A bright yellow flame rose from Zhou Xiaoyu's palm, and its color was like a bonfire burning on the beach on a summer night. Bright, warm and hot.

When the flames appeared, they quickly climbed, and they spewed, and the flames swept and let out a low whistling.

In a moment, the flames formed the shape of a long sword, and the flames at the edges swirled, making the outline of the flame sword not so clear.

Zhou Xiaoyu stretched out his hand and shook it lightly, only to feel a burst of warmth in his palm. It's like holding a cup full of hot water in the winter, warm, but not hot.

But in fact, he felt that it was only a warm flame, the temperature of which was more than a hundred, and the temperature of the flame core reached two hundred degrees!

This is a Xuanhuo, which is different from the glowing fire, in addition to the different colors, the Xuanhuo also has the characteristics of being inextinguishable.

In other words, even if you use a fire extinguisher, you can't extinguish the flame.

Unless the energy that sustains it dissipates on its own.

And now, this sword formed by Xuanhuo is the second ability of the Xuanhuo line, the Xuanhuo Sword!

To Zhou Xiaoyu's surprise, the Xuanhuo Sword was not like a fire finger gun, which could directly release attacks. It just condensed the Xuanhuo into a sword shape, and Zhou Xiaoyu carried it and could swing and slash like a real long sword.

But here's the problem, Zhou Xiaoyu doesn't know anything about swordsmanship, even if he carries a flaming sword, he can only bluff people at best.

When you meet a real master, it doesn't work at all.

Do I still have to learn a swordsmanship? In case there are any swords, guns, shields, axes or something in the future, I dare to love that I still have to live in all eighteen martial arts?

I'm exhausted!

As for the third ability of the Xuanhuo line, it is the Imperial Sword Technique, after activating it, Zhou Xiaoyu can let go of his hands and control the Xuanhuo Sword to come and go freely around it with his mind.

It's just that the control range is a bit small, and it can only be used in space within a radius of three meters with itself as the origin.

However, if used properly, it should be used to reap the effect of surprise soldiers.

Zhou Xiaoyu was lying on the bed, controlling the Xuanhuo Sword to fly above his head. From time to time, a stab in the east and a sword in the west are effortless to use, but there is no order at all.

Now the only advantage of this sword art is that it is fast enough, maybe because there is no mass relationship between flames, so the Xuanhuo Sword can really come and go like electricity, and when it flies straight, it will always leave a bright yellow light in the air.

After playing for a while, Zhou Xiaoyu's stomach was drumming, so he simply put away the Xuanhuo Sword and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

As a result, I turned over the refrigerator and kitchen cabinets, and I didn't even find the instant noodles.

There's no way, Uncle Long's old man is too fine, and everyone's daily food expenses are so squeezed that there is no extra money to buy instant noodles.

Fortunately, I just disliked Su Yuexi yesterday, and Zhou Xiaoyu has not tried to carry so much money in his pocket, and the most time he came to Tuocheng, Dean Wu gave him 3,000 yuan. Now with tens of thousands of dollars in his pocket, he has the illusion of an upstart.

He went back to his room, changed his clothes, brought a hundred dollars, and went out to find something to eat.

When Zhou Xiaoyu went out to forage, a silver-gray Mercedes-Benz came to the vicinity of Xiaoguan Garden. Since the small view garden is now closed to motor vehicles, Mercedes-Benz cannot drive in, so it can only park on the street outside.

The car door opened, and Akame, dressed in a black trench coat, stepped out of the car, and two of his men got out of the car one after another.

Akame whispered, "Let's go." ”

The three of them walked into the small view garden.

It's already eleven o'clock in the evening, and there are already few people in the old urban area, and there are no residents in the area of Xiaoguanyuan for a long time. So apart from the lights of a few small shops still on, there was not a single ghost on the street.

The street lights are cold, and the night breeze is cold.

The three of them soon came to a small shop, Lao Dong Yangxing!

Originally, foreign firms were set up by foreign merchants, and in the seventies and eighties, foreign firms were everywhere in the coastal areas. Over time, these comptoirs have long since disappeared under the wheel of history.

Now the operator of this small foreign company is not a foreigner, but an old man surnamed Dong, his name is Dong Minghuan.

Dong Minghuan worked as a partner in a foreign bank when he was young, and then the foreign boss ran away, and the foreign bank was taken down by him and has been in business until now.

Dong Minghuan has lived in Xiaoguanyuan all his life, and it can be said that he has witnessed the prosperity and decline of this place.

His shop was filled with lighters, watches, wall clocks, and other old items that could not be found on the market.

Time seems to stand still in his small shop, and when you walk into Lao Dong's foreign store, you are like walking into the seventies and eighties.

It's a pity that Akame is not here to reminisce about time, and besides, in the seventies and eighties, he was still wearing open pants, and he didn't feel anything at all.

So as soon as he came in, he saw an old man in a sixtieth armor sweeping the floor behind the counter, so he strode forward and slapped the plastic bag with the lighter on the counter.

The old man is Dong Minghuan, who is over 70 years old this year, but his ears and eyes are quite smart. Hearing the voice, he turned his head and raised his reading glasses and said, "I'm sorry, we're closed, let's come back tomorrow if you want to buy anything." ”

Akame sneered: "Old thing, I'm not here to buy something. Roll over to me and see if this thing is sold to you. If you dare to play tricks, be careful that I tear down your shop!"

Dong Minghuan said unhurriedly: "Didn't you hear clearly? I said that it was closed, and I would come back tomorrow if I had something." ”

Akame was just about to get angry, when a clear voice sounded outside the store: "In the middle of the night, I shouted at an old man. In vain, you are the leader of the Red Turban Regiment, and you have no quality at all!"

The three people in the store suddenly turned around, and saw someone standing in the spacious street outside the store.

The night breeze blew his black hair and the light fell on a Monkey King's Peking Opera mask, and his long white trench coat hunted in the wind.

This person came silently, which made Akame's eyes a little more vigilant.

He shouted, "Who are you?"

The masked man laughed, "You came all the way to Tuocheng to look for me, but you didn't know who I was. Akame, I don't think you should be the boss of the Red Turban Troupe, just change to performing cross talk. ”

Akame suddenly picked up the lighter: "This is your thing?"

The masked man generously admitted: "That's right, it's mine." ”

Akame immediately threw the lighter at the other party: "Okay, then you will die for me!"

The masked man reached out to catch the lighter, and at this time, Akame had already pounced out of the small shop, and a little vermilion in those eyes instantly expanded, occupying the entire pupil.

The next moment, two bright red beams of light shot out of Akame's eyes and slashed straight at the masked man. The two red rays of light pierced the air, almost in a flash, and the speed was amazing.

But the masked man still tilted his head slightly, and two beams of light slid past his face, and the moment they staggered, the mask on the man's face was illuminated by red light.

The beam of light flickered away, sinking into a stone pillar under a arcade across the street.

There are two more transparent holes on the white-painted stone pillars, and when you look through the small holes, there are red threads all over the edges and even around the walls of the caves.

That's the traces left after the stone burns at high temperatures!

The masked man whistled: "It's worthy of a B-level energy inhuman, your tricks are similar to Superman." The high-temperature ray cave financial stone is really extraordinary. It's a pity that you can't hit people, and no matter how powerful it is, it's useless. ”

Akame snorted and glared at the masked man, and suddenly two more high-temperature rays shot away. Like the light of the lighthouse in the dark night, it tore apart the air...