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Ji Shuangqiu proudly shook her big fist.

The crowd rushed out in a panic and pulled Nan Zhenchuan out.

Nan Zhenchuan's face turned pale. Uncle Xi rubbed his back a couple of times, then found the right acupoint and pushed hard. Nan Zhenchuan coughed and spat out a mouthful of black blood, finally recovering.

“You…” Nan Zhenchuan looked at Ji Shuangqiu with resentment: “You have no martial ethics.”

Where is the friendly competition? You come in and immediately unleash a secret martial arts technique?!
Ji Shuangqiu was bewildered: Lang Xiaoba and I have always sparred like this. You are too useless and can't even withstand one move. How can you blame me?

Nan Zhenchuan felt a little embarrassed and pushed away the people who were helping him, saying, "I'm fine, let's do it again!"

Ji Shuangqiu's eyes lit up. You may not be very skilled, but you can take a beating.

"Alright, let's go again!" Ji Shuangqiu was full of fighting spirit: "This time, I'll let you make the first move."

"Okay!" Nan Zhenchuan said without any hesitation.

Martial secrets? Everyone has them!

The martial arts secret of Nanzhenchuan is called "Sweeping Across a Thousand Armies".

He stood still for a moment to gather his strength, then suddenly shouted and took a few quick steps forward, closing the distance between them to within ten feet. Suddenly, he lowered his body and turned around.

A sweeping leg strike was executed.

A fan-shaped patch of blue light swept out from within a ten-foot radius in front of Nanzhenchuan!
His secret weapon has a kill range of one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters), so you have to get closer to fight him.

Ji Shuangqiu had been keeping a close eye on Nan Zhenchuan's every move, ready to react at any moment.

But Nan Zhenchuan's movement of crouching down was too fast; it was as if he had suddenly disappeared.

Ji Shuangqiu was caught off guard by this "sweeping attack" and was swept to the ground with a thud, causing the ground to tremble.

Nan Zhenchuan was overjoyed. He stood up and lunged forward like a monkey, his front hand lashing down like a whip.

The five fingers of the hand are held together, resembling a pickaxe.

If he were to truly fight to the death, the force of his strike would be no less than that of a pickaxe made of refined steel.

Even heavy armor in the army can be breached.

Once he reaches the fifth rank, his skills will be elevated to become his second martial arts secret.

But this is just a friendly spar, and Nan Zhenchuan's attack was only to save face. So when it comes to Ji Shuangqiu's throat, he will change from chiseling to grabbing and just take Ji Shuangqiu down.

However, Ji Shuangqiu, who was lying on the ground, did not get up but instead threw a punch at Nan Zhenchuan, who was rushing towards her.

"Bah!"

The song "Falling Star" is revived.

A blast of air slammed into Nan Zhenchuan's chest with a loud thud.

The old ape from Nanzhenchuan's forward lunge came to an abrupt halt, and was blasted backward, rolling on its back seven or eight times before finally stopping.

This time, nothing was hit.

He didn't look as disheveled as before, but this time he was knocked back during his forward lunge and suffered a more severe blow...

Nan Zhenchuan fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a while.

Only one thought occupied his mind: How could she issue two secret military orders in a row?!

A seventh-rate martial artist can practice martial arts secrets, but to use them, one needs to accumulate energy through luck.

Once the previous use is complete, the secretly accumulated power is depleted, leaving a gap in the timeframe.

However, Ji Shuangqiu was exceptionally talented, and the quality of "The Fall of the Heavenly Star" was high, with a short build-up period, which exceeded Nan Zhenchuan's expectations.

When Ji Shuangqiu and Lang Xiaoba were exchanging blows, they would throw punches at each other, with only a few breaths' worth of time to gather their strength.

Nan Zhenchuan never expected this, so he was defeated again.

Even Xu Yuan felt embarrassed this time, so he took out a medicinal pill and fed it to Nan Zhenchuan.

Nan Zhenchuan sat up, pulled open his shirt, revealing a purplish-red bruise on his chest!

Fortunately, Master Xu's medicine was miraculous, and the fist imprint was dissipating.

Ji Shuangqiu also sat on the ground, rolled up her trouser legs, and her calf, which had been swept earlier, was swollen, as if she had been hit by a wooden bar.

Ji Shuangqiu rubbed herself and said, "I'm not coming anymore. You're too weak to take a beating, it's no fun."

Nan Zhenchuan was filled with grievances, but he knew he couldn't win...

Uncle Xi watched everything silently, his brows furrowing slightly.

Before coming to southern Jiaozhi, Uncle Xi, like Wei Jinyuan, did not believe that there would be any "heroes" in southern Jiaozhi. Because of their geographical advantages, if any outstanding talents emerged from the northern or southern capitals, it would soon become a sensation throughout the land.

These local talents often have their fame confined to a single prefecture or province.

People from both the northern and southern capitals subconsciously look down on nuns from other places.

However, what happened a couple of days ago made Uncle Xi very wary of Xu Yuan.

Today, Nan Zhenchuan was easily defeated by a female martial artist under Xu Yuan's command, which made Uncle Xi re-evaluate Xu Yuan's overall strength.

Nan Zhenchuan, at his age, is considered outstanding even among those who achieve the highest rank of 7th grade.

Otherwise, he would not have been chosen by the Grand Secretary of the court to be nurtured and trained to assist his son in the future.

The young master is not as good as Xu Yuan, and the young master's subordinates are not as good as Xu Yuan's subordinates.

Uncle Xi's mind had already started anew: was it worth paying some price to win over Xu Yuan?

"Hmph!" A cold snort suddenly came from outside the courtyard gate.

Lang Xiaoba returned, riding a horse and pulling a carriage.

His face looked very ugly.

Ji Shuangqiu was limping to her feet when she saw him and grinned broadly: "You're back! Come and spar with me for a bit. People from Beidu are delicate and pampered; I haven't had enough of a fight..."

Lang Xiaoba's expression improved slightly, and he dismounted: "Alright..."

Xu Yuan waved his hand: "Let's take care of business first."

"Yes," Lang Xiaoba and Ji Shuangqiu replied in unison.

Xu Yuan beckoned, and Lang Xiaoba dragged "Dream Come True" into the yard.

Xu Yuan examined the prop.

Lang Xiaoba said, "The old lady said that she has already tidied this item, so you can use it with peace of mind."

Xu Yuan patted the carriage, and "Dream Come True" swayed back and forth, seemingly much more obedient than before.

Xu Yuan reached out, and Lang Xiaoba handed over the car keys with both hands.

Xu Yuan opened the car door.

I could tell that the carriage had been modified; to put it simply, the stepmother had given "Dreams Come True" a new look.

It was exactly the same as the carriage craftsmanship his stepmother had made for him.

Xu Yuan didn't rush to open the carriage; his gaze fell on the wheels.

The carriages of the Western Regions have four wheels.

Most of the carriages in the Ming Dynasty were two-wheeled.

With a thought from Xu Yuan, the two front wheels of the carriage came to his feet, and the fire in his abdomen merged with them, spinning with a whoosh and lifting Xu Yuan half a zhang high.

The new steamship is of the fourth class.

The carriages should be at least fourth-rate.

Xu Yuan sighed inwardly, realizing he still had to rely on his family to upgrade his equipment.

He worked himself to the bone outside, but didn't manage to get many fourth-rate items.

The stepmother gave him a whole bunch of things.

The carriage that "dreams come true" has two large rear wheels, each more than half a person's height.

The front wheels are small, less than three feet long.

It's quite suitable to step on.

Xu Yuan landed, the flames went out, and the wheels returned to the carriage.

Xu Yuan opened the car door, reached inside, and the notebook automatically flew out of the darkness and landed in his hand.

Xu Yuan nodded.

After the notebook was taken out, the carriage's activity dropped sharply, becoming no different from an ordinary carriage.

Xu Yuan tucked the notebook into his pocket and said to everyone, "Let's go, let's gather fire!"

(End of this chapter)