Almighty Cultivating Fanatic

The small platform in the Plaza of the Full Moon, sword and saber clashed together. A dazzling spark flashed from the point of collision.

The longblade was only a few centimeters away from Chen Yang's neck, but his expression remained calm and unperturbed. He didn't even frown.

The One Blade Stream was similar to the Triple Solar Fist as it focused on moving forward bravely without fear. However, Yi Teng Er hesitated. In this way, his cultivation realm would surely stagnate. At the very least, it would be difficult for him to advance another inch in the cultivation of the One Blade Stream.

Drops of fresh blood fell onto the ground, making "drip drip" sounds.

Everyone at the scene looked at Chen Yang's back with a face full of inexplicable shock.

"Boss is mighty."

Liang Jun fiercely swung his fist, and he was so excited that his face flushed red.

"You lost."

Chen Yang kept his sword and lowered his head to look at the blade. His eyes were filled with sadness. The smooth blade of the sword already had a hole in it. To someone like him who loved swords, the destruction of a sword was no less than the death of a comrade.

"Eighty, I haven't lost yet."

Sensing the disdain in Chen Yang's eyes, Yi Teng Er was enraged and slashed at Chen Yang's neck.

"Be careful!" Liang Jun's expression changed drastically as he loudly warned.

As the blade approached, Chen Yang quickly rose to his feet. At the same time, he thrust his sword towards Yi Teng Er's wrist, piercing it in a split-second.

"Clang!"

The katana fell to the ground.

"I don't have the courage to be fearless, nor the spirit to admit defeat in a gamble. No matter how talented I am, it's useless."

Chen Yang sighed to himself as he lost all interest in Yi Teng Er.

Carrying his sword, he walked in front of the man borrowing the sword. With an apologetic look, he said, "I'm sorry, I broke your treasured sword. "You can look for the Xue Clan later and have them change you into a new one."

"No need, no need."

The man waved his hands, his eyes filled with admiration. The sword art of this man in front of him was even more powerful than the sword technique he had inherited from his ancestors. If he didn't know that the ancient martial world didn't allow this sword art to be passed down to outsiders, he would have already knelt down and taken this person as his master.

"The forging techniques of this sword are passed down from an expert. Although it is a good sword, it is a pity that it has never seen blood before. It lacks a bit of maliciousness."

Chen Yang handed the sword to the man and turned around to pick up Yi Teng Er's katana. He looked at it and nodded in satisfaction.

This katana was filled with killing intent. If it was kept at home, it would be able to hold the house. If it was held in one's hand, it could injure ghosts. It was a pretty good weapon.

"Liang Jun, let's go."

"Oh, oh."

Liang Jun quickly nodded his head and followed Chen Yang. He then gave Chen Yang a thumbs up, "Old Chen, your kung fu is definitely this."

Chen Yang laughed lightly: "My cultivation realm is higher than him, defeating him is very normal. Whether it was speed or power, his slash wasn't any weaker than mine. Unfortunately, he lost the essence of his blade technique at the last moment and didn't have the determination to die. In a battle between experts, a single thread would mean success or failure. "

After thinking for a while, he said, "For a skill like this that requires a single move, one must be fearless. Otherwise, it would be great if he could unleash 50% of his power."

Liang Jun was suddenly enlightened. After a while, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and asked with a face full of shock, "You're saying that if he was like you, both of you would perish together?"

"Haha, am I that stupid?" Chen Yang laughed out loud. "At most, both sides will suffer, and his injuries are definitely worse than mine."

When Liang Jun heard this, he was stunned. He secretly glanced at Chen Yang's side profile, thinking to himself, as expected, I knew you weren't someone easy to deal with.

Although he was shocked by Chen Yang's methods, after seeing what happened today, Liang Jun was filled with interest towards cultivating ancient martial arts. However, he also knew the rules of the ancient martial world. He held it in for a long time before asking, "Chen Yang, can you teach me martial arts?"

Chen Yang's heart skipped a beat. "You really want to learn?"

"Of course, of course."

"It's not impossible to teach you, but you have to follow the rules of martial arts. You can't bully your master, and you can't bully the weak." Of course, the most important thing is that learning martial arts is very bitter, are you able to persevere? "

Liang Jun slapped his chest, and thought with great determination, "No problem."

Chen Yang thought for a moment, then said with a heavy heart, "Let me see your aptitude first." With that, he went up to inspect it and finally nodded, "Your talent is not bad." "I'll give you one day to think about it. When you're done thinking about it, tell me."

With his experience, there was no such thing as a family in his mind. If he were to meet a young man with a good temperament, he wouldn't mind giving him some pointers.

After getting their car from the parking lot, the two went to the hospital again.

After re-examining Xue Shouye's condition, he heaved a sigh of relief. The Miasma was decreasing, it would only take a few days for it to completely disappear.

It was already noon when he returned to school from the hospital. The moment Chen Yang walked into the dormitory, he was surprised to find that Zhang Jian was also there. He was surprised and looked at Zhang Jian from head to toe. "Why are you back?" he asked curiously. You've recovered from your illness? "

"Eh?"

When Zhang Jian heard this, an awkward expression appeared on his face. However, it was obvious that he had something on his mind, so he ignored the embarrassment and took off his pants: "Third Bro, help me take a look and see what's going on?"

"Damn, what are you doing?"

Chen Yang was shocked by his actions, but at the same time, he felt a little baffled.

"Wait a moment, what happened?"

Seeing that this guy was about to openly undress, Chen Yang quickly stopped him.

"Ol 'Three, I feel very uncomfortable these few days, especially since there are a lot of small bumps on it. It doesn't hurt or itch, but it's a bit like an ulcer." Zhang Jian stopped what he was doing and looked at Chen Yang eagerly as he explained.

Chen Yang frowned, "Extend your tongue?"

Ah!

"I'll go."

Looking carefully at Zhang Jian's tongue, Chen Yang's expression slightly changed. He then grabbed Zhang Jian's wrist and felt his pulse.

After a while, he put down Zhang Jian's wrist and snappily said, "I told you before, when your mouth has ulcers, don't go to a place like a bar, and don't use other people's cup. You just won't listen. "It's good now, you must have been infected by someone."

"What?" Hearing this, Zhang Jian panicked and came forward to hold Chen Yang's hand, "Third brother, what kind of illness did I have?"

"AIDS."

Zhang Jian was suddenly stunned and his face turned pale. His hands and feet were trembling uncontrollably and he looked like he was about to collapse to the ground.

"Look at that bear look of yours. How could you not have the courage to go out and play around when you have the guts? Alright, alright, I'm just trying to scare you. "

Chen Yang helplessly retracted his hand and took a pen and paper from the table. As he wrote, he said, "It's not some serious illness, I will prescribe some medicine for you and you will be able to recover completely after eating for half a month. But let me remind you, you must be absolutely restrained during this period of time. You are currently in a high risk situation and can infect other people at any time. "

With Chen Yang's words, a bright light flashed in Zhang Jian's eyes as some life finally filled his eyes. He promised without hesitation, "Alright, alright. "Hurry up and prescribe the medicine, I'll go buy it right away."

Chen Yang finished writing the prescription and handed it over to him, then instructed him with a serious expression, "You'd better take two weeks off. Rent a house on the outside and don't get in touch with anyone until you're cured. "This is an infectious disease, and the disease is very urgent. If you are not careful and infect someone else, you are doomed."

Zhang Jianniu stared at him, "It's that serious?" Third brother, tell me, what disease is this? "

Chen Yang looked around and whispered two words into Chen Yang's ear. Zhang Jian turned pale with fright. He opened his mouth to shout, but Chen Yang's hand stopped him.

"Shut up. "If elder sister Xia finds out that you're sick, she won't break up with you. I'll take your surname."

"Oh, oh."

Thinking of the consequences of being told, Zhang Jian nodded his head in fear. He grabbed the prescription and ran off, "I'll call Xiao Xia right now and tell her that my grandma has passed away. I need to go home."

"Cough, cough."

Chen Yang was immediately exasperated. What an unworthy descendant!