"Brother Qu!" Remembering that Qu Wuming said he felt unwell and went back to rest early last night, Lin Wanqing came to the door of Qu Wuming's house early in the morning.
With a creak, the door opened, and Qu Wuming ducked out of the way, letting Lin Wanqing into the house.
"Brother Qu, are you feeling better?" Lin Wanqing asked with concern.
"Thank you for your concern. It's nothing serious." Qu Wuming replied, "It's so early, why don't you sleep more?"
"In the morning, three or five people from the world came into the store. They were noisy and annoying." Lin Wanqing sat at the dining table in the room, picked up the water glass, poured herself a glass, and drank it all, "Brother Qu,
Do you think that sword art is really as magical as the rumors say? After practicing it, even ordinary warriors can become immortals."
"The legend about this sword technique is very ancient, and it's probably true." Qu Wuming nodded.
Lin Wanqing's eyes flashed with excitement, as if she was very happy to hear this conclusion.
"However, I advise you not to take any chances with it." Although Qu Wuming could not use his magic power, he could still clearly hear Lin Wanqing's suddenly rapid heartbeat through the power of his keen consciousness, "Stare at this sword.
It is no longer just ordinary warriors who are using the sword art. There are at least two or three cultivating sects and many casual cultivators who are also waiting for the sword art to appear. Even if you grab it, you may not have a chance to take it out of Dongsheng alive.
of the city.”
"Oh." Lin Wanqing pursed her lips and said, "It would be great if I could also practice Taoism..."
"Some things can't be forced." Qu Wuming knew that Lin Wanqing had no spiritual roots in her dantian, so he could only comfort him, "Although you can't practice Taoism, you can still improve yourself through martial arts. Anyway, if you are idle now, it's not as good as me.
How about giving me some pointers on your swordsmanship?"
"Okay!" Lin Wanqing said happily, "But this room is so small..."
"It doesn't matter," Qu Wuming sat opposite Lin Wanqing, pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder on the table, handed one to Lin Wanqing, and said, "Isn't it enough to use your hands as a person and use them as a sword?"
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While Qu Wuming and others were hiding in the inn and enjoying themselves, on a street called Wanzheng Road in the north of the city, two groups of people were confronting each other in the middle of the street.
There were six people on one side, five men and one woman, wearing the same style of light blue Taoist robes, carrying swords on their backs, and a black sword design about an inch long was embroidered on one corner of the robes.
Opposite them were seven or eight men wearing coarse cloth and carrying long knives at their waists. Most of them looked to be in their twenties. They all had cold eyebrows and fierce looks on their faces. Two of them deliberately pulled open their collars.
, exposing less than half of her chest, and a piece of black chest hair is very dazzling.
"If you are wise, please get out of the way!" A disciple of the Iron Sword Sect said coldly, not noticing at all that the plainclothes officer of the City Lord's Mansion who had just led him the way had hid in a tea shop beside the road.
inside.
"It's obvious that you guys are blind, and you just hurt my brother! What? You don't even apologize?" A man with a chest raised his neck, "looked" at the person opposite with his chin, and pointed at the man lying on the bed
The young man on the ground holding his legs and wailing said, "There are only two options, either lose money or go to court!"
The only woman among the Iron Sword Sect disciples was unconvinced and said: "It was obviously him who bumped into him, how could he slander a good person out of thin air?"
"I'm slandering you? What a joke! Ask the people around you, you are obviously the one who injured one of our people, but you still want to be a scoundrel?" The topless man grinned, turned around and looked around, and pointed at an old man passing by.
Asked, "Hey! You! Did you see them hit someone just now?"
When he pointed at it, the old man couldn't help but trembled all over. He couldn't help but take two steps back. Under the man's gaze, he nodded and replied: "Look, I saw it!"
"You! Were you the person they bumped into just now?" The topless man's hand pointed at the vendor setting up a stall on the other side.
The vendor nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, it's them." As he said that, he put away his stall, turned around and ran towards the street.
The topless man chuckled, looked at the woman opposite and said, "Hey, did you hear that? There are all the witnesses and physical evidence. It's just that you hit someone. Tell me, how are you planning to compensate?"
"You! It's obviously you who is threatening them!"
The woman's eyebrows stood up in anger, and she took two steps forward to argue with the man, but was stopped by the person next to her: "Junior Sister Ji, don't be impulsive."
"Senior Brother Ma, it's obviously them..."
"Okay, I know." The man interrupted her and whispered, "Just leave it to Senior Brother Li to negotiate. We don't need to say anything."
The senior brother Li the man mentioned was the one standing at the front, scolding these ruffian-looking people to go away.
I just heard Senior Brother Li say: "It doesn't matter whether we hit the person or not. You are obviously a cultivator, but you have to dress up like a gangster. Don't you think it's disrespectful to you?"
"I like it! Do you care?" the topless man said, "Don't talk to me about anything else. If you hurt someone, you will either pay for it or go to the city lord's palace with me to file a lawsuit! Or, hey, let the little guy behind you
It’s okay, ma’am, to have a drink with us for a while.”
When Senior Brother Li heard this, his face darkened and he said coldly: "Are you trying to force us to take action?"
"Yo? You still want to take action?" The bare-chested man looked at Senior Brother Li up and down, and said with disdain, "You can try using the sword on your back."
"..." Senior Brother Li resisted the urge to raise his sword and kill him with one blow, but his eyes were so angry that they seemed to spit out fire.
"What? Don't you dare?" The bare-chested man snorted coldly, and suddenly said via voice transmission, "You dare to set up the Thousand Illusion Tracing Array outside the city, but you don't dare to do it openly in the city. What a bunch of hypocrites!"
This sentence was not only conveyed to Senior Brother Li, but was clearly heard by more than a dozen people present.
When Senior Brother Li heard this, his face turned as angry as pig liver. He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Do you dare to say it again?"
"So what if I just said it?" The topless man curled his lips and put his palm gently on the handle of the knife at his waist, "I said you Iron Sword Sect members are all hypocrites!"
"Haha, okay! If you dare to insult my sect, even if you don't use magic today, I will kill you!" Senior Brother Li said angrily in a deep voice, and raised his hand to pull out the long sword from his back.
Seeing Senior Brother Li draw his sword, several junior brothers and sisters behind him also drew their swords and pointed menacingly at the people opposite.
The common people watching the excitement on Wanzheng Road from afar saw the swords drawn here and dared to stay there. They immediately became confused and ran far away, daring not to approach. The shops on the left and right were so frightened that they hurriedly closed their doors.
, within a few breaths, a large section of the long street became vacant.
At this time, the man lying on the ground wailing had already moved his body on the ground, and quietly rubbed against the roadside. He was just a little gangster, and his martial arts skills were not even in the first stage of the Hidden Yuan realm. How dare he
Continue to stay between the two groups.
The bare-chested man's eyes fell on the tip of the sword, which was only half an inch away from the tip of his nose. He sighed as if he hated iron and said, "Hey! I really don't know how the Iron Sword Sect teaches you to do things with such impulsiveness.
, can you come out and travel around the world? If all the disciples of your sect are idiots like you, I think the Iron Sword Sect is not far from being doomed."
"You!" After hearing this, Senior Brother Li couldn't bear it anymore. He twisted his wrist, straightened his sword and stabbed.
However, the long sword was obviously only half an inch away from the tip of the topless man's nose, but as soon as he made a move, the topless man turned around and disappeared!
Senior Brother Li's spiritual consciousness had long been firmly locked on the bare-chested man, so he knew that he had not disappeared, but had turned around and dodged the sword as fast as lightning.
He thought that this person was so fast. Just as Senior Brother Li was about to withdraw his sword and sweep across it, he felt a sharp pain in the arm holding the sword. When he looked carefully, he saw that his arm had been broken at the elbow. He clenched it tightly
The arm holding the sword was falling to the ground.
"Ah!" Before Senior Brother Li's words could be fully uttered, a blade of light had already passed through his throat. The blood suddenly appeared, and a big skull rolled backwards.
"Killing people!!!" The crowd watching from a distance ran away in fear, and the alleys at both ends suddenly started to panic again.
"Senior Brother Li!"
"Take your life!"
"Avenge Senior Brother Li!"
The remaining four disciples of the Iron Sword Sect did not expect that Senior Brother Li would have his arms cut off and beheaded by the gangster-looking man as soon as they met. After being stunned, they all rushed forward with their swords in roars.
As for Junior Sister Ji, when Senior Brother Li burst out with hot blood, she was so frightened that she rolled her eyes and fainted.
"Do it!" The topless man no longer hid his strength. The long sword in his hand flew up and down, clanging and clanging to block the long swords thrust by the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect. Instead of advancing, he retreated, tempting several people to retreat towards his side.
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"Where to go!" Senior Brother Ma's eyes were red, and the sword in his hand made a buzzing sound. The sword suddenly lit up with light, as if it was about to fly out at any moment and take the life of the bare-chested man.
However, just when the long sword was about to fly, Senior Brother Ma felt a cramping pain in his Dantian. When he looked down, he saw that a long knife had already been inserted into his lower abdomen from the side...
The four Qi Refining Stage disciples of the Iron Sword Sect were lying on the ground in a mess in just a few breaths under the deliberate suppression of a Foundation Establishment Stage monk across from them.
The only survivor, the fainted Junior Sister Ji, did not wake up until she was carried away by the warriors.
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In the east of the city, in an alley just a few streets away from the Chenghuang Temple.
A man with a sword on his back slowly turned around and his eyes fell on a middle-aged man who had been following him for a long time.
If Qu Wuming were here, he would definitely be able to recognize the man with the sword on his back - it was the cultivator he saw downstairs at Wenlan Restaurant, a cultivator who had reached the middle stage of foundation building.
"You are no match for me. You can leave before I want to kill you!" The man carrying the sword said in a deep voice, without any emotion in his voice.
The middle-aged man opposite lifted the bamboo hat on his head and carried it behind his back, revealing a face full of vicissitudes of life: "Oh, you are very confident."
The middle-aged man said, but his footsteps did not stop, and he walked forward step by step, seemingly slowly but actually urgently.
"You are just an ordinary warrior, you do not pose any threat to me." The man carrying the sword said nonchalantly.
The middle-aged man came closer step by step, his clothes moved without any wind, and the corners of his clothes began to swing back, making a hunting sound.
Not because of the wind, but because of the power of consciousness that the man carrying the sword continued to release.
There was no trace of panic on the middle-aged man's face. He walked forward step by step and said calmly: "The momentum is not bad. I must be in the middle stage of foundation building, right?"
At this time, the face of the man carrying the sword gradually became a little moved. He did not expect that the middle-aged man opposite him could resist the pressure of his spiritual consciousness with the strength of his body alone, and even the rhythm of his steps did not change at all.
"No matter how close you are, you can't be my opponent." The long sword behind the sword-carrying man suddenly trembled, as if it might fly out and kill the enemy at any time.
An intriguing smile appeared at the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, and he suddenly stopped about seven or eight steps away from the man carrying the sword and said: "This alley is very secluded, there are only two of you and me. You might as well show off your Taoist methods, so as not to
There will be no chance for a while.”
The man carrying the sword did not speak, but a strong warning suddenly surged in his heart. With a thought, a translucent light shield came out of his body, forming a barrier about two feet in front of him. The long sword behind him
It shot up into the sky with a scraping sound, drew an arc, and stabbed straight into the throat of the middle-aged man.
At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly moved...