Chapter 2: The Humorous Liu Laosan

"Who are you?" Shi Feizhe looked at the big man in front of him warily.

Based on his experience working in the clinic, the person in front of him is a martial artist with sufficient blood and qi. He has to bandage many such people every day, so he will not make a mistake.

"Boy, are you actually practicing the "True Source Sword Finger Technique"?" The big man did not answer Shi Feizhe's question, but asked with a sneer.

"Why?" Shi Feizhe was puzzled. He didn't know whether the person in front of him was an enemy or a friend.

"Hahaha~ It's so funny! Someone is actually practicing the "True Source Sword Finger Technique"!" The big man couldn't help laughing when he heard Shi Feizhe's answer.

"Do you know... cough cough..." The big man laughed so hard that he coughed.

"What's so funny!" Shi Feizhe couldn't help saying when he saw him laughing so arrogantly.

"Well! Master Liu, I'm in a good mood, let you be a wise ghost!" Liu San, who called himself Master Liu, said: "You young people are always not pragmatic."

"How can it be so easy to cultivate inner strength and true qi? When the blood is full, the qi is full, and when the qi is full, the essence overflows, and when the essence overflows, the spirit is full, and when the spirit is full, the truth is revealed! Without sufficient spirit, where does the inner strength and true qi come from?"

"If any kind of physique can practice inner strength, then what's the point of us grinding qi, blood, tendons and bones every day?"

"Only with a sufficient physique can true qi be cultivated! A thin stick like you is also qualified to practice inner strength and true qi?"

"In the decades since the "True Source Sword Finger Art" appeared in the martial arts world, there are at least 800 copies, if not a thousand, and no one has ever succeeded in practicing it!"

"Hahaha, it's so funny! Someone is actually practicing this!" Liu San couldn't help laughing as he spoke.

He thought it was so interesting to come and kill this little ghost. After killing him. Then tell the people in the gang about this little ghost, it must be the most interesting joke in the past few months!

This made him more famous as the "humorous third brother".

Liu San's few words contained too much information, which made Shi Feizhe's head buzz.

What "knowing ghost", what "sufficient physical strength can cultivate true qi", what "no one has ever cultivated the "True Source Sword Finger Art" in decades!"

No wonder there was a copy of "True Source Sword Finger Art" in the arms of the corpse, it turned out to be a rubbish technique that no one wanted.

What was the true qi that he practiced just now?

Seeing Shi Feizhe's dazed look, Liu San thought this mission was really interesting.

"Boy, you changed the medicine for my big brother today, right?" he asked.

"Which big brother is yours?" Shi Feizhe asked with a blank face. In recent days, the number of patients with knife wounds and internal injuries has suddenly increased, and he really can't remember who he changed the medicine for.

"It doesn't matter! Take your head to see my big brother, and you will naturally recognize it! Hahaha!" Liu San laughed wildly and rushed over to Shi Feizhe, raising his hand and slapping Shi Feizhe in the chest.

Shi Feizhe hastily crossed his hands to block his chest, but how could he block a strong man like Liu San?

He felt as if he was hit by a bull, and his body flew backwards involuntarily. Both forearms had no feeling.

Then someone hit his head hard again, and Shi Feizhe only felt his head "buzzing", his eyes went black, and then the world spun around, his consciousness was blurred, and he didn't know where he was. He didn't even know that blood was flowing out of his mouth and nose!

"Hmm? The kid is quite durable!" Master Liu held Shi Feizhe's neck and felt that there was still a pulse on Shi Feizhe's neck, knowing that the kid was not dead.

His two hits on people would kill even a strong man. I didn't expect this kid to resist.

"Why... why..." Shi Feizhe said in a daze.

He didn't know why, why someone suddenly came to kill him! He didn't offend anyone!

"If you make our big brother unhappy, you deserve to die!" Master Liu said with a sneer.

If it were normal times, his elder brother would not be so petty.

It’s just that recently their Sifang Gang has faced the alliance of the other two gangs, and the backers behind them have also been lost, which has put the gang under great pressure to survive. Even his elder brother was injured, so he was in a very bad mood.

Although his elder brother didn’t say anything, Liu San already understood his elder brother’s intention. He was going to kill Shi Feizhe, the helper of the clinic, to make his elder brother feel relieved.

Shi Feizhe wanted to ask who your elder brother was, but he felt that it was meaningless.

He just felt angry at the moment, just such a very, very small thing, someone came to kill him!

This damn world!

But he also knew that in the past two months, it was either you killing me or I killing you in the city. There are so many whys!

He didn’t want to die yet, he had died once!

He didn’t want to die yet! ! !

“Boy! Die!” Liu San pinched Shi Feizhe’s throat with his right hand, and was about to exert force, and saw Shi Feizhe tremblingly raised his right hand.

"Hmm?" Liu San was puzzled. What was this kid doing?

Shi Feizhe bit his tongue hard to wake himself up. He opened his eyes a little and saw that his right ring finger was pointed at Liu Ye's throat.

His arm was naturally not as long as Liu San's arm, and there was still half a foot of distance from Liu San's throat!

Then, the trace of true energy in his body started from Dantian, went up to "Chengjiang" and then turned into the "Jianliao" of the right arm and sank all the way to the "Guanchong" of the ring finger!

This is the "Shaoyang Triple Burner of the Hand"!

It is also the operation path of "True Qi into Sword"!

An invisible and weak sword energy shot out from the ring finger of Shi Feizhe's right hand, and then Shi Feizhe fell into a coma.

What the result is, let God decide!

Liu San saw incredulously that a faint and illusory sword energy flew out of Shi Feizhe's ring finger and passed through his throat.

The blood pressure in his body made a blood arrow spurt out of his throat and sprinkled on Shi Feizhe.

He could no longer care about Shi Feizhe. He wanted to cover the hole in his throat with both hands, but he felt difficulty breathing and blood had seeped into his lungs.

His strength was lost bit by bit. He didn't expect that he would capsize here. He was obviously a thin boy, why could he still have a trace of sword energy?

Could it be because of the book "True Origin Sword Finger Technique"?

Impossible! That boy is so thin, how can he practice true qi?

He couldn't figure it out.

So, he died.

Time passed by minute by minute, until the sky in the east was slightly bright, and Shi Feizhe woke up.

At this time, he realized that he had survived.

He stood up shakily, and felt pain all over his body. His head hurt, his arms and chest hurt, and his meridians hurt!

There were dry blood clots in his mouth and nose. He vomited a few times before his throat felt better.

Not far from him was Liu San's body.

"Hehe... Hehe..." Shi Feizhe laughed strangely. He was not afraid of the dead bodies. He had seen too many on the road of Yiyang City in the past two months, and he had seen too many in the clinic.

He looked at the dead bodies like pigs and dogs.

First, he picked up the "True Origin Sword Finger Technique" thrown aside by Liu San and stuffed it into his arms. He went to the kitchen to wash his face, wash some rice and cook.

He hadn't eaten for almost a day since he had lunch at the clinic yesterday.

No matter what he did next, he had to eat a full meal!

Only after eating a full meal could he have the energy to collect! The strange and absurd world of high martial arts began!