Thank You Master Chu [II]

"Well then, I, Ye Qingyang, will come to experience how powerful your Huang-level advanced martial arts are." As soon as he finished with the words, Ye Qingyang kicked the ground with his right foot and rushed towards Chu Lu.

After experiencing the punching power of Qingyang in the past, Chu Lu quickly ducked back.

He was about to approach the crowd watching the excitement before he stopped and pulled out the long sword on his right waist and slashed forward.

Ye Qingyang was bare-handed, and his martial rank has not yet reached the level of steel and iron bones. How can he dare to fight against it? He quickly turned his body to the left, and took advantage of the momentum to kick his right foot again, and ran towards Chu Lu.

The right hand clasped his fist and used the martial arts of the level of nourishing the body, and the tiger fist hit Chu Lu's arm.

Chu Lu couldn't react as quickly as he hit Ye Qingyang with a tiger fist in his left shoulder, and he swiftly slashed at Ye Qingyang with a long sword in his right hand, and Ye Qingyang quickly backed away.

Standing firm, he snorted coldly at Chu Lu. "Hmph, a low-grade magic weapon is what you are using like a pig-killing knife. It's a pity. It's a pity. It must be beautiful to use as Bumei's dancing sword."

"Boy, don't be complacent. Look at this move, the blue wind blade!" Chu Lu held the long sword, and a blue light was agitated on the long sword. He slashed out the sword glow, and shot at Ye Qingyang with a strong wind.

Ye Qingyang instantly fled to the left, joking, this sword was not seriously injured.

Chu Lu shot two green lights in a row, and his physical strength was exhausted. This Xuan-level martial skill is so easy to use, and when these two sword beams are released, the fighting spirit in Chu Lu's dantian has bottomed out.

Ye Qingyang seized the opportunity, and a white light loomed over his fist with his right hand, and his right foot slammed. The tiger fist hit Chu Lu's left shoulder again. Chu Lu fell backwards, the long sword in his hand was already inserted into the ground in front of him.

He coughed out a mouthful of white liquid and fell on the ground.

Ye Qingyang stepped forward and pulled out the Qingjian, "Hey, Qingmangjian. Thank you Master Chu for the gift to my sister. Bumei will accept it quickly. I have to thank Master Chu for learning how to dance the sword."

"Hehe, thank you Master Chu." Ye Bumei covered her mouth and said with Ye Qingyang.

Chu Lu was helped by the dog's legs, wiped the soil on his face, spat out two mouthfuls of mud, and looked at the crowd. He smiled and said; "Hehe, Young Master Ye still understands me. I just made this decision to give the sword to Sister Bumei, but I'm too embarrassed to give it myself." Saying this is a scolding in my heart; I wipe, you beat me and I took my sword away, your uncle's, and you will look good in the future.

"Haha, goodbye Young Master Ye."

Chu Lu looked at Ye Qingyang and the two who were walking away, and his eyes were full of resentment.

"Master, let's catch up with them, beat him down, get back the sword, and take the chick home."

"Your uncle's. Young master, I have been beaten like this, and the result is not the same with the few rubbish of you. Didn't you hear that the chick is recuperating? What are you fighting for?" Chu Lu put his anger on the dog-leg guy.

"What the young master said is, what he said is." The dogleg, who was slapped a few times, rubbed his head while admitting his mistake. I thought to myself; "You are nothing if you don't have the skills to flirt with others."

"Hey, I'm still asking my father to find a good sword for me when I go home. Otherwise, how can I go out and pretend to compare, how can I go to those little girls?"

"Let's go home!" Chu Lu quickly went to the Chuma family with his gangs. Since many people saw their embarrassment, how could they have the mood to continue shopping again?

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On the other side, Ye Qingyang and Ye Bumei in Hongyun Building.

"Hehe, third brother, you are really amazing. Just a few words, let the stupid donkey give us the sword. The low-grade magic weapon, the good thing, can't you buy it for me?"

"Hey, I'll get you something better next time. Xiaoer will make me a pot of jade Guanyin." Ye Qingyang, who was sitting in the private room on the second floor, shouted.

"Master, your tea".

"OK, thanks".

"Master, our boss said it. You beat up that stupid donkey today, and this stupid donkey eats and drinks for free with us. You breathed a sigh of relief for us. The boss said that today's meal is free."

"Hehe, then thank you boss for me."

"Okay, young master. I'll go down first, you have something to order." Xiao Er exits the private room.

"Next week, I'm going to the Bookstore to choose a martial art. Third brother, how many attributes can we have in our fate?"

(Attributes are what all people on this azure planet have in their souls, and they won't change the day after tomorrow. There may be one attribute in the human body, there may be two, or there may be more. The more attributes, the more exercises that can be cultivated, which also proves that the talent is high. The martial arts are selected according to attributes, and each attribute has Corresponding colors, Wu Ji also distinguishes attributes according to colors.)