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"Fourth Elder Martial Brother, Lingfeng doesn't dare, but this man is my Qingcheng disciple after all. Lingfeng can't watch Elder Martial Brother harm his fellow disciples. I think it's right for Lingfeng to go to Shifu." The bearer said lightly. Hearing the man's words, Ying's face changed and he snorted coldly, "Don't press me with Shifu. Xu Laoba, wait and see!"! Hum Then he took back the steel sword, sneered at the man and turned away from the woods. The bearer sighed lightly when he saw Ying Yantian leaving. Then he turned to Zhao Fuchen and said, "Younger Martial Brother, are you all right?" "It's okay." Zhao Fuchen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ying Yantian leaving. He looked carefully at the man who had saved his life. His handsome face, slender and tall figure, and the occasional trace of melancholy on his face, Zhao Fuchen could not help admiring his good appearance. That's good. As he spoke, the young man took out a small bottle from his bosom and handed it to Zhao Fuchen, saying, "This is the medicine for golden sores. It will help you with your injuries, Younger Martial Brother." "Thank you." Zhao Fuchen was not polite. After thanking him,x56 line pipe, he put it away and then asked, "What's your name, Elder Martial Brother?" "Xu Lingfeng, Younger Martial Brother, if you have nothing to do, go back early!"! You'd better not come here again. Xu Lingfeng frowned and said something. Zhao Fuchen knew that he was afraid that Ying Huan Tian would come to deal with him,x56 line pipe, so he nodded to show that he knew. Seeing this, Xu Lingfeng just nodded slightly and turned away. Xu Lingfeng, you saved my life, and I will repay you. Zhao Fuchen looked at the tall and straight figure of the virtual spirit wind leaving, and said silently in his heart. Episode 1 Qingcheng Youth Travel Chapter 4 Qingcheng Twenty-four Swords After returning to his residence, Zhao Fuchen treated the injuries on his body and began to think carefully. In terms of his martial arts, he must be a senior disciple of Qingcheng. Although he was lucky to be saved by Xu Lingfeng today, what about the next time? It's hard to say whether there is such good luck. Thinking of this, Zhao Fuchen clenched his fists tightly, and his thoughts turned sharply. He was only a junior disciple now. Even if he died, it was estimated that he would not be noticed. The best way now was to become a senior disciple of the Qingcheng Sect. As long as he worshipped a certain elder, he would not dare to harm himself in Qingcheng at least. Qingcheng faction every three years will be held in the big than the school, 316 stainless steel plate ,uns s32750 sheet, in the big than although the elders and senior disciples of the most attractive, but the junior disciples than between the big is also a very important part, once in nearly a thousand junior disciples than in front of the place, will be the elders of the door or even the master income under the door to become senior disciples of Qingcheng faction. And Zhao Fuchen's idea now is to compete in Qingcheng three months later. It seems that these three months can only be a man with his tail between his legs. "Humph!" Zhao Fuchen said bad luck in his heart. For the sake of his own life, he had made up his mind to stand out in the Qingcheng competition three months later. For the next three months, Zhao Fuchen practiced swordsmanship in the place where he lived in addition to his daily morning practice. Not only did he not go to the mountain spring in the forest, but he did not dare to go to other places in the back hill, for fear that he would be met by Ying Yantian and lose his life. Three months passed quickly in the practice of swordsmanship. Although the twenty-four swords of Qingcheng did not make much progress, after the last actual combat with Yingtian, the seven-star sword and the thirteen styles of flying sword became more skilled. Qingcheng School, big playground. Unlike in the past when the playground began to be sparse after the morning practice, the people on the playground gathered more and more after the morning practice today. When Zhao Fuchen came to the playground, he was full of people. There must be more than a thousand people here, and it will be an illegal assembly in the 21st century! The ear is full of noisy voices, Zhao Fuchen in the heart not only the belly of a sentence. Zhao Fuchen did not dare to neglect, and finally came to the corner of the big playground to get a sign to participate in the big competition, and then went to one side to wait. I guess it's not my turn before lunch. Zhao Fuchen took a look at the number on the sign and was a little depressed. He just wanted to go back and practice his sword first, when an old voice gradually covered the whole playground. "Silence! Today is the day of the big competition inside the gate. Disciples must keep quiet to ensure that the next big competition can go smoothly. If anyone dares to make a loud noise, the Hall of Punishment will not be polite." Zhao Fuchen looked up and saw that it was the old man with a white beard who would stand on the big playground every time he practiced early. The old man talked for half an hour before he announced the start of the big competition. In the first three days of the competition, the senior disciples and elders inside the gate will not appear, except for the old man with white beard, as long as some disciples of the Hall of Punishment maintain order. The Qingcheng competition is an elimination system. In three days, there are still dozens of junior disciples left, and the rest have been eliminated, waiting for the next Qingcheng competition three years later. It was a close call. It seems that we can't do it if we don't work hard next time. After three days of competition, Zhao Fuchen also became one of the last remaining dozens of people, from the first day of easy victory to the third day of the bitter battle to win, Zhao Fuchen heart gradually had a trace of dignity. These dozens of people can be said to be the best of the younger generation of Qingcheng School. Although Zhao Fuchen has a higher understanding of the moves because of his soul, he has no more advantages. If he hadn't used the immature Qingcheng Twenty-four Swords to win in the final battle today, he might have been eliminated. Of course, Zhao Fuchen did not know that the first wisp of True Qi he had cultivated was more pure than ordinary disciples, after all, he could not see the difference with his knowledge, but he could use the twenty-four swords of Qingcheng entirely because of this reason, if it were other junior disciples, it would be impossible to use the twenty-four swords of Qingcheng with their internal force. This is also the reason why the junior disciples of Qingcheng Sect seldom choose the Seven Star Sword to practice, because even if they practice the Thirteen Styles of Flying Sword,316l stainless steel pipe, they are no match for Songfeng Swordsmanship, and their internal force can not practice the Twenty-four Swords of Qingcheng, and no one can practice the Seven Star Sword. lksteelpipe.com