Starting from the lifting of human restrictions

Chapter 117
"Do you feel the same way?"

Yang Chu spread out his right hand lightly, clenched his fist, his muscles swelled, and there was a slight cracking sound of joints.

What the people at the bottom of the world suffered actually had nothing to do with him, but from being rescued by Fang Ah Shui, to killing two soap-clothed disciples in Liuyun Pavilion who were collecting taxes, everything he saw after that, It always made him feel an unspeakable sense of resentment.

This feeling is very different from the indifference and alienation he felt like a robot when he almost lost his emotions at the beginning of his resurrection in the last world.

On the contrary, it seemed that he was surrounded by a lot of pain, despair, struggle, numbness and other information around him, and then he gradually formed an emotion that was gradually difficult to break free.

"You don't look like an ordinary pariah."

Just when Yang Chu seemed to be agitated, a voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

Yang Chu was startled suddenly, raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound, and found that the white-clothed disciple who was in front of the area similar to the martial arts field had appeared beside him at some point.

The other party looked Yang Chu up and down, and there seemed to be a little curiosity in his eyes.

"I just got this person's attention because of my sudden agitation."

Yang Chu immediately understood the reason why he was targeted by this disciple in white.

Before he entered Nanhuan Town, he had deliberately imitated the movements and demeanor of the people around him, even their slightly numb temperament.

Therefore, in the eyes of most of the disciples of Liuyun Pavilion, he is no different from others, extremely ordinary and inconspicuous.

But just now, after witnessing those ordinary people being used as pawns to beat and kill the group of soap-clothed teenagers and girls, practicing martial arts, and thinking about what they saw and heard today, some uncontrollable things popped up inexplicably Emotions.

Back straight, eyes like fire.

With his temperament, demeanor, and movements, if he doesn't deliberately restrain himself, even ordinary people can easily see the difference, not to mention the white-clothed disciple of Liuyun Pavilion.

That's a fundamental difference.

"The level of this person's qi training is at least the purple innate qi, and he may even step into the yellow innate qi."

Yang Chu himself does not have innate unity, nor can he sense the other party's level through this special energy.

But he can tell that the person in front of him is definitely not weak if he can approach him so easily without being noticed by him.

"There are eight soap-clothed disciples and fifteen new soap-clothed boys and girls around... plus the white-clothed youth in front of me... I should have a [-]% chance of winning if I match up. But if I can't solve it in a short time, When the disciples of Liuyun Pavilion from other places arrive, I will be surrounded."

"The buildings in Nanhuan Town are not high-rise buildings. I'm not familiar enough with the terrain and geography here. If some martial arts disciples in white clothes appear, the probability of my escape will be further reduced."

Yang Chu quickly analyzed the possible situation in his mind, restrained the differences in his body, bowed his head slightly, backed away slowly as if showing weakness, and prepared to leave.

He had already heard some people's talk and inadvertent mention that in Nanhuan Town, those people in white clothes were true disciples of Liuyun Hall, and the number of them should not be many.

And the ones in soap clothes are ordinary outer disciples, and their number is relatively large. According to Yang Chu's rough estimate, the total number of the two should reach three hundred.

He has not yet entered the Liuyun Pavilion, and it is impossible to judge the owner of the pavilion or other high-level warriors.

At this time, he hadn't found a more suitable entry point to enter the Liuyun Hall to understand the so-called "true martial arts" power system, and he was not prepared to conflict with others for the time being.

"Wait!"

But the young man in white saw that Yang Chu was trying to leave, and called out to him again, his face, which looked only about 20 years old, was full of jokes.

"I see that your physique has survived well, and it should be useful."

As he said that, the white-clothed disciple waved to a soap-clothed disciple not far away, "Let this person go and play with the new warriors."

"Ok?"

Yang Chu raised his head and looked at the white-clothed disciple of Liuyun Pavilion, he understood what the other party meant, this white-clothed disciple wanted him to be a pawn.

The white-clothed disciple of the famous Liuyun Hall showed great interest on his face: "If you can win a warrior, you will be rewarded with the same money. If you win two, you will be rewarded with a house in the city. If you can Win three, and you will be a handyman in the martial arts hall from now on."

Although the tone didn't sound tough, it didn't give Yang Chu any room to refuse.

Yang Chu glanced at the many boys and girls in soap clothes in the open square not far away, which was similar to a martial arts field, and turned his eyes back to the white-clothed disciple of Liuyun Pavilion, and suddenly laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

The disciple in white looked at Yang Chu's smile and raised his eyebrows.

"It's better...you come."

Yang Chu smiled and said lightly.

Since it was unavoidable, he no longer backed down, but challenged directly.

He didn't care about those new boys and girls in soap clothes, but when facing those people, no matter whether he continued to restrain himself or suddenly became violent, the result would be the same.

It's better to go directly to the true white-clothed disciple in front of you, and experience the opponent's martial arts.

"I?"

The white-clothed disciple standing in front of Yang Chu was stunned when he heard Yang Chu's words, and then laughed loudly, "Hahaha... You pariah, it's really interesting, I'll let you serve as a group of beginner warriors Man pile, you still want me to do it?"

"Hahaha……"

Some Liuyun Pavilion disciples in soap clothes around them laughed out loud.

It's not that these martial arts disciples have never encountered some ordinary people who rely on their bodies to resist them.

However, those who are new to martial arts and are still practicing the first level of innate qi, colorless qi, are fine.

After all, facing some people who are naturally strong and have some martial arts skills, they may not have much advantage, and it is possible to lose.

But when the innate qi entered the second level, the purple innate qi covered some parts of the body, even the whole body, then it was no longer something ordinary people could resist.

Hearing Yang Chu's outrageous words, those soap-clothed men who knew the inside story looked at Yang Chu as if they were looking at a clown and a fool.

"I just like you arrogant and ignorant pariahs."

The white-clothed disciple laughed a few times, and suddenly his smile faded away, with a ferocious look on his face, "I don't think you look like someone from my Nanhuan Town, and I don't care where you come from, but where did you come from?" How dare you dare to challenge a real martial artist?!"

"How do you know if you don't try."

Yang Chu's expression was calm. At this time, he had put aside the rough estimation of the odds, and instead became more interested in the innate unity of this white-clothed disciple.

The other party is a true disciple of Liuyun Pavilion, a true warrior, and his status is higher than that of the soap-clothed warrior.

He estimated that the opponent's strength should have reached the point where the second stage of Qi training, Zi Xian's innate Qi covered the whole body, but the specific combat power would not be known until he had fought.

For the strong curiosity of the power system of Xiantian Yiqi, Yang Chu really wanted to see the other party's methods.

Congenital qi is not the movements, martial arts and force-generating skills displayed by the body. He can learn it just by looking at it, but he has to experience it himself to know how powerful it is.

As for the danger—

Out of the corner of Yang Chu's eyes, he scanned the open area similar to a martial arts arena.

Not far from the soap-clothed boys and girls who are called beginner warriors, there are two rows of weapons and sharp blades, and he also has a dagger hidden on his body.

Yang Chu is not completely sure whether the yellow innate qi in the third level of the warrior's qi training can block the sword, but the purple innate qi in the second level is like gold and iron rocks, but it is just like, not really gold and iron.

Ordinary people's wielding swords may be able to resist the purple innateness of the second level, but this does not mean that Yang Chu's swords can also be resisted.

Power, speed and angle, are completely different.

For a person like Yang Chu who has reached the peak of his physical body, it is absolutely unimaginable to have a sharp weapon in his hand, and the lethality it can exert.

and--

With a sword in hand, even if the situation is unfavorable, he still has a chance to break out of Nanhuan Town.

He knows more than martial arts, he can change his height, shape and appearance.

In the open martial arts arena, the corpses that had been pawned just now had been emptied, leaving only blood on the ground.

More than a dozen teenagers and girls in soap clothes looked excitedly at this true white-clothed disciple, as if they wanted to see how he "caught people".

Yang Chu walked to the center of the field calmly, fearless, but faintly aroused a boiling fighting spirit that was somewhat unfamiliar to him.

"Martial arts, innate unity, how strong can it be?!"

(End of this chapter)