Chapter 3 Defeated by a single punch

　　The family had a martial arts practice ground, with a length and width of more than two hundred meters each, which was quite large. 　　On weekdays, the family children will come to the practice field to practice, one is the atmosphere is good, the second is there will be elders in the family to teach, at first Chen Zong also often come, but often ridiculed and even bullied, seriously affecting the cultivation, and was injured by Chen Zhongjie a few times, the delay is quite a lot of time, simply do not come, their own practice. 　　The weapons room was located in a corner of the martial arts practicing field, and on the field, there were a dozen or so family children practicing. 　　"Look guys, isn't that Chen Zong?" The sharp-eyed person saw Chen Zong and immediately exclaimed. 　　"That's right, it's him, didn't he cultivate on his own, why is he here again." 　　"I guess he didn't make any progress in his own cultivation and is planning to come back to the martial arts training ground." 　　"He shouldn't think that Chen Zhongjie forgot about him." 　　"How pathetic, I heard that his energy pills were distributed to Chen Zhigang yesterday." 　　"I think it's the right thing to do, Brother Gang is the number one family martial arts disciple, not to mention comparing to Brother Gang, even if it's compared to us, Chen Zong is just a wasted talent, energy pills are a waste of money to give to him." 　　Ignoring the stares and comments of the dozen or so family disciples, Chen Zong walked through the martial arts practicing ground and into the weapons room. 　　The weapons room was about ten meters in length and width, with wooden racks placed at the four walls, there were quite a few weapons on the racks, six types of knives, guns, swords, clubs, bows, arrows and daggers. 　　The caretaker of the weapons room was an old man, perhaps old, easily tired, was napping, Chen Zong did not disturb him, and walked towards the rack of swords. 　　On the rack there are more than a dozen swords, the longest is more than a meter, the shortest is less than half a meter, Chen Zong first exclude the longest and shortest, the remaining five lengths are more agreeable. 　　Chen Zong picks up and pulls out one by one, waving it at will, feeling it carefully. 　　People are different, the sword is the same, long and short, thick and thin, light and heavy, suitable for themselves is the best. 　　Finally, Chen Zong hands each take a sword, careful comparison, it seems that the two swords length and thickness of the same, the weight has some differences, comparison after a few minutes, Chen Zong put down the left hand sword, selected the right hand of the sword. 　　The body of the sword gray and black, there are some mottled traces, the handle of the sword is made of wood, the body is black, engraved with threads can be non-slip, the whole sword at a glance know that is very common, not worth a few jade money, think about it, the small lake town Chen family is only a branch of the family, in all aspects of all aspects of the limited, free to receive a weapon, naturally, is not good to go anywhere. 　　Chen Zong does not care, on the contrary, some excitement, this is the first time he took the sword, somehow there is a familiar feeling, like holding the sword has been a few years in general, the right hand holding the sword, the left hand fingers in the sword body gently flicked, the cool touch, let Chen Zong involuntarily a jolt. 　　The sword body is sixty-two centimeters long, the hilt is twenty centimeters long, the sword body connected to the sword grid is three point five centimeters wide and one centimeter thick, the tip of the sword is two point five centimeters wide and zero point six centimeters thick, in addition to the sheath, the net weight is five jin eight taels. 　　Quite a bit of love, then put away the sword into the sheath, woke up the old man who was napping and registered, after carrying the sword in his left hand and striding out of the weapon room, he saw a dozen or so family sons and daughters all staring at him. 　　"Came out." 　　"Still holding the iron sword in his hand." 　　"You can't practice Tiger Power Fist Technique and you plan to practice sword technique? But our family's Foundation Establishment Martial Arts doesn't have sword techniques." 　　"You're thinking too much, even if the clan has Foundation Establishment Sword Technique, the difficulty of cultivation is above that of Boxing Technique, even Boxing Technique can't be practiced, what kind of Sword Technique is it, I think he is planning to take the Iron Sword and sell it for money, at least he can sell it for 20 or 20 Jade Coins to spend on it." A person said smugly, this kind of thing was not unheard of. 　　"Hey, Chen Zong, the money from selling the sword, remember to share half of it with me." Another person shouted at Chen Zong, then clenched his fist and threatened, "Otherwise, you know the consequences." 　　Chen Zong frowned and was about to open his mouth when out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly glimpsed a familiar black figure that was striding into the martial arts practice ground. 　　"Chen Zhongjie ......" Teeth clenched, voice like a tiger roaring low, anger burning from the bottom of his heart. 　　From the time when Ah Dad lost all his cultivation, from the time he started practicing martial arts until now, Chen Zong had suffered a lot of bullying, most of which came from Chen Zhongjie, as he was Chen Zhigang's lapdog, and Chen Zhigang his father and Chen Zhengtang had had a conflict. 　　"Chen Zong!" Chen Zhongjie also saw Chen Zong and was surprised, then he sneered coldly, "Little punk, it's been a long time, did you forget my words." 　　Half a year ago, Chen Zhigang said that Chen Zong's presence in the martial arts practicing ground was affecting his cultivation, dog leg Chen Zhongjie immediately blocked Chen Zong, threatening him not to come back to the martial arts practicing ground from now on or else he would beat him up if he saw him once, Chen Zong naturally wouldn't give in, and was immediately injured by Chen Zhongjie, and was able to recuperate for five or six days, unable to cultivate, and adding quite a lot of burdens on his ah dad. 　　Chen Zhigang his father is now the family's number one martial artist, flighty and domineering, even the patriarch does not put in the eyes, but he is the strongest, and pull together a group of people, no cultivation Chen Zhengtang can not be helped. 　　In order not to add burden to Ah Dad, also in order to be able to properly cultivate, Chen Zong then did not come back to the martial arts training ground, now when he heard Chen Zhongjie's words, his anger was high, as if a volcano was about to erupt. 　　"Yo, took the sword, what for, knowing that you are a waste, intend to go to cut down trees together with your wasteful old father?" Chen Zhongjie's gaze landed on Chen Zong's left hand, sneering. 　　"Chen Zhongjie, take back your words and apologize to me." The sound of 'waste' and 'waste of a man' awakened many bad memories in Chen Zong, his face sank, and he said with a single word. 　　"Father waste man son waste man, did I say anything wrong?" Chen Zhongjie laughed with a contemptuous face. 　　"You seek death!" Eyes seemingly blazing with rage, Chen Zong let out a low roar, stepping away like a tiger running, rushing towards Chen Zhongjie. 　　Chen Zhongjie's sweaty hairs stood on end, for a split second, he felt like a ferocious tiger was roaring in front of him, shaking his head to shake off this absurd feeling, Chen Zhongjie's eyes showed a fierce light, full of sardonic smiles, his feet stepped away like a vicious wolf locking onto his prey and running, his body leaned forward, his left hand bent in front of him to falsely grip it into a claw, with his thumb right in front of his chin, and his right hand clenched a fist and rested it on his waist, with the joints of the middle finger and the forefinger particularly prominent, like sharp teeth. 　　"It looks like Chen Zhongjie's Wolf Tooth Fist Technique seems to have improved again." 　　"Chen Zong is miserable, I don't know how many days he'll have to lie in bed this time." 　　As the crowd gloated, Chen Zhongjie and Chen Zong closed in. 　　"Wolf Surge Style!" With a low shout, Chen Zhongjie's speed seemed to have increased by two more points, as he approached Chen Zong, his right hand seemed to strike through the air, ruthlessly striking Chen Zong's stomach, like the fangs of a vicious wolf, showing no mercy. 　　Chen Zong's eyes stared and saw Chen Zhongjie incomparably clearly, his face was grim, his eyes were cold and stern, his pupils flickered with a ferocious light, his erected left hand gently swayed, his right fist that pierced through the air like the fangs of a vicious wolf, its trajectory was clear. 　　"Tiger Punch Style!" 　　Right fist clenched, a low roar, the Tiger Power Fist Technique at the peak of Dacheng was executed, as powerful as a bamboo, the wind roared amazingly. 　　Wolf Teeth Fist Technique and Tiger Power Fist Technique belonged to the same level of boxing, Wolf Teeth Fist Technique focused on speed, emphasizing on waiting for the opportunity, Tiger Power Fist Technique focused on power, emphasizing on frontal crushing. 　　Double fist collision, as if the bones cracked like the sound of clicks, Chen Zhongjie face of the caricature of the smile into panic, Chen Zong punch is like a cracker, routed Chen Zhongjie Wolf Surge style after the long drive, heavy bombardment of the stomach. 　　Bang, like a drum, the qi drumming overflow, make Chen Zhongjie a martial arts clothing fluctuation, stomach in the fist under the internal sinking, terrible power as if his internal organs broken, back arched, full of panic, eyes wide eyes bulging, covered with red silk, mouth wide open, drool dripping. 　　Closing his fist, Chen Zhongjie fell directly to his knees, his hands clasped his stomach, his body trembling due to the severe pain, and with a wow sound he spat out a mouthful of blood, so red that it was shocking to the eyes. 　　That punch was very heavy, it was the venting of Chen Zong's anger, Chen Zhongjie had already suffered internal injuries, without a seven or eight days of recuperation it would not be possible. 　　"Chen Zhongjie, remember well, the next time you insult my father insults me, there will be consequences, convey my original words to Chen Dalei and Chen Zhigang." Chen Zong stared coldly at Chen Zhongjie and said in a deep voice, turning around and leaving in large strides, his footsteps firmer and his back straighter. 　　As a son of the same Chen family, injuring Chen Zhongjie was already enough, he did not have the slightest idea of killing anyone, otherwise he would be punished by the clan rules. 　　The surrounding area was silent, each and every one of them had wide eyes and open mouths, as if they were recognizing Chen Zong for the first time, and their hearts were raging and shocked like monstrous waves. 　　Walking out of the martial arts practicing ground, two people just happened to walk up to them. 　　"Brother Zong." One of them was Chen Yiming, running to Chen Zong, "Why did you come to the martial arts practicing ground?" 　　"Take the sword." Chen Zong laughed as he signaled the iron sword in his left hand. 　　"Is Brother Zong going to switch to sword practice? We don't have sword martial arts in our clan." Chen Yiming was puzzled. 　　"Just for fun." Chen Zong felt that last night's matter was very important, his intuition told him that he couldn't let anyone else know about it except himself, so he laughed, and Chen Yiming didn't grab hold of it, but instead stared at Chen Zong's face and said suspiciously, "Brother Zong, why do I feel that you look a little different from yesterday." 　　"Because my cultivation has reached the second level of the Qi and Blood Realm." Chen Zong laughed. 　　"Great." Chen Yiming was very excited and was even happier than his own breakthrough. 　　"Yiming, come over here." A delicate and cold tinged voice came out. 　　"Yu Yao, long time no see." Chen Zong looked over and greeted with a smile. 　　A red tight-fitting martial arts uniform beautifully set off the incipient figure, especially the pair of straight, tight and rounded legs that were even more slender under the deerskin shoes, which was even more heartwarming. 　　Chen Yuyao, the matriarch's daughter, the same age as Chen Zong, and Chen Yiming is generally Chen Zong's childhood playmate, only after he started practicing martial arts, Chen Yiming is still on good terms with Chen Zong as usual, while Chen Yuyao is gradually estranged from Chen Zong. 　　"Chen Zong, it's right to work hard, but you also need to look at the facts, Uncle Zhengtang has now lost his cultivation and his body is not as good as it used to be, do you intend to let him just keep chopping down trees and firewood to provide for you who has accomplished nothing?" Chen Yuyao glanced at Tie Jian and asked in a cold voice, "For the sake of the fact that Uncle Zhengtang had contributed to the clan, I can beg my father to arrange an easier errand for you in the clan." 　　"Thanks for the kind words, no need." Chen Zong frowned slightly, inwardly there was an indescribable hard feeling, as a childhood friend, it was impossible to say that he did not have feelings for Chen Yuyao, sometimes it was also hard for him to remember when he was a child, Chen Yuyao with braided hair was following behind him shouting 'Brother Zong', that was a very beautiful memory. 　　But now this kind of memories seemed to fade with Chen Yuyao's words. 　　People always change, Chen Zong secretly said to himself. 　　"Whatever you want, but I still have to advise you that people should have self-knowledge, and if you don't measure yourself, you will only suffer your loved ones." Chen Yuyao's brows furrowed, very dissatisfied with Chen Zong's attitude, but she held her tongue and continued, "In addition, Yiming is very talented in practicing martial arts, so in the future, you should not look for him, so as not to affect him." 　　"Cousin, I don't need you to mind my business." Chen Yiming became angry and pulled Chen Zong, "Brother Zong, let's go, ignore him." 　　"Farewell." Chen Zong said to Chen Yuyao in a flat tone and left together with Chen Yiming, leaving behind only Chen Yuyao who was full of displeasure.