Comprehensive martial arts: The romantic young master

This time, Duan Yu could no longer control his laughter, and his laughter was slightly manic.

An ordinary person who was living an ordinary life yesterday has such powerful power in the blink of an eye. How can he not go crazy?

"Master..."

Just when Duan Yu was laughing, a pretty maid suddenly poked her head in, as if she wanted to see what was going on here.

Duan Yu's eyes suddenly lit up and he waved to the maid: "Come here."

The maid didn't know why and walked over.

"I see that there is a trace of evil thoughts in your expression. Master, I have recently learned a supreme Zen method. Please allow me to be compassionate and save you."

Duan Yu hooked the maid's chin, with a half-smile on his face.

The maid instantly blushed with embarrassment and said coyly: "Master... I... I have no evil thoughts..."

"Don't be shy, sir, I am a serious person."

"Master..."

Duan Yu didn't say anything anymore, closed the door, closed the bed curtains, and then started to redeem the people in the world who were sinking into the sea of ​​misery according to the Supreme Joy Zen method.

Two years later,

The capital of Dali.

A huge arena was built in the originally empty square at some point, and there was a graceful middle-aged swordsman standing on the arena.

Below the ring was a crowd of onlookers, at least tens of thousands of people, chatting about something.

Subsequently,

I don’t know who spoke first and shouted: “Prince Duan is here!”

As soon as these words came out, everyone present shut their mouths and fell into silence.

Only pairs of eyes were all looking in the direction of Duan Yu, not daring to breathe and staring at the oncoming Duan Yu.

Only a slightly crazy old beggar rushed forward regardless, showed his big yellow teeth and asked crazily: "Hey~ Prince Duan! Prince Duan! Are you the number one in Yundian at that time?"

Duan Yu didn't care what this old madman did, but smiled at him: "What do you think?"

The old beggar immediately cheered and shouted loudly: "It's in Jingtian! It's in Jingtian!"

Duan Yu laughed heartily and walked straight towards the ring.

When he walked downstairs, he didn't get on the ring yet. Instead, he glanced at the middle-aged swordsman on the ring: "Are you Zhou Ziming, who is known as the Infinite Flying Shadow Sword?"

"Not bad!"

Zhou Ziming stood on the ring, his long beard fluttering, and he really looked like a martial arts master:

"I am a descendant of the Northern Sect of the Wuliang Sword Sect. After my Northern Sect left the Wuliang Sword Sect five years ago, my father died in depression. I inherited my father's legacy and worked hard to practice the Wuliang Sword Technique, which finally allowed me to understand the meaning of it. What a mystery! I came back this time to challenge the East Sect and the West Sect of the Infinite Sword Sect for my father, but I heard that there is a Dali prince in Dali who has set up a ring to challenge various masters for two consecutive years, so I came here specifically to learn from him!"

"I've heard of you too."

Duan Yu nodded slightly: "Since you returned to Dali City a month ago, you have challenged nineteen Dali masters one after another and gained prestige. Then you sent someone to write a challenge to me. It seems that you are serious. In this case, I I can also give you a chance.”

"what chance?"

"A chance to lose!"

After saying that, Duan Yu jumped up and easily jumped several feet high.

Amidst the exclamations of the onlookers, he landed smoothly on the ring.

He looked at Zhou Ziming with stern eyes: "Hurry up and take action! Finish the fight early and go home early to kiss your wife."

"you!"

Zhou Ziming's face instantly turned red with anger, as if he had been greatly insulted.

However, except for him, no one else present had much reaction.

Because they already knew who Duan Yu was, it was not unusual for him to say such a thing.

Especially the four guards of Zhennan Palace, Chu Wanli, Fu Sigui, Zhu Danchen, Gu Ducheng and Zhennan King Duan Zhengchun, stood not far away and looked at Duan Yu silently, with helpless expressions on their faces.

Ever since Duan Yu was rescued two years ago, he has seemed to be a completely different person. Not only has he been practicing his family's martial arts Yiyangzhi diligently, beating all male and female masters in Dali, but...

Moreover, Duan Yu has redeemed all the beautiful maids in the palace in the past two years.

Duan Yu's voice of chanting sutras and practicing Qigong can be heard every night.

This made the four guards very puzzled. Is there really such a strange thing in this world?

After a person hits his head, his character will change drastically?

On the other hand, Duan Zhengchun didn't care.

He was a romantic figure himself, and he had always disliked Duan Yu's original soft and weak temperament. Now he was aggressive and lustful, which actually suited Duan Zhengchun's taste.

What's more, seven or eight maids in the palace have given birth to children for Duan Yu. Although it is not orthodox, it also allows Duan Zhengchun to hold his grandson in advance.

It is quite pleasant to enjoy old age life in the palace with several children in your arms every day.

Then again,

On the ring, Zhou Ziming's old face turned red due to Duan Yu's anger, and he stopped talking.

With a "chi" sound, a green light flashed, and a sharp sword in his hand stabbed Duan Yu's shoulder like lightning.

This sword came so fast that the spectators who did not understand martial arts below the ring only felt a flash of green light in front of their eyes and almost did not see Zhou Ziming's long sword.

Duan Yu also applauded. With his skill at the advanced level, he could see how exquisite Zhou Ziming's sword was.

The famous swordsmanship of the Wuliang Sword Sect is actually some residual moves left over from when Wu Yazi and Li QiuShui danced swords together in the Wuliang Jade Cave.

Although the Wuliang Sword Sect only has a few residual skills, it is still enough to establish a sect and become famous in the Yunnan and Dian areas.

But they have never gotten the essence of it, so they can only be regarded as a third- or fourth-rate force.

And Zhou Ziming had been meditating hard for five years, and he actually understood part of the essence of Xiaoyao Sect's swordsmanship, and he was considered a genius.

Duan Yu also became interested in his swordsmanship, and wanted to see how many moves he had left in his swordsmanship. He was not in a hurry to decide the outcome with him, so he only counterattacked with Yiyang Zhi's limited skills.

I could see that his movements were slow, his demeanor was graceful, and his figure was even more free and elegant, which attracted the admiration of countless girls and young women under the ring.

Although Duan Yu's right index finger was far less aggressive than Zhou Ziming's, it passed through Zhou Ziming's attack impartially and hit the snow-white sword blade.

"Clang" sound!

However, with the Yang Finger of the third power, the sword clanged loudly. Zhou Ziming's wrist holding the sword went numb for an instant, and he almost wanted to let go of the sword.

Zhou Ziming was suddenly shocked: Is this the Yiyang Finger of the Dali royal family? Just one tap and the sword in my hand almost fell out of my hand?

Zhou Ziming felt the gap in strength between himself and Duan Yu, and did not dare to have any backup plan. He immediately let out a clear whistle and the sword skills in his hands suddenly accelerated.

In an instant, the sharp sword in his hand actually pierced with a little light, and countless sword shadows came towards Duan Yu like a violent storm, covering [-] large acupuncture points on Duan Yu's body, and even covering the escape routes in all directions!