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The next day, Zhang Ye took some clothes and debris to Zhang Que and Zhang Qing and went to a small gathering more than 100 miles away from Sanhe Town, which was a gathering point set by Qingsang Zhang's family.

Before leaving, Zhang Ye asked someone to hand over the four Qi Gathering Pills to his mother. This was also the last bit of thought that Zhang Ye gave to his mother before leaving. From then on, Zhang Ye will devote himself to martial arts, but I am afraid he will never come back again.

The wild continent is vast and boundless, with many countries, and major forces roaming among them. And the ones that form these forces are families. The Zhang family in Qingsangcheng is a small family.

The Zhang family in Qingsang City not only has strong power in Qingsang City, but also has more than 30 branches of more than a thousand miles around. These branches were established by the Qingsang Zhang family, such as the Zhang family in Sanhe Town, which is a very ordinary branch of the Zhang family.

When Zhang Ye and the other two arrived at this small gathering, they found that few people had arrived at the meeting point, so the three of them chose a stone bench and sat on it to regulate their breathing and wait.

More than half an hour later, more and more people rushed here. Most of these people who could stand out from the branches were in the early stage of the third level of martial arts, and only two or three were still at the peak of the second level of martial arts. Most of them were fifteen or sixteen years old, and some were younger, only fourteen or five years old.

Most of the people who can practice to this level at this age are highly regarded by themselves. When these people came here, none of them took the initiative to say hello to the others. They just found a position to sit cross-legged and waited quietly.

In the following time, more than ten groups of people came to this gathering point one after another, and now the number of people gathered has reached hundreds. With more than one person, the stone chairs on this gathering point are not enough, and more than a dozen late-comers had to stand outside.

Zhang Ye has been paying attention to the people at the gathering site. One of them was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy in white, with a arrogant attitude and a strong aura on his body. This person should be what Zhang Qing called the number one young master Zhang Yuhu. And the tall black-skinned boy holding a thick steel stick exuded a sense of hostility all over his body, and it is likely that Zhang Dahong from Jushi Town.

Among the young masters, Zhang Ye has never seen Zhang Yang, who ranks third. Zhang Ye guessed that this person should have not arrived yet.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, three more people came. The three of them were headed by a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy in leather armor. What is impressive is that although this person is young, he has white hair on his head and looks quite strange.

Zhang Ye paid attention to this person's lower plate and found that this person's lower plate was as steady as a mountain, but as elegance as the wind while walking, thinking, "This person's lower plate skills are very deep. It seems that Zhang Yang, who ranks third and is famous for his fallen leaves, is known for his fallen leaves."

The white-haired boy glanced at the gathering point for a week and found that the stone chair had been seated, and his brows frowned. At this time, a strong boy next to him also looked around and finally focused his eyes on Zhang Ye.

Although the people in this gathering site are all young people, they are all ages. Zhang Ye is only thirteen years old, and staying among a group of teenagers aged 15 or 16 is very eye-catching.

The strong boy strides forward and comes to Zhang Ye's side, saying rudely: "Boy, give me a gift! We're going to want this chair."

Zhang Ye frowned slightly, knowing that this person saw that he was young and thought he was easy to bully, so he came to the door. He opened his eyes slowly, and Zhang Ye said lightly: "I sat on this chair first, why should I give it to you?"

Zhang Ye traveled far away for the first time. Although he didn't want to cause trouble, he was not afraid of the incident. The strength of the wild world is respected and everything depends on his fists to speak. At this time, you must never regress. Otherwise, others will not only not thank you, but will laugh at you. And the onlookers will look down on you from the bottom of their hearts.

"Why give it to me?" The strong boy pulled the flesh on his face, raised the fist in his hand, and laughed: "Just with my fist! Boy, my fist is thicker than your thighs. If you don't obey, I have to punch you."

This strong boy has the strength of the early stage of the third level of martial arts. As his fists swayed, his hands were tilted, like fried beans, which sounded very terrifying.

Seeing this strong young man snatching up chairs openly, everyone looked at him. Even the number one Zhang Yuhu and the number two Zhang Dahong also turned their attention to him, and everyone was watching how Zhang Ye responded.

Zhang Ye's experience is far beyond his peers, and he is not nervous because of everyone's eyes. Looking at the fist of the strong boy, Zhang Ye said lightly: "I'm sitting here to adjust my breathing. You come up to disturb me for nothing. This is a mistake. After disturbing me, he threatens me again. This is another mistake. If you make two mistakes, I'll kill you two times."

"Kill me twice? Boy, you haven't woken up yet? Haha..." The strong boy opened his mouth and laughed a few times when he heard Zhang Ye's words. He was about to laugh a few times. Suddenly, he saw Zhang Ye standing up his palm and slashing him with one knife!

Zhang Ye’s hand knife can only be described in one word, that is—fast!

Zhang Ye once practiced the knife under the waterfall for several months. One of the benefits he got was that he had a quick knife. After practicing Qingfeng Slash to the point of perfection, Zhang Ye's speed of firing out the knife was even faster.

In the nearly ten days of fighting with Zhang Chengtian and the Great Elder, Zhang Ye went further in his sword technique, silently speaking, but very powerful. This hand knife was made from Zhang Ye imitating the moves in the Great Elder Qiu Song Yingfeng Palm. There was no sign of warning before the action. After the action, it seemed like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, both fast and weird.

"Bor!"

The strong boy only felt a pain in his thigh, and he was already hit by Zhang Ye's hand knife. His thigh was slashed by the hand knife, and blood splashed out and almost fell to the ground.

The strong boy had no time to complain about pain, because Zhang Ye's second hand knife came again! This hand knife was still so fast, so cruel, so weird!

After all, the strong young man was also a master of martial arts. After being hit by Zhang Ye with a knife, his intention to underestimate the enemy had already dissipated. Seeing Zhang Ye slashing with one hand, he quickly sealed his hands, just blocking the second knife that Zhang Ye then slashed over.

"Puff!" Zhang Ye's hand knife slashed onto the strong boy's palms.

Zhang Ye's hand knife was aroused, while the strong boy responded in a hurry. As soon as the two of them intersected their palms, the huge force immediately forced the tall and strong boy backed back several steps, and his hands were burning. When he lifted it up, he saw a faint blood mark on the back of his hand.

Repel the enemy with two swords!

Zhang Ye's two hand swords were not predicted at all when he took action. After taking action, he was as fast as a meteor, showing a very solid foundation in martial arts. Those who had been paying attention to Zhang Ye's movements all their eyes lit up after seeing Zhang Ye's two hand swords. Zhang Dahong, who was holding a steel stick in his hand, had a strong sense of fighting in his eyes, and he wanted to go forward immediately and fight Zhang Ye.

"Boy, you dare to attack me. You are seeking death!" The strong boy never expected that he was forced to retreat in a hurry by the other party's two casual hand knifes. His face immediately became very ugly. He stepped out two steps, raised one palm, and slapped him straight at Zhang Ye.

Seeing the man rushing towards him, Zhang Ye raised his eyebrows and thought to himself: "This rash man seems to be unaware of his advancement and retreat if he doesn't show him a little bit!" His body flashed slightly, fell to the ground, his palms stood up, and a basic knife technique was slashed out.
Chapter completed!