The suffering of flesh and blood begins with Demon Slayer forging swords

My name is Yuta Furujo, and my ancestors have run this Gucheng martial arts hall for generations.

It was originally thought that after the promulgation of the ban on swords, more young people would improve themselves in other ways, such as using physical martial arts training to regulate the healthy development of emotions.

Unexpectedly, there were originally more than ten disciples who trained daily to maintain the daily routine of the Daoist Hall, but now he was the only one left, and he knew that many disciples came here just to lay a solid foundation and go to a better sword art Daoist Hall to worship the master.

"Sorry, Master, I won't be able to come from tomorrow, please take care!"

When the last disciple apologized to himself, Yuta Furujo sat motionless on the tatami mat, ignoring it.

As an island country martial arts hall, it is natural to lay tatami on the floor, and under the transmission of generations from generation to generation, the training ground that was only about fifty square meters at the beginning, now it has passed to him almost three hundred square meters.

"Master? Master? Mr. Gucheng! You okay? The

young man beckoned in front of him, and the rapid passage of trainees these days also made him feel haggard, his beard was strained, and his eye bags were thickened.

No matter how much they dissuaded them, they were even willing to provide one-on-one guidance for them, but they could not redeem the fact that the general trend of the Taoist Hall was gone.

"Huh? I'm fine, well, you go, go home early, be careful on the way!

"Yes, and thank you for your guidance over the years! Then I'll go! "

Hmm."

Watching the last trainee walk out of the dojo, looking at the sunset in the distance, shining on the dojo with the last faint sunlight, Furujo Yuta sighed and walked back to the dojo with his back hand.

He also knew very well in his heart that the situation of the Taoist Hall was not even thin now, and if he sold the Taoist Hall at this time, he might be able to sell it at a good price.

Otherwise, when you are poor in the future, it will be difficult to sell at a high price.

I wanted to learn judo hard back then, so I also went to the ancient roots of the island country - flower planters, as a foreigner, the local martial arts gym did not treat him, and worked as an apprentice in a martial arts hall for eight years before being accepted as a named disciple by an external master.

The martial arts hall teaches Wing Chun, which is said to be a small type of boxing unique to the south, but when I first arrived at the flower planter, I went to the door to kick the gym, but I did not expect that the ancestral judo was simply vulnerable in front of this way.

This further strengthened the path of study in the flower planting family, and he stayed for ten years without hesitation despite the other eyes of others and the dissuasion of his fellow villagers.

It's just that his master's master taught him Bajiquan, and although he barely overcame the language after eight years, some obscure words were still difficult to understand, but he understood one sentence, that is, Bajiquan is more powerful than Wing Chun.

Two years after the master's careful teaching, the master of the ancient city Yuta actually challenged the martial arts hall master who applied for his job, and he also watched the duel in the crowd, watching the overwhelmingness at the beginning of the Bajiquan period, and the opponent was difficult to support, and then he lost step by step.

In the end, he and his crippled master were left in the wild, and after that, he abandoned his master and fled back to his hometown like a chicken.

It is undeniable that the master unreservedly imparted to him the essence of Bajiquan, showing the "open door shot, six forces into one", six major opening powers, and the "close to the mountain" of the eight poles of opening the door.

Opening enemy portals, then slamming and subduing enemies, a path he had never seen in his family tradition, was loved by him and often practiced secretly in private.

Blowing out the oil lamp on the table, Yuta Furujo recovered a little from the practice of Bajiquan, planning to sleep well in the next days, and tomorrow he would not have to get up early because he had to take the trainees to exercise in the morning.

Just as he locked the door of the martial arts hall, a person appeared in the courtyard at an unknown time.

The man wore a purple-red shirt, a rosary on his ankles, short pink hair, golden eyes, pale skin, countless dark blue tattoo stripes engraved all over his body, and blood-red nails.

"Is it a new cadet? Sorry, even if you have to register, please come back tomorrow morning. Just

as Yuta Ancient City bypassed the strange boy and walked out, a fist wind came from the side.

Furujo Yuta subconsciously unleashed the Bajiquan Door Opening Cannon and used his arms to defuse the opponent's attack.

"It's so strong, isn't it a beginner?"

Immediately after another punch smashed at himself, Furujo Yuta changed his steps and slammed into each other with his elbows and shoulders, which was Kei Tieshan Back.

After repelling the opponent for several meters, Gucheng Yutai reacted, and just now he used his whole body strength in a hurry.

"Hey, teenager, it's okay, why did you suddenly fight, could it be that you came to kick the gym?"

"Don't work so hard, there are no more students coming now, and the dojo will close down in a short time."

Furucheng Yuta quickly explained, for fear of some misunderstanding between the other party and himself.

"You have a very strong fighting spirit, I, want to fight with you."

The boy didn't seem to be in any big trouble, squinting lazily at him.

"Whew, you're okay, gesture? Then I'll just use judo. "

I haven't realized the seriousness of the matter yet, because it's just an ordinary conversation between the teenager and himself.

A minute later

, Yuta, who fell to the ground with a blue nose and a swollen face, realized that the other party did not seem to have left his hand, and his fist hit the flesh, hitting the point.

"This is not your full strength, the moves are different from the previous ones, use the previous moves to fight me."

The boy stretched out his palm, which seemed to be his starting style.

At this time, Yuta Furujo noticed that the boy's two pupils seemed to be engraved, wound and three.

"If I am underestimated, then I will not keep my hand, and don't blame me if I am crippled!"

Gucheng Yuta started with an invincible opening Bajiquan to get close, but the next move was no longer to elbow the enemy and fly, but to pull the person and then hit him to death, breaking his elbow against his chest, and picking an elbow to hit his chin.

The teenager was also a little confused by this set of consecutive moves, and just now in order to deal with the elbow strike, he deliberately stabilized the lower set, but was entangled several times.

[Blood Demon Technique, Destruction and Killing] "

Hey, it's still not dead, young man, your moves are good, but they are worse than me, how about you be a deputy pavilion master?"

"Come again!"

"Well, come again."

The boy's fist became more powerful to suppress him, and he kept punching, even if he defended with his elbow, the other party did not shy away from hitting him.

"Aren't you afraid of broken fingers!"

"You should care more about yourself."

I? What's wrong with me?

The other person's hand seems to be reaching into me!

Cool and fluttering, a feeling of falling from the abdomen, have I been pierced? Is this really something that human beings can do?

"Your fighting spirit is very good, but you are dying."

Me, am I going to die? But I don't want to die yet! Furujo Yuta's brain was blank, and liquid seemed to spit out of his throat.

"Gag—

" "Want to be a ghost?" You qualify to be a ghost so that you can still live. "

Ghost? What is a ghost? Strange power like him? Is it not necessary to die?

Furujo Yutai nodded weakly, now all he could do was this small movement.

"Yossie, drink this blood, endure it, and you will become one of us!"

"By the way, remember my name, my name is Hypzo."