Chen Chuan looked at the figure flying out of the platform, and did not stop because of this. Instead, he took two steps forward with a fist, and also jumped into the air. In an instant, he was above Feng Heshou, and raised his fist with one hand.

When he got up, a flash of light lit up on his fist, and he punched it hard!

Feng Heshou's figure fell like a meteor, falling to the ground in an instant. With a bang, a huge pit exploded below, countless soil and gravel splashed outward, and a large amount of dust rose up.

Chen Chuan fell from the air to the ground, stood firmly on his feet, and the light on his body converged slightly, and walked towards the place where he fell.

Just when he came to the front, he suddenly felt something. He moved his hands outward to block it, and saw a huge phantom silhouette appearing outside him in the smoke. Two of them quickly closed his covered palms toward the center, and saw

It felt like trying to squeeze him in at one go.

Suddenly there was a thunderous sound in the air, and his two palms were held up by his raised arms. As the spiritual fire on both sides melted each other, the light on the palms gradually extinguished, and his two arms stretched outward.

As soon as he pulled away, there was a bang, and the two palms with alternate reality and reality shattered immediately, turning into wisps of mist and scattering in the air.

However, at this moment, the Wen Lei Sword that had been released at some point fell behind him. While it was still in the air, there seemed to be scattered smoke condensing in the air, and a shadow of Feng He Shou appeared in the air.

There, he grabbed the blade, rotated his body, and brought the sword down!

Futami style, beheading knife!

Chen Chuan's eyes were deep and quiet. He stood still, but reached out with one hand behind him. The edge of his palm, which was flashing with life fire, blocked the incoming blade with a bang. Then he clasped his five fingers and grasped the blade firmly.

The sword-wielding Feng Heshou stared at him for a moment, and as a surging air flow passed by, it shattered like a bubble.

At this time, a voice came from the smoke and dust on the opposite side, "Mr. Chen, I lost this battle."

Chen Chuan didn't look back at the blow just now. At this time, he threw the Wen Lei knife into the ground, and then strode forward. The air flow outside him blew past him, causing the red scarf to flutter backwards.

stand up.

When he came to the edge of the pit, he saw Feng Heshou lying on the ground, his body embedded in the soil, one of his exposed arms was twisted and deformed, and half of his face was missing. A large stream of white smoke was coming from there.

It emerged, not just here, but many places on the body were also emitting wisps of white-gold light.

This is the spiritual fire that has been driven into the body by his strength. At this moment, it is continuing to invade the alienated tissues within it, making it impossible for it to recover in time.

Chen Chuan didn't do anything again. After waiting for a while, the white-gold light gradually dissipated, and there were sounds of bones twisting on Feng Heshou's body. After a while, he stood up again from the ground, the soil rustling.

The rustle fell from the body.

It can be seen that most of the pavilion uniform worn by this person is damaged, and the most serious damage is on the chest, where a big hole has been opened, which is now being closed and healed at an extremely fast speed.

His strength caused extremely strong internal damage, and almost most of the alienated tissues involved in his strength were involved. That is, only as a fighter can he have such a strong recovery ability, which can be replaced by ordinary fighting.

The person who received this punch would most likely be killed directly.

In fact, if this wasn't a sparring match, he wasn't here to take this person's life, and the other party wouldn't have had much power to fight back just now.

He said at this time: "The master of Fenghe Pavilion did not use all his strength with the last sword strike just now." That sword was probably a long sword controlled by spiritual power, which was very concealed and not weak in power.

Feng Heshou shook his head and said: "But it's meaningless, Mr. Chen, that knife shouldn't be difficult for you to break." He looked at the white mist that was still a bit strong even though it had calmed down, and felt helpless: "Even if

If I hit Mr. Chen, I might not be able to hurt you. Then I will be completely helpless and I won’t even have the strength to speak. There is no way I can win today’s battle from the beginning.”

If you want to attack the opponent's body, you must first break the real power wrapped around him. If this layer of power is not removed, it will hardly cause any effective lethality. However, the real power on Chen Chuan's body is too strong.

The physical body can withstand the slashes of the knife, and it seems that it doesn't care about the consumption at all.

But this is actually not bad. These alone are not enough to fully grasp the chance of victory. However, the battle logic used by Chen Chuan is very targeted. It can be said that it restrained him from beginning to end, so he said at this time: "

I would like to ask, where did Mr. Chen know the characteristics of my sword power?"

His sword style relies on long strength. Once it is unfolded, it will come like a surge. Each sword is stronger than the last. It can be said that it is getting stronger and stronger. The only opening point is at the beginning, but this is only relative.

Yan, in fact, is not a flaw. As long as Chen Chuan is suppressed for a moment, the subsequent sword power can be exerted. The combat power displayed is by no means comparable to just now.

However, Chen Chuan did not give him any chance to use his sword, and this tactic was implemented throughout. It can be said that it was cut off from the source.

Chen Chuanhuan: "I saw the word 'wave' on the big stone in front of your hotel. Although it seems that hundreds of years have passed, I can still see the continuous meaning from the spirit overflowing from it.

, so I think that the master of the Fenghe Pavilion must not be given a chance to show off."

"The words left by the Zen Knife Patriarch..."

Feng Heshou couldn't help but nod. Those two words did show the essence of Langtao Pavilion's martial arts, but only people with a high enough spiritual level could see it. Maybe seeing it is one thing, but whether it can be done is another.

One thing.

Among the fighters he has seen, Chen Chuan's strength and speed can be said to be at the strongest level. At the same time, he is also extremely accurate in capturing fighter planes. This superb decision-making ability in battle coupled with superhuman level

His physical fitness is almost incomprehensible, and his defeat was not unjust at all.

He stretched out his hand, and as the biological field unfolded, the sand and gravel outside him floated, and the weapon of Wen Lei not far away shook a few times, then jumped out of the ground and returned to his hand.

Then he put the knife on his waist, bowed to Chen Chuan, and said solemnly: "I invited Mr. Chen to come here for a discussion this time. This is very presumptuous. As the proprietor, it is up to me to make up for Mr. Chen's mistake."

We have suffered a loss in battle, so as not to be disrespectful of etiquette, and I also ask Mr. Chen not to refuse."

Chen Chuan didn't refuse and said, "Then I won't be polite."

Feng Heshou stood up straight: "Please."

Chen Chuan nodded and followed Feng Heshou back up. At this time, he glanced at the side. Just tens of meters away, there was a huge figure. It was at least thirty meters tall by visual inspection. It should be someone from the Wave Pavilion.

The previous owner.

The man was actually sitting on the ground, with a huge weapon stuck in his chest, and his hand resting on the hilt. It was obvious that he had committed suicide.

Because the strong light shines on its back, only an outline can be seen in most places. However, because the head is hanging downward, the half of the face that has become vicious and twisted can be seen.

He withdrew his gaze and returned to the platform. He pulled out the Snow Lord Sword from the ground, returned it to its sheath, and followed Feng Heshou back along the entrance of the crack. The latter pulled the chain again, and the building where the two of them were was

The attic rose again.

After returning to the top, Feng Heshou placed the Wen Lei Knife on the knife holder and asked the waiter to bring Chen Chuan some water for washing. Then he apologized and went back to change his clothes. After he came back, he

He clapped his hands.

After a while, the lame old man in black clothes whom I had seen before came out and brought plates of food to the table.

Chen Chuan took a look, and saw that it was a piece of plump and round rice, served in a fine porcelain bowl, and the strip plates on both sides were neatly stacked with thin slices of light red meat.

.

But the most eye-catching thing here is a big fish that has been cut open from the back. It is placed upright. The belly of the fish is filled with fragrant fruit pieces, shiny corn, delicate diced meat, and chopped into pieces.

stems, some chopped green plant leaves, and some fragrant soup poured on top.

After everything was set up, the lame old man bowed down and bowed one last time.

"This is a meal prepared by me. Please taste it."

Feng Heshou said to the big fish at this time: "This one is the 'national fish'. In the old days, it was used by the royal family to entertain distinguished guests from far away. When the founder of Zen Knife established the Langtao Pavilion, the Gong family hosted a banquet for the founder. Everyone here

There were also three sword sects and two generals in the martial arts. At that time, they used this national fish to banquet and entertain everyone.

But the 'national fish' at that time was a king fish, three feet long, filled with ingredients from various blending places, with a total of twenty-eight categories. It took the whole country to make such a dish.

Banquet.

The Langtao Pavilion cannot afford to host a banquet like that, but now it can barely restore the original appearance of this dish, including six kinds of ingredients, including the national fish."

Chen Chuan nodded. It was good to be able to recreate such a feast. As the fragrance wafted out, he could feel the alienated tissues in his body were about to move, indicating that there were a lot of nutrients contained here.

Feng Heshou said: "At that time, after eating, the founder of Zen Knife asked the royal family of the Gong family for the chef who would make this meal.

The royal family of the Gong clan rewarded this servant on the condition that their ancestor killed a deceased demon." He looked at the lame old man, and I, this servant, am the descendant of this great servant, who has served us for generations.

Serve food and drink for the Wave Pavilion."

The lame old man knelt on one side, his body slumped again.

Chen Chuan nodded. Almost all the ingredients taken from the blending site are eaten raw. Because this way can maintain the most complete nutritional value, they will undergo some special processing in advance to remove redundant and unpalatable parts. At the same time,

It can also enrich nutrition, which non-professionals cannot do here.

At this time, Feng Heshou said "Mr. Chen, please", then he picked up the bowl of rice, picked up the piece of meat with his chopsticks and put it into the bowl.

Chen Chuan waited for his master to move first, then picked up a porcelain spoon, scooped out a spoonful of thick soup from the national fish, poured it into a bowl, and tasted it carefully.

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Chapter completed!