Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 154

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Leaving Soul Melting Heaven!

This old man is crossing the catastrophe?

A group of people in the martial arts world listened like myths and legends. For them, the most ordinary rangers and loose people in the world, not to mention the disaster of Lihun Rongtian, which belongs to the master of weapons, even the third-rate Kaitian who established the foundation Realm masters can also make them give birth to infinite awe and admiration.

But no matter how much awe and exclamation, they can't stop their longing.

These are the gangsters who have been struggling in the martial arts for many years. The little people's wishful thinking is always endless.

In fact, they just want to become stronger. Status, status and wealth are sometimes more important than life to them.

If this newly promoted master weaponsmith can't wake up...

All of a sudden, in front of the shabby shop, the eyes of many people in the martial arts world flickered, and they all had some dark thoughts. Some people's eyes wandered, looking for a possible escape route in this narrow alley.

On the roof, Su Qinian clearly felt that the atmosphere had become stagnant. It was because a group of people in the rivers and lakes secretly raised their blood and imperceptibly oppressed the air.

In a messy and dark shop, in front of a dimly lit stove, a shirtless and skinny old man smoked a waterpipe absently, with green smoke curling up, making it unbelievable. Hard training, waiting for return.

The little girl became more vigilant, obviously she didn't know nothing, she was protecting the old man tightly, but some soldiers on the long street knew that the little girl had no blood relationship with the old man, it was because the old man arrived in Tongling City. , a discarded baby picked up in an alley the following year.

"I don't want a real baby, the old man took it, and I just have a companion."

Some military craftsmen still remembered the old man's self-deprecating voice that day, and later they really adopted him, and went to the government office to settle down, and he had a decent background.

He was a filial child, some soldiers sighed and frowned at the same time, it would be fine if the old man could wake up, but if he couldn't wake up...

Half a cup of tea, one cup of tea, half a stick of incense, one stick of incense...

Time passed, but it was clear that the many swindlers in the alley didn't have much patience, and they became restless and swearing after a long time.

"Lihun Rongtian, according to the records in the classics, the longest will not exceed an hour."

A military craftsman hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth, and the alley became quiet again.

Some other military craftsmen moved their eyes, but they didn't say much. They knew that the military craftsman who spoke had talked for half an hour too long.

The little girl also showed some gratitude, but quickly restrained herself. Even at the age of eight or nine, she has already read a lot of books, and the truth of the sinister human heart has penetrated into her heart early.

Half an hour passed.

In front of the stove, the old man still had no intention of getting up, and the movement of smoking the waterpipe remained unchanged, even the height of the raised arm was the same.

"grandfather!"

The little girl turned her head and looked flustered. The old man told her that no one could move his body for half an hour. After half an hour passed, she was required to send out the cold chi sword and close the door. Shut up.

Um?wrong!

Observing words and observing emotions has always been an instinct that people in the world need to cultivate when they venture into the martial arts. A slight change in the little girl's expression made them feel that the weapon maker just now was obviously not telling the truth.

The atmosphere became more and more dignified, and needles could be heard falling.

Some military craftsmen sighed in their hearts. According to ancient records, the longest time is half an hour, but there are few masters who can survive for half an hour and return their souls. There are very few in thousands of years. Now it is close to half an hour. The old man The chances of recovery are very slim.

Half an hour!

When the last half of the incense burnt out, the little girl couldn't bear it any longer, turned around and threw herself on the old man, tears streaming down her face, and choked up, "Grandpa is back, don't leave..."

The little girl's cry completely made everyone in the world understand that it was only half an hour.

Once the master of arms craftsman dies, the Han Chi Sword is equivalent to a thing without an owner, and there will no longer be first-class sects, aristocratic families and other major forces to pay attention to.

"Everyone, everyone can fight for this cold chi sword, but please go out of the alley before you make a move, so as not to hurt innocent people."

The soldier who had spoken before said again that he was about [-] years old, and he was a new second-rank soldier on the long street of Tongling City, who could forge fine iron weapons.

"What are you, you dared to fool me before!"

"Everyone can embrace a thing that has no owner, and you need to be a saint! The little girl is so cute, I am willing to adopt it!"

"Yes, I, Wu Qi, am willing to adopt!"

The alley suddenly boiled up, and the faces of the young to middle-aged military craftsmen suddenly changed. This gang of Jianghu martial arts practitioners had a cunning mind, obviously guessing that the little girl might have some inheritance and wanted to get it in the bag.

On the roof, some so-called masters who had watched for a long time were also ready to move. Su Qinian frowned. He even caught a little obscenity from some people's eyes. idea.

in the shop.

The little girl who had fallen on the old man suddenly turned her immature face, she grabbed the azure blue sword on the stove, and even though her palm turned white from the cold, she bit her lip tightly, staggered twice, and the sword He barely raised the tip, and with a crying voice, he shouted to the people outside the shop: "You all leave, this is Grandpa's sword, you are all bad guys, you all go away, this is Grandpa's sword..."

"Little girl, don't cry, Wu Qi adopted you, and took care of you to make you fat and white."

This is a short, fat man who looks about forty years old, with a Wu hook on his back, mung bean-sized eyeballs rolling, showing a gentle smile, but the yellow teeth are a bit ferocious no matter how you look at them.

"Wu Qi, you have a good idea. I live in this Tongling city. Naturally, I will adopt this little girl. I don't want the sword. I will leave it to the little girl to pass on to the family."

Another young man who looked to be in his twenties spoke. He was dressed in a white shirt and held a folding fan in his hand. Unfortunately, his body was full of quack air, and the bookish spirit was gone.

"Lu Ziji, who doesn't know that you have the guts to do the flower-picking business, what kind of sword is passed down to your family, and it's up to you when it comes to your house."

Immediately, there were scattered people from all walks of life sneered and mercilessly, and the young man in white shirt immediately darkened his face.

"Go away, you all go away, I won't go with you!"

The little girl blushed with anger, tears were streaming down her face, her immature hands became paler and paler, the cold chi sword was born, and the cast material was so cold that it was impossible for ordinary people to control it.

Some soldiers hesitated and wanted to make a move, but there were too many people in the alley, and martial arts in Jianghu always regarded human life as nothing, let alone a cold sword worth more than [-] taels, and a little girl who might be inherited by a master soldier , even if you only have the essence of the skin, you can live in rare goods.

They don't want to cause trouble for nothing.

"The little girl is headstrong, and she will know how good her uncles are in the future."

The short and fat man Wu Qi rolled his eyes, and was about to step into the shop in one step. At this moment, seven or eight people, such as the young man in white shirt Lu Ziji, also shot at the same time, wanting to grab the sword and grab the person.

Clang!

The sound of unsheathing, the flash of green light, and the sharpness of the knife made Wu Qi's hairs stand on end in shock, and they stopped abruptly.

puff!

With a soft sound, everyone saw that in front of the shop, a blue and simple long knife suddenly appeared. The blade of the knife penetrated several inches into the ground and remained motionless.

"She said she didn't want to leave, didn't you hear that?"

A faint voice sounded, and everyone in the alley raised their heads. At this time, on the roof, a group of people in the rivers and lakes who were hiding and overlooking were already facing the enemy. Their eyes were solemn, and they were fixed on the figure of the young man in the dark green robe.They didn't pay attention just now, they didn't notice at all when the young man not far away drew his sword out of its sheath.

"You are looking for death, you are not qualified to speak here!"

Wu Qi squinted his eyes, and then stepped forward to hold the blue long knife in front of the shop. His eyesight was not bad, and he could see that this long knife was extraordinary, it turned out to be a sharp blade.

Clang!

The long knife raised, as if being held by an invisible hand, the cyan knife flashed, and fell to the ground again, and Wu Qi let out a miserable cry, staggered backwards, and the protruding hand fell from the wrist, blood gushed out, It hurts so badly.

"Knife control!"

Some people exclaimed, their eyesight is extraordinary, and they can see through the horror, which is unbelievable. This is clearly the art of controlling things that only second-rate and high-level people can barely master.

what!

At this moment, the whole alley became silent, and when people looked at the figure on the roof again, they felt deep fear and awe.

A young man capable of wielding a sword, a second-rate master!How to fight this.

"Those who cross the border, beheaded."

The young man's tone was calm, but unquestionable, and it sounded like thunder to everyone's ears, which made many people in the Jianghu martial arts world even more withdrawn.

On the roof, Su Qinian remained calm. He just used his spiritual power to interfere with the present world, wielding a sword to fend off the enemy, just to frighten everyone, so he initially touched the threshold of interfering with the present world. This way of controlling the sword is not even superficial. , can only barely bluff the gangsters who are currently hiding in the third-rate Kaitian Realm.

The next moment, Su Qinian took a step forward, raised his right foot, then lowered it, and he had already arrived in front of the shop.

hiss!

Many hidden third-rate figures couldn't help but gasp. This kind of lightness kung fu was beyond their reach. So far, they became more and more certain that the young man in front of him was a veritable second-rate master. Because of the origin, it is not easy to settle grievances.

In front of the shop, Su Qinian's eyes swept around, his bright heart was pure, and those with evil spirits in their hearts would not dare to look at him. (Ask for a monthly ticket, genuine subscription support, the end of the month, if you have a monthly pass, please vote. In addition, you can add Shibu WeChat official account, search Shibubu directly, next month there will be a biography of the Queen (Emperor of Heaven).)

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