The next morning, when it was time for dinner, the person who came to deliver the meal this time changed, and it was no longer Zhang Hu.

After breakfast, Qi Qi explained to Xuanniao, and then went to Guan Yuntian's residence.

What he wanted to talk to Guan Yuntian about was naturally about Zhang Hu. In the past few days, Guan Yuntian gave him the impression that he was dictatorial and did not like others to interfere, and he thought that it would be difficult for Guan Yuntian to arrange Zhang Hu into tomorrow's bodyguard this time, but he didn't expect Guan Yuntian to agree very simply.

He guessed that Guan Yuntian also knew about it, and he was ashamed of him and Xuanniao, so he agreed so happily.

Guan Yuntian's attitude made him more or less calm in his heart, and he was no longer so vigilant about the entire dart line.

After returning to the room, he told Xuanniao about it, and he began to practice swords.

The day was no different from yesterday. Qi Qi practiced swords, meditated, and ate, and the cycle went on and on. At night, he still wanted to sleep on the table, but in the end, he couldn't resist Xuanniao, so he had to sleep on the bed obediently.

The next day, according to Guan Yuntian's previous arrangement, Qi Qi got up more than half an hour before dawn. He carefully lifted the futon, and his movements were extremely gentle, but he didn't expect to wake up the Xuanniao next to him.

Xuanniao got up slightly and looked at Qi Qi, her eyes were worried, a few strands of messy hair hung down in front of her eyes, and she had an inexplicable irregular beauty, and asked, "Yes... Are you leaving?"

"I'm sorry for the noise," Qi Qi got out of bed and put on his shoes and dressed. When he slept at night, he wore only a coat and a light shirt on his body.

"It's fine. Then you go, my words, you don't have to worry," Gentori said.

"Well, don't worry, my presence is also a deterrent to them, they don't dare to be too wanton," Qi Qi comforted.

Xuanniao smiled and nodded.

Qi Qi began to pack his things, and he didn't need to bring much. A few changes of clothes, the black sheath sword coiled with a golden double dragon coiled on its sheath.

Before leaving, he glanced at the Xuanniao in the room, and the woman happened to be looking at him, and the melancholy in his eyes dissipated a lot, and he became watery again, like a pool of autumn water.

He coughed, closed the door and left.

Coming to the courtyard in front of the hall, many of the brothers have arrived, and others are also coming one after another.

Guan Yuntian, who was standing in front of the hall, saw Qi Qi coming, and said with a smile, "Brother Qi Qi!"

Qi Qi hugged his fists and carried the sundries with everyone.

The sundries are dry food, water bladders, horse grass, etc.

After the transportation, the sky was already slightly bright.

Before leaving, everyone worshiped the statue of Guan Gong.

Then a dart team of 20 people set off with a horse.

The first person to go was the employer, Wang's family. Wang's house is in the middle of North Street.

After arriving there, Qi Qi looked at the plaque of the Wang family, and suddenly remembered that the beast was also surnamed Wang, and dared to love him for doing things for the enemy's family?

But it is difficult to recover the water, and it is obviously unreasonable to turn back now. After all, although the Wang family was arrogant, he also killed the descendants of their family, and Xuanniao was not injured. And if he didn't take this dart, he really couldn't think of any other better way to make money. So I thought that "making money from the enemy seems to be a pleasure" to calm down my emotions.

To avoid being recognized, he hid behind the line and covered his face with his clothes without a trace. That night in the piano workshop, there were still many people who remembered his appearance.

Their escort "object" was already waiting in front of the king's house, a wooden cart containing a large red box.

The leader of this trip is the three masters of Longteng - Zhao Gang. After he and the steward of the Wang family completed the handover work, the group continued to walk.

Out of the nearest north city gate, Qi Qi, Zhao Gang and his party continued to hurry.

Their destination for this dart was Guancheng, 400 miles away from Nanxun City, and it took about 15 days to go back and forth. They were to deliver the goods handed over to them by the Wang family to the Wang family's shop in Guancheng safely. After the deed was completed, the Wang family was heavily rewarded.

Today, they took two breaks to replenish food and feed the horses.

At night, the group camped in the forest.

After eating the food, at Zhao Gang's suggestion, the brothers began a martial arts competition. As a martial artist, he has a more or less belligerent spirit in his bones, and Guan Yuntian, the head of Long Teng, has a lot of pushes on this matter. Gradually, the brothers of Longteng developed the habit of competing whenever they had the opportunity.

This not only fosters friendship among the brothers, but also allows them to become more familiar with each other's strengths, including finding weaknesses and improving their skills to increase their strengths.

The people sat in a large circle on the ground.

The first to stand up was a man in a black shirt, neither fat nor thin, who shouted, "Who's going to challenge me?"

"I'm coming!" a lean man in a yellow shirt stood up.

The man in the black shirt saw that his opponent was this lean man, and his face slightly showed a hint of solemnity. The martial art practiced by this person is called "Yin Wind Claw", and his moves are treacherous and sinister. Although the lethality is not outstanding, if you can leave a lot of wounds on the opponent after a long battle, then the lethality is also extremely considerable.

"I was careless when I lost to you last time, and I won't show mercy this time!" said the man in the black shirt.

"Hehe," the lean man smiled.

The two set up formation and shot at the same time. Generally, this kind of competition is small than Yiqing, so I don't use weapons much. The two rushed towards each other with their bare hands.

The speed of the lean man is faster than that of a line. When the two came into contact, the man in the black shirt punched the lean man. Unexpectedly, when the fist was about to arrive, the thin man suddenly disappeared from his eyes.

It turned out that the lean man leaned back, wiped his knees on the ground, and slid up when the black-shirted man's fist was about to arrive. When he brushed the man in black shirt, his hands formed claws and tore them on the thighs of the man in black shirts.

But he spared his hand, only tore his clothes and wiped off some of the dandruff, otherwise this time, the man in the black shirt would at least see blood.

Rao was like this, and the man in black was also in pain.

The lean man swept past the man in black and slid out half a foot away.

The man in the black shirt turned around and rushed towards the lean man, kicking out.

The lean man took the black-shirted man's feet with both hands and kicked the black-shirted man's crotch as well.

The man in the black shirt leaned back, and the lean man's feet brushed his crotch. At this time, his fist also slammed into the lean man.

The lean man couldn't dodge, and was hit by this punch, falling back a few steps, his qi and blood were already unstable.

The man in the black shirt grinned, took advantage of the victory to pursue, and finally took down the lean man in ten moves. It ends with a move that is about to kick the crotch of a lean man.

"How? You're going to do it, and so will I," the man in the black shirt raised an eyebrow and smiled.

The lean man pursed his lips and smuggled back into his place.

Then a man in a red suit came up, and this man was a little burder than the man in the black shirt.

This second match was won by the man in the black shirt. In terms of strength, he has to lose to the first line of the men in the red suit, but in terms of speed, he is faster than the first line of the men in the red suit. With this advantage, it was relatively easy to win the victory.

After winning two games in a row, the man in the black shirt was in high spirits and shouted, "Who else? Who else will come up and challenge me?!"

"Me!" a bare-armed man stepped forward.

Qi Qi looked at this person and frowned slightly.

This person is Zhang Hu, the Zhang Hu who has intentions for Xuanniao.

As soon as Zhang Hu came on the field, there was a lot of cheers around, his reputation in the dart industry is not low, and he has made a lot of contributions to many bodyguards.

Seeing that it was Zhang Hu coming up, the black-shirted man's face was a little ugly, and his feet unconsciously took two steps back.

Zhang Hu, who took this scene into his eyes, smiled slightly, "Come on." ”

The two pulled out of formation. This time, it was Zhang Hu who took the lead. He rushed up, and his whole person was like a fierce tiger, carrying the whirring wind, which made the black-shirted man opposite look solemn.

Close, Zhang Hu slammed a heavy fist into the man in black shirt.

This punch was so fast that the man in the black shirt knew that he couldn't avoid it, so he crossed his hands to greet it.

With a bang, the man in black was knocked back a few steps by Zhang Hu and coughed a few times.

Zhang Hu glanced at Qi Qi in the circle, then looked back at the man in black shirt, grinned, rushed forward again, and punched again.

Under the absolute disadvantage of strength, the man in the black shirt didn't dare to think of anything at all to resist Zhang Hu's attack with one hand and take the key point with the other. Otherwise, you will not be able to block the opponent's attack, and you will be hit by the opponent. He could only resist with all his might, looking for certain opportunities that might exist.

But Zhang Hu didn't give him a chance.

The punch was still strong and fast. The man in the black shirt blocked with both hands, and when the two sides touched, he only felt a huge force coming from his arm, and his body retreated uncontrollably, and his qi and blood surged.

Zhang Hu glanced at Qi Qi in the crowd again, and then rushed towards the man in black for the third time.

This time the man in the black shirt tried to retreat, and he also retreated backwards when Zhang Hu rushed in. He only had the mentality of trying, and in fact he could only try. They were also moving, and Zhang Husan caught up with him in two steps.

The third punch broke through the wind.

"I'm throwing in the towel!" shouted the man in black shirt, raising his hands.

Brush!

A surging wind swept over the head of the man in black shirt, and Zhang Hu's fist stopped in front of the man in black shirt, and he was almost about to hit the man in black shirt.

Zhang Hu grinned and withdrew his fist.

Everyone looked at the black-shirted man who raised his hand in surrender and laughed. Among them, there is an unwritten rule. In the competition, you can't admit defeat, and if you have to admit defeat, you will be seen as weak and incompetent. No man wants to be seen that way.

The black-shirted man's face was very ugly, but there was no way, when Zhang Hu's third surging fist bombarded, a strong fear surged in his heart, and he subconsciously shouted out to admit defeat.

By the time he reacted, the words were already out.

The man in the black shirt stumbled back into his place.

Zhang Hu smiled and glanced at everyone for a week, "Is anyone going to come up and challenge me?"

Most people didn't dare to look directly into Zhang Hu's eyes, for fear of being targeted by him and calling themselves up.

The first time no one answered, Zhang Hu shouted the second time, but still no one answered.

He smiled, and his eyes suddenly locked on a figure in the circle.

"Brother Qi Qi, come up to Bibi?"