"Hiss!" A sound of gasping for air conditioning.

The owner of the voice is a teenager.

The young man is about the same age as Shen Houbai, and he is only fifteen or sixteen years old. He is nothing else, but he is the Zhang family Xiaowei and Zhang Xiaowei who Chen Ge said before.

"Hou...Hou Bai, what a beautiful knife!"

Zhang Xiaowei came to Chen Houbai to say goodbye. As Chen Houbai said, he was taken to the General Academy of the Martial Arts in the Imperial Capital by the owner of the Martial Arts Court in Wuling County.

But as soon as he came, he was attracted by the "Cicada Wing" placed by Chen Houbai on the bed. Not to mention the "Cicada Wing" itself, it was the scabbard, a rising dragon carved on it, the hideous and terrifying dragon head, the dragon eyes inlaid with gems, and the appearance of fangs and claws. Under Shen Ge's "Craftsmanship", a domineering aura came to his face, which made Zhang Xiaowei unable to help but want to touch it.

But before Zhang Xiaowei met the "Cicada Wing", Chen Houbai suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Xiaowei with Chen Houbai's cold eyes. Although he grew up together, Zhang Xiaowei was still gasping for air conditioning by Chen Houbai.

"kindness!"

Chen Houbai responded coldly.

Zhang Xiaowei didn't mind this because he knew that Chen Houbai was already very polite. If it were someone else, he would probably not even have a "happy".

"By the way, Hou Bai, the people from the General Courtyard are here. As early as tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, I will go to the imperial capital!"

Zhang Xiaowei seemed a little reluctant to say.

"Good luck!" Despite the blessing, Chen Houbai still seemed very cold.

"Then... I'll go back!"

"Uncle, I'm back!"

After greeting Chen Ge who was leaning against the door frame, Zhang Xiaowei left the blacksmith shop.

When Zhang Xiaowei left, Chen Ge said with a little playfulness while smoking a dry tobacco: "You guy, you'll have no friends!"

"I don't need friends!" Chen Houbai answered neatly.

"Where are you going?"

"Do you want to wait for you to have supper?"

"Boy, I'm so cool to me!" Even Chen Ge could only shake his head helplessly for his son's coldness.

...

The sunset is setting, but the afterglow of the sunset still gives a warm feeling when it is shining on your face.

"Lin Po, give me a meatball!"

Standing in front of a roadside stall, Chen Houbai took out a few tung seeds and said to the old lady in front of the stall.

"Hou Bai!"

"Here, your meatballs!"

Sitting on a bench in front of the stall, Chen Houbai ate the most famous Lin Po meatballs of this generation.

But at this moment.

"Oh, little kid, this knife is pretty good!"

The person who spoke was a young man in gorgeous clothes, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old. He was carrying a long sword inlaid with gems around his waist. He seemed to be the young master of a wealthy family.

But he is not a familiar face, he thinks he should be a foreigner.

Chen Houbai ignored the other party and after eating Lin Po’s meatballs, he stood up and prepared to leave.

but……

"Tell me the price, how much is it!"

While speaking, the two people who came with the young man stood on both sides of Chen Houbai, looking a little unkind.

"No!" Chen Hou Bai Guang glanced at the young man and said.

"Not selling? What a cute guy!"

A fierce look appeared on the young man's face, "Haha, I don't believe it... There is nothing in this world that money can't buy!"

Before he finished speaking, the person standing on Shen Houbai's right said.

"Do you know who we are?"

Pointing to his chest, the speaker raised an arc on the corner of his mouth.

With the finger of the speaker, Chen Houbai learned their origin. They were from the Martial Arts Academy, and one or two of them could be seen from the word "Mart" embroidered on their clothes.

In addition, there is also a word "Zhong" after the character "Wu", which together means "Zhong" which means these three people are from the Imperial Capital General Court.

The General Academy of the Martial Arts Academy is a place where people are mixed together. It does not mean that there are no good people there, but they will definitely not account for the majority. It is a place where people speak with their strength. As long as you have the strength, even if you are a villain, you can turn a blind eye to the senior management of the Martial Arts Academy.

Therefore, over time, if you want to gain a foothold in the General Office, you have to be crueler than others, eviler than others, and better than others.

Therefore, I am very unfriendly to the new disciples of the General Academy. Fortunately, the General Academy has a rule that the first three years of new disciples are in a state of protection. To put it bluntly, it is to give you three years to practice, but if you want to avoid being bullied in three years, it depends on your ability.

Although it is cruel, the benefits are obvious, even if the weak will be eliminated, there is no exception. Even if you are a royal relative, you can still make you cry and call your parents.

In a sense, the Martial Arts Academy is a very equal place. As long as your fist is ‘big enough’, you can even ride on the head of a certain prince to shit.

Back to the point, as Chen Houbai saw the identities of several people, they thought Chen Houbai would submit to it, but...

"Little devil, this knife... are you selling it or not..."

As he spoke, the young man had already put one hand on the hilt of the long sword he was slung around his waist.

Chen Houbai then looked at the young man, then looked at the left and right sides, as if he was following the men.

"Are you finished speaking?"

A cold light flashed in his eyes. As Chen Houbai held the knife's hand, his thumb pushed up the knife's grid, and a cold light passed by...

"Ah, kill, kill someone!" Lin Po next to him was startled. The young man still showed fierceness on his face, but one of his arms had fallen to the ground.

After about a breath, the young man reacted and then opened his eyes widened and started to scream.

"Ah! I...my hand, damn, damn beast, kill him, kill him!"

The young man covered his broken arm with his other hand and was hysterical. He didn't notice that when he covered the wound with his other hand, his hand was immediately covered with a layer of frost...

"Md, dare to do it, I think you are tired of living!"

As the young man became hysterical, the other two who seemed to followers immediately pulled the sword they were wearing, but they did not really draw the sword, because just as they reached out to pull it, as two more cold lights passed by, their hands that drew the sword fell to the ground, and for a moment, screams changed from one to three.

At this time, Chen Houbai unexpectedly discovered that he drew three times, from the original 5,000 times to 5,003 times.

Does this mean that a billion times of drawing swords does not necessarily mean a demon, but a human being can do it, as long as it is in actual combat?

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