There was a person standing in front of Wang Yu, he still held a knife in his hand, he was still a famous swordsman who was breathing two quarters of an hour ago, but now his soul had been purified with the thin red thread around his neck.

Wang Yu gently picked off the man's head with his sword, put it in his leather bag, and then tied it around his waist, which had been with him for a long time. Since he entered the Moon Cry Fu, the first person he killed, the first head he cut off was in this leather bag, and he couldn't remember how many people he had killed, how many heads had been stored in it for a short time, he only knew that the fate of this head was to turn into ashes after showing it to his employer.

He turned and walked to the other end, ignoring the headless corpse behind him, letting three feet of blood gush from his neck.

But a voice suddenly stopped him.

"Hey, do you sell your sword?"

He couldn't help but feel a murderous aura rising from the sword in his hand again, and when he looked at it, he saw that the voice was made by a young beggar of his own age. He was ragged and unkempt, and he still held a broken bowl in his hand that could not be broken again, and the most strange thing for Wang Yu was that the beggar was carrying an object on his shoulder, which was about five feet long, wrapped in an extremely clean cloth, so that he could not see what was hidden inside. It should be a stick according to the shape of its wrapping.

For this kind of thing, Wang Yu is not interested in it at all. After taking two steps forward, he turned back sharply and said coldly, "Don't follow anymore." Otherwise, that person just now will be your end. ”

The beggar was stunned at first, and then rolled his eyes, "I'm also helpless, otherwise how could I follow you?"

Wang Yu said: "What are you helpless about?"

Wang Yu is the first time to see such a person, ordinary people see him as like a flood beast and avoid it, this person still follows him, either with bad intentions, or a fool.

But Wang Yu prefers the second type, because as a killer, he can feel the breath of everyone walking to him.

Every living person has a breath, but the breath of a practitioner is different. A person with extremely high martial arts has a very long breath that is not easy to be noticed by others.

And this person's breath is cloudy, and he doesn't look like a cultivator at all, but since he is not a cultivator. How can you not be afraid of yourself?

Before he could speak, Wang Yu turned his head and left. After exiting the long alley, I turned into a noodle shop.

Although this noodle restaurant is not big, it is better because there are many people in the noodles, and almost all the diners inside are from the rivers and lakes, they are armed with swords and swords, and everyone has a face that cannot be hidden. But unlike usual, the people here speak softly in every word, and their eyes keep poking around as they speak.

Because Wang Yu has undergone special training, even if they speak softly, Wang Yu can hear it.

I only heard the middle-aged man sitting in the corner with his bare chest and back and a skeleton carved on his body sitting opposite him, dressed as a businessman: "I heard that the Heavenly Demon called to attack the main altar of the beggar gang yesterday and almost wiped out the beggar gang." ”

The middle-aged merchant took a sip of tea and said, "It's destroyed, I heard that the elder of the Beggar Gang failed to survive ten moves in the Hell Swordsman, one of the six Venerables of the Heavenly Demon Sect. ”

Wang Yu heard the people at the other table again, one of them picked up his chopsticks and pointed at the country softly: "I said a long time ago that the Heavenly Demon Sect is not easy to mess with, and the fall of the previous dynasty is inseparable from the Heavenly Demon Sect. ”

And the partner on his side said: "This is a bad word, no matter how difficult the Heavenly Demon Sect is, it doesn't dare to provoke Lian Qinglian Sword Pavilion." ”

"That's natural, the Qinglian Sword Pavilion is the leader of the righteous path, and the seven pavilion masters are even more peerless in cultivation, how dare those Heavenly Demon Sect leaders attack?"

One of them probably felt that the topic was too far, so he led the topic back and said, "It is said that the Heavenly Demon Sect's siege of the beggar gang this time is not to seize territory, but to seize treasure. ”

At this time, Wang Yu had already entered the store, and the beggar also sat down with him.

Xiao Er saw the beggar enter his shop, so he rushed up and wanted to drive him away, but when he saw the murderous aura in Wang Yu's eyes, he took back the momentum just now.

Weakly asked, "Guest officer, what do you want?"

The young beggar said, "Give me the best of you." ”

The little second glanced at Wang Yu with an inquiring eye, and when he saw that Wang Yu didn't react, he poured the tea into the cup and said, "The guest officer tastes the tea first, and the delicious food will be good for a while." ”

Then he went upstairs.

The young beggar smiled at Wang Yu and said, "It's okay, I'll invite you for this." ”

Wang Yu didn't speak, he looked around with the rest of his eyes, and found that the faces of the people around him had changed, and their faces had changed since he first entered the store. Wang Yu knew what that look meant.

It's incredible, with a little bit of fear.

Wang Yun didn't bother to pay attention to what they said, and he didn't care what the dirty guy in front of him invited him to eat, and the tea in front of him didn't move, because he felt a murderous aura locked on the beggar's body.

But when he probed the source of the murderous aura, the murderous aura actually dissipated.

It seems that this person's cultivation is no worse than his.

I was able to know about his probes.

At this moment, a cold light suddenly flew towards him, and he grabbed a poison dart in his hand without looking back.

At the same time, several figures also suddenly jumped with swords, and slashed at Wang Yu one after another, Wang Yu hurriedly threw the dart back, hitting one of them in the heart, and then patted the table, and the chopsticks were shaken. With a thunderous technique, dozens of fingers popped out in an instant, each finger flicked on the chopsticks, and dozens of chopsticks instantly inserted into the fatal place of the attacker like a sharp blade.

Dozens of people were killed on the spot, and the young beggar was already so frightened that he hid behind Wang Yu, and at this moment Wang Yu felt a faint aroma burrowing into his nose.

The rest of the people were all diners who came to eat noodles, and when they saw that the situation was not good, they ran away like a martial arts master and disappeared in an instant.

He said coldly, "They're here to kill you?"

The beggar shook his head in fright and said, "I, I don't know. ”

Wang Yu walked in front of a person who was still convulsing, the person's head had already been submerged by a chopstick, but he was still panting, he was still alive, but there was no fear in his eyes. He said, "You don't have to ask me anything, I won't say anything." ”

Wang Yu said: "I know it's impossible to ask for something out of your mouth to count, so I won't let you be so happy." ”

The man suddenly looked frightened and said, "What are you going to do?"

Wang Yu didn't answer, stepped on his chest, looked at him expressionlessly, and said, "I let you often have the taste of internal organs." With a slight force, he listened to the sound of broken bones coming from his chest, and this force was not brute force, but skillful force, and their internal organs had cracked at the light touch of their feet, like poisonous insects gnawing at their internal organs.

"Spare your life!" the man suddenly shouted, "My Heavenly Demon Sect is here to kill ......"

But his words suddenly stopped, a yellow liquid suddenly flowed out of his mouth, Wang Yu frowned, and had already pulled the beggar out of the noodle shop, and suddenly the person's body suddenly shrunk and suddenly swelled again, only to hear a bang, the person turned into a rain of blood.

At the moment when Wang Yu landed, his sword suddenly shone brightly, and with a slight wave, a cloud of black qi scattered in response to the sword.

"He is worthy of being the top killer in the Moon Cry Fu, and he actually escaped my 'heavenly explosion'"

The voice came from a man dressed in black who couldn't see clearly.

Wang Yu said coldly: "Heavenly Demon Sect?"

The man said, "One of the six, the Hungry Ghost Envoy." ”

"Why did you kill me?"

"It's not to kill you, our Heavenly Demon Sect has no intention of being an enemy of your Moon Cry, what I want to kill is just the beggar behind you. ”

The young beggar shrank behind Wang Yu.

Wang Yu said: "But you were going to kill me just now." ”

"It's natural that my subordinates are being rude, and besides, they've already cost their lives, haven't they?"

Wang Yu snorted coldly and did not answer.

"I owe you this favor, I don't like to owe people family favors, and ten pearls will be given in three days. ”

He thought that Wang Yu would agree, after all, this is not a small amount.

"Yes, but you'll need to leave an IOU. ”

The hungry ghost said, "Okay," with a wave of his hand, a token flew out of his sleeve and fell into Wang Yu's hand, "This is the token is the certificate for our Heavenly Demon Sect to deposit money in the major banks, and you can go to the major banks to exchange for ten pearls." ”

Wang Yu immediately turned his head and left, and the hungry ghost stopped him and said, "Brother Wang, have you forgotten something?"

Wang Yu didn't look back, just replied with two words, "No, this token is just to compensate me, as for this guy, he just invited me to eat a bowl of noodles, which can be regarded as a reward for protecting him." ”

"You, you" The body under the black clothes trembled angrily, and he scolded: "Profiteer." ”

Wang Yu said: "Yes, our Yue Qifu is a businessman. ”

The hungry ghost gathered a black gas in his hand, as long as this black gas hit Wang Yu's body, Wang Yu would immediately turn into a skeleton, but the black gas disappeared in his hand, he snorted coldly, and disappeared into the corner of the street.

When Li An woke up, it was already dawn, he touched his face, and he didn't care about wearing shoes, so he immediately ran in the direction of his father's room, and met a few maids on the way so he asked them about what happened last night, and the green dressed Cuiliu said: "Today, the master has gone out, and the strange old man and slave that the young master said have not seen it." ”

Li An went to Li Chong's room suspiciously. Sure enough, there was no one in the room except a letter left on the table, which read: "My son Li An personally opened." ”

Ang Lee also knew that his father's favorite was this set, although there was no ink in his chest, but he had to write all day long. If you have any instructions, can't you just find a subordinate and say it?

Picking up the envelope with the dagger he carried, the general meaning of the letter was the same as he expected, that is, he was busy with official affairs and reported his achievements according to the usual practice, and he also asked him to listen to his old man's master at home and read more.

Seeing this, Li Ang couldn't help laughing, and he also taught? It's good that he can read and read himself!

But the old thing taught himself swordsmanship, but he only taught himself a few tricks, and those sword moves were extremely ordinary, just printed on books and put out for sale, and he could buy them at the bookstall for a few pennies.

If it weren't for the old man who showed his skills once that day, I really thought he was a big liar.

Putting the letter away and throwing it aside, Li An went straight out to the place where the Pavilion Academy was.

And the white-eyed old man in the Pavilion Academy was lying on a chair at the moment, still holding a red book in his hand, with only four light blue characters on it—Listening to the Sea Sword Spectrum.

(To be continued)