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Chapter 15 Stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade

The wrestling technique was much more effective than Du Chengfeng expected.

Originally, Du Chengfeng thought that the wrestling skills he gained from the memory of that ax could only be regarded as pure sports.After all, in this world where everyone can go out with a weapon, the throwing technique with bare hands is really useless.

Just, he was still looking for an opportunity to grab the opponent's body, but the other side had already slashed at him with a knife. The knife was longer than the hand, so wouldn't he be sure to get slashed?

But beyond Du Chengfeng's expectation, the answer is, not necessarily.

There are also differences between wrestlers.

If you are an ordinary wrestler, you will naturally not be able to face the weapon. No matter whether it is struck or stabbed by the sharp edge, even if it is just a scratch, the flesh and blood will be bled on the spot.

But Du Chengfeng's wrestling skills came from the two brothers He Xixuan and He Xiqing.

He Xixuan knew it, even though the armored beard was cut off by him with a single blow, he was still deeply impressed by his big arms, round waist, and mighty posture in iron armor, as well as the bravery of smashing the gate of Wubao with an axe. .Such a strong warrior is naturally a good wrestler on the wrestling field, and he has blown away countless heroes with his bravery.

But the stronger one is He Xiqing.

It was a humanoid monster who could kill a giant bear with a big ax when he was young, and his understanding of timing and strength had reached its peak.If the mighty He Xixuan is a mountain that cannot be overcome in the wrestling ring, then the elder brother He Xiqing is far higher and farther than the mountain, the vast sky.

In that memory, He Xixuan would also wrestle with his brother in his spare time, but he was never able to last until the second round despite the insurmountable mountain in this wrestling arena.

He Xiqing is very strong.

"What would happen if He Xiqing were to face the spear throwing just now?"

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but fell into thinking.

After a while, he came up with the answer.

If it was He Xiqing, it would be impossible for the first spear to fall on the ground.

With only a distance of three feet, Yang Sanlang standing at the door would be killed by He Xiqing in one breath, using the throwing spear he threw.

But if it were Du Chengfeng himself, without relying on that big sword, relying on exactly the same technique, and even almost the same reaction and experience, he could not counterattack instantly, and even let Yang Sanlang throw five weapons. All the spears were used.

This is the gap.

The gap between him and He Xiqing.

"What a...monster."

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng couldn't help sighing.

Facing a humanoid monster that can kill giant bears at a young age, can an ordinary person like him really have the strength to fight it?
Maybe, yes.

"Perhaps it can be done."

Thinking like this, Du Chengfeng raised his head and looked at the pile of weapons in the yard.

There are more than two hundred weapons from the Hu people.

The young and strong weapons from Yangjiabao are more than sixty years old.

A treasured sword passed down from the Yang family.

There is also the two-handed ax at the foot with ancient patterns engraved on it.

This is all his wealth at the moment. The experience and wisdom attached to more than 260 weapons are said to be equal to Zhuge Liang. So after gathering these 260 pieces of wisdom, he can fight with He Xiqing. ?

Du Chengfeng didn't know, but he wanted to try.

In order to defend their hard-won life.

So, a sleepless night.

The next morning, Yang Xuan brought a few clansmen and knocked on the gate of Du Chengfeng's small courtyard. Those young clansmen all carried presents, and several big boxes were filled to the brim.

This is obviously to make amends, Yang Xuan already knew what happened to Yang Sanlang last night, facing the disaster caused by this careless nephew, he could only send someone to carry Yang Sanlang back first, and then bring gifts over to make amends Apologize.

Even if you give up this old face, you still have to let this matter go.

Yang Xuan has already made up his mind.

But when he pushed open the broken door of the small courtyard and was about to tell the story he had prepared for midnight, the words that came out of his mouth were stuck in his throat.

Just because he saw the knife.

Knives everywhere.

The rising sun is reflected on the sharp blade, and the sunlight that should have been warm is only gloomy after being reflected by the blade surface.

Yang Xuan and those members of the Yang clan didn't even dare to open their eyes.

Although these knives were only stuck obliquely on the ground, together with the spears, these weapons still seemed to be swung at the next moment, smashing and piercing them.

But immediately, the fear of weapons disappeared in an instant.

As if all this was just an illusion.

"This is……"

Those Yang clan members carrying gifts couldn't help but turn their heads to look at Yang Xuan.

They all knew that what they felt just now was not an illusion.

"Don't panic, these weapons have all been sharpened."

Shaking his head, Yang Xuan subconsciously picked up a scimitar that was stuck not far from his feet.

The crudely made scimitar flashed with cold light, as if it was about to kill someone in the next moment, but when Yang Xuan held it in his hand, he did not feel any urge to kill.

The knife was just a knife, just a piece of sharpened iron. It was lying quietly in his hand, as if he had fallen asleep.

"He is a person who can control the evil spirit of weapons..."

Yang Xuan carefully inserted the scimitar back into the ground, not daring to touch it more.

At this moment, Yang Xuan once again confirmed the correctness of his decision. Although this may damage the face of the Yang family, compared to a strong man who can control the evil spirit of swordsman, the illusory face is the least important s things.

You must find a way to keep the other party in Yangjiapu, even if you really worship him as your ancestor, it doesn't matter.

"Prepare more gifts and come here quickly. These gifts are too thin... What do you want me to do? I don't know how much to bring? Then show off the attitude of worshiping ancestors!"

While instructing the young tribesmen around him, Yang Xuan stepped forward respectfully.

Although he said that he wanted to show his attitude of worshiping his ancestors, the closer he got to the dilapidated main house, the subtle feeling of respect in Yang Xuan's heart became more and more obvious.

Especially when he pushed open the door of the hall in front of him, he even had the illusion of pushing open the gate of the ancestral hall.

And in the main room, the figure sitting on the edge of the millstone also seemed to have some shadow of his ancestor of the Yang family in a trance.

until the other party speaks.

"Damn it, how do you grind this thing?"

While cursing the street, Du Chengfeng threw the bone in his hand aside.

Then he raised his head and looked at Yang Xuan at the door.

"You came just in time."

Saying this, Du Chengfeng raised his finger and pointed at the weapons on the ground in the yard.

"Too little, these things are still too little."

"More, I want more."

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