Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 13: The Eastern Depot needs this kind of talent! (Please vote with monthly tickets, recommendations, and keep reading!)
"Heartbeat"?
Spiritual methods, supernatural powers?
Ren Shaoyang stared blankly for a long time, then lowered his head to think.

Seeing his expressionless face, Hongxiu whispered, "Crippled man, if you don't understand, don't try to be clever."

Ren Shaoyang glared at her, then suddenly reached out and tugged at her cheek: "Little beggar, who are you saying doesn't understand?"

Hongxiu now has no worries about food and drink, and her originally withered body has begun to develop. Her sharp face has become round, but her skin is thin. When Ren Shaoyang pulled it, it immediately became a big pancake face.

The little beggar was both angry and in pain. He waved his arms wildly and cried out, "You cripple, let go, let go!"

Ren Shaoyang released his grip and looked at the little beggar who was still rubbing his face and glaring at him. Suddenly, a thought struck him: "Hongxiu, you said you can easily sense other people's states, right?"

Hongxiu didn't know why he asked this, but she still nodded: "Yes, for example, you're very conflicted right now, it's like you're pretending to know what you don't."

Ding An chuckled: "Hahaha~!"

Ren Shaoyang's face darkened.

“And what about you, with your severed hand?” Hongxiu looked at him, her large, clear eyes filled with pity. “You are lost, not knowing where to go or what to do.”

Ga~
Ding An's smile vanished, while Ren Shaoyang pointed at him and burst into laughter.

After the three of them laughed and joked for a while, Ren Shaoyang said, "Little beggar, you need to remember this carefully from now on."

Seeing his serious expression, Hongxiu nodded obediently.

Ren Shaoyang said, "The martial arts of Ding'an and me are fierce and harsh, unsuitable for women to cultivate. However, you are exceptionally lucky." He held up the page, "This cultivation method focuses on training the spirit rather than physical strength, which is perfect for you!"

"Really?" Hongxiu's eyes lit up.

Ren Shaoyang nodded, and then explained the "heart-sacrificing style" to her word by word.

After he finished speaking, he sighed and said, "This skill is difficult and obscure. It would be best if you memorized it first. When the time is right, we will go to major sects such as Shaolin, Huashan, and Wudang, find a librarian, ask about the key points, and then practice it properly."

Ding'an was also completely bewildered, and chimed in, "Yeah, what is this nonsense? It's all so confusing."

Before he could finish speaking, a soft, rapid breathing sound came from behind him.

But then they saw that Hongxiu had closed her eyes, slowed her breathing, and was in a state of deep meditation with a solemn expression on her face!
what's the situation? !

The two underachievers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Ding'an: "(﹁﹁)"

Ren Shaoyang: “(ーー゛)”

"Don't disturb her!" Ren Shaoyang coughed and said calmly, "I never expected that among the three of us, the most gluttonous, greedy, sweary, and stingy little beggar would actually be the most talented."

“Yes.” Ding’an sighed, “It’s good to have high talent; you learn everything quickly.”

“Having high talent is like having rice at home,” Ren Shaoyang said solemnly.

"What do you mean?"

"Even a clever housewife can't cook without rice, but if there's rice, a pretty housewife will cook for me."

"Hmm, hmm~?"

Ding An suddenly felt that something was wrong, and just as he was thinking about it...

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang shouted, "Protect the little beggar!"

Before he could finish speaking, with a "whoosh," an arrow had already shot into his face.

Ren Shaoyang neither dodged nor evaded, and the arrow "thud" pierced his face!
Ding'an opened his mouth wide, but couldn't utter a sound. His heart felt like it was about to jump out of his mouth, and his whole body was stiff.

Just then, a whooshing sound came from outside, and dozens of arrows were shot toward Ding'an, but his limbs were weak and he couldn't move. He cried out in his heart, "Damn it, I'm going to die!"

In that instant, a hand suddenly appeared in front of him, flicking and deflecting the arrows left and right. A series of loud "bangs" echoed in the room as arrows rained down on the walls.

When Ding An saw Ren Shaoyang's arms outstretched like a roc spreading its wings, he was overjoyed and his voice trembled as he asked, "Shaoyang, you...you're not dead?"

"Pah!" Ren Shaoyang spat out the arrow he was biting and cursed, "I'm not done living yet!"

Having said that, he stood tall, then transformed into a wisp of smoke and disappeared into the night, leaving only a trace of his voice in Ding'an's ear.

"Take good care of the little beggar and proceed according to plan!"

Just then, Xiang Qiezheng and the other two rushed in from outside, shouting in alarm, "Ding'an, run! The bandits are attacking again!"

Ding An put a finger to his lips: "Shh, don't disturb the little beggar!"

Ok?
The three of them were stunned, not understanding why Ding An didn't run away but instead reacted this way. Their minds were in complete confusion, and they all looked at him.

Ding An, with his one arm, made a downward gesture: "Shao Yang is handling things outside."

Xiang Ling couldn't hold back any longer and said, "But he's all alone. The attackers have crossbows. How will he deal with them?"

Ding An chuckled and said, "Shao Yang's kung fu is no less than mine, so don't worry about it."

Before the words were finished, a loud "bang" suddenly rang out, like the sound of weapons clashing. Everyone was startled and looked outside.

Under the moonlight, a dark shadow flashed by on the rooftop and eaves, making a wailing sound, like the strange howl of a mythical beast from the mountains and seas.

Startled by the howl, Xiang Ling felt as if she were in an ice cave, and involuntarily shivered. As her mind cleared, she felt a terrifying killing intent rushing towards her.

Upon closer inspection, one could see more than a dozen dark figures on the roof, their bodies stiff, falling down like dumplings with a "thump, thump" sound.

Ren Shaoyang's tall and agile figure slowly walked towards the door, holding in his hand that inconspicuous iron rod.

However, the fire poker, which usually looks dark and grimy, appears particularly eerie under the moonlight. The bright moonlight reflects off it, turning it into a faint, clear blue.

"Meishan Iron Essence!"

Xiang Qiezheng gasped, staring intently at the iron rod in Ren Shaoyang's hand.

Tie Tou asked curiously, "Master, what is Meishan Iron Essence?"

Seeing that the group, including Ding'an, were looking at him with curiosity, Xiang Qiezheng said seriously, "Two hundred years ago, my ancestor Xiang family studied under a master forger from Jiangnan. This master used 'Meishan Iron Essence' as raw material to forge a divine sword for the Kunlun Sect Leader."

As he spoke, amidst the sighs of the crowd, he slowly lamented, "I never imagined that a hundred years later, I would still be able to see such a rare and precious treasure." Then, his tone turned pained and regretful, "But... but how did it end up being forged into firewood?"

After listening, Ding'an unconsciously looked at Hongxiu beside him, only to find her still lost in thought, and he couldn't help but ponder.

"What is the background of this little beggar? Whether it's the family sword manual, this iron chopstick, or his extraordinary appetite and superhuman senses, it all seems unbelievable."

Just then, a whooshing sound came from outside, followed by a series of dull thuds, as if many more people had fallen.

Immediately afterwards, there was a creaking sound of the door opening, and flames shot into the sky outside, revealing a dark mass of people, with the leaders casting cold, menacing glances at them.

Even from a distance, the chill ran through Xiang Qiezheng and the other two, as if those cold eyes were chains that snatched their souls. Before they knew it, their bodies were ice-cold, and their hands and feet trembled uncontrollably.

"boom"!
The door slammed shut, shutting out the firelight and the cold gazes.

"Ugh!" Xiang Ling broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't help but gasp for breath.

Xiang Qiezheng was in no better shape, and hurriedly asked Ding'an, "Ding'an, those people aren't bandits, who are they?"

Ding An was no longer as composed as before, and said, word by word, "Eastern Depot agents!"

"Oh!"

"What did you do to offend them?"

Everyone was shocked and stood up instantly.

The Eastern Depot was powerful and ruthless.

In addition, Cao Shaoqin's arrogance has been rampant over the years, and even in the harsh and cold northern regions, his bad reputation is widespread.

Xiang Qie was painfully closing his eyes, but a moment later, he suddenly opened them.

"Ding'an, you should quickly take the little girl and escape through the tunnel with Xiang Ling and Tie Tou!" he said earnestly. "I'll buy you some time."

Ding An shook his head and said with a frank smile, "I can't leave."

"Why?" Xiang Qiezheng asked, puzzled. Ding An replied, "The time is not yet right."

Tie Tou couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward, asking, "When?"

"Wait!" Ding'an gripped the broken sword, his fingers turning white. "Wait until Shao Yang has lured everyone to the front gate!"
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The moon was very round, there wasn't a single cloud in the sky, and there were no stars either.

Leave this world to the bright moon.

The small town of Dishuiya seemed to be frightened.

Everything was silent.

When Ren Shaoyang came out, all he could hear was the crackling sound of torches burning.

Directly in front, a large, dark group of people stood solemnly, their swords, spears, and halberds gleaming in the firelight.

Three people dressed in fine clothes stood directly in front.

The amiable old man at the head of the group and the phoenix-eyed man on the right were Jia Ting and Cao Tian, ​​while on the left was a pale-faced, thin young man, Lu Xiaochuan.

The three of them were taken aback when they saw Ren Shaoyang come out alone, and then they looked him over carefully.

He was tall and slender, with a composed gait. Although he was young and had a youthful appearance, his eyebrows were prominent and his gaze was piercing.

After a moment of eye contact, the crowd couldn't help but secretly admire him: "What a handsome face!"

Jia Ting laughed and said, "I have been unable to forget you since we met as strangers on the road that day, but I do not know your name."

Ren Shaoyang leaned on his iron cudgel, looked around, and then said loudly, "My name is Ren Shaoyang, just a nobody."

“Ren Shaoyang?” Jia Ting muttered a few times, then chuckled and said, “Good name. You’re no nobody. You’ve killed hunters, wiped out bandits, and even the famous Flying Dragon has fallen to you.”

The old eunuch seemed somewhat amazed: "You're so young, yet you've accomplished so much these past few days, making your name known throughout the Northwest."

Ren Shaoyang said, "There is no other way to survive."

"Survive!" Jia Ting's brow twitched, and after a long while he said, "In this chaotic place, it's already difficult to survive."

The two remained silent for a long while before Jia Ting suddenly asked, "Young Master Ren, do you know Feilong's identity?"

Ren Shaoyang said coldly, "There are speculations, but no evidence."

Jia Ting laughed and said, "Let's agree on what each other says."

Ren Shaoyang nodded and said, "Okay."

"Blood Blade Sect".

"Blood Blade Sect!"

"Hahahaha!" Jia Ting laughed loudly, his laughter sharp, and looked at Lu Xiaochuan, "Xiaochuan, this young hero Ren's quick wit is probably no less than yours."

Lu Xiaochuan bowed slightly and smiled: "To be noticed by the big boss, one must be a talented person."

Jia Ting nodded and turned to smile, "Young Master Ren, the Blood Blade Sect has a great influence in the entire northern frontier and has many experts. Although Feilong's martial arts are not the highest, he is the most favored junior brother of the Blood Blade Patriarch and has always treated him like a son."

“Now that you and your companions have killed him, you probably won’t survive in the northern frontier.”

Ren Shao laughed and said, "According to you, I need to find a backer?"

Jia Ting clapped his hands and laughed: "That's exactly right!"

At this moment, Cao Tian said from the side, "Boy, the only one who can protect you now is the Eastern Depot! As long as you hand over the fragment and become an apprentice of the chief, you can go anywhere in the world, let alone the Blood Blade Sect!"

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly and stretched: "Guess how many people I just killed in the yard?"

Everyone was stunned. Lu Xiaochuan spoke up from the side, "The thirteen black-robed archers who entered the Lianfeng Ship were all killed with a single blow." He narrowed his eyes, "Impressive skill!"

Ren Shaoyang raised an eyebrow: "So, old eunuchs, don't bother trying to take me in as a dog. A real man living between heaven and earth, how can he cut off his testicles and rot his buttocks?"

Fuck!
This kid called me a hermaphrodite with a rotten ass?!

Upon hearing this, Lu Xiaochuan, Cao Tian, ​​and the others behind them were enraged and drew their weapons with a clang.

Jia Ting raised his hand and said in a deep voice, "Wait!"

Everyone was stunned, and the weapons were sheathed again.

Jia Ting stared at him intently for a long time, then suddenly sighed, "Seeing you reminds me of my youth."

Ren Shaoyang was taken aback by his words and paused for a moment before replying, "Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together. Why act like a timid girl?"

Jia Ting shook his head and sighed, "Stubborn to the end." Then he added, "What a pity."

Cao Tian suddenly shouted sharply, "Kill!"

But as soon as he uttered the word "kill," a flash of black light appeared before his eyes!
Cao Tian was the fourth-ranking officer of the Eastern Depot. He possessed amazing skills and was the best archer in the Eastern Depot. He once single-handedly defeated more than a dozen gang leaders and was unparalleled in the martial arts world of the north.

But before he could finish speaking, the guards around him saw the black light flash, and a jet of blood shot out from Cao Tian's shoulder, staining the night sky red.

He screamed in agony, clutching his shoulder as he fell backward.

Jia Ting's face and clothes were stained with blood, and he stood there stunned for a moment.

Because not only the guards behind him didn't see how Ren Shaoyang made his move.

Even they didn't see clearly how the stab was made.

With just a brief flash of black light, Cao Tian was actually injured and forced to retreat?
"Attack together! Leave no survivors!" Lu Xiaochuan roared.

The guards behind him reacted and immediately pounced on him.

Ren Shaoyang let out a long roar, unleashing the power of the Great Vajra. He stomped his feet with tremendous force, and with a loud "bang," the ground seemed to be trampled by a mammoth, clods of earth burst open, and debris flew everywhere.

Six or seven guards were knocked down by the debris, screaming as they fell to the ground.

At the same time, Jia Ting also realized what was happening and shouted shrilly, "Shoot him with crossbows! Kill him or not, there will be a great reward!"

Upon hearing this, the guards behind him perked up and quickly took out their crossbows and pulled the trigger.

Upon seeing this, Ren Shaoyang immediately transformed into the "Monkey King," his figure moving like a wisp of green smoke, dodging left and right. Instantly, the crossbow bolts lost their aim, and with a series of rapid thuds, dozens of arrows struck the gate.

With a long howl, Ren Shaoyang rose to his feet, moving with lightning speed. His iron spikes moved like the wind, and the nearby enemy soldiers were smashed away like dolls. Their formation collapsed in an instant.

Just as he was like a tiger released from its cage, ready to continue the pursuit.

Then Jia Ting shouted loudly, his steps were strange, and his sword went against the grain. As if he were silent, the tip of his sword was about to reach Ren Shaoyang's throat.

The remaining guards cheered upon seeing Jia Ting's exquisite swordsmanship.

Lu Xiaochuan exclaimed, "Boss, your swordsmanship is superb!"

Despite the danger, Ren Shaoyang remained calm.

He had already experienced this sword strike dozens of times in the illusion, and knew it by heart!

"Hmph, you have divine skills," Ren Shaoyang thought to himself, "I'm a cheat code!"

At the last possible moment, a wondrous sight appeared in the heavens and earth. He suddenly lowered his body, opened his mouth wide, and his gleaming white teeth shone brightly in the firelight.

He unleashed the power of the Great Vajra and bit down fiercely!
With a snap, the longsword was caught in Ren Shaoyang's steel teeth.

As Jia Ting's longsword reached his mouth, it felt like being struck by an iron plate, causing excruciating pain in his tiger's mouth. He cried out in bewilderment, "What kind of strange move is this?"

Ren Shaoyang grinned, biting the tip of the sword, and suddenly snapped it in two with a "crack".

Jia Ting was terrified and retreated hastily, clutching his broken sword.

Ren Shaoyang removed the broken blade from his mouth, raised his hand, and a white light suddenly shot straight towards Jia Ting's face!

(End of this chapter)