Li was practicing swords in his yard.

He found a secret book in the house called Zhao Family Sword Art.

The secret book is hidden under a brick, and almost no one can find it except myself.

He has the wisdom of the great circle mirror, can see through the inside and outside, and saw this sword art.

This knife formula is not the top one, but it also has unique features. It is only divided into three styles, the mountain-cutting style, the flat river style, and the Yin-pushing style.

As long as these three styles are well matched, it is an exquisite sword technique, and if the combination is not good, it is a mediocre sword technique.

Compared with the Seven Styles of the Divine Sword, this Zhao Family Sword Art is much worse. Without the energy storage, acceleration, and intimidation of the Seventh Form of the Divine Sword, the speed of the sword will not be accelerated, but the victory lies in the simplicity and effectiveness of the knife style, which can fully exert its power. The cultivation base of a swordsman.

Chu Li now positions himself as a character with no internal strength but infinite strength.

The Kurong Sutra kept him in a state of emptiness, using the empty land as his dantian, but his own dantian turned into a void. From the looks of others, he doesn't know martial arts and has never cultivated internal strength, so he is vulnerable.

The reason why I let myself become a person with no internal strength and only rely on strength to win is because the Guangming Sacred Sect has strict requirements for accepting disciples, has extremely high requirements for qualifications, and cannot practice other martial arts, and cannot bring art as a teacher.

Therefore, if he wants to become a disciple of the Holy Cult of Light, he can't reach the level of innateness, but can only be suppressed in the realm of acquired, and it is even better to have no internal strength. Coupled with his tyrannical body, his strength is infinite, so it is the easiest to enter the Holy Cult of Light.

"Squeak!" The completely new courtyard door was pushed open.

The gate of the courtyard had been replaced by someone from Guo Shan, and it immediately became different. The house was no longer dilapidated, and the things in the original house were also sent back. It is said that there were many things, including the broken knife in his hand.

There was a crack in this broken knife, which seemed to be caused by chopping on a stone. The blade was faintly rusty, which was due to the poor quality of the knife, and the neglect of maintenance on the blade, as it had not been greased.

"Let's go!" Guo Shan walked in on crutches.

Chu Li said: "I have finished practicing this set of sword skills!"

Guo Shan stood aside watching him swing the saber, shook his head and said, "Your saber technique..."

"This is the Zhao Family Knife!" Chu Li snorted as he swung the knife, "My ancestors were top-notch swordsmen, powerful and powerful, and this set of Zhao Family Knife became famous all over the world!"

"I've never heard of the Zhao family knife." Guo Shan shook his head and said, "Your knife is so strong and fierce, you have to combine strength and softness."

"The Zhao family's sword is based on strength and fierceness." Chu Li said.

Guo Shan said: "Okay, Gang Meng, Gang Meng, it's getting late, it's time to go to the gang!"

"Okay." Chu Li withdrew the knife.

He returned the knife to its sheath and put it on his waist: "Master Guo Xiang, it's time for you to get me a good knife!"

"No problem." Guo Shan readily agreed.

Although he was walking on crutches, he was not slow in walking. After all, he was a congenitally perfect master, and his inner strength was still there.

The two walked west for two miles, then turned north, set foot on the North-South Avenue, walked to the center of the town, and then went east into a large house.

Once inside, there is a spacious training ground, with nearly a hundred people, it is extremely lively.

Some are practicing knives, some are practicing swords, and few are practicing palms.

Acquired masters practice weapons, and innate masters practice punching and kicking, but most innate masters also practice weapons, after all, weapons are more powerful.

Seeing Guo Shan and Chu Li, everyone on the field greeted them from time to time.

"Old Guo, how is your recovery?"

"Old Guo, are you really lame?"

"It's good to be lame!"

"You should get an iron crutch, which can be turned into a weapon."

Guo Shan greeted them with a smile.

As for Zhao Dahe, they just glanced at him, no one talked to him, Zhao Dahe's words were choking, talking to him was asking for trouble.

The deputy gang leader Meng Ya and the three incense masters came over and said in a loud voice: "Everyone is here, I announce an order from the gang leader. Starting today, Guo Shan will become the incense master and replace Wu Xiangzhu's seat!"

"What?!" Everyone was taken aback.

Meng Ya said: "Guo Shan is an old man in the gang, and he does his best. This injury is also for our chivalrous gang. We are all saddened by Wu Xiangzhu's death, but there is no shortage of Xiangzhu's seat. Guo Shan is The most suitable candidate, so starting today, Guo Shan is the new fragrance master!"

"I don't agree!" A tall and strong young man said loudly: "Old Guo has made great achievements through hard work, but now that his martial arts have retreated, Xiangzhu's martial arts should be the strongest. A cripple who becomes Xiangzhu is simply a joke, embarrassing to our chivalrous gang! "

Standing in the crowd, he stands out like a crane among chickens, extraordinarily conspicuous.

Chu Li took a step forward and shouted, "He Yingju, what are you farting!"

"Zhao Dahe, you're just farting, what am I wrong about?" He Yingju snorted angrily, "You fool, what are you doing to join in the fun, get out of the way!"

"I, Zhao Dahe, let go of my words here. Old Guo is the incense master. If anyone is not convinced, he will come at me, and I will hit one!" Chu Li patted his chest and said loudly: "Come if you have the guts!"

"What a big tone!" He Yingju was tall and strong, like an iron tower, and Chu Li was like an adult and a child in front of him, sneering: "If you have an adventure, you can turn the world upside down?"

"If I don't beat the shit out of you, my surname is not Zhao!" Chu Li said loudly.

"Looking for death!" He Yingju pushed aside the crowd, came to Chu Li, and slapped him. His big palm-like hand was fast and ruthless, trying to slap Chu Li away and make him shut up his stinky mouth.

Chu Li punched out.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, Chu Li clapped his palm on his big hand.

He Yingju staggered back two steps, hurriedly shook his hands, the pain was severe.

Chu Li followed up with a punch.

"Bang!" He Yingju reached out to block it, but was sent flying three meters away and fell heavily to the ground.

Chu Li came to him, stepped on his chest, and sneered triumphantly: "The surname is He, are you convinced?"

"Fuck you!" He Yingju blushed and snorted angrily.

Chu Li stepped on his toes all the way down.

He Yingju felt that his bones were creaking, and he was in pain. He struggled a few times, but his feet were as heavy as a mountain, and he struggled in vain.

The creaking became louder and louder, and the bones were about to break.

Chu Li's triangular eyes glowed with a fierce cold light, and he stared at him: "Are you convinced?"

"If you dare, you will trample me to death!" He Yingju yelled.

"Then trample you to death!" Chu Li said coldly.

He Yingju gritted his teeth tightly, unwilling to scream and moan, but felt that his bones were really broken, and he was in extreme pain.

Chu Li didn't let go of his feet, but was still stepping down.

Guo Shan shook his head and said, "Zhao Dahe, forget it!"