The Sword God of the South

The Five White Angels

Now the teacher and the student were already facing each other. They are in a ready state.

The Sword of the God King had already been plucked out of its scabbard. The heirloom sword rod gave off a silvery-white light as it was exposed to the touch of sunlight.

Mountain winds blow. The clothes of the two men fluttered.

"Start!" The Palm of the Hand of Death gives the cue.

Zhang Fei nodded. As soon as the remark was over, he directly charged towards his teacher.

"Boosting the Movement of Gods!"

Yush!!!

As soon as the first intervened, without any more responsibility the young man immediately pulled out his sword stance.

He knew, his teacher could deal with the moves that were issued. Therefore, Zhang Fei did not want to attack half-and-half.

The shadow of the sword instantly shut down Pek Ma's entire body. The wind from the weapon was extremely sharp. Even the leaves fell due to the sword air coming out.

The teacher and student battle was going on with excitement. Pek Ma also had no mercy. Even in this fight, he treated Zhang Fei like his enemies.

Every attack he unleashed was capable of taking human lives. The style that is held also cannot be seen one eye.

Seeing the seriousness of his teacher in attacking, it was inevitable that Zhang Fei would have to expend all his energy and abilities.

The young man was not angry because his teacher was being serious. He just feels happy.

Because indirectly, it has been looked upon highly. Not looked down upon anymore!

The second stage has now been called. The young man's attacks were getting faster and fiercer.

Although he knew his efforts were in vain, Zhang Fei still did not want to stop. He did not want to be considered weak by his teacher.

The two men's movements were very fast. The dust and small pebbles flew like they were blown by a strong wind.

The longer he fought, the more excited Zhang Fei looked. Without him noticing, he had even brought out the fourth style of the Sword God Book.

His movements began to shut down. Every point on Pek Ma's body became the target of the young man.

He himself is no longer fooling around. Himself brought out his ultimate style.

The third stage of the Nine False Palms was already issued. Although the moves are not as sadistic as before, they are still very dangerous.

Evidently now, it was only a few moments of attacking alone that Zhang Fei was already overwhelmed. He could not get out of his teacher's ambush.

It was fortunate that Pek Ma did not bring out all his abilities. Try if he did that, it might have been Zhang Fei in his hands.

Dozens of moves have passed back. The situation is still balanced. Both his teacher and his student, both tried hard to paralyze each other.

Reaching the eightieth, suddenly Pek Ma pushed his right palm forward. A wind that carried a high force instantly charged towards Zhang Fei.

The young man was pushed back. He also felt pain in his chest.

'It turns out the teacher's style is really terrible. Though I had tried to endure it with all my might, the young man's inner self after he had sensed how powerful the attack just now was.

A moment later, Zhang Fei wanted to continue his attack again. But just at that moment, Pek Ma sounded exclaiming.

"Enough, son of Fei. We've rehearsed this fight,"

"Good, teacher,"

Zhang Fei immediately retracted the prepared attack. He also inserted the Sword of the God King into his scabbard.

"It turns out that the style you master is getting more mature. Your progress is good too. I am proud," he said of the progress Zhang Fei had made.

Zhang Fei realized, everything he obtained right now was due to his teacher, the Five White Angels.

If there were none, how could he possibly be what he is now?

For this reason, he had great respect for his five teachers.

"Now clean your body. There was a clear river there," said the old man while pointing to the place in question.

Zhang Fei nodded his head. He then immediately walked towards the place.

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The night has returned. Zhang Fei and Pek Ma were currently in a restaurant. Sitting at a table is not just them.

There were four others there. They are none other than the teacher of the child himself.

The five White Angels are complete. They arrived in Luoyang City not too long ago.

Now the teacher and the student were chatting while waiting for the food they ordered.

Laughter sounds are heard. Sometimes they joke with each other.

The restaurant is located in the middle of the city, so it is not surprising that the conditions in it are very crowded.

The visitors who come also come from various ages and circles. Some are old, some are young. There were ordinary merchants, even treasurers and martial people.

After waiting for quite a while, finally the order arrived as well. They immediately ate it up greedily.

Without taking a long time, all the food has gone into each stomach.

"I've missed this kind of atmosphere so much" said Pek Ciu. One of the Five White Angels.

"really. Me too" said his colleague Pek Sin.

The six people were cluttering again. They share their experiences with each other over what they have missed after some time apart.

It turned out that what the four of the other Five White Angels said was almost the same as Pek Ma.

Zhang Fei who heard that couldn't say anything more. He could only try to strengthen his resolve.

He believes, as long as we want to try, any problem there will be a way out.

Including the problem of the martial world that is now afflicting the land of Tionggoan!

When the day began late at night, they immediately went from the restaurant and looked for a simple inn.

After finding the inn, those people immediately entered it. They did not sleep immediately, but gathered in a room that was quite spacious.

Incidentally, there are some benches. Three of Zhang Fei's teachers were sitting there. One person on the window. Pek Ma sat on the bed. The young man himself sat on the floor.

"Are you getting any information about the assault that the Sword Mountain Party will be carrying out?" tanya Pek Ma initiated a serious conversation.

"Yes, we got it, Chairman," the member named Pek Ciu replied quickly. After pausing for a while, he immediately resumed his words. "The strike is already approved to start tomorrow at midnight. The Mountain Sword Party will be assisted by several small colleges and two higher-ups from the Suma Family," he explained.

"So, the Suma Family agreed to help them?"

"Ehmm, right, Chairman," Pek Ciu replied as he nodded his head.

"alright. How much help is that?"

"About twenty people,"

"Are they all higher-ups from their respective places of origin?"