He has sharp eyes, a cold expression and is wearing a black suit.
He lowered his head slightly, not looking at Chiba Bingbu opposite him, but staring at the ground under his feet.
Holding a simple long sword, he looks like a peerless master. You can imagine him as a young version of Ye Gucheng or a black-clad version of Ximen Chuixue-----
If you ignore his chubby figure.
"Yes. I want to challenge you." Fang Yingxiong said proudly.
"Raise your head." Chiba Hyobu said. What's wrong with this challenger? You always keep your head down like this. You always want people to see what you look like and whether it's worth it for you to draw your sword.
"No," Fang Yingxiong said firmly. If he said he would not lift it, he would not lift it. There was no room for negotiation on this matter.
"Why is this?" Qianye Bingbu was aroused by his curiosity. Could it be that this was a new fighting method that had just become popular in China
Qianye Bingbu had such a good habit. He was well-informed, had a strong memory, and was eager to learn new things. No matter what kind of fighting method or skill, he was willing to appreciate it. He discarded the dross and took the essence. In the end, he took all those things as his own. He took the strengths of hundreds of schools and achieved the glory of the Sword God.
"No reason, just think of it as my neck being sprained-----" Fang Yingxiong said. He didn't want to look up. Because he heard from his junior uncle that when he saw Qianye Bingbu, he felt like he couldn't attack.
Since even the junior master couldn't make a move when he saw this old monster, then I couldn't make a move either. Fang Yingxiong thought hard and finally found a way to deal with Qianye Bingbu: I won't look at you.
I don't even look at you, so you can just attack naturally, right
Fang Yingxiong felt that he was so damn smart.
Qianye Bingbu stared at Fang Yingxiong and looked at him with a little bit of boredom. He took a sip of tea from the small teapot and said, "I was expecting a fight, but I didn't expect it to be two naughty kids. That kid should come out too."
Fang Haohan, who was also wearing a black shirt, came out from the corner of the yard and said to Fang Yingxiong angrily, "He called me a kid. How am I a kid? Don't stop me. I want to fight him to the death."
After Fang Yingxiong came out, Qingyin, dressed in black with his entire head covered in a hat, also walked out from the darkness.
He had been monitoring Fang Haohan just now, but this guy didn't make any unusual movements, so he didn't act rashly. After all, this is China, and they still have some concerns. If it were in Japan, if someone dared to pry into the privacy of the Sword God's family like this, he would have chopped off his head with a knife.
Qingyin walked up to Qianye Bingbu and said in Japanese: "I have searched and there are no suspicious people around."
Fang Yingxiong was very dissatisfied with Fang Haohan's attitude and said, "Fang Haohan, I have now entered the decisive battle state, the Qi is filling my Dantian, and the man and the sword are one. Do you know that talking to me at this time will affect my fighting spirit? What's more annoying is that you actually come to tell me a joke---"
Fang Haohan felt very aggrieved and said, "I didn't tell a joke."
Qianye Bingbu was speechless about the two challengers and said, "Please go back. You are no match for me."
He didn't see any danger from them, and he didn't even have the heart to attack them. When he first became famous, such challengers would come to him every day, at least 800 if not 1,000. Later, when his fame grew, those people suddenly disappeared.
I didn't expect that I would have a Chinese person come to challenge me shortly after arriving in Huaxia --- and this level of opponent. It's so boring.
choke!
Fang Yingxiong drew out the long sword in his hand swiftly, still not looking into Qianye Bingbu's eyes, and said: "Let's get started. I will cut you down with my sword and establish my undefeated reputation."
Qingyin was angry, and said to Qianye Bingbu in a deep voice: "Master, Qingyin wants to fight."
"Forget it." Qianye Bingbu said. He knew Qingyin's methods. If he allowed him to go to war, I'm afraid neither of the two boys would be able to return. Killing people here is a taboo, there is really no need to get angry over a few children.
Chiba Hyobu held the small teapot in his hand and turned back leisurely.
Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan were both dumbfounded. Chiba Bingbu was unwilling to compete with them
"Hero, what should I do?" Fang Haohan said anxiously. "If he doesn't fight you, how can I shoot?"
"How should I know what to do?" Fang Yingxiong said unhappily.
Fang Yan was injured, the bullet passed through his body.
Although his life was not in danger and it would not even affect Fang Yan's normal work of teaching students, Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan, who were both from martial arts families, understood that this was a very fatal thing for a duelist who was about to compete with a master.
It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. The bullet didn't kill Fang Yan, but it drained his blood. Blood and energy are strong, without blood and energy, how can a man be strong
Of course, if Fang Yan was competing with someone of Fang Yingxiong's level, Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan wouldn't be worried at all. They knew very well that even now, they couldn't beat Junior Uncle.
However, the one competing with Junior Uncle-Master was actually a master who had entered the Absolute Stage - the Absolute Stage. I'm afraid you'll never see such a strong man in your entire life.
In this case, the bullet had a great impact on Fang Yan. Without a peaceful state of mind and a healthy body, without a full spirit, without a high morale, without a strong desire to survive at the risk of one's life - how could Fang Yan win
Fang Yan's wound was bandaged by Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan, who also diligently changed the dressing. Fang Yingxiong once unintentionally asked if the competition could be postponed or even cancelled since the injury was so serious. Fang Yan shook his head and said it could not be cancelled or postponed.
Fang Haohan said that we should just not go. Could he still go to the school and hurt someone? Fang Yan shook his head and said, the news of my martial arts competition with Qianye Bingbu has been spread by someone with ulterior motives. The first person Qianye Bingbu challenged after coming to China was me. Now it is not just a martial arts competition between me and Qianye Bingbu, but a martial arts competition between Chinese warriors and Japanese warriors. I can lose and die. But I can't not go.
Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan were really anxious. Fang Yan said that he could lose or die, but Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan didn't want Fang Yan to die. After thinking about it again and again, they decided to go to Qianye Bingbu for a competition first.
Fang Yingxiong took the initiative to challenge Qianye Bingbu as a human shield, while Fang Haohan secretly filmed with a DV camera. Whether Qianye Bingbu injured Fang Yingxiong or killed Fang Yingxiong, he could not show up, and then took the DV camera to call the police. When the police arrested Qianye Bingbu or deported him, wouldn't Junior Master Uncle no longer have to participate in that game
For Fang Yan, they are not afraid of losing, nor are they afraid of death.
Their design was ingenious, but Chiba Hyobu was simply unwilling to make a move.
Fang Yingxiong roared and rushed towards Qianye Bingbu with a sword in hand.
He was very fast, and used the Fang style plum blossom step with all his strength.
boom!
Fang Yingxiong's body flew backwards.
Chiba Hyobu did not take action, and Qingyin and Chiba Haowu did not take action either.
Fang Yingxiong covered his stomach and coughed violently. Fang Haohan shouted in surprise: "Miss Ye-----"
Ye Wenrou, wearing a black leather jacket and with flying short hair, stood in front of Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan. Seeing the sword in Fang Yingxiong's hand and the DV camera in Fang Haohan's hand, she became even more angry. She slapped Fang Yingxiong on the head and asked in a crisp and arrogant voice, "Who came up with this evil idea again?"
Fang Yingxiong didn't dare to hide, and quickly explained: "It's not me, it's really not me-----"
Snapped!
Ye Wenrou slapped him on the head again and said, "How dare you lie?"
"Ms. Ye-----"
Snapped!
Ye Wenrou slapped him on the head again.
"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me-----" Fang Yingxiong covered his head and howled. "I confess, it was me. It was what I thought. Miss Ye, stop hitting me, I was about to confess just now."
"I know." Ye Wenrou looked as if she understood. "I'm used to it. I think it would be more rhythmic to spank you three times."
"--------" Fang Yingxiong opened his mouth and stared at Ye Wenrou, the Tyrannosaurus, for a long time without being able to speak. Do you have to have a sense of rhythm when you hit someone
Seeing Ye Wenrou staring at the DV camera in his hand, Fang Haohan's pale face turned even paler. He quickly hid the DV camera behind his back, but soon remembered that doing so would only insult Miss Ye's intelligence, so he quickly took it out and said with a smile: "Miss Ye, this is all Fang Yingxiong's idea----Actually, I don't agree with it. I strongly opposed it, but he threatened me with force. I had no choice but to come here with him------"
boom!
Before Fang Haohan could finish his words, his body flew backwards.
Ye Wenrou clapped her hands and snorted, "Although Fang Yingxiong's idea is a little stupid and he looks a little mean, at least his intentions are good. The Fang family raised you and taught you, but you are not willing to make even this little sacrifice, and you drag others down everywhere and betray your friends. If this wasn't in front of outsiders, I would beat you to death."
Fang Yingxiong nodded repeatedly, smiling so much that his eyebrows were visible but his eyes were not.
Ye Wenrou waved her hand and said, "Go away. Don't let me see you again."
Fang Haohan got up from the ground, ran to Fang Yingxiong and said, "Yingxiong, she told us to get out - this is insulting us. Should we be angry?"
Fang Yingxiong slapped Fang Haohan on the head and cursed, "What's the point of being angry?"
Influenced by Ye Wenrou, Fang Yingxiong also fell in love with this sport of hitting people on the head. You know what, it really has a sense of rhythm when it is smoked. It is very refreshing.
Fang Haohan thought about it and said, "Then I won't be angry anymore." (To be continued)