Yan Wuhui's opponent was still neither sad nor happy, and kept to the surrounding area. After a while, Yan Wuhui's attack gradually became weak, and the ferocity was slightly reduced. However, his opponent still did not make a move and was very cautious. Yan Wuhui's sword movement

After a slight drop, it began to become more violent again, with more flaws in the moves, and the momentum gradually decreased. After a while, Yan Wu retracted his sword and stopped attacking, actually preparing to take a breather.

Yan Wuhui allowed Yan Wuhui to fight back for more than ten minutes, but the bald man did not fight back. Seeing Yan Wuhui stop, he started to take the initiative to attack. The bald man held his sword without firing, and approached Yan Wuhui with his deft footwork.

Suddenly left and now right, it is difficult to judge the offensive.

However, Yan Wuhui completely ignored the bald man's feints and stood still. The bald man kept probing around Yan Wuhui, but Yan Wuhui still didn't respond. The bald man was not in a hurry, and he changed his footwork.

He kicked the ice cubes on the ground towards Yan Wuhui. Unexpectedly, Yan Wuhui ignored him at all and allowed the hard ice cubes to hit him, like a wooden man.

Seeing that Yan Wuhui ignored him at all, the bald man was very calm. After testing for a while, he stopped and stood on Yan Wuhui's right back, no longer moving.

The situation in the arena became very strange, as if it were acting. You perform a part, I perform a part, and then rest after the performance.

The two of them could keep their composure, but the long-haired man who had been watching the battle could no longer keep his composure. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed a piece of ice as big as a millstone and threw it at Yan Wuhui. At this time, the bald man's eyes lit up.

The ice block as big as a millstone roared and hit Yan Wuhui. Yan Wuhui did not look back. The sword flashed and smashed the ice block into pieces. The broken ice blocks fell all over his head and face. At this moment, the bald man

He moved, his steps turned sharply, and a gray afterimage appeared silently on the left rear side of Yan Wuhui. He raised his sword and slashed. It turned out that the sword was not drawn out, and the sword was sheathed.

Yan Wuhui knocked his sword against the scabbard, and a sword-like light flowed out from the bald man's scabbard. Yan Wuhui was about to splatter three feet of blood, but Yan Wuhui seemed to have expected it.

Ice and snow were flying in the air, and as he stepped back, he bumped into the bald man's arms and hit his wrist. The sword's light lost its luster, and it barely dragged Yan Wuhui's back, causing blood to spatter.

The blow was successful, and he avoided Yan Wuhui's elbow. Bald Tou wanted to use the force of the collision to distance himself, but Yan Wuhui tried every means to wait for this opportunity to get close, and how could he escape.

The bald man thought that Yan Wuhui's footwork was not as flexible as his, and he would definitely be able to distance himself. However, the facts surprised him. Yan Wuhui followed him like a shadow, and swords flashed across the space. Yan Wuhui, who seemed to be exhausted, was even more ferocious than before, with strong winds.

The torrent of attacks continued without stopping, and in the blink of an eye, he was already at a disadvantage.

From the previous test, Yan Wuhui knew that this person had been hiding his sword. He must have wanted to succeed with one blow and save his strength to deal with the remaining person. He remembered what the person above had said: There is no consciousness of being buried in the tiger's den.

Where is the merit of killing the tiger?

He used himself as bait and calculated the opponent's calculations accurately, finally luring the tiger out of its cave.

The sound of swords clashing became a continuous sound. The bald man's swordsmanship was superb, even better than that of Yan Wuhui. Unfortunately, he was not as desperate as Yan Wuhui, and he did not have the ruthlessness to let others chop him once and then chop him again.

Baldhead lost, Yan Wuhui hit him three times, and he hit Yan Wuhui once. Yan Wuhui was still standing, but he fell down.

The bald man fell down, and before Yan Wuhui could take a breath, the long-haired man was already in front of him. This man's idea was very obvious. I will not join forces with others, but I will not let go of the opportunity.

The bloody battle resumed. The long-haired man practiced Baji Tongji. His fighting style was like that of Yan Wuhui, fierce and fierce. Yan Wuhui was injured and was already at a disadvantage, but he did not give in at all. He punched and slashed with swords.

The light was everywhere and the fists were whistling. After a few strikes, Yan Wuhui was not on guard and was thrown in the face by the long-haired man. His whole face was smashed by the long hair and blood flowed all over his face.

Suffering a heavy blow, Yan Wuhui went crazy. He used every move with all his strength. The long-haired man responded calmly and refused to give in. After a few moves, Yan Wuhui took a hard blow from the long-haired man and snatched off a piece of flesh from his opponent's shoulder.

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Trading injury for injury, life for life, Yan Wuhui was really trying his best. The long-haired man's fist fell on Yan Wuhui, as if beating a drum. Yan Wuhui was hurt all over his body and was spit out.

I'm afraid there's a bucket full of blood.

Using madness to control madness, using ruthlessness to control ruthlessness, seeing Yan Wuhui becoming ruthless, the long-haired man was determined to defeat Yan Wuhui.

The extremely brutal battle was shocking to everyone who watched it. The whole arena was covered with blood. Yan Wuhui's blood seemed to be flowing endlessly.

Changfa was dead. He broke Yan Wuhui's shoulder blade with one punch. Yan Wuhui slashed one of his arms with a knife. Blood spurted out three feet high. Yan Wuhui didn't give him a chance to stop the bleeding until the last part of his blood flowed out.

A drop of blood.

Yan Wuhui fought hard to be bald and long-haired, but everyone felt that he would not be able to survive the next round.

Turning his head, he glanced at Chu Xiang with indifferent eyes. Yan Wuhui dragged his seriously injured body out of the ring area. His fierce eyes scared away the doctor who came to treat him. The doctor did not dare to step forward or approach the injured man.

The lone wolf.

"Aren't you going to give me some advice?" Shi Wuzheng said, looking in the direction Yan Wuhui was leaving.

"The path he chooses can only be walked by him alone." Chu Xiang said, seeming to sigh again.

Chu Xiang knows that Yan Wuhui will not die. If he dies, he will no longer be Yan Wuhui. How can a person who awakens his demon body die so easily? Moreover, this person is Yan Wuhui, who has always survived in death.

Yan Wuhui.

The last game was another battle between the strong. One person was killed, one was seriously injured, and the one with minor injuries advanced.

The competition in the 17th arena is all over. After experiencing the baptism of two top masters, both of them have gained something. They no longer go to watch the unfinished games in other arenas. Shi Wuzheng has just made a breakthrough and returned to Nanhua Villa for retreat. At the same time, he is preparing to deal with it.

The possible crisis caused by Chu Xiang's military speech.

Chu Xiang glanced at the crowds scattered around him and walked back to the city. Although the life and death in the arena were tragic, it was just a drop in the bucket compared with the struggle for survival. After seeing the misery in the world, his heart gradually became cold, and he didn't want to

You will be touched by this.

It was only 12:30 noon, which was still early than 4 pm, but Chu Xiang had arrived at Banyue Pavilion early. There were no people near Banyue Pavilion. It was originally a relatively remote and desolate place, inaccessible, and the surrounding environment was eerie.

a feeling of.

Those who want to teach martial arts arrive early, but those who want to attend the lecture have not come yet. This is probably rare. Just like in class, the teacher always comes after the students have arrived. How can any teacher come to the classroom first and wait for the students?

Chu Xiang was not in a hurry, sitting cross-legged in the pavilion, thinking about the meeting with Lu Feng and Liu Boyong just now. Some people had come outside. When they saw Chu Xiang, they looked at him outside the pavilion. After confirming that it was Chu Xiang, they all looked for someone.

Sit down outside the pavilion at a good location and wait quietly.

Changsun Yue once asked Chu Xiang why he chose this place. This place is a special place for Chu Xiang. This is his first time here, but this place has a lot to do with him. Duan Meng was kidnapped by the Mountain Guest Alliance.

, the other party asked to meet here, and Leng Ruyue and Nan Zhongdao also killed the kidnappers here. This is a place that got him involved in the crisis.

After the incident that once caused a storm in the city, the Mountain Guest Alliance regained its face. However, the murderer was never found, which led to the Mountain Guest Alliance and the Buddhist Association to form an opposition. Now Chu Xiang, who has a close relationship with Duan Meng and has unpredictable martial arts skills, chose Chu Xiang.

We were talking about martial arts here, and we had beaten people from the Mountain Guest Alliance the day before. The Mountain Guest Alliance thought with their toes and knew that Chu Xiang must be someone closely related to this matter, and it was not just as simple as having a good relationship with Duan Meng.

Chu Xiangxuan's intention to talk about martial arts here is very obvious. This matter has something to do with me. If you want to cause trouble, feel free to come and take it all.

As time went by, more and more people were outside the pavilion. Snowflakes fell in droves, turning those who came first into a grayish color. Seeing this, those who came later also sat down cross-legged around the pavilion and waited quietly.

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Before today's competition, Chu Xiang was just a slightly famous master. After today's competition, he has become a super master who occupies a place in the world's martial arts. He solved the siege of three marrow masters and the terrifying scene when he confronted Lu Feng.

It all shows Chu Xiang's super strength. With such a powerful peak martial artist giving a public lecture on martial arts, no one would want to come and see it. Even a master of marrow refining would not want to miss this opportunity.

People have a tendency to follow the crowd, especially under special circumstances. The surrounding area of ​​Fengyu Pavilion is very quiet, and the slightly gloomy atmosphere becomes much softer after the crowd gathers. Some people who just came to speak loudly found that everyone was sitting quietly.

, feeling a little embarrassed, they all calmed down.

They are all people who survived the bloody storm, and everyone is carrying evil spirits. Sitting here quietly at this time, everyone found that the evil spirits on their bodies seemed to have disappeared, and their hearts were quiet and peaceful as never before, and the scattered snowflakes seemed to have disappeared.

A touch of poetry.

There were more and more people around the pavilion, a mass of black heads, the people inside were all white, and the number continued to increase. Changsun Yue sat in the crowd and found that he could not do anything he wanted to do.

Now, I have become one among the crowd, no different from anyone else.

More and more masters came. When it was almost four o'clock, a slender young man appeared on a balcony in the south. He had a majestic face and a majestic demeanor in his behavior. His aura was vaguely in opposition to Chu Xiang.

, obviously a top master.

In the blink of an eye, it was already four o'clock, and Chu Xiang was still sitting there motionless, with no intention of speaking. It was a bit strange that the lecture time had come, but the speaker did not move. There were still people coming to see Chu Xiang.

Xiang did not preach martial arts. Some people left with a few words of disdain, while others sat down and blended into the silent crowd.

The quiet and peaceful atmosphere was intoxicating. Twenty minutes after four o'clock, the silence was finally broken, and Chu Xiang's voice gradually sounded. I bowed my head and closed my ears. My original intention was not to join the secular world, but a disaster came from the sky, and the world changed drastically.

, the heart has nowhere to go, and has to do extraordinary things. I still know my destiny, and it is difficult to be obsessed with arrogance, extravagance, fame and desire, let alone those who are confused. Thinking about ancient and modern times, the so-called sages are not consistent, and they often have faults.

Therefore, it is said: The sage cannot be effective, and the saint cannot be imitated. I am who I am, and I act with my true heart. Whether it is a devil or a monster, I will succeed if I succeed, and I will fail if I fail. I do my best and obey the destiny. This is what I am.

A humble dog, why do you need to think so much about doing what you should do and doing what you should do? If Heaven is unkind, why bother destroying it; if Earth is unjust, why fear of destroying it.

The strong have no fear and are indomitable. My way is not the right way, but the extreme way. It trains the body and mind to the extreme and develops a shocking will. Therefore, when I sit down, I will not distinguish between humans, monsters, witches, good and evil, and no race.

There is no sect, but anyone who is willing to learn can attend the lectures.

As I wish, you all can accomplish the supreme feat, defeat me in the palm of your hand, and strengthen the bloodline of China to last for eternity."

The voice gradually rose and entered everyone's ears clearly. Every word was spoken, and the breath fluctuated with the words. Those who did not understand could feel the breath and feel that they understood it.

Chu Xiang's voice was loud and clear, and it penetrated everyone's hearts. Suddenly, someone among the people sitting on the ground raised their hands, breaking the harmony.

The person who raised his hand was a thin middle-aged man. Feeling Chu Xiang's questioning eyes, the thin man said nervously: "I don't understand."

When he said this sentence, it was as if a stone was dropped on the calm lake, and the silence was suddenly disturbed. Looking at this person's clothes, Chu Xiang knew clearly. Not many people could understand it from the classical Chinese text. This person was dressed as a typical hard-working migrant worker, and it was difficult to understand.

Normally, it doesn’t really matter whether this passage is clear or not. It’s just his insights from the first twenty years of his life. It’s enough to feel the meaning he conveyed.

Chu Xiang nodded slightly, and the middle-aged man sat down. The rippled lake surface calmed down again, and the atmosphere returned to the previous tranquility and peace.

"There are no tricks in martial arts. Disasters from heaven have made it difficult for us to survive, but they have also given us better conditions for martial arts training than before. Now our upper limit of physical strength is much higher than before the great changes. People who practiced martial arts before

We have to spend a lot of time training our bodies to develop a strong physique, but now that our bodies are strong, this part of the effort can be saved by half."

Chu Xiang switched to straightforward vernacular, summarizing the outline of martial arts training after the great changes, explaining the levels of martial arts, starting from the lowest level of Zhengjin, describing the key points of martial arts training in the most direct and simple way, and conducting live drills and lessons.

The art of martial arts is a treasured secret passed down from generation to generation by the family sect. The obscure formula training method was described by Chu Xiang in straightforward language, which benefited everyone who listened. Most of the people who came to listen were from the bottom of society.

The survivors all rely on the experience gained from daily fighting and fighting to survive. No one has ever taught them. Now someone is telling them this, telling them how to take the real path, combining their own experience with what Chu Xiang explained.

After confirming the two aspects, I suddenly understood many key points.

The path of martial arts is different and leads to the same goal. Whether it is orthodox martial arts training or fighting techniques summed up by instinct, they all have the same starting point and the same goal. However, the former is more refined and correct after being summarized by our ancestors, while the latter is complicated and insufficiently summarized.

, using the experience of the former to guide the latter can be said to be a matter of course.

The whole martial arts lecture was very smooth. In the falling snow, Chu Xiang did not stop until ten o'clock in the evening. However, the crowd still refused to leave. They surrounded the pavilion and Chu Xiang answered many people's questions until eleven o'clock in the middle of the night.

, the crowd was reluctant to leave. The person Chu Xiang expected to disrupt the situation did not appear. It seemed that nothing that Shi Wuzheng and the two were worried about would happen. Instead, there were many powerful auras around, which was beyond his expectation.

After the explanation, Chu Xiang said to Changsun Yue: "Go and find the person who spoke at the beginning."

Chang Sun Yue in the crowd heard Chu Xiang's words, nodded and left.
Chapter completed!