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Sure that he was not dazzled, Zhou Ning took a deep breath and cautiously approached this void vortex.

Three steps, two steps, one step......

When he stood in front of the whirlpool, the whirlpool, which was still spinning rapidly, unexpectedly calmed down and turned into a smooth mirror. Through the transparent mirror, Zhou Ning saw an incomparably strange world.

The antique buildings, the rows of streets, and the crowd slowly surging forward like an ant colony, if you distinguish it carefully, Zhou Ning can even see that in the crowd, there is also a person wearing a soap scarf, wearing soap blue clothes, and a long knife around his waist, who is patrolling the four directions.

He also clearly saw that the catcher, with his rugged beard, picked up an apple from the fruit stall on the side and ate it.

Oh my god, it's really a space-time gate!

Looking at the shape of the hat, it seems a bit like the head of the Tang Dynasty? No, the Tang Dynasty, it seems that there are no apples?

Zhou Ning looked at the picture that appeared on the opposite side of the space-time door with an itch, carefully stretched out his hand, and touched it gently.

When his fingers touched the space-time gate, the mirror-like space-time gate suddenly rippled.

Seemingly, there is no danger?

Just when Zhou Ning was thinking like this, he was caught off guard, and a huge suction force came from inside the space-time gate, and in just a moment, Zhou Ning's entire body was uncontrollably sucked into the space-time gate.

At the moment when Zhou Ning's body submerged into the space-time gate, this space-time gate was slowly condensed into a point of light, which drilled into his right arm and turned into a cyan spiral tattoo.

It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like only a moment.

Suddenly, Zhou Ning appeared on the bustling downtown street with a blank face, shirtless and wearing only a pair of pants.

This is...... The world behind the portal?

It's no different from what I just peeked into, the antique Sui and Tang Dynasty buildings, the rows of streets, the road is full of small traders carrying burdens, and pedestrians rubbing shoulders and rubbing shoulders, in an endless stream. On both sides of the street, there are many large and small shops, but for Mao, these people's eyes are staring at themselves tightly? Even the shouting stopped, and Zhou Ning saw a pear seller in a yellow cloth shirt, his mouth wide open, and he looked at him dumbfounded.

A moment later, a woman's scream pierced the sky, and a very fat woman wearing a red skirt pointed at Zhou Ning and screamed loudly: "Help! There are Dengzi disciples! ”

This accent is so familiar - isn't this the Yangzhou accent that you can hear every day? Could it be that this is still Yangzhou?

Wait, Dengzi, are you talking about yourself?

"The disciple is here!"

Just when Zhou Ning was still confused, countless rotten fruits and sundries flew towards him as if they didn't want money, smashing him into his head.

"Spicy mother's, it's really six monsters (Yangzhou dialect, perverted meaning), dressed like this in broad daylight!"

"It's bad morals, it's bad morals."

"This guy has very short hair, and he looks like a demon monk who doesn't abide by the rules and precepts!"

"Wait, this guy has very short hair, and only wears a crotch cloth on his body, isn't it the demon monk of the Blood Knife Gate?"

As if intimidated by the sound of the Blood Knife Gate, the surrounding crowd suddenly became quiet, and after a while, someone said, "Even if he is a Demon Monk of the Blood Knife Gate?" There are so many of us, are you still afraid that he won't succeed? Besides, isn't there still Qi Catcher? ”

"Kill this demon monk!"

"Wait, this is a misunderstanding, I'm not a bad person......"

His voice was soon drowned out by the noise of the crowd, and the onlookers picked up brooms, shovels and other weapons in their hands, and swarmed up, flocking to Zhou Ning from all directions.

"Don't, don't!"

Zhou Ning's steps were agile and fast, he took two brooms, found a gap, flashed out of the encirclement of the crowd, and fled.

Zhou Ning swore that he had never run so fast in his life - but strangely, the distance between him and the crowd behind him was not widened, only slightly farther away.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar came from behind him: "Where did the thieves come from, dare to spread wilderness in Yangzhou City?" ”

The sound was so loud that it was like a thunderclap on the ground. Zhou Ning looked behind him while running, and then, stunned, he saw a familiar burly figure, this person was wearing a soap scarf on his head, wearing soap blue clothes, and he was rushing over the galloping horse, and it was the head catcher that he had just peeped in front of the space-time gate.

Zhou Ning seemed to see a sturdy black bear running wildly, unscientifically, this black bear was faster than a cheetah......

It is no exaggeration to say that the head-catching feet seemed to have turned into an afterimage, like a flashing light, and in the blink of an eye, they narrowed a large distance.

"It's not scientific......"

Zhou Ning was dumbfounded and muttered to himself.

Perhaps, it is the crisis that can really stimulate people's potential, at this moment, the stagnation that Zhou Ning felt that had been bothering him for a long time suddenly loosened, and the speed under his feet was a little faster, and an unfamiliar air flow suddenly emerged from the dantian, and quickly flowed to the limbs and hundreds of remains. The distance that had already been shortened suddenly opened up a little more.

This is...... Do you feel a sense of qi in the first place?

Feeling the significantly strengthened strength and speed, Zhou Ning was overjoyed, turned his feet, and bent into a small alley next to him.

This small alley is very winding and narrow, which is very suitable for running.

"There's still a bit of ability!" The bearded head chased halfway, his eyes were sharp, he suddenly jumped high into the air, drew the horizontal knife at his waist, and shouted: "Little thief, give me death!" ”

The jump was three or four meters high, and then, in the somewhat dim alley, a golden knife light suddenly flashed.

Zhou Ning was dumbfounded to see that this sword light turned into a violent golden knife qi, mixed with crackling electric light, and in the blink of an eye, it had cut through a thick brick wall, slashing down towards him, enveloping Zhou Ning in a knife light.

"What to do, what to do to get out?"

The thick brick wall was easily cut through by this violent knife qi, and in an instant, it seemed to rain a rain of rubble - the flying rubble and smoke affected the vision of both sides at the same time, and at this moment, Zhou Ning saw the flashing spiral tattoo on his right arm.

"Isn't it ......"

With a thought, the spiral-shaped tattoo suddenly grew larger, turning into a portal in place. Feeling the sword light that was about to reach his body, Zhou Ning was so frightened that his soul was not possessed, and he pounced forward, just before the sword qi reached his body, he rushed into the portal.

The dust and smoke dissipated, and the bearded head holding a horizontal knife stood quietly, seeing that there were no corpses and blood stains on the ground, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, could it be that his Five Tiger Soul Breaking Knife had advanced again?

Pouted, put the knife into the sheath, walked out of the alley majestically, and shouted: "Folks, that thief has been stabbed by my three hands, and there are no bones left. I would like to teach you to know that the imperial court, the general of the Right Tun Guard, Lord Yuwen, is about to make a southern tour, and within ten days from now on, Yangzhou City will implement a curfew, and it is strictly forbidden to make noise, use force, and make trouble. If anyone dares to commit an offense, the thief is an example. ”

"Yu Wenhua and want to come?"

The crowd of onlookers were all silent, looking at each other. In the crowd, an old Confucian looked a little worried, thought for a while, and then left in a hurry.