Proud Sword Rebirth

Maybe God didn't want the plot to hurt Qi to succeed, or Yi Chen's character exploded. In short, these drunkards inadvertently leaked their plan to hurt Qi, and they let Yi Chen, the person involved, know about it.

Walking to the end of the alley in silence, Yi Chen turned his head and looked at the hut and saw the drunken figures.

After a few breaths, Yi Chen turned around and left without saying a word.

After a while, Yi Chen returned to the house and found that there was a wave of people of unknown origin outside the house. They were looking around. As soon as they saw Yi Chen's figure, they immediately shrank their necks. It seemed that this was not very tough, so he went again.

He held his chest high and walked over pretending to be confident.

Yi Chen wanted to laugh in his heart and looked at the group of people with interest.

"Yi Chen, right?" The young man leading the charge couldn't say that he was arrogant, but he also had a condescending tone. God knows how scared he was. "Our young master invited you to have dinner at Yuelou because he wanted to thank you.

Your life-saving grace." When he said 'life-saving grace', his voice was rather strange.

Yuelou, one of the businesses of the Shang Family, is the largest restaurant in Wild City. It is a large restaurant that integrates food, accommodation, and shopping. It covers an area of ​​25 acres and is divided into three floors. There are more than 30 private rooms alone.

It is the largest gold-selling cave in the Wilderness City, and every corner is filled with an aura of luxury.

"Your young master?" Yi Chen had already guessed the identity of the visitor.

As expected, the young man immediately called out a name that Yi Chen was familiar with: "Shang Qi!"

One of the young masters of the hereditary earl family in Manchurian City, the second son of the head of the Shang family, Shang Zhengyang, is the direct descendant of the direct line. His bloodline is pure, his talent and qualifications are not bad, and he is a 'humble gentleman' that is talked about by the world.

Yi Chen was familiar with his modesty and politeness.

"Are you all injured?" Yi Chen nodded expressionlessly, "Go back and tell him that I will go to the banquet on time tonight."

When attending a banquet, it is natural to attend the Hongmen Banquet!

But is Yi Chen afraid?

Now that he has learned about the other party's conspiracy, Yi Chen is not a person who is waiting to be killed. What's more, with Yi Chen's current strength, as long as he is not poisoned, there are really not many people who can deal with him. At least, in this wild city, except for

As for the mysterious Lonely City Lord and the old housekeeper, Yi Chen is confident that he can escape from anyone, even if the other person is an intermediate Sword King or even someone with higher strength!

After glancing at them, Yi Chen walked through them, walked slowly into the house, and immediately closed the door.

Recently, this small courtyard has become the busiest place in Manhuang City. Different figures can be seen every day. Yi Chen is too lazy to guess their purpose. As long as you don't provoke him, he can't control what others do.

I don't want to worry too much, but once you provoke him, the consequences will be very serious.

However, with the lessons learned from Lang Mo, Bercow, and Shang Qi's men, the others still wisely stayed outside the penalty area.

"Master." Seeing Yi Chen return, Yan Ya and others came up to him with smiles on their faces.

"Let's prepare lunch." Yi Chen didn't say much.

In the afternoon, Yi Chen did not stay in the room anymore. His fighting spirit and strength have reached a peak now, and he will not be able to make a breakthrough for the time being. Therefore, if he wants to continue to improve his strength, he can only start from other places.

Think about it, for example, his physical strength, flexibility, bone strength, explosive power, etc.

Apart from a small wooden table, there were no other items in the yard, and the furnishings were very simple and clear at a glance.

On the small wooden table was a set of silver needles and a chain tied to two solid iron balls.

Yi Chen easily lifted the chain. His arms, which were not strong, contained a lot of strength. When he lifted the chain, Yi Chen did not blush or breath, and did not exert any effort. Moreover, he was extremely terrifying.

As he waved at a very fast speed, a series of sonic booms sounded around his body.

"Drink!" With a deep drink, Yi Chen's arms suddenly stopped moving.

"Clang!"

"boom!"

The chain was torn by a strong force and was abruptly broken in half. Several muscles protruded from Yi Chen's arms, which were well-proportioned and strong. Although they were not as prominent as those of those strong men, they were extremely smooth and gave people a strong impression.

A visual enjoyment, this kind of proportion is the most perfect proportion.

The chain that broke into two pieces flew in two directions, and a string of sparks flew out from where it broke.

But Yi Chen, with his sharp eyesight and quick hands, grasped the two broken chains in his hands. The powerful force brought by the high-speed running chains made Yi Chen's arm hurt slightly, but he was able to stop it in the end.

strength.

"Nine Heavenly Needles, the first needle, skin texture needle!" The introduction of the Nine Heavenly Needles flashed through Yi Chen's mind.

He threw the two chains into the void, quickly picked up the silver needle with both hands, and inserted it into a certain acupuncture point on his chest at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.

A pure fighting spirit and strength concentrated on this piece of skin, and then the silver needle made small vibrations in a regular manner...

Buzzing…

Time passed slowly. Throughout the afternoon, Yi Chen repeated such monotonous and laborious movements in the yard, dancing the chains, and then acupuncture himself. The monotonous movements brought indescribable effects.

Only if you can't endure it can you get gains that ordinary people can't get.

Yi Chen's strength improved quickly, but he paid a lot!

The glory of this life is the result of the persistence in the previous life!

Perhaps, there is a little bit of luck involved, but it is undeniable that Yi Chen is worthy of the name of the greatest swordsman master in history. He cannot practice, but he can obtain such an honorary title. It is enough to imagine how much hardship Yi Chen has put in. Forty

I have persisted for many years, and all of this is hard-won.

It was getting dark and after exercising, Yi Chen went back to the room and drank a bowl of dark soup. The taste was bitter and pungent, but Yi Chen poured it into his mouth with a faint smile on his face.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Mr. Yi, may I leave now?" At this time, the voice of the young man from this afternoon sounded outside the door, but this time, the voice was much more polite and gentle. It seemed that he should have got it.

What kind of reminder was given, or maybe he was taught a lesson by Huaqi.

Yi Chen stood up indifferently, whispered a few words to Yan Ya and others, and then walked out of the house.

Looking at the respectful young man in front of him, Yi Chen said calmly: "Let's go."

"Yes, yes, Master Yi, please!" The young man bowed and made a gesture of invitation, "The Moon Tower is not far from here, we should be able to arrive soon."

Another young man led the way for Yi Chen, and this young man walked at the end. Seeing Yi Chen's tugging, the young man felt jealous. Although his face was respectful, he said viciously in his heart: "Be arrogant, later.

Son, you can’t be arrogant anymore!”

Little did he know that the corner of Yi Chen's mouth was slightly raised, and he said with the same disdain in his heart: "Pretend, in a short while, you may not have the chance to pretend."

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