Impossible, absolutely impossible.
How could a teenage reading boy be capable of both civil and military skills? Can't everyone be a disciple of Qiugong Pavilion?
Old Man Xin was a bit fierce during his lifetime, but not so fierce that he could train a teenage master. Otherwise, what kind of mountain bandit would he be? It's better to start a mountain sect.
Chai Donghu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his whole body fell into self-regulation and self-denial of the enemy.
Xin Zhuo stared at Chai Donghu closely. He didn't know what was going on in Chai Donghu's heart, and even felt a little depressed.
The one who died was not Chai Donghu. Chai Donghu was at the eighth level, so he must be very strong. The opponent was on guard, and he might be holding back a big move.
He couldn't help but take a step back, and said harsh words along the way: "We are all traveling together, and we have our own tribulations. There is not that much hatred. You can leave now."
He backed down!
He is scared!
Chai Donghu's pupils shrank, and he keenly caught Xin Zhuo's retreating steps and the fearful look on his face.
He seemed to have some impression of the scene just now. The kid just casually picked up the knife and cut the neck of the "Sky Cannon".
"Sky Cannon" and I went out to visit a flower shop recently. The woman played too much, and her body was weak. The boat capsized in the smelly ditch! This guy took advantage of me!
"As you can see, I'm actually very fierce. If it doesn't work out, let's make a date to fight again?"
Xin Zhuo repeated it again. I want to improve further.
"You straight bitch, let's make a date. When I kill people, you are still an egg. You little bastard, take my knife! Fiery Pure Yang Sword, the first move, horizontal knife!"
These words seemed to be the last straw that overcame Chai Donghu's wariness. He swung his Huanshou sword with great force and unparalleled ferocity. The shape of the sword flickered and its traces were hard to catch.
"The messy and confusing dog-like sword skills!"
Seeing that the opponent insisted on fighting and reported moves, Xin Zhuo showed respect and shouted in the same serious manner. Although the name was not impressive and it was very shameless, it did not affect the use of the sword.
The third master Huang Dagui, the fourth master Bai Jianxi and others who were watching in the courtyard were in particularly complicated moods. They had realized that the first master might use force.
This was already difficult for them to accept. What was even more difficult to accept was that it was now this time and they were still in the mood to joke. What the hell name did they give?
"die!"
Chai Donghu locked onto the trajectory of the Yanling knife in Xin Zhuo's hand: ugly and vulnerable.
The tip of my knife is almost touching his neck, just one click...
Unexpectedly, Xin Zhuo's knife looks messy, like a child playing house, but it is powerful and heavy, slippery, twists and turns in weird ways, and slashes mysteriously.
One knife!
Six changes!
Even if the retreat route is blocked, the key points must also be cut!
All his attacks were instantly shattered.
"when!"
Chai Donghu's knife flew up and was heavily inserted into the mud five meters away. The handle of the knife shook slightly.
And his figure paused.
There was also a blood mark on his neck.
Hypoxia, dizziness, numbness and pain all came over me, and my eyesight turned black.
He finally realized that the cannon was not capsizing, but that it really couldn't be defeated.
This little bitch is really a master!
What a terrifying swordsmanship, I have never seen anything so evil in my life...
I should have just listened to his words and run away...
"boom!"
Chai Donghu's body fell heavily to the ground, and his head rolled into the yard with a rumble. His eyes were wide open, and there was a strange expression on his face that no one could understand.
"Concession!"
Xin Zhuo looked at the corpse, held the knife in both hands and gasped, feeling like he was coming off a roller coaster.
This Chai Donghu is worthy of being an eighth-level master. He is indeed very strong and powerful. His hands were numb from the shock and he almost lost his grip on the knife.
There was dead silence in the front yard.
Cui Ying'er and the other five were already dumbfounded.
A group of bandits in Hungry Wolf Village first turned pale, then looked at each other, and finally let out a strange cry and dispersed like birds and beasts!
Sometimes, something happens suddenly, but it always ends abruptly in a gentle way.
The people in Hungry Wolf Village didn't expect it, and Xin Zhuo himself didn't expect it either. He just felt that his strength might need to be re-evaluated, and his self-confidence should also be mentioned.
…
The sun sets in the west.
A pile of torches mixed with mugwort were lit in the yard to drive away the smell of blood.
The bodies of Chai Donghu and others were buried, and the yard was cleaned.
Cui Ying'er and the other five bandaged their wounds and sat in a group, looking a little strange, with a hint of resentment in their confusion.
Xin Zhuo sat on the other side, holding a linen cloth soaked in water, and wiped his hands countless times. At this time, he still had an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Leap level! A weapon that 100% provokes others to fly away?
Like Huixin Nun and "Sky Cannon", Chai Donghu doesn't know his own tricks? Can't crack it?
"Ahem..." Cui Ying'er coughed lightly and looked at Xin Zhuo. This face was still so young and handsome, but it suddenly became unfamiliar.
Where do you start wrong?
When Xin Zhuo killed the "Sky Cannon", he and others did not see it, but when he killed the eighth-level master Chai Donghu, they saw it.
I saw it, but I didn’t seem to see it completely.
It's a very simple knife, but it's as easy as killing a chicken and a monkey.
Does it seem like Chai Donghu and "Sky Cannon" are playing a lame game of giving away people's heads with him?
Would someone use his own head to act with others?
cannot.
So, the boss is a master?
A master who can kill an eighth-grade master with one sword?
but,
They had watched Xin Zhuo grow up. Compared to him being a master, they would rather believe that Xin Zhuo was a top scholar who came from the literary world!
How difficult is it to practice martial arts? He is only a teenager, but he kills ninth- and eighth-grade people and seals his throat with one knife?
Since when has it become so easy to kill high-quality masters?
unreasonable--
The above are the common thoughts of five people.
"Master, how did you do it?"
Han Qiniang is an outspoken girl. She must ask questions clearly about anything that comes to her mind. Even if you don't say anything, I won't follow your attitude today.
"this……"
Xin Zhuo didn't know how to explain it for a while. Things like Wangyuejing were full of unknown colors. It was impossible for him to say it, and it was impossible for others to believe it. Even if they believed it, they would not be able to accept that he was a sacrifice to the spirit.
He decided to lie.
"Actually, I am an unprecedented genius. My grandfather has been secretly training me. My martial arts skills are very high, and my sword skills are also amazing. I don't even know how I mastered them!"
This sentence sounds a bit ridiculous.
But Cui Ying'er and the other five believed it. Maybe they just needed a reason, and the details didn't matter.
After all, Chai Donghu and the other two died miserably.
"No wonder!"
Huang Dagui, the third master, slapped his thigh hard. The wound was so painful that he grinned and said excitedly: "Yo-yo, no wonder the old master is so confident to fight to the death! It turns out that the first master is a master, enough to protect us Fulong." Village!
I think we misunderstood the master about the nun. With the master's ability, what's the point of stealing some tofu and steamed buns? "
Bai Jianxi also pinched the orchid finger, and laughed like a girl and said: "The old boss is a master, dragons and phoenixes are born, how can the boss be vulgar? In fact, I have guessed it a long time ago, I just didn't say it, no one You know the boss better than me! How annoying!"
Xin Zhuo had goosebumps all over his body: "That makes sense, that's what happened."
Han Jiulang asked doubtfully: "So the boss has been hiding from us, persuading us to run away, and finally letting us go down to the peak and fight in Hungry Wolf Village. Is he kidding us?"
Five pairs of eyes looked at it.
"Oh..." Xin Zhuo was speechless. It is difficult to explain to you that he is afraid of death. "Not entirely. I just let you try it out and experience the battle of life and death. You can better hone your martial arts. Really. In a life-or-death situation, I will naturally take action!"
This sentence is too high-level, and the thieves cannot catch it. They looked at each other, suddenly, and then looked at the fire with a bit of arrogance and anger.
After a while, Han Qiniang's eyes suddenly lit up: "What rank is the master?"
This question seemed to hit the point. The thieves looked at Xin Zhuo again, their eyes full of passion.
"It's better than the ninth grade, but a little bit worse than the eighth grade." Xin Zhuo muttered secretly, so you must continue to work hard.
"I don't believe it! Chai Donghu is the eighth grade, the old brand eighth grade, let me try!"
Han Qiniang stood up, took her sword out of its sheath, and held it in a beautiful bow, her eyes shining brightly.
Xin Zhuo was a little embarrassed for a moment: "My sword won't come out of its sheath easily, and blood will be seen when I take it out!"
Although this is a fair statement, it is the truth. It is difficult for him to control his sword skills, and he will definitely see blood when he uses the sword!
"I don't, I want to try!" Han Qiniang was excited, like a stubborn little pepper.
"Qiniang, don't ask for trouble!" Cui Ying'er advised leisurely: "I can clearly see the sword that the boss used to chop Chai Donghu. The mystery of that sword is not as powerful as the swordsmanship of the boss, but it is But it’s even more powerful, you can’t catch even half of my moves!”
"Then... what about the five of us going together?" The third master's eyes widened, eager to give it a try.
Xin Zhuo is a little messy. Why are you chatting and preparing to gang up on me?
Cui Ying'er glanced at Xin Zhuo: "That is a sword with no weakness and no solution. Unless the grade is one level higher than that of the master, or the distance is far away, and there is no close encounter, otherwise we will definitely die, even if the five of us are together There are only five more corpses!"
The other four people shrank their necks and looked at Xin Zhuo again, with a hint of awe, fear and admiration in their eyes.
Rank suppression from the strong!
This feeling is kind of cool.
However, Xin Zhuo suddenly thought of another thing: "We seem to be out of food again. Since the leader of Hungry Wolf Village is gone, we must be leaderless. Why not go grab some food?"
He was really hungry, so he didn't want to mention moral integrity.
Cui Ying'er and others looked at each other and stood up together.
"Oops, forget about this!"
