MTL - I Have a Luck Altar-Chapter 60 One knife!

  Chapter 60 One knife!

   "Mr. Chen has always respected the old and loved the young. If Mr. Xu has anything to say, just say it." Chen Yuan stood two feet in front of Xu Changming, with his long knife leaning on the ground.

  The expression doesn't seem to be very concerned.

  Xu Changming's face darkened, and he said softly:

   "Since ancient times, martial arts competitions have been held in martial arts halls, and the yamen are not allowed to intervene. The imperial court has the rules of the court, and the rivers and lakes also have the rules of the rivers and lakes.

  Master Chen, it is better not to force yourself to be the first bird, otherwise if Zhao Xiancheng of the county government knows, I am afraid he will also say that Mr. Chen is ignorant."

  Xu Changming carried out the county magistrate and said threateningly.

   "Mr. Xu is threatening this arrest?" Chen Yuan asked in a deep voice, but he was not surprised that there was someone behind Xu Changming.

  Relationships in Ping'an County are inherently intricate, and those who can make a name for themselves must either be strong in their own strength, or have someone behind them.

  But Zhao Shuping, a civil servant of the eighth rank, still can't scare Chen Yuan.

  Although he ranks third in the county office, his strength is not too great. Basically, he must be attached to the county magistrate, and has little to do with the third class and six houses.

   "It's not a threat, it's a warning. Mr. Chen can be promoted to the headhunting position at such a young age, and his future is boundless. Why bother to turn against us for the Sanhe Boxing Gym?"

  Chen Yuan sneered:

   "It's really good to say that old age is a thief. Forget it, the Yamen will not interfere."

   "so much"

  Xu Changming nodded, but before he finished speaking, he heard another sentence from Chen Yuan:

   "Chen has learned the things in the Sanhe Boxing Gym, which means that he can't break these bad rules."

   As he said, Chen Yuan picked up the knife and walked to the middle of the circle, looked directly at Xu Changming and the three of them and said:

   "Isn't it a contest? Come on, who will go first?"

   "Master Chen really wants to intervene?" Xu Changming asked in a calm voice.

   "Do you still need to continue talking nonsense?"

   "Okay, since Butou Chen is so confident, then Sun will try Butou Chen's method." The strong man in the yellow robe slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the strong muscles inside.

   His chest was beating slightly, revealing his extraordinary energy and blood.

  Sun Xiong glanced at Chen Yuan, feeling cold in his heart, he scolded him just now, and it was finally time to find him, although he was a little dignified about Chen Yuan's strength.

   But he wasn't too nervous, after all, he was just a blood refiner, and he had already refined blood three times, and he was only one step away from bone refinement.

  As soon as Sun Xiong raised his hand, a long spear was thrown by his disciple, and it just fell into his hand.

   "Chen Butou, please."

  Sun Xiong arched his hands, flicked his spear, and made a good move. He stepped forward and stabbed Chen Yuan's chest.

  Chen Yuan's eyes were fixed, and the energy in his body surged instantly. The moment Sun Xiong stabbed him, Chen Yuan turned his head to avoid it, and then grabbed the handle of the knife and twitched suddenly.

  White light shines.

   "Poof."

  Half of Sun Xiong's face was slashed off, and blood spurted half a meter high.

"boom!"

   Soon, his majestic body fell to the ground with a muffled groan.

  The onlookers were silent, and the drop of a needle could be heard.

  Chen Yuan wiped the blood-stained knife on Sun Xiong's body repeatedly, then put it back into the scabbard, and said in a low voice:

   "You said you, what's the point of pretending to be okay?"

  Looking across the audience, Chen Yuan looked calm, as if he just killed a chicken, and said loudly:

"Who else?"

  Silent, all the onlookers seemed to be frozen in place.

  Sun Xiong, a martial artist with an extremely strong level of blood refining, can even resist bone refining masters in a short period of time. He was beheaded by the newly appointed Chen Butou with just one blow.

  At this moment, he was crawling on the ground like a dead dog, half of his face that fell was covered in bright red blood, his eyes were wide open, and he could not rest in peace!

  A gleam flashed in Zhao Nanshan's eyes. He could guess that Chen Yuan's strength must not be weak if he could become a captor, but he never expected it to be so strong.

  With his current strength, he might be able to compete with bone refiners.

   It is definitely not far from the bone refining realm.

  In fact, this is indeed the case. If you can’t easily kill a martial artist who has refined blood three times with the top-level body-refining magic skill, you can’t be called one of the top-notch body-training magic skills in the rivers and lakes.

  Combined with the instantaneous explosive power of the knife drawing technique, it is amazing to be able to achieve such a situation.

   But the shock to everyone is unparalleled.

  The yamen servants brought by Chen Yuan saw the head catcher who showed his power, and his strength was so terrifying, the disbelief in their hearts began to be replaced by reverence.

  Warriors worship the strong.

  The corner of Wang Ping's mouth twitched, as if he was even more proud than Chen Yuan.

  Seeing that no one made a sound, Chen Yuan turned his gaze to Xu Changming who was dressed in white:

   "Mr. Xu, why don't you and I have a competition?"

  Xu Changming's complexion was full of solemnity, and he cupped his hands and said:

   "The old man is getting older, and his strength is not as good as before. Naturally, he is no match for Mr. Chen. The old man admits defeat."

  Xu Changming simply surrendered, not caring at all that it would be demeaning to admit defeat to a junior. Sun Xiong's body was lying there at the moment. He was old and didn't want to end up like Sun Xiong.

  If he died, what would the concubines in the family do?

   "What about you?" Chen Yuan set his eyes on another strong man.

  The man quickly waved his hand and said with a smile:

   "Master Chen's strength is astonishing, his supernatural power is unrivaled, it is really difficult to compare with him, so let's retreat."

   As he said, he cupped his hands at Zhao Nanshan, without looking at Xu Changming, and led a group of martial arts disciples to leave the Sanhe boxing gym in a hurry.

   "The old man also bid farewell."

  Xu Changming cursed secretly, but he ran fast, but he was not far behind.

"and many more."

  Chen Yuan said.

  Xu Changming and another strong man froze in place, and asked with a bright smile:

   "Master Chen, what else do you want?"

   "I don't want any disputes to arise in the Sanhe Martial Arts Hall in the future, otherwise it will be like this tree." Chen Yuan walked to a tree as thick as a bowl in the courtyard.

  Under the clothes on his right arm, golden lacquer instantly spread, and Chen Yuan charged up and punched suddenly.

"boom!"

  The tree was smashed by a punch!

  Chen Yuan turned around slowly, glanced at Xu Changming and the strong man, his gaze was slightly cold.

   "Master Chen said that from now on, the three martial arts schools will support each other." Xu Changming gave a forced laugh, cupped his hands and turned to leave.

  The strong man followed beside him, closely behind.

   After leaving for a long distance, the strong man looked back with lingering fear and sighed:

   "Brother Sun is really unlucky, being used as a stepping stone by Chen Yuan."

   "Mr. Xu, why don't you suppress that kid's arrogance, you must be able to do it with your strength?"

   "I don't want my old bones to be dismantled. Even if I win, I'm not far from death. Besides, a martial arts gym has already disappeared, so why bother to show off the bravery of a martial artist?"

  Xu Changming recalled the scene of Sun Xiong's death, and the power of that punch, and fear flashed in his eyes.

   "Then do you think I can stop him?"

   "That punch is at least comparable to the skill of an old man for twenty years. Do you think you can stop it?"

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  Everyone try not to keep books, otherwise the pigeons will die!

  (end of this chapter)