Seeing that Shen Xiu was moved, the man in the horse-faced mask was very agile with his hands and feet. After Shen Xiu passed by again, he immediately bottled it up for Shen Xiu.
There is another person who wants to kill the fat sheep, but it is not a good idea.
The horse-faced man’s real name is Ma Sanhang.
He is the old stall owner of this ghost market.
However, his way of placing it is different from others. Others often ship and restock, but he doesn't use it. Once he purchases it, it can be used for a long time.
As for why he doesn't use it, he has his own method.
For example, his sixth-level Tiger Demon Pill has earned him more than 10,000 taels of silver since he accidentally obtained it. Counting this time, this is already the eighth customer he has sold to.
There are a lot of people in these ghost markets. If you don't go out, you can only wait for the next wave of people, and then your time here will be in vain.
For this reason, their prices are tougher than others.
Seeing Shen Xiu put away the demon pill and left, Ma Sanhang's face behind the horse-faced mask was filled with endless joy.
Giving the bull-headed man opposite a fierce look, Ma Sanhang approached a room behind him. Not long after, a man walked out from behind and followed Shen Xiu who left.
And he quickly collected the bottles and cans on the pavement, packed them up, put them into the room behind him, and also went out from the back.
After leaving the shop of the sixth-level Tiger Demon Pill, Chen Xiu soon noticed that someone was following him behind him, but he knew what to do in advance and didn't take it seriously at all.
After walking around the entire street, Shen Xiu took out some money, bought some necessary things, and then left through the exit of the ghost market.
Not long after he stepped out of the Ghost Market Pass, two sneaky figures appeared behind him.
"Ma Sanhang, his aura looks like that of a martial artist from the Four Realms. Can he survive?"
Yang Laojiu, who was wearing a rat mask, glanced at Shen Xiu, who was calm and composed in front of him, and at Ma Sanhangdao next to him.
"I'm afraid of you. I'm selling demon pills. You think I can't see that person's cultivation level? You and I are both martial arts cultivators of the Fourth Realm. Although we are only in the first level, can we two of the Four Realms not be able to defeat one?"
Ma Sanhang, who was behind the horse-face mask, glanced sideways at Yang Laojiu.
"I always feel that that guy is too young, I'm afraid he has something to rely on..." Yang Laojiu sighed with a sudden feeling in his heart.
Ma Sanhang jumped over a piece of dead wood and sneered, "Don't you think about the money? How much did you get from that fat sheep last time? Five thousand taels. How long will it take Yang Laojiu to dig out the grave!"
After hearing what Ma Sanhang said, Yang Laojiu suddenly fell silent.
Some distance away from the ghost market, Ma Sanhang and Yang Laojiu approached with a low body, holding big swords in their hands. When they were a little further away, they no longer covered themselves up.
Ma Sanhang's eyes were full of ferocity, and the energy flowing through his body was surging. The strength was concentrated in his arms, his muscles swelled, he waved his long knife, and he suddenly rushed forward with a leaping slash.
Shen Xiu sighed slightly and turned around.
A powerful punch was thrown out brazenly.
Hitting the blade of Ma Sanhang's blade from the side, Ma Sanhang felt an unprecedented force coming from him, and the fairly good long knife shattered into several sections.
The force of the fist did not diminish, and one deviation was to hit Ma Sanhang's chest.
The body weighing more than 200 kilograms suddenly flew backwards like lightning, breaking a section of dead wood behind it, and landed heavily on the ground, unconscious.
Yang Laojiu next to him looked dumbfounded.
In terms of cultivation, Ma Sanhang, whom he has known for a long time, is even better than him. Now that the opponent has done this to Ma Sanhang with just one punch, how strong is the opponent's cultivation?
Glancing at the motionless Ma Sanhang, his throat was dry and he couldn't help but swallow.
At this time, seeing the calm and unwavering eyes behind the monkey-face mask, Yang Laojiu's body suddenly stiffened as if he had been hit in a fatal spot.
He had seen that look before, when he had killed a second-level martial artist, he had such a calm look.
The confidence that there is no doubt about one's own cultivation, the absolute confidence that can kill the opponent.
Now that the roles were reversed, he felt extremely unhappy, so with a roar, the long knife roared through the air, setting off a cold wind, and stabbed Shen Xiu in the head.
Shen Xiu stood on the spot, the eyes behind the mask just looking at the figure lightly.
But when he saw Yang Laojiu approaching, he turned sharply and ran to the side. He was not attacking at all, but running backwards and running away.
He, Yang Laojiu, was not a fool. Ma Sanhang, who was even more advanced in cultivation, was killed by that man with one punch. What capital did he have to fight with him?
It would be better to run away quickly. Fortunately, we were not far from the ghost market before. If we go back now, our life will be saved.
Seeing the other party running away towards the ghost market, Chen Xiu instantly understood the other party's plan, obviously betting that he would not dare to violate the rules of the ghost market not to fight.
According to the rules of the ghost market, he really didn't dare to gamble.
But just kill him outside the ghost market.
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and his legs suddenly stepped on the ground. The force of the recoil pushed his figure far away, and with the blessing of the eight-step cicada, his figure became like a ghost.
The distance between them was shortened in the blink of an eye. Yang Laojiu, who was running quickly, heard the movement, glanced over, and saw the calm cold light approaching behind the mask, and his heart skipped a beat.
Gritting his teeth, he put his wrist into his arms and took out a paper bag, then threw it away suddenly.
A cloud of gray mist swelled in the wind and spread all over.
Seeing the sinister smile on Yang Laojiu's lips, it was obviously something poisonous.
When Shen Xiu saw this, he immediately held his breath and slammed out a straight fist packed with infinite energy.
The air shook, the wind roared, and the gray mist in front of him exploded into a passage.
Shen Xiu's figure crossed over.
The figure roared, but the distance was not widened much, and it was still approaching at an extremely fast speed.
Yang Laojiu glanced sideways, his heart pounding, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He immediately flipped his wrists and kept taking something out of his arms, trying to slow down the ferocious speed behind him.
However, facing those flying objects such as lime and hidden weapons, Shen Xiu's method of dealing with them was simple and straightforward. Oncoming was a straight punch that carried countless strong winds.
These things are not even close to him.
The trick was used, but the speed of the murderer behind him was greatly reduced, but it brought Yang Laojiu close to the pass of the ghost market.
Looking at the red lanterns emitting a faint light in the dark night, he used to feel a little embarrassed, but now he felt particularly close to them.
After crossing this threshold, he, Yang Laojiu, was considered alive.
Just when he was relieved, a sudden dull sound suddenly appeared.
Feeling severe pain in his heart, he lowered his head stiffly.
On the surface of the clothes, a vertical seam appeared at his heart, with bright red blood oozing out from the inner shirt.
It looks like red plum blossoms blooming in the cold winter months.
