Chapter 132: Sword Competition

In the cemetery, he bid farewell to Xia Ling'er's family and Huizhen's sister. Zhang Haotian went to the highway to recruit a taxi and arrived at the underground parking lot not far from "Ye Tiantang". As soon as he got off the car, he saw that the rolling shutter door had been pulled down. From the outside, there should be no one here.

There was a closed small door in the middle of the roller shutter door. Zhang Haotian walked over and knocked the door with a "hurrying" sound.

After a while, I heard footsteps behind the roller shutter door, but the door did not close immediately. The people inside were naturally peeking through somewhere to who was coming outside.

But soon, the door opened, revealing a young man with a medium figure and long hair. Zhang Haotian didn't know him, but the young man with long hair obviously knew Zhang Haotian. He smiled at him and said, "Brother Tian, ​​you are finally here. Brother Scar and his brothers are waiting for you."

As he said, he closed the door and then said, "Brother Tian, ​​I'm sorry, please hand over your phone. This is Brother Scar's order. When the matter is over, I will return it to you."

Zhang Haotian understood that he had put his phone in check because he was afraid that these people would have too many calls to affect morale. Second, he was worried that the news would leak too much. Someone reported to the government. The police could not do it even if they wanted to turn a blind eye. He nodded and took out his phone.

The young man with long hair asked someone else to mark Zhang Haotian's mobile phone, so he took Zhang Haotian through the parking lot and entered through the side door.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard the sound of fighting coming from inside. It was obvious that Zhao Jinfeng was training with a group of people.

After walking through the conference room that day, I arrived at a hall, which was a training ground of about four or five hundred square meters. At this time, the snow was shaking, and more than one hundred young men were holding machetes in their hands, neatly arranged in more than ten rows. With the command of a middle-aged man at the front, he repeatedly practiced the chopping movements, which was no different from that of soldiers practicing bayonets. Even Jiang Yang, the most capable young generation under Su Zhi, was practicing in it.

The middle-aged man was naturally Zhao Jinfeng, nicknamed "Brother Scar". He also saw Zhang Haotian who was walking through the door. He waved his hand and asked everyone to continue practicing. When he arrived in front of him, he waved his long-haired young man to leave, and then said in a very serious tone: "Zhang Haotian, according to the regulations of that day, you are five days late. Do you know that you are wrong?"

Zhang Haotian said, "Brother Scar, I'm with you..."

However, Zhao Jinfeng did not let him finish his words, so he stared at him and said, "I don't need to listen to your explanation. You have violated the regulations. This is a fact. Now, you must accept punishment."

Zhang Haotian is a person with a strong sense of discipline. Although he had no choice but to make a last resort, it was indeed wrong not to come here to register for the collection on time. So he stopped talking, just straightened his waist and said, "Okay, I am willing to accept the punishment."

Zhao Jinfeng looked at Zhang Haotian's firm face and nodded, "I will punish you to practice swinging the knife a thousand times here according to their movements. If you don't sleep once, do you know?"

Zhang Haotian looked at the young men who were still practicing, but saw that they had only three movements, slashing diagonally and cutting horizontally, and finally turned back to the wrist and stabbed in front. Although it was simple, it was very practical and was the basis for using a knife.

Although his sword skills were a master at this time, Zhang Haotian had no objection to Zhao Jinfeng's punishment. Instead, he took out the golden dragon short sword from the paper bag he carried with him, pulled out the knife, inserted the scabbard into his waist, and then walked to the side, waved the short sword, and began to practice the three simple movements.

The young men in the hall were holding all the machetes. The golden light in Zhang Haotian's hand, the short sword as bright as a mirror, immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Zhao Jinfeng and Jiang Yang were both people around Su Zhigao, so they naturally recognized this short golden dragon sword. Seeing it appear in Zhang Haotian's hand, Jiang Yang's eyes flashed with dissatisfaction, and Zhao Jinfeng quickly shouted at these young men: "Go up and don't look randomly. If anyone moves, I will punish him to practice five hundred more times."

After hearing what Zhao Jinfeng said, the young men no longer looked at Zhang Haotian's short golden dragon sword, but practiced the repeated movements over and over again, only Jiang Yang always glanced at the knife in his hand.

About half an hour later, Zhao Jinfeng asked the young men to rest for a while. After a while, he asked them to change the machete in their hands into wooden sticks, divide them into two groups, and start practicing with each other. It was not until noon that they asked them to go to the canteen next to have a meal, then have a good rest, keep up their spirits, and continue training at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhao Jinfeng did not let Zhang Haotian have a meal, and he was still practicing alone in the hall, just like he had never learned to kill, and there was no sign of complaint on his face.

Half an hour later, Zhao Jinfeng slowly walked into the empty hall. Seeing Zhang Haotian practicing silently and seriously alone, a trace of satisfaction passed by, and then observed his knife speed. Soon, his face changed slightly, and he shouted: "Zhang Haotian, stop first."

Zhang Haotian stopped and said, "Brother Scar, what advice do you have?"

Zhao Jinfeng stared at him and said, "Your move is very stable and very fast. How long have you practiced the knife?"

Zhang Haotian knew that Zhao Jinfeng was also a knife-knowing person, so he said, "It's almost four years."

Zhao Jinfeng's eyes flashed again and said, "Oh, you have only practiced knife for four years, which is beyond my expectations. Could it be that a famous teacher has guided you?"

Zhang Haotian didn't want to hide it, so he nodded and said, "Yes, I have worshipped a master, he is a master of using swords."

Zhao Jinfeng did not ask again, but turned around, picked up two wooden sticks from the ground, took one into his hand, and threw the other to Zhang Haotian, saying, "Use your sword technique to see if you deserve the good knife in your hand."

Zhang Haotian understood that he wanted to try himself, and he also wanted to see how Scar Brother's sword technique was, so he inserted the golden dragon short knife back into the scabbard, then placed it on the ground, holding a wooden stick in his right hand, confronting Zhao Jinfeng.

At this moment, Zhao Jinfeng moved his body, raised the wooden stick and pointed it towards his neck. It was really fast and fast, and it was difficult for ordinary people to dodge.

However, Zhang Haotian was not an ordinary person. He didn't move much. With a wave of his right arm, he swung Zhao Jinfeng's wooden stick away. He then turned the defense and attacked him, and stabbed him at his right flank. His move was much faster than Zhao Jinfeng, which was different from when he was practicing just now.

When Zhao Jinfeng saw this speed, he was also shocked. He knew that it was too late to turn his wooden stick around and block it, so he had to take a step back. However, Zhang Haotian's sword style did not stop. With his wrist, he actually slashed from his lower abdomen to his chest. This move was the "single-spread wing-up" in the Wang family's sword technique.

Zhao Jinfeng was not a mediocre person. He hurriedly pushed the wooden stick down and held this move. However, Zhang Haotian bent his body and the wooden stick slashed straight out from the middle of his body. It was another move "Backing his body and crossing his sword to worship Guanyin".

This time, the change was extremely clever, and the angle of the wooden stick was also very tricky. Zhao Jinfeng did not dare to take it head-on, so he quickly took a big step back.

Zhang Haotian had already felt that although Zhao Jinfeng knew how to use swords, his sword skills were not as good as the fast sword "Zhu Er". He could only be considered a second- and third-rate. It was probably no master had taught him, but he was just fighting against the enemy entirely based on his own experience. Such sword skills were OK to deal with ordinary enemies, but when he met someone like him who had guidance from a wise master and had learned the master sword technique, he would be defeated in just a few moves and even lose his life.

After trying out Zhao Jinfeng's strength, Zhang Haotian no longer used the Wang family's sword technique moves. He took the wooden stick and used some simple moves casually. Even so, after more than ten moves, Zhao Jinfeng seemed to be in a dilemma.

During the battle, Zhang Haotian turned the wooden stick, and the tip of the stick had hit the bone of his right wrist. Zhao Jinfeng hummed, and a palm was opened, and the wooden stick had fallen to the ground. This was because Zhang Haotian did not use any force on his hand, otherwise his wrist bone would have been broken.

Although he knew that Zhang Haotian's sword skills must be good, he did not expect that he would be defeated so soon. Zhao Jinfeng's face was also ugly. Looking at the falling wooden stick, he didn't say a word for a long time.

At this moment, Zhang Haotian smiled slightly and said, "Brother Scar, I've given up. It was so dangerous just now. I almost let you hit me, and I don't know how to hit you."

Zhao Jinfeng knew that Zhang Haotian was giving him a step, and hummed, "Zhang Haotian, you don't have to say these words to comfort me. Losing means losing, Wei means Wei. Your sword technique is indeed above me. Brother gives you this golden dragon short sword, and his vision is above me."

Seeing that Zhao Jinfeng lost with integrity, Zhang Haotian secretly praised him and said sincerely: "Brother Scar, you don't have to be discouraged. I have had an adventure and learned sword skills. It is very famous in the world. If I rely on my own skills to explore sword skills like you, I am afraid it will be far inferior to you."
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