After completing the breakthrough, Xia Huang's face was naturally full of joy. In addition to being happy, she was more sincerely convinced by the person who created the "Nine Heavens Sword".

Xia Huang always thought that his comprehension ability was amazing and he learned everything very quickly. Since childhood, he could master everything his father wanted to teach him in three or two days. Even if his father was most proud of the casting technique, Xia Huang only learned it for a week and took out all his father's foundation.

However, he practiced the "Nine Heavens Sword" for three days in a row, but he was a little discouraged to find that his mastery of the Nine Heavens Sword was just the level of the first glance at the gate. He was still a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the complete mastery.

Even so, the power of the Nine Heavens Sword is really great. According to Xia Huang's own estimate, the combat power he can actually exert is at least five times that of the original one!

Taking advantage of the rest of the breakthrough, Xia Huang swung another sword with great enthusiasm. This time, three inches of sword light actually stretched out from the tip of the sword!

"Good sword!"

A cheer suddenly came from not far away.

Xia Huang looked through the sound and saw a man with armor and a scimitar hanging on his waist walking towards the top of the mountain, his eyes full of admiration. The man was about thirty years old, with an ordinary face, but he had this imposing aura that was as motionless as a mountain, with a faint sense of pressure.

This person's strength is not inferior to himself!

Xia Huang made a judgment immediately!

"In Xia Xia Huang, what escort agency should you be? I don't know what to call him?" Xia Huang put away his long sword and looked at the other party's face that had been dusty and seemed to have not been washed for a long time. He asked half speculated and half tentatively.

Although Xia Huang rarely walks outside, he still understands the basic etiquette.

The man saw Xia Huang being polite and polite, and smiled cheerfully. He didn't feel too big because he was much older than Xia Huang. He also clasped his fists and said, "I'm going down Zhao Hu. How do you know that I am a stadiumer? Our convoy rested at the foot of the mountain last night. I thought about going up the mountain to see the sunrise today. Unexpectedly, I didn't catch up with the sunrise, but saw a young genius practicing sword."

"I can't afford to be the word 'genius', but I just practice two swords at will." Xia Huang was not proud of the praise of the escort who called himself Zhao Hu. "As for how to know that you are an escort... Although I rarely go out, I have heard of the escort's rules of 'three meetings and one no'. It is not difficult to guess your identity."

The so-called "three meetings and one no" for the escorts. "Three meetings" refer to three essential skills for the escorts - making stoves, repairing shoes, and cutting hair. "One no" refers to not washing your face.

"Washing face" is synonymous with "going home" in the stints and mates and they will not be used easily. Moreover, during the long journey, not washing face is a bit sloppy, but it can protect the skin from being injured in extremely harsh environments.

The reason why Xia Huang knew these things was entirely due to his father who dragged him to tell all kinds of strange knowledge and rumors when he was in trouble.

When Zhao Hu heard this, he looked surprised: "I didn't expect that you are young and not only have great talent in cultivation, but also have extraordinary knowledge. You even understand the rules of my escort and your escort! I wonder where you are from?"

"Pingcheng people." There is nothing to hide.

"Pingcheng?" Zhao Hu was stunned and then realized that the closest to this mountain was indeed Pingcheng, a small town with little reputation. "To put it bluntly, with the depth of the pool of water in Pingcheng, you really can't tolerate such a genius. If I'm not wrong, you should be at the fourth level of Qi Gong Realm now, right?"

Xia Huang nodded and waited for the following article.

"With your strength, you should not find any peers in Pingcheng that can be compared with you. However, among those real big cities, among those big sects, reaching the fourth level of Qi cultivation at the age of sixteen or seventeen is only a medium level. Many geniuses already have the strength of the Concentration Realm at this age. If you want to pursue the peak of martial arts, you should leave Pingcheng as soon as possible. Without competitive environments, you cannot improve."

"Thank you for your reminder." Xia Huang said thank you from the bottom of his heart.

The two met by chance, but Zhao Hu advised him so heartily. It was too rare. Not to mention thanking, even a hundred thanks is worth it.

"Don't thank me." Zhao Hu's expression suddenly became a little lonely. "I will tell you so much, one is because you and I have a fate to meet each other, and two is because I remembered me when I was young... At that time, I was very talented and called the first genius by the people in the village. I was ignorant at that time, and did not go to a broader world to pursue a higher realm. Instead, I was addicted to the praise and flattery of the villagers. When I reached middle age and suddenly woke up, it was too late..."

"You have a long time to practice. The escort and his team licked blood from the knife day and night. They are always in danger, and may not have no chance to make a big progress." Xia Huang's words were not entirely to comfort Zhao Hu. People can often burst out with unexpected potential in times of danger, which is well known to everyone.

"I hope!" Zhao Hu smiled heartily, "It's getting late, I still have to go down the mountain to meet everyone, so I will say goodbye."

"There will be a time later!"

...

On the way back to Pingcheng, Xia Huang left Pingcheng and her determination to go out to seek art became stronger.

He originally felt that staying in Pingcheng would not benefit his future strength improvement, but would easily become a frog in the well. Zhao Hu's words only strengthened his opinion.

Beyond the Pingcheng, there are so vast worlds to explore, there are so many strong people and so many geniuses to compete. How can a great man of seven feet tall be satisfied with calling the wind and rain in this small Pingcheng?

Yes! After you go back, leave a letter to your dad and set off immediately!

Just as Xia Huang was walking on the streets of Pingcheng, thinking about what to write in the letter to his father, a harsh angrily shouted suddenly from the Anping Restaurant on the street.

"Stir-begging! Get out! There is nothing you can eat here!"

Xia Huangxun looked at him and saw a man dressed in a slave who was viciously kicking a beggar in ragged clothes and unable to see his age out of the Anping Restaurant.

The beggar rolled a few times on the ground in a mess, and protested in a low voice: "I can get a steamed bun here every day... You are not the owner of the store, why don't you let me in..."

Judging from the sound, the beggar is not old and may even be underage.

This Anping Restaurant is indeed the favorite place for beggars begging along the streets of Pingcheng. The owner of Anping Restaurant almost starved to death in a foreign land due to stolen when he was young. Fortunately, an aunt selling sesame cakes gave him a few sesame cakes, which made him persist until he found his family.

Therefore, the owner of Anping Restaurant sent a warm white-floured steamed bun to each of the beggars in Pingcheng every day, which is to pass on goodness to goodness.

The beggar was kicked out of Anping Restaurant, obviously it was not the intention of the shop owner.

The man dressed in a slave was furious when he heard the beggar's protest and chased after him again: "That's usual! You don't open your dog's eyes and take a look. Who is sitting inside today! It's from our Ling family! And there is also our second young master Ling Zhan! Master Ling Zhan just came back to Pingcheng today. The head of the family welcomed Master Ling Zhan in Anping Restaurant! Is this time you can go in?!"

"But... I want to eat too..." The beggar didn't know who Ling Zhan was, he was only thinking about the white-floured steamed bun he had today.

"Eat and eat! Eat and eat your dog's head!" The man's face turned green and turned his head to shout into the door, "A few more people come out and beat this invisible guy to death!"

Five Ling family servants who were dressed in the same dress soon rushed out of the gate of Anping Restaurant. Six people surrounded the beggar and punched and kicked them without any mercy, as if they had to beat the beggar to death today.

The beggar hugged his head with his hands, his body curled up, allowing the six people's fists and feet to fall on him like raindrops, without even making a humming sound.

"He seems to be out of breath?" The man, the highest among the six servants, kicked the beggar who had no movement away and patted the dust on his fists, "Damn it, it's dirty my hands!"

A beggar with severe malnutrition and thin body was beaten by six such vicious slaves. He thought about it and knew that he was dead.

Just as the six servants of the Ling family were about to return to the restaurant, the corner of his eyes suddenly swept the right hand of the beggar who was kicked out.

The beggar's right index finger was still moving! Although the movement was very mild, it proved that he was still alive after suffering this violent beating!

"Damn it! He is not dead yet! He is so mean!" One of the slaves rushed up cursing and raised his leg and kicked it. This time, he had to kick the beggar to death!

With one kick, the feeling of falling into the flesh as I imagined did not come as expected. Instead, a severe pain of hitting the iron plate quickly spread from the soles of his feet all the way through his body!

"Ah!" The servant fell to the ground with his legs in his arms, his facial features twisted in pain. When he looked at the thing he had just kicked, his expression became even more ugly.

It was a quaint blue-gray sword scabbard!

When the sword-holder was kicked into the scabbard, his hands did not shake, and he still kept his movements when he blocked the beggar's fatal kick.

The other five Ling family servants surrounded him with ugly faces: "Boy, don't meddle in other people's business because you have some skills! You can't afford to offend our Ling family!"

"Forgive others when you have to. He did not deliberately offend you. Don't do things too utterly."

This person who rescued him was Xia Huang.

"Hmph! It's so amazing to do things? It's not your turn to do things in our Ling family!"

When Xia Huang heard this, he frowned slightly: "Do you Ling family members have this attitude when speaking and doing things? It turns out that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, and the dog looks like the owner."

The servants of the Ling family were furious when they heard this: "Boy, who are you calling a dog?"

Before Xia Huang could speak, a voice filled with anger suddenly came from behind several servants of the Ling family: "What are you arguing? Don't you know that my second brother doesn't like anyone clamoring the most? If you quarrel, you will chop all of you and feed them to the dog!"

"San Young Master!" When the Ling family's servants heard this voice, their bodies shivered and quickly turned around and knelt down.

Walking out of the door was a man with white cloth strips wrapped around his face, his face was invisible and his age could not be distinguished.

The man's eyes swept coldly over the slave kneeling on the ground, and then turned to Xia Huang, who protected the beggar.

When he saw Xia Huang's face clearly, his eyes suddenly burst out with fire!

"Xia Huang! It's you!"
Chapter completed!