On this day, the fortune teller drank half a bottle of wine and ate a large bowl of mutton before saying goodbye and leaving, because the monk Buli didn't give him any trouble and told him some things that he couldn't understand.
It was a clear death for the fortune teller, and it also explained why Wang Qiang dared to wait for two days by the Tongtian River before leaving.
It turned out that the Wang Qiang he saw was no longer the monk on Broken Heart Cliff who was knocked off the cliff by the old man.
Wang Qiang, who came back from the dead, became the old man's nightmare. Fortunately, he left wisely.
He even felt secretly happy that he was the only one who knew about the old man Sanhao. If the old man could not come back in the end, the courtyard in Baixue City would become his property.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but drink two bowls of wine with Monk Buli and eat some mutton.
Before leaving, Monk Buli looked at the fortune teller and said with a smile: "Since you are not dead, just be a fortune teller from now on. The career of a killer is not suitable for you."
The fortune teller smiled bitterly and said: "Look at my hands, can I still be a killer?"
Bu Li Shou Shang waved his hand: "As long as you don't cause trouble for my friend in the future, he will definitely not remember the grudge between you, I guarantee it."
Upon hearing this, the fortune teller bowed deeply to the monk Buli and left.
Although he can't understand the cultivation of monk Bu Li, but he dares to open a restaurant by the Tongtian River, and can ignore the old man Sanhao, and ignore killers like himself, how can he be mediocre?
Since the monk promised him, it means that Wang Qiang before really never thought about returning to Baixue City and causing trouble for him.
After thinking about it, now that there is an extra yard, it seems that there is really no need to live a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife.
It wasn't until the fortune teller was out of sight that Erwa came over to follow Monk Buli and asked, "Monk, from what you said, is that guy a killer?"
Monk Buli nodded and replied: "He is still a fortune teller. He predicts that someone will die by my brother's sword today. However, this has nothing to do with you."
Erwa thought about Wang Qiang who had crossed the river, and couldn't help being frightened: "It seems that there are not many people who know you who are worry-free."
Monk Buli laughed: "Are you calling me a bandit? I haven't been a bad person for many years."
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Just as the fortune teller was drinking with the monk and had not yet left, Wang Qiang on the ferry had already seen the pier on the other side and the businessmen waiting to cross the river on the pier.
For some reason, in order to avoid possible attacks and killings, he led his horse and stood at the stern of the boat. At this time, most of the guests crossing the river were either in the cabin or at the bow of the boat.
Unknowingly, he made the same choice as Li Xiuyuan back then.
Seeing the other side approaching, Wang Qiang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, the place to do things on the ship was too narrow. He had no such experience, and he didn't like fighting against people in such a narrow space.
At this moment, two men dragged a pile of ropes towards the stern of the ship. It seemed to Wang Qiang that the men wanted to fix the stern to the stone pillars on the shore after the ship docked.
The man ignored Wang Qiang and continued walking back, intending to tie the rope to the stern of the boat...
Wang Qiang turned sideways to make way for the two of them. At the moment when the second man went to the stern of the boat...
The hairs all over his body suddenly stood up, the pores all over his body tightened, and a cold air rushed everywhere...
In the blink of an eye, Wang Qiang's muscles all tensed up. Out of his instinct for danger and death, he took two steps forward without hesitation.
With a sound of "Wang!", the long sword at the waist was unsheathed in the midst of lightning and stone fire, and let out a loud cry!
Swing your sword and slash out!
Cut the snow with one sword!
In the midst of lightning and stone fire, he slashed out a subconscious sword, and also cut through the whistling autumn wind on the Tongtian River.
There is no one in this world who is better at disguising and killing instantly than a killer.
Just as the second man passed by him, Wang Qiang smelled a terrifying breath of death. This murderous aura was even more terrifying than the murderous aura on Sanhao old man.
The killer from the other side of the Tongtian River did not expect Wang Qiang to be so powerful. Before he could take action, the other party took action first.
"Dang, Dang, Dang!" The sound of swords clashing suddenly sounded in the wind.
But it was the man who walked past first who drew his sword first. He ignored his companion's hesitation and struck out decisively with his sword!
The other guy didn't have time to retreat, just when he was about to punch out.
"Boom!" There was a sound, but the sword in Wang Qiang's right hand collided with the killer's sword, and his injured left arm punched out first!
This was the first punch between life and death for someone with a combined cultivation level!
All the majestic spiritual power was concentrated in his left fist, making it extremely condensed. With such astonishing momentum, the killer he faced was blasted into the air before he could punch him...
First there was a scream of "Ah!"
Then there was a "plop..." and even before his companions came to rescue him again, he was instantly swallowed by the rushing river.
From punching to blasting out the killer, to the enemy being injured and falling into the Tongtian River, it just happened in a moment.
Two killers disguised as crewmen on the ship, one of them fell into the Tongtian River to feed the fish before he could draw his sword.
At this moment, Wang Qiang let go of the horse's reins and let the horse run into the cabin, while he stepped back a foot.
Looking at the killer dressed as a gangster, he shouted: "Tell me, where are you killers from? Yinchuan City or Baixue City? Why do you want to assassinate me!"
"You deserve to die! Do you care where I come from? I'm here to take your life!"
The killer, who was dressed like a man wearing a black short shirt and a scar on his face, had no clue about Wang Qiang's cultivation level like the fortune teller.
The news they received showed that Wang Qiang was just a late-stage monk in the Void Refining Realm.
With such a level of cultivation, he was a weakling in his eyes... Even if his companion fell into the Tongtian River, he just thought it was an accident.
Wang Qiang took a deep breath, retracted the long sword in his hand, and shouted coldly: "Come on, before the ship docks!"
"Go to hell!" the black-clothed killer yelled.
With a sound of "Wang!", the long sword in his hand crossed the void and struck Wang Qiang in an instant!
Like the sun in the sky falling on the long sword, a beam of light struck Wang Qiang, and the distance between the two instantly shortened from one foot to three feet.
The killer who rushed over shook the sword in his hand, shining a dazzling light in front of Wang Qiang.
Seeing a ray of light, it turned into countless rays of light between the lightning and stone fire, constantly reflecting in the narrow stern of the ship, criss-crossing, and killing Wang Qiang.
Sunlight and sword light intertwined, penetrated the autumn wind, and condensed into countless wisps of sword energy, just to poke countless holes in Wang Qiang in front of him.
Even if Monk Li was here, he would still be surprised by the killer's sword. Such speed and change are really terrifying.
However, the current Wang Qiang is no longer the young monk on Broken Heart Cliff. He has experienced the pursuit of the three good old men and escaped the clutches of the fortune teller.
Wang Qiang is now an excellent hunter!
Almost as soon as the hundreds of sword energies were condensed and struck three feet in front of Wang Qiang, he had already concentrated all his cultivation on the long sword in his right hand.
In his eyes, the killer in black included the scars on his face, the countless sword energy, and the light refracted in the sun.
They all turned into pieces of bamboo leaves and pieces of flying snow on the bamboo peaks!
Even if the sky is full of flying snow, it still flies three feet in front of him. Compared with the killer he faces, he is now in a state where he can defeat all kinds of magic with one force!
The sword energy that destroyed everything had rushed three feet in front of him. Just in time, Wang Qiang also slashed out a sword that condensed the power of his life!
A sword from Zhufeng, a sword from Wuyu Tianshan!
Cut the snow with one sword!
"Click!" There was a sound...
In front of the killer with a scar on his face, darkness began to spread before his eyes.
It started from a small dot and expanded infinitely, then swallowed up everything in front of him, not even the sword light in the sky could escape.
Faster than lightning, a ray of light flashed before his eyes, and then he saw the surging river reaching the sky.
Then, the killer who transformed into a man on the ferry saw the headless body that had not fallen down standing on the stern of the big iron boat, and nothing happened again.
A stream of blood rose into the sky, and the moment a golden soul was about to escape, it was slashed by Wang Qiang's sword.
Just for a moment, he didn't even know this guy's name or where he came from.
The enemy was completely destroyed by his sword.
"Good guy, you look a bit like my brother. Come on, there's a good old man in front of you!"
The monk Buli on the other side released his spiritual consciousness and kept silently watching Wang Qiang on the ferry. The shock in his heart could not be greater.
At this time, the fortune teller had not left yet, but he would not say much to this guy about Wang Qiang.
Wang Qiang took off the space ring from the headless corpse and kicked it into the rolling Tongtian River.
He sighed softly and murmured to himself: "Senior Brother Buli, you didn't remind me earlier. Do you want to see me make a fool of myself, or do you want me to die under the killer's sword?"
Monk Buli looked at the bowl of wine in his hand and said quietly: "Don't you know how to tell fortunes? Calculate for the old man whether he will be alive today..."
He said this to the fortune teller in front of him, but it had a different meaning to Wang Qiang's ears.
After being stunned for a moment, the fortune teller said, "I'm a little lucky that I didn't go to the river to see it."
Wang Qiang immediately laughed and said: "Aren't you awesome? You can help me do the math!"
He wiped the long sword in his hand and shouted: "Boatman, come here and wash the floor. There are two killers who jumped into the river because they couldn't figure it out."
He put away his sword, clapped his hands, and walked towards the frightened horse in the cabin.
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After watching the fortune teller ride away, Monk Buli withdrew his consciousness from the other side of the Tongtian River. Seeing that Wang Qiang was fine, he felt relieved.
Sure enough, after this guy broke through the realm, he seemed to be a different person.
Coupled with being chased and tossed by different killers along the way, even a long sword full of rust needs to be sharpened, not to mention that there is a good old man waiting for Wang Qiang ahead.
After he thought about it carefully, this was also an interesting thing. One day when Li Xiuyuan returned to Tongtianhe, he would be able to talk to him about Wang Qiang's nonsense for three days and three nights.
The previous fishermen were not a big deal. Just the fortune teller who left and the old man Sanhao who went to the other side of the river were two troublesome enemies.
The fortune teller has a good fortune, but one of his palms is missing. It can grow back with some effort.
And if the three good old men who crossed the river met Wang Qiang again, they would probably lose their lives. What is the most important thing for a person to practice? Spiritual stone or elixir? Of course it's his own life.
"Monk, why are you sitting there in a daze? There don't seem to be many guests today?" Erwa looked at him and asked. He walked around the pier and didn't find a single dining guest.
"Looking at your poor appearance, you only have money in mind all your life. Are you short of money?"
Monk Buli shook his head, pointed to the chair in front of him and said, "Come here if there are no guests. We brothers will make a pot of tea and chat. Isn't it more comfortable than waiting for others?"
Erwa was stunned for a moment, then he came over and sat down and said with a smile, "Isn't it hard work for me?"
Buli shook his head, looked at the Tongtian River and said quietly: "You should burn incense and pray to the Buddha to ask my brother to come back early and give you two a magic pill."
Erwa patted his chest: "Then brother has become an immortal?"
