The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 61: All beings are equal under the club

"Alas, I don't know why, but after putting on the mask, I always want to do bad things."

Xu Xingchen plucked a branch from the plum tree and weighed it in his hand. It was as thick as a goose egg, three feet long, and very heavy.

When he arrived at the gate of Meizhuang, he found a corner and jumped up. He tapped his feet on the wall and the roof several times and landed on the highest place.

In order to improve his physical skills, he deliberately converted 50% of his "Crane Qi" before going up the mountain.

Now, he was as light as a crane, swift and agile, and his feet landed on the tiles without any sound.

The moonlight was like water, illuminating the entire earth and the manor.

There is an old plum tree in the yard, its branches are like coiled dragons and its petals are whiter than snow.

There are dozens of houses in the front yard, which are closely connected to each other; there is only a lonely courtyard in the back yard, which is surrounded by dense trees.

Only six rooms were lit with candles; the rest were in complete darkness.

"Hmm, there are six people?" Xu Xingchen thought for a moment, "Four manor owners and two servants?"

Just as he was thinking about which room to attack first, he heard a slight creaking sound, the door opened, and someone walked out.

Xu Xingchen crouched down and looked intently. He saw that the man's steps were steady and powerful, with a gleam in his eyes. It was obvious that he was very skilled, but judging by the clothes he wore, he seemed to be just a servant.

"With this level of cultivation, he is still a servant?" Xu Xingchen frowned and pondered for a moment, then he suddenly realized: "That guy with the electric sword should be one of the two servants!"

Xu Xingchen has grasped the spirit of swordsmanship and his mental strength is stronger than that of ordinary people. He can, like Feng Qingyang, gather all the energy in his body. Even if he looks at people with the corner of his eyes, others will not be able to detect it at all.

If any other martial artist wanted to launch a sneak attack in the dark, no matter how good his light-body skills were, as long as his eyes fell on the man in the yard, he would be able to sense the aura of that man and notice it immediately.

In this way, the sneak attack becomes nonsense.

After observing for a while, Xu Xingchen already knew that the other person was going to the toilet, so he immediately jumped off the roof and quietly hid in the shadow near the man's door.

There is no breath in the body, so you can get very close without worrying about being discovered.

After a while, the man came back, opened the door, walked in, and was about to turn around and close the door when a stick silently hit the back of his head.

The man fell forward without saying a word, and was then held up by Xu Xingchen!
Glancing at the long sword hanging on the wall, Xu Xingchen helped the man lie down on the bed, searched his body, and when he didn't find anything, he quickly went out and closed the door gently.

The rooms with candlelight were scattered far apart, and the owners of the rooms seemed not to want to be disturbed by others.

Xu Xingchen tiptoed and soon came to the door of the second candlelit room nearby.

I lay down on the crack of the door and looked inside, but saw only an empty table and no one. I listened carefully and after a while, I heard a faint breathing, long and dense.

"Are you still awake?" Xu Xingchen's eyes turned: "Then just do it!"

Tuk-tuk-tuk!
I tapped the door with my index finger. Soon, footsteps were heard from inside. Someone came to the door, opened it, and said, "Is this Brother Ding? Please come in."

Before the word "enter" was uttered, a black stick suddenly shot out from the gap in the door and hit the acupoint on the other party's chest in front of his astonished eyes.

The second person, who was dressed as a servant, rolled his eyes and fell backwards, but was quickly supported by Xu Xingchen who came in through the crack in the door.

He also put it back on the bed and searched its body. When he found nothing, he quickly left the room and closed the door.

Before he approached the third candlelit room, a strong aroma of wine wafted into Xu Xingchen's nostrils.

The aroma of the wine was mixed with many flavors, as if it was emanating from various different types of wine.

If you are a wine lover, you will definitely be tempted and can't help but want to go in and have a drink.

But Xu Xingchen didn't like drinking, and was not moved at all. He just thought in his heart: "The owner who loves drinking should be the painter who likes to paint with ink!"

Because the names of the Four Friends of Jiangnan are catchy and closely related to their respective hobbies, Xu Xingchen can still remember their names.

When I reached the door, the aroma of wine wafting through the crack of the door became stronger. From time to time, I could hear the sound of people gulping down drinks from inside, as well as some inaudible mutterings.

Xu Xingchen gently pushed the door, and it shook slightly. Seeing that there was no wooden bolt on the inside, he pushed the door open with a creak, and his figure was as fast as the wind and as fast as a crane, and he went in quickly.

Inside the side room, there was a man with a beard as long as his belly. He held a emerald wine glass in one hand and a brush in the other, painting on a piece of paper on the desk, immersed in the painting.

There are many scrolls in the wooden cabinets around, and many wine jars are placed in the corners of the ground!

Dan Qingsheng probably never expected that this sparsely populated Meizhuang would have a night visitor coming to "visit" at night. In addition, his stomach was full of alcohol and his nerve reaction was slow. Therefore, even though he heard the sound of the door opening, before he could come to his senses, Xu Xingchen hit him on the back of the head with a stick and knocked him unconscious.

Catching the emerald wine glass that was about to fall to the ground with one hand, Xu Xingchen had no extra hand to support Dan Qingsheng.

Pfft!
Dan Qingsheng lay on the table, his cheeks stained with some ink that had not yet dried on the white paper.

Fortunately, the noise was not loud and did not alarm people in other rooms.

Seeing this, Xu Xingchen did not move Dan Qingsheng's body, but just searched his body carefully and found a key from the belt wrapped around his belly.

"The key he carries with him should be one of the keys to open the cell door that holds Ren Woxing!"

Xu Xingchen's eyes lit up. He carefully hid the key close to his body, left the room and closed the door.

Arriving at the door of the fourth room, I could clearly hear the sound of ink on paper. After a moment, a rough voice sighed, "No! No! My calligraphy lacks some charm."

"If it doesn't work, then rewrite it!"

The short and fat man with a greasy bald head exclaimed "Ah" and thought he was hallucinating. When he turned around, he saw a man in black pushing the door open. His movements were graceful and appropriate, as if he had returned to his home, and he spoke some encouraging words naturally.

After a moment of daze, Tu Bi Weng finally came to his senses. He was about to pick up the fine steel judge's pen in his hand, launch an offensive and defensive move, and shout loudly to report the news to the outside world.

Unexpectedly, a stick with dark and rugged bark had already stabbed him in the body, muffling the sound that had just reached his throat back into his stomach. He fell slowly to the ground in disbelief.

With a light flick of the stick, the fallen judge's pen rotated a few times on the tip of the stick, and then was sent to the desk without making any sound.

Xu Xingchen began to search the body of the unconscious bald old man, but after searching for several times, he found nothing.

While pondering, Xu Xingchen looked around the room.

This room was filled with porcelain jars and wooden cabinets with piles of scrolls inside. The walls were also covered with calligraphy. The handwriting was different, but each one was unique. Xu Xingchen could find almost half of the impressions of the names in the signature positions in his mind.

Obviously, the calligraphy and paintings on the wall are priceless treasures!

Xu Xingchen didn't have any thought. His eyes moved around and finally fell on the judge's pen on the table.

He took the Judge's Pen in his hand and fiddled with it, but no matter how he twisted, turned, pulled or pressed it, nothing happened. He then pulled out all the hairs at the bottom and finally found a small buckle. He opened the buckle and a key fell out. It was exactly the same as the key he got from Dan Qingsheng.

Xu Xingchen's eyes flashed with a smile. He put away the key, then put the hairless fine steel judge's pen back on the table. He clasped his fists towards the bald pen man on the ground and said, "I'm sorry, you didn't have any hair on your head originally, but now even the tip of your pen has no hair. It's really a perfect match!"

He turned and left the room, closing the door again.

After walking around several curved corridors, we arrived at the door of the last room in the front yard where candlelight was still on.

There was no other sound except the occasional "pop" and "pop" sounds inside.

Xu Xingchen's eyes flickered, and he thought, "The person inside should be the black and white one who loves playing Go. His chessboard is made of magnets, which can defeat all kinds of metal and iron weapons. Go can also be used as a hidden weapon. If we fight head-on, I wonder what kind of experience he can bring to me."

"Now, let's get down to business. Let's find the key from these four people first."

Looking at the black stick in his hand, Xu Xingchen pushed open the door again and walked in.

On the table inside, there was a black chessboard. A thin middle-aged man was sitting beside the table, holding a white piece in one hand and a chess book in the other, watching carefully.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't seen the sun for a long time, his face was pale, like a zombie, and a cold aura emanated from his whole body.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, he turned around, looking dazed, as if still immersed in the wonderful chess game, unable to come back to his senses for a while.

It was not until Xu Xingchen, dressed in black and masked, walked up to him and stood still that a gleam of light gathered in his eyes.

Xu Xingchen asked in a muffled voice: "Where is the key?"

But he was afraid that the previous trouble would happen again, so he decided to give it a try by bluffing.

The black and white pieces subconsciously glanced at the chess pot that was half filled with black pieces, then he came to his senses, his face changed drastically, and with a slight movement of his fingers, a white piece shot out, and his body bounced up from his seat at the same time, opening his mouth to drink.

"Thank you!"

Xu Xingchen smiled and caught the shot white piece with his left hand, then he swung the stick in his right hand forward with lightning speed, and the black and white piece immediately fell to the ground and died.

He raised his hand and grabbed the chess pot, and scattered all the black pieces inside on the chessboard. He carefully examined them one by one, but found nothing unusual. He then turned his eyes to the bottom of the chess pot and saw a black piece firmly stuck to the bottom of the chess pot. He couldn't help but smile and said, "So it's here!"

He put three fingers in and pushed hard outwards, but it didn't move; he pushed and pulled in several directions, left, right, front and back. When he pushed back, the black piece stuck to the bottom moved a short distance, and a gap appeared on the inner wall of the chess jar, with a key placed upright inside.

"Hey! The third one!"

Hiding the key close to his body again, Xu Xingchen grabbed the magnetic chessboard on the table. It felt heavy in his hand. Although it was very powerful when swinging it to hit people, its speed was somewhat limited.

"But, what if we use it to forge a long sword?" Xu Xingchen's eyes showed a thoughtful look, and he muttered to himself: "Magnetic long sword. Hmm! This is a good idea, but it also needs to be studied carefully."

Step out of the room and close the door politely.

Xu Xingchen walked along the corridor towards the backyard.

"The martial arts skills of these three manor owners are not inferior to Yu Canghai in the past. If they are not immersed in their own hobbies and unable to come back to their senses for a while, I think it would be difficult to knock them out without making any noise."

"Of course, this is also related to the fact that they stayed in Meizhuang for too long and let down their guard!"

"I hope that the great manor owner Huang Zhonggong will also be obsessed with musical instruments and unable to extricate himself, so that I can get it."

"Now that I think about it, in the world of the book, with Xiang Wentian's martial arts, he might be able to kill the four manor owners one by one. Even if the 'Seven-String Invisible Sword' of the head manor owner Huang Zhonggong can affect the internal force in Xiang Wentian's body, it is not difficult to succeed if he is unintentional."

"Although Xiang Wentian knew that Ren Woxing was imprisoned in Mei Manor, he had no idea where exactly he was, what traps were there, and how to open them. That's why he took great pains to find famous paintings and books, as well as chess and piano manuals, to set traps step by step, arouse the greed of the four owners, and send Linghu Chong to the underground prison."

"I now have the advantage of foresight, so I don't need to go through the trouble of Xiang Wentian. As long as I get the four keys, I can go underground."

While thinking, Xu Xingchen came to the backyard, walked through a gloomy forest, and came to the door of an independent courtyard.

After jumping over the wall, I saw a candlelight in the room, emitting a faint yellow glow, casting a thin and slender figure on the window paper.

"There is no music, what is Huang Zhonggong doing?"

Xu Xingchen looked at the figure on the window paper without any intention of exploring it. He was ready to continue using the method he had used to knock out those people before to catch them by surprise.

He pushed the door gently with his palm, but it did not budge or move. It was obvious that a crossbar had fallen from inside.

He had no other choice but to use his inner strength to push the door. With a click, the whole door fell off the door frame and flew inside, hitting the person sitting on the cushion with a shocking sound.

Before taking action, Xu Xingchen roughly calculated the position where Huang Zhonggong was sitting based on the angle of the candlelight on the window and the human shadow.

The skinny Huang Zhonggong was regulating his breathing with his eyes closed. Startled, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a bright light burst out from them.

Click!

He suddenly slapped out with his right hand, smashing the flying door panel into pieces, and with his left hand he plucked the guqin on the low table in front of him. The other end of the guqin immediately tilted up, carrying a fierce force, and hit the chest of the person who came.

“What a quick response!”

Xu Xingchen sighed, and swung the stick in his hand left and right, sweeping the pieces of wood that were flying towards him to the sides. He pushed his left palm forward and slapped the attacking guqin back.

The guqin fell back into Huang Zhonggong's hands in a flash. He held the guqin in one hand and plucked it with the other. There were a few clanging sounds, and the lingering sound disrupted Xu Xingchen's internal energy, and the rhythm of his attack was even slowed down.

Xu Xingchen was surprised and delighted. He felt that this kind of sound attack technique that could affect other people's internal strength really opened his eyes. He was moved and had the urge to learn from it.

Just like the Four Friends of Jiangnan, some people like wine, painting and swordsmanship, some like calligraphy, some like Go, and some like the guqin.

Xu Xingchen did not like fine wine, nor did he have much interest in arts such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting. However, he was very interested in all kinds of martial arts from all schools and factions in the world.

Fortunately, he still remembered the main purpose of his trip. He suppressed his restless thoughts and swung the stick in his hand repeatedly, one faster than the other. Strong winds rolled in a chain, forcing Huang Zhonggong to dodge left and right. The guqin in his hand played intermittently and without forming a tune.

This was because Xu Xingchen did not want to hurt anyone, and he still had some intention of testing and sparring with him, otherwise, he would have knocked Huang Zhong Gong down with one stick.

The little candlelight in the room was extinguished by the strong wind from the fight between the two men.

But Huang Zhonggong had great inner strength. With the help of the moonlight shining in from the window, he could see the man's attire clearly. While trying his best to resist the man's brutal stick, he shouted, "Who are you? What are you doing in my Plum Manor? But how has my Plum Manor ever let you down?"

Xu Xingchen's voice became extremely dull through the voice changer beside his mouth: "Hand over the key!"

He resorted to bluffing again!
Huang Zhonggong and his three companions have been guarding the shocking secret underground in Meizhuang for many years. Sensitive words like "key" are always kept in mind and are deeply rooted in their minds.

Therefore, when someone suddenly mentions the word "key" in front of them, they will react subconsciously and check where the key is.

Hei Baizi was like this, and so was Huang Zhonggong in front of him. After hearing the words of the masked man in black, he immediately subconsciously stretched out a hand and wanted to touch his neck and chest.

Although he reacted quickly and retracted his hand, Xu Xingchen had already seen it and couldn't help laughing, "So there it is!"

As expected, the trick doesn’t have to be new, as long as it works!
The stick in Xu Xingchen's hand was faster and more powerful, and it hit Huang Zhonggong so hard that he tried his best to swing the guqin to block this brutal and violent attack, and he had no time to play the strings at all.

scoff!

As a stick cut through the collar of Huang Zhonggong's shirt, a key hanging on a rope was immediately exposed.

Xu Xingchen's eyes lit up, and the stick in his hand, when its power was exhausted, underwent a new change. He suddenly made a circle and cut the rope, instantly lifting the key into the air.

"hateful!"

Huang Zhonggong was very anxious, his eyes flashed with brilliance, a blush flashed across his sunken, thin cheeks, and his attacks became faster and more fierce.

Even considering the possibility of a shoulder injury, he stretched out his right hand towards the strings, ready to use the magical skill of "Six Ding Opens the Mountain".

But it's all in vain!
Puff puff!
The stick flashed three times, and the first two hit Huang Zhonggong's left and right shoulders, causing Huang Zhonggong's arms to feel pain and numbness, and he could no longer hold the guqin in his arms.

The third blow hit his chest, causing Huang Zhonggong to retreat repeatedly. His back slammed against the wall a few steps away, causing dust to fall off the wall.

Xu Xingchen grabbed the key and looked at it carefully in the dim light. Seeing that it was the same style as the three keys he had, he immediately burst into laughter. "Ahem! Ahem."

Huang Zhonggong felt heavy in his chest and coughed several times. He finally stood up with the help of the wall. He stared at the masked man in black in the room and asked coldly, "Who are you in the sect? How do you know about the key?"

Xu Xingchen laughed in a dull voice, "How should I know? You don't need to ask more. Mr. Huang Zhong, you just need to know now, huh? Why did they come so quickly?"

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of clothes cutting through the air outside the courtyard wall, along with several anxious voices.

"Brother, someone broke into Plum Manor at night!"

"Brother, this is bad. Someone has taken all our keys away!"

"Brother, are you okay here?"

The person who came spoke urgently and rushed into the house even faster. He saw his eldest brother standing with difficulty against the wall, and the masked man in black holding a key with a rope in his hand. His face suddenly changed.

"Oh, no!"

"This guy got there first!"

"He also stole the last key!"

Xu Xingchen was somewhat surprised that the three men were able to arrive in time. This was certainly due to the fact that he showed mercy, but the three men's strong internal strength also played a key role.

At this point, the four friends from Jiangnan gathered together and surrounded the masked man in black.

But they also lost the most important thing!
Xu Xingchen hid the key in his hand close to his body, and with a light flick of the stick, the guqin on the ground immediately flew to Huang Zhonggong by the wall and was grabbed by Huang Zhonggong.

He put on an arrogant attitude, slowly swept his eyes over the four people, and said dully: "The four of you failed in your mission to guard Ren Woxing!"

Although the four friends from Jiangnan had expected this, they were still shocked when they heard these words in person. The three words "Ren Woxing" seemed to have great magic power, causing obvious fear and panic to flash across the faces of the four people.

The bald old man suddenly shouted: "We haven't failed yet. As long as we defeat you and take back the key from you, our mission will not fail!"

When the other three heard this, hope immediately lit up in their eyes.

Dan Qingsheng stared at the masked man in black, swung the long sword in his hand, and shouted angrily: "You are a despicable fellow. You actually attacked us at night. Your methods are despicable and shameless. If we fight head-on, you may not be our opponent!"

A blush appeared on Heibaizi's pale face. He picked up the magnetic chessboard and snorted coldly, "If we fight again, I will definitely take those keys back from you."

Huang Zhonggong had a head-on battle with the masked man in black. Although the opponent took the initiative and he could not use his proud "Seven-String Invisible Sword", the opponent's high martial arts skills were already evident.

He alone was no match for the masked man in black, but if the four brothers joined forces, they might be able to defeat him, so he hugged the guqin tightly.

Seeing the four people's frustrated and unwilling expressions, Xu Xingchen sneered: "You are obsessed with music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and your vigilance has been greatly reduced, so I found the opportunity to defeat you one by one."

Actually, what he said was not quite right. Even if the four of them were not obsessed with music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and were very alert, they might not be able to escape his plot. Saying this at this time was just to increase their sense of guilt.

He snorted coldly and continued, "It was only me who showed mercy because I felt that the four of you were indifferent to fame and fortune and had not committed many murders. If someone else had attacked you, how could you still be standing in front of me alive like you are now?"

"Now, you're talking about defeating me and taking back the key. Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?!"

When the four friends from Jiangnan heard this, they felt ashamed and angry, but they also felt that what the masked man in black said made some sense.

If other martial artists come to attack, there is a high probability that they will attack again after knocking them down.
Having said that, the four of them were still somewhat unwilling to give in, thinking that if they were not so careless, they would not be defeated so easily.

Seeing this, Xu Xingchen, who had just collected all four keys, calmed down and wanted to learn martial arts from you, so he said, "If I wasn't afraid that you would hide the keys, why would I have done that sneak attack? Now, you all feel that I have succeeded without you using your martial arts, and you must be dissatisfied. How about this, you all come up and compete with me, and I will make you convinced!"

Huang Zhonggong frowned and was about to say something when Dan Qingsheng shouted, "Okay, I'll meet you later!"

After saying that, he rushed towards the masked man in black with a long sword in hand. When the sword was halfway there, he drew a circle of sword energy in the air, then another circle, and then a third circle.

This sounds long, but in fact it was done very quickly, with a flash of sword light, three circles of sword energy rushed straight towards the masked man in black.

As the sword flashed, the air was cut with a hissing sound, and the sword force was extremely fierce.

"This move is a good idea, but it also has many flaws!"

Xu Xingchen evaluated in his mind, and the black stick turned into three afterimages, each of which fell in the center of a sword energy circle and hit the dull sword spine on Dan Qingsheng's sword.

when!when!when!
There were three loud noises in succession, and the sword in Dan Qingsheng's hand trembled violently. Three circles of sword energy immediately dissipated in the air.

"Great!"

A trace of solemnity flashed across Dan Qingsheng's eyes, and the long sword drew a circle again. This time, the sword light flashed, and nine circles of sword energy came overwhelmingly. You are in me and I am in you, looping around each other and covering each other. For a moment, there was a loud whistling sound in the air, and the power was astonishing.

Xu Xingchen waved the stick, and the shadows of the sticks crisscrossed the sky, like a dragon emerging from water, rushing freely and flexibly into the nine sword energy circles, rushing around, and the sword energy circles collapsed one after another.

Until the last stick was hit, Danqing's sword trembled violently, and his feet stepped back three steps.

Xu Xingchen held a stick in his hand and placed it across his chest, and said calmly, "The first one failed! Who will ask for advice next?"

Dan Qingsheng's face turned green and red, and he felt the huge gap between the two of them. Even though he was unwilling in his heart, he could only snort coldly and said, "I've learned your lesson!"

"I'll take part in the second round!"

Bald Pen Master walked out with a solemn expression, holding two fine steel judge's pens in his hands.

He moved swiftly and agilely as he circled quickly around the masked man in black. He opened and closed his two judge's pens as if writing in the air. His writing was powerful and sharp, yet it revealed an elegant charm everywhere.

Xu Xingchen didn't expect that although this man was short, fat and bald, his martial arts were full of the aura of a scholar, and he was a little surprised.

But he quickly shook his head secretly, thinking: "Do you think you are the founder of Zhang Sanfeng? How dare you mix these characters into your martial arts?"

A black stick was rushing around, with no one knowing where the head of the stick started and no one knowing where the tail of the stick ended. It was like a rough man who was unlearning writing and could not read, and who had messed up the strokes of the bald pen man, making it a complete mess.

Tu Biweng's writing strokes were interrupted several times, his breathing became disordered, and he felt so uncomfortable that he almost vomited blood.

After more than a dozen moves, Tu Bi Weng finally couldn't stand it anymore, jumped out of the battle circle, and shouted depressedly: "No more fighting, no more fighting! I admit defeat!"

Xu Xingchen looked at Hei Baizi and asked, "Do you still want to compete?"

Black and White came out holding a dark chessboard, and said coldly, "I will never be satisfied if we don't have a competition!"

"In that case, let's make our move!" Xu Xingchen said.

The black and white pieces said nothing more. They raised their arms and dozens of black and white pieces were thrown out like a "rain of flowers from the sky".

shhhhhh!
There was a rapid whistling in the air!

These chess pieces are all made of iron, and are shot out by the black and white pieces in a unique way, making their power even greater.

Ever since Xu Xingchen entered the realm of "no moves are better than moves" under the pressure of Yu Canghai's Exorcism Sword, his attainments in stick fighting have also risen rapidly.

The stick is the ancestor of all weapons!

The shadows of many weapons can be found in stick techniques.

Xu Xingchen incorporated all the various weapon techniques he had seen into his stick, and when he displayed it, it became a unique style of martial arts.

Its complexity and variability are even more complicated than his own swordsmanship, but it can also be as simple as a chop, a sweep, or a poke.

It can be said that the stick has become the second weapon in Xu Xingchen's hand, and its power is only 30% inferior to that of his swordsmanship!

At this time, Xu Xingchen swung the black stick into a ball, blowing away all the black and white chess pieces that were rushing towards him. Then the afterimages of the stick gathered together, like a black dragon, roaring, and piercing straight into the chests of the black and white pieces.

The black and white pieces held up the dark chessboard and blocked it in front of themselves.

The black stick rushed forward.

when!
Amid the loud buzzing sound, Hei Baizi screamed and was thrown into the air, breaking the window with a bang and falling into the yard outside.

Upon seeing this, Huang Zhonggong, Tu Biweng and Dan Qingsheng cried out in surprise and rushed out to check on their brothers.

In the yard, Hei Baizi staggered to his feet from the ground, his hands trembling and his knuckles cracked and bleeding.

Dan Qingsheng supported Hei Baizi and asked worriedly, "Second brother, are you okay?!"

Huang Zhonggong frowned and said, "Second brother, are you okay?"

Bald Pen Master also wanted to greet him, but when he saw the chessboard thrown on the ground, he immediately screamed: "Oh, look at that chessboard."

The other three people looked over when they heard the sound and were horrified and felt it was unbelievable.

The dark magnetic chessboard thrown on the ground by the black and white pieces was no longer as flat as before. It became curved, concave and severely deformed from the center to the periphery.

This is a fine steel chessboard mixed with magnets. The black and white pieces have used it to resist the heavy weapons of many martial artists, and it has never been dented or deformed.

Now, it was twisted into this shape after being hit by a stick. How powerful was that stick to produce such a terrifying force? !

If the black and white pieces didn't have the chessboard to protect them, wouldn't there be a big hole in their chests?
Xu Xingchen, who walked out of the house later, saw the four people's distraught looks and thought to himself: "You are right to be shocked. In order to prevent you from being dishonest and having the idea of besieging me, I used the immortal crane qi transformed from the Crane's Lie in the Nine Skies Divine Art in the attack just now."

The true qi of the crane is light and swift, yet has the sharp characteristics of penetrating everything. Even if it is added to a stick, it can still exert earth-shaking power.

"Hei Baizi, you lose!"

The four Jiangnan friends turned to look at the masked man in black, their faces grim and mixed with a bit of fear. At this time, they all understood that the attack just now by the masked man in black was a deterrent to them. The only trace of delusion of siege in their hearts finally disappeared.

Xu Xingchen looked at Huang Zhonggong and said dully: "Huang Zhonggong, your Seven-String Invisible Sword is very powerful, but after the previous battle, you should have understood that you can't use that kind of swordsmanship in front of me. However, I still want to see the power of your Seven-String Invisible Sword!"

Huang Zhonggong came forward holding his zither and said carefully, "Since you want to see it, I will have to perform my tricks once more."

When Heibaizi, Tubiweng and Danqingsheng heard the conversation between the two, they quickly retreated a long distance and stopped only when they reached the gate of the courtyard.

Huang Zhong Gong did not attack either. He just stood there, holding the zither in his left hand and playing the instrument with his right hand. The sound of the zither was loud and clear.

After seeing the power of the stick, he knew that the man in black and mask had unfathomable martial arts skills. Even if the four of them joined forces, they would not be his match.

Even if the other party just wants to see the power of the Seven-String Invisible Sword, then just stand where you are and play the piano, and let the other party experience it for himself.

If you still want to attack and hurt others, I am afraid it will only cause the other party's displeasure.

Clang, clank, clank!

The sound of the piano was sometimes high-pitched and passionate, and sometimes gentle and low, resonating with Xu Xingchen's internal strength, causing the qi in his body to flow and change.

If someone suddenly launched an attack at this moment, I'm afraid his reaction would be a beat slow.

It's a pity that Huang Zhonggong, the only one with the ability to attack, lost the will to fight; the other three were even worse than Xu Xingchen. They felt their internal energy running wild under the resonance of the piano sound, and they were upset and retreated again and again, finally retreating out of the courtyard gate.

Xu Xingchen closed his eyes and quietly felt the power of the Seven-String Invisible Sword. He felt that his internal strength was affected the most, but the crane qi that had been condensed to the extreme was not affected at all.
Clank, clank, clank, clank!

With six extremely violent pluckings, all seven strings vibrated in unison, and the magical skill of the Seven-String Invisible Sword "Six Dings Opening the Mountain" was finally used. The three people who retreated to the gate of the courtyard let out a muffled groan.

Xu Xingchen used the Crane Qi to stabilize most areas of his body, leaving some insignificant internal force in his meridians, and felt the power of the string sound.

In Huang Zhonggong's opinion, although the aura of the masked man in black fluctuated under the attack of the piano music, he remained still, which was more stable than he had imagined. He couldn't help but be secretly shocked and gave up the idea of continuing to attack.

After a while, Xu Xingchen came to his senses from the aftermath of the internal force fluctuations and exclaimed: "The resonance of sound and internal force is really a wonderful martial art!"

The three people outside the courtyard gate finally got through the most uncomfortable moment and walked back to the courtyard.

Huang Zhonggong stared at the masked man in black and said solemnly, "Since you know that Meizhuang is holding Ren Woxing, you should know how terrifying Ren Woxing is. If he is released, the whole martial arts world will be in turmoil. By then, who knows how many martial artists will die and their families will be destroyed!"

Xu Xingchen laughed in a sullen voice: "Then you know that ever since Dongfang Bubai became the leader, he has favored treacherous people and eliminated the old brothers in the sect, causing many people to be in a state of panic all day long."

"Hehe! Do you know why I know that Ren Woxing is imprisoned in Meizhuang? And why I know that each of you four has a key to open the underground prison door?"

When the four heard this, their breath was choked. After a long while, Huang Zhonggong smiled bitterly: "Could it be that your behavior was instructed by the old brothers in the sect?"

Xu Xingchen nodded his head in a pretentious manner: "Yes, just as you thought, someone is unwilling to be harmed, so he wants to fight to the death!"

The four of them looked at each other, their emotions mixed and they didn't know what expression to make on their faces.

Huang Zhonggong shook his head and sighed, "But Ren Woxing has a violent temper and abuses his power. He is not a good leader. If we let him go, there will definitely be fierce disputes within our Sun Moon Sect. Then, then, then."

"By then, the more chaos inside the Sun Moon Sect, the better!" Xu Xingchen muttered in his heart, and said again: "Now, the four prison keys are in my hands. Although the four of you have failed in your mission, you are also freed. From now on, you will leave Meizhuang and live in seclusion somewhere else! Otherwise, both Dongfang Bubai and Ren Woxing will come to settle accounts with you four."

The four people's faces showed even more sorrow. After a few words of consultation, they decided to leave Meizhuang that night without delaying any longer.

The three of them returned to their respective rooms in the front yard and packed their things.

Huang Zhonggong lived in this courtyard, so he did not leave.

While he was tidying up the music scores in the room, Xu Xingchen took the opportunity to ask him about some of the circumstances of the underground prison.

Huang Zhonggong felt that the masked man in black was sent by an old brother in the sect, and he had a decadent impulse of giving up everything, so he told him in detail the situation of the underground prison, and also told him some of the mechanisms on the road and how to open them.

Combining the vague memories from the books he had read in his previous life, Xu Xingchen was sure that there should be nothing hidden in what Huang Zhonggong said.

An hour later, the four friends from Jiangnan each took their bags and left Meizhuang under the cover of night.

Even the two housekeepers and servants in the front yard, as well as several deaf and dumb old servants who had already gone to bed, ran away.

After a night, the entire Meizhuang was silent. Apart from Xu Xingchen and someone underground who was waiting to be rescued by him, there was no other person.

Xu Xingchen was not in a hurry. He found a room and slept until dawn. Then he went to the kitchen and found something to eat.

After eating and drinking his fill, he carried a food box and staggered to Huang Zhonggong's residence in the backyard.

Pull open the bed to reveal the iron plate on the ground.

Xu Xingchen looked at the two pull rings on the iron plate, tapped his forehead with his palm, and said, "Oh, I forgot to prepare two earplugs."

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