C12 Fencing

The first wisp of purple qi rose in the morning. It was so dense that it was beautiful.

The youth with the naked upper body was meticulous. He drew his sword and sheathed it, constantly repeating the same action. Sweat flowed down his cheeks, converging on his chin and dripping onto his chest before splashing away.

In the early spring morning, many people do not want to leave the warm bed.

The sun rose higher and higher, and the purple clouds disappeared. The young man was sweating more and more. His sweat-soaked skin was full of beauty under the morning sun.

With a creak, the sound of a door opening sounded out in the courtyard. It was the sound of two tired young men. Both of them were yawning and stretched, their spirits not very good.

These two were Li Ren's new subordinates. They had moved out from the pier and lived in Li Ren's courtyard. This is also why China has paid great attention to the merits of dragons since ancient times, often the first to seek refuge with preferential treatment.

"Big Brother, you're up so early?"

While yawning and stroking his head that was only half an inch long, Zhou Jian hurriedly greeted his boss.

Li Ren acted as if he did not hear it, he still meticulously brandished his sword, and did not even blink.

Zhou Jian felt awkward, and looked embarrassed. Although they had just met, Zhou Jian had a certain understanding of his boss's personality. He entered the house immediately and took out a basin to wash up.

After washing their faces and rinsing their mouths, the two of them looked up to see that Li Ren's actions had not changed in the slightest.

Wang Li could not help but ask, "What do you think is the use of Big Brother constantly waving his sword around? Don't true experts have powerful techniques? "

Regarding Wang Li's question, Zhou Jian did not know how to answer it. In their subconscious mind, they knew that true experts could fly over walls, and their moves would be awe-inspiring, with elegant and unrestrained movements. They had also seen the boxing masters of the boxing club practice their boxing skills before. They were called handsome. They moved like wild horses that had escaped their reins and stood tall like pines.

They could not tell what was wrong with people like Li Ren who kept drawing and retracting his sword. The only thing he could tell was that Li Ren's attitude was very serious, and even gave them a kind of sacred feeling.

However, Zhou Jian would not say it out loud like he did with Wang Li. He had never read a book, but he knew what to say and what not to say.

"You're the one who has the most nonsense, you know the level of a boss, hurry up and come with me!" Without any warning, another large foot landed on Wang Li's body, which Zhou Jian scolded.

"What are we doing?" "I haven't slept enough yet," Wang Li muttered under his breath. He was extremely dissatisfied with Zhou Jian.

"You idiot, you're not going to eat breakfast, are you?"

"So you're going to buy Big Bro breakfast. Just say it earlier."

Zhou Jian's tone was impatient, he went around Li Ren and headed outside, while Wang Li followed behind him and walked out.

Li Ren turned a deaf ear to the conversation between the two, as every time he swung his sword, he would have a special kind of comprehension. He could not say that this was martial arts, but no matter what he did, it required practice to produce skill. If an old man who sold oil could sell his cultivation level, then so could he. There was nothing difficult in this world. He was only afraid of people who wanted to help. Just like this, he continued to swing his sword without feeling the slightest bit of boredom. What he lacked the least was patience and perseverance.

Pushing open the gate to the courtyard, many hawkers had already set up their stalls on the street. There were those who sold vegetables, those who sold soy milk and youtiao, those who sold newspapers, and those who pulled carts. These people in small businesses are often among the earliest in the city, as they have been since time immemorial.