"If it is not expected, the Yellow Turban thief will definitely come back from time to time, and the old man is not there, and I hope the young man will deal with it carefully." The old man whispered to Ling Xiaohan, who came closer.

Ling Xiaohan was a little moved: "Thank you...... I'm a little curious, though, how did you make those hooligans suddenly become S...... Becoming like crazy? ”

The old man smiled: "If you and I meet again, let's talk about it then." ”

Ling Xiaohan asked, "I don't even know where you're going, how did you meet?" ”

The old man smiled and said, "It is in the city not far from here, how to go there, but the young man knows that the young man can come with him." ”

Ling Xiaohan thought to himself: "You old man is also interesting, if you want to protect that SB, just say it, I don't believe that only that SB knows the way, and you can know how to get there by asking anyone in the tavern, even if you say so, that SB won't live to that time!" ”

Naturally, this idea will not be spoken.

After the old man finished speaking, he drifted away, and Ling Xiaohan returned to the tavern to help the shopkeeper clean up - the bodies of the four hooligans were buried behind the tavern by the shopkeeper.

This process was so realistic that Ling Xiaohan couldn't help but feel a little frightened—he had a feeling that he had really killed someone.

But the thought that it was just a game made him relieved.

The young man didn't say a word, just ate the good meat served by the store alone, and Ling Xiaohan didn't bother to pay attention to him.

The half-stained wooden stick was also buried, and Ling Xiaohan asked the store for the weapon in his hand, but the store only recommended the sleeve knife, Ling Xiaohan had no choice but to come outside the tavern.

"Are you there?" Ling Xiaohan asked on the street.

"Xiaoxiaozai," the sweet voice of the customer service said with a tone of joy that could not be concealed, "Are you in trouble?" ”

"Nonsense, why else are you looking for?" Ling Xiaohan was not angry, "The initial weapon that the system gave me, what a, it's gone in two clicks!" I was beaten and it still hurts! ”

"I'm sorry...... the customer service's voice paused for a moment, "But this is set by the system, and Xiaoxiao can't help it." ”

Ling Xiaohan was helpless: "Forget it, then give me another one." ”

Xiaoxiao: "The system can only give you the initial equipment, and you have to get the rest by yourself......"

"Nonsense! What can I do with you! Ling Xiaohan was angry, "What kind of sleeve knife, so heavy, can I use it?" ”

The customer service suddenly laughed: "Hehe, so you don't know yet." ”

"Know what?"

"Let me explain it to you, didn't you get the skill 'Soldier Transfer'? Now it's time for it to do its job! ”

"Say it quickly." Ling Xiaohan became serious.

'Hmm!' To put it simply, when you need to use a weapon, the system will automatically reduce the actual weight of your current weapon by 90%, that is, you only need to bear 10% of the weight of the weapon! ”

"Real Fake ......"

"Of course it's true! How could Xiaoxiao lie to you, if you have the opportunity to try it, you will know! For example, if your weapon weighs 50 pounds, and when you are on the battlefield or heads-up, the system will reduce the weight of your weapon by 45 pounds, and the weapon you are holding will only weigh 5 pounds. ”

"Holy? And this kind of operation? Ling Xiaohan was overjoyed.

"Of course! Otherwise, why did Xiao Xiao just say that this skill is very useful. The small voice of the customer service sounded very happy.

"Okay...... I barely believe you," Ling Xiaohan half-jokingly said, "If that's not the case, I'll settle accounts with you again!" ”

"Tiny won't lie to your ......"

The sad tone of the customer service made Ling Xiaohan a little unbearable, so he returned to the tavern and asked the store for the "treasure of the town store".

The shopkeeper was very happy and asked the shopkeeper to hand over the sleeve knife to Ling Xiaohan.

Carrying the heavy knife, Ling Xiaohan didn't believe that it would suddenly become lighter, and wanted to test it, but at this time, there was no chance.

As the sky fully brightened, the market gradually became lively.

From time to time, people from the village came into the tavern, and without exception, everyone stared at Ling Xiaohan with surprised eyes.

Ling Xiaohan felt uncomfortable, and was about to leave when he stood up.

The shopkeeper hurriedly stopped: "Immortal, where do you want, where do you want to go?" ”

Ling Xiaohan said angrily: "I said I was looking for someone, where the is?" If he farts, I'm going to wait like SB? ”

The shopkeeper was dumbfounded.

The young man not far away snorted coldly: "Isn't it scared, it's really ......."

"What the are you farting!"

Ling Xiaohan couldn't bear it any longer, and strode towards the young man, and at the same time, waved his sleeve knife vigorously.

The guests in the tavern exclaimed.

The young man's expression shook suddenly, and he hurriedly stood up.

Ling Xiaohan didn't say a word, and slashed at the young man's chest.

"Immortals! Immortals! The shopkeeper shouted desperately behind him.

The sleeve knife suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the blade was less than three meters away from the young man's chest.

Cold sweat broke out from the young man's forehead.

Ling Xiao looked at the young man coldly, put down the sleeve knife, and turned his head to look.

The reason why this knife did not go down was naturally not because of the store's blocking, but because there was a sudden noise and shouting outside the store.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the shopkeeper hurriedly ran over, and was about to speak, but his face changed and he looked at the door.

In a short time, the noise was already approaching the door, and several stout men appeared.

The shopkeeper opened his mouth widely: "Expensive...... Guest, please, may I ask ......"

These big men blocked the door of the tavern tightly and impermeable.

The big man at the head, dressed in coarse linen clothes, with a shabby armor on it, a black face and long sideburns, a gray and black cloth strip tied on his head, pointed at the store with a thick finger, and said in a thick voice: "Who killed my brother?" ”

The shopkeeper staggered two steps and fell to the ground: "This ...... This ......"

"Big brother, it's the thief!" Someone shouted behind the leader, and at the same time, a finger pointed at Ling Xiaohan.

The leader looked in the direction of his finger with a grim expression: "Is this hairy child?" ”

Ling Xiaohan tilted his head and saw that it was the rascal who had escaped before.

"Just in time!"

The fire in his heart was about to be sent to the young man, and when he saw that someone was coming to die, he changed his plan and planned to let the young man live a few more minutes.

"Exactly! Big brother, he killed me and other brothers! The rascal said urgently.

Ling Xiaohan walked in front of those big men in two steps.

The black-faced man at the head frowned, and reprimanded: "A few of you were killed by this kid, but it is an insult to the prestige of the 'Heavenly Army'!" ”

The hooligan was a little panicked: "Big, big brother...... That thief seems to know how to pass the demon law......"

"Oh?" The leader of the big man groaned.

"Stop!" Ling Xiaohan was very impatient, "If you want to fight, hurry up!" ”

The black-faced man shouted in a deep voice: "Ignorant child, but he doesn't know death!" Dare to kill my 'Heavenly Army' brother, the crime is unforgivable! ”

This sentence frightened the store and the customers, and they all hid in the corner and shivered.

After the black-faced man finished speaking, he waved his big hand, and several strong men behind him rushed towards Ling Xiaohan with a howl.

The translucent handle appeared in front of him again, and at the same time, Ling Xiaohan only felt that the weight of the sleeve knife in his hand was instantly reduced, just like holding a pure iron dagger.

"You didn't lie to me!" Ling Xiaohan's mouth lifted slightly.

Originally, Ling Xiaohan's skills in controlling the game were already superb, but now coupled with the sharp blades, it was like a tiger with wings.

Those three or four strong men who were eager to tear Ling Xiaohan to pieces were solved by Ling Xiaohan in the blink of an eye.

The technique is fast, like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, clean and neat.

The blood of those people splashed a lot on Ling Xiaohan's body, which made Ling Xiaohan breathe faster, but at the same time, he also experienced a feeling of pleasure that he had never felt before, and most of the anger just now was gone.

The people in the tavern, except for the young man, were all stunned, as if they were frozen.

At this time, only the black-faced man and the man who had fled before were left at the door.

"You, come here." Ling Xiaohan pointed at the black-faced man.

The black-faced man gritted his teeth: "You...... Who are you? Get your name in! ”

Ling Xiaohan said: "You're about to die, and it's useless to ask this!" ”

The black-faced man looked angry: "What a big breath!" I see that your martial arts are extraordinary, and I wanted to introduce you to the 'Heavenly Army' and serve us, but you don't know what to do! ”

Ling Xiaohan scolded: "Fuck you! A gang of anti-thieves, stinky and shameless! Come here, I'll let you die early and live early! ”

The black-faced man was furious, and pulled out a big axe from behind him: "I really don't know how to die!" Have you ever heard of the name of Zhou Cang, the general of my 'Heavenly Army'? ”

"Huh! Do you think you're famous? Ling Xiaohan only felt funny, "What a 2B name!" ”

"This kid actually dares to insult his eldest brother's reputation!" The big man who ran away before added fuel to the fire, but he himself didn't have the slightest intention of rushing up.

"Wow!" The big man who called himself Zhou Cang screamed, raised his big axe, and was about to rush over.

"Wait!"