I am the only one who can do it: I think I am really going to become an immortal

Of course, this prototype of sword energy still doesn't feel sharp.

Chen Yun could foresee that after he had mastered his practice, what he would wield might not be sharp sword energy, but air shock waves compressed by sword and mental power.

Every sword strikes.

They are all full-screen shock wave attacks that come at you and can sweep the ground.

If you think about it, it is quite violent and ferocious.

There is none of the humble feeling of a gentleman wielding a sword.

He felt that he might be more suitable for weapons like the halberd in the future. After all, he was more like a berserker with both strength and speed.

I was just thinking about this.

Chen Yun simply threw away the broken wooden sword.

He ran to the woods, pulled up a tree by the roots, cut off the messy roots and branches on both sides, and returned to the beach while hugging the huge stick.

then.

He just laughed wildly and waved the wooden stick.

This sword was much more powerful to wield than a small wooden sword, and it made Chen Yun feel quite refreshed.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Cool!"

"This thing is much more useful than a sword!"

Chen Yun excitedly waved the stick which was much bigger than his others.

With a large enough contact area, this thick stick can not only push the compressed air more easily, but also form stick energy similar to sword energy.

Moreover, this big thing feels much more powerful when wielded than a pocket-sized wooden sword.

The more Chen Yun waved his sword, the more excited he became.

Only women play with swords!

A real man would swing this thick and long thing vigorously!

Looking from afar.

The sight of this naked man hugging a big tree and practicing cloak and stick techniques on the rocks by the sea, facing the sea breeze, is really exciting.

As the palm of the hand continued to wave, the air around it seemed to gradually become less calm, sometimes blowing up in gusts of breeze, and sometimes making a low whistle, which was the wailing of the air under the pressure of the trees.

As the night deepens, the stars shine brightly.

Chen Yun's wild dance became a unique landscape on the coastline.

The stick energy flew in all directions, blowing away the tiny gravel at the feet and leaving fleeting traces of the stick energy's pressure on the sea surface.

After a long time.

Chen Yuncai stopped with an excited look on his face.

With great force, he smashed the reef with a wooden stick thicker than a man and embedded it in the stone.

Chen Yun let out a long sigh of relief.

"Cool!"

"Swinging a sword is really girly."

"It still feels a bit better to swing this big guy."

Chen Yun looked at the stick made from the uprooted tree and nodded with satisfaction.

I won’t try to practice air sword energy anymore.

It's difficult and boring, it's better to play with a big stick that shows more power.

If he hits him with this stick.

It's certain that no one will make a sound when you knock on it.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Yun jumped into the vast sea in front of him.

Started my daily sea exercise tonight.

If you want to wield a stick well, strength is absolutely essential.

Let’s set a small goal first, and break through the power of 100,000 tons as soon as possible.

From now on, I will just use the cruise ship to hit people.

Chapter 212 I Know a Peerless Master

April 21st.

In the morning in Shucheng, the air is filled with the freshness and vitality unique to spring.

The sunlight shines through the mist, gently onto the quaint streets, casting a faint golden glow on this historic city.

Wearing an elegant hat, Bai Shi strolled along the quiet yet busy morning street, holding a flower that he had just purchased from a street corner flower stand.

It was a newly blooming lily, pure white, as if it could purify all the noise around it.

He had an appointment with Sun Huiwen to go to the movies today, so he prepared the flowers early.

However, as he was immersed in the morning light and the fragrance of flowers, a subtle feeling began to linger in his heart - the strange feeling of being watched.

At first, he just glanced sideways.

He glanced around out of the corner of his eye, but didn't seem to notice anything unusual.

Pedestrians are still rushing about, vendors are busy doing business, and everything seems so normal.

But for Bai Shi, who has experienced countless storms, this intuition is by no means groundless.

He continued to move forward calmly, his steps brisk but steady, but he had quietly laid an invisible net in his heart.

Having chosen Shucheng to retire, he almost knows most of the routes in his regular activity area.

Bai Shi deliberately chose a more winding route, passing through several narrow alleys.

Every time you pass a mirror or a shiny window, you use the reflection to look behind you in a seemingly unintentional way.

During one such reflection, he caught a glimpse of an imperceptible shadow following closely behind him, the distance between them neither far nor near, but always maintained.

After realizing that he was indeed being followed, Shiraishi felt calmer.

He decided to take advantage of Shu City's intricate terrain and the hustle and bustle of the morning market to get rid of this uninvited guest.

Bai Shi quickened his pace and turned into a bustling market, where he was instantly submerged by the crowd.

Here, every stall is like the entrance to a carefully laid out maze.

Bai Shi shuttled among the stalls, sometimes stopping to greet the stall owners, sometimes bending down to select goods, and each movement just concealed his true intentions.

Finally, he suddenly popped into a small antique shop at a corner.

He quickly walked through the store and slipped out the back door into a quiet alley.

The man who was following far behind just caught up.

But I found that the alley was a dead end and there was no sign of anyone at the moment.

The sun shines from overhead.

The sound of footsteps behind him made him turn around in a daze.

He found Bai Shi who had been following him for a long time.

At this moment, she was lying calmly with her arms folded across her chest, looking at him silently from behind.

"It's you. Your skills haven't deteriorated much."

The man smiled a little, revealing a bright smile.

When he raised his head and revealed his face hidden by his hat, an extremely handsome face appeared.

He has deep and charming blue eyes that seem to be able to see into the secrets of people's hearts. His slightly naturally curly blond hair shines softly in the sun, adding a bit of unruly artistic temperament to him.

His smile is warm and slightly cunning, as if it always hides a secret that is about to be revealed, making people want to get closer but not dare to believe him easily.

His dress is impeccable, showing his ultimate pursuit of quality of life.

Whether it is the well-cut and finely textured custom-made suit that perfectly outlines his slender figure, or the exquisite silk tie, vintage pocket watch and just the right pocket square that are inadvertently revealed, they all reveal a classic and fashion that transcends time.

Just like a gentleman from an old-time movie, every decorative detail exudes irresistible charm.

"Nick..."

"I can't think of anyone else but you who would dress so tastefully and ceremoniously so early in the morning."

Bai Shi curled his lips and rolled his eyes helplessly at the guy who was following him.

To say that there is a sense of ritual is a bit restrained.

Walking in a tuxedo on the busy snack street.

Although it looks good, I always feel that he is a psychopath.

The man in front of me is called Nick Horton.

He is his good friend and fellow apprentice. They had worked together in the art crime world for a period of time and they have a deep friendship.

He is also a guy who combines elegance, handsomeness and extraordinary charm.

He is not only a genius in the criminal world, but also a peacock with its tail spread out, a symbol of charm that is irresistible to anyone.

Later, when I retired, we went our separate ways.

"It's been a long time."

Nick Horton opened his arms and hugged Bai Shi without saying a word.

Shiraishi looked at his good friend whom he hadn't seen for several years.

Also hugged.

If it was another acquaintance who came to see him, he would be more or less nervous.

But with Nick, there's no need to worry.

Not only did they have the same teacher, they also had a life-and-death friendship.

He was the only one I told my retirement address.

But Bai Shi understood that this guy who acted like a playboy all day long would come to Shu City in China just because he missed him.

"Tell me, why did you come to see me? Don't tell me you just missed me."

"I have to say first that I have retired from those matters."

Shiraishi asked seriously.

He didn't believe that this guy just missed him.

When Nick Horton came to find him today, he specifically used the tracking method, but he also dressed very conspicuously so that he could be easily discovered.

This meant that he had no ill intentions, but he still wanted to simply test his current skills.

If Nick Horton had malicious intentions, he could have hidden his outfit better and not been so flashy and easily discovered as he is now.

You have to know that when the two of them were working together, Nick Horton was the one who was better at stealth, communication, lies, and performance, while Shiraishi was more inclined to the technical aspects of various research and fraud.

If Nick Horton was following him seriously, Shiraishi felt that with his current somewhat rusty skills, he would most likely not be able to detect him.

So Bai Shi initially deduced that this guy had an important job and wanted him to do it together.

However, he really wanted to wash away his guilt...

"I still can't hide it from you."

"The British Museum will have a plan to transfer some of its collections in the next few days. I have already researched the specific itinerary and everything."

"I think I still believe in your ability. Let's work together again and take all the loot from those bandits for ourselves~"

Nick Horton smiled slightly, and with infinite charm, he spoke with a powerful punch.