Chapter 25: The Fight in the Hutong

Zhao Yu had no choice but to leave, he didn't want Zhao Yu to go, but some people didn't want Zhao Yu to go.

"Brother, it seems that you are so interested in my son-in-law!" Behind a wooden house, a man slowly walked out.

Although Zhao Yu didn't recognize his appearance, he knew by looking at his clothes that this person should be one of the entourages of the man surnamed Fu just now. It's just that now he no longer lowers his eyebrows, and his small triangular eyes are flashing with the dangerous gaze that only murderers have.

This kind of gaze Zhao Yu is not unfamiliar, the three precepts that teach Zhao Yu martial arts, after so many years of contact, Zhao Yu already knows who the three precepts are. was originally a fugitive, and he didn't know that he was there, but he vaguely knew that he had killed more than 30 men from the enemy's family single-handedly.

Such a strong character taught Zhao Yu that he would naturally not follow the rules, and since Zhao Yu was eight years old, he secretly fought with the green skin in the market. Among them, there are many green skins with human lives in their hands, and their eyes are similar to the entourage in front of them.

"You've killed someone!" Zhao Yu looked at each other calmly.

The entourage's face changed slightly, his fierce gaze narrowed slightly, and a cautious look appeared on his face for the first time. "You can't stay any longer! Originally, you were the curious boy, it looks like you should have discovered something! ”

Since being suppressed by Liu E, Zhao Yu's psychological quality has changed a lot. Although there seemed to be a lot of things in the other party's words, the expression on Zhao Yu's face remained the same. muttered secretly in his heart: It seems that this man surnamed Fu seems to have a different background, so what role does Cui Niannu play in this?

"Forget it!" Although the entourage's tone was regretful, the look on his face was indescribably lacking. "No matter who you are, the result is the same!"

A sharp short knife was drawn from the back, and the short knife blade was one foot and two inches long, and it was straight. Although the maintenance is good, you can vaguely see a few slight notches in the knife body. Although this affects the image of the short knife, it also further shows that the owner of this knife is not some kind of pretentious guy.

"Humph! Show amateur skills in front of an expert! Zhao Yu pulled out a short blade that was only half a foot long from his sleeve, and the blade of the knife exuded a slightly ghostly luster in the sunlight. The blade is slightly curved, with serrations on both sides of the blade, and the blade has a blood groove, on which the word blood shadow is written with blood-red paint. This is the steel eagle combat knife in Zhao Yu's imitation memory. The material is made of precious meteoric iron, such a small short blade, which is worth more than hundreds of refined steel knives.

The retinue was also a well-informed figure, and because of this, he also recognized the material of the Blood Shadow.

The entourage grew his mouth and exclaimed in a gaffe: "Meteoric iron! ”

Meteorite contains an important metal element 'nickel', which was still very backward at this time, and people had not yet been able to refine nickel alone, let alone discover it. On the other hand, meteorite iron is different, often containing a large amount of nickel, and the most can reach 20%. Nickel, on the other hand, works to make the metal harder.

The ancient Longquan Sword (known as the Seven Star Dragon Yuan) is said to have been made of meteoric iron.

This time, the entourage's eyes no longer only flashed with murderous light, but also with greedy eyes. "Excellent! For the sake of your generosity, I'll give you a refreshing one! ”

Zhao Yu surprisingly did not fight head-on, but turned around and left.

Naturally, it's not that Zhao Yu is afraid of things, but that although the road they are on now is relatively remote, there are still people passing by by accidentally. Zhao Yu didn't want to be seen, in case this matter came to Kaifeng Mansion, even Zhao Yu would have a headache.

"Damn it! Don't be afraid, boy! "Then the entourage got the order, not to mention, and now he is still greedy for the blood shadow in Zhao Yu's hand, where is he willing to let Zhao Yu go? Catch up without saying a word.

Zhao Yu turned into an alley, his entourage flashed vigilant, slowed down, made a small circle, and saw Zhao Yu hiding behind the wall and trying to sneak attack him, and immediately showed a smug smile.

He smiled a little disappointedly, but Zhao Yu quickly cleaned up his mood, turned around, faced his entourage, and slowly retreated.

The attendant looked behind the alley and smiled with satisfaction. "Yes, a dead end, it seems that you really know how to choose a place!"

Zhao Yu smiled disapprerovingly, and waved the blood shadow in his hand a few times. The shadow of blood pierced the air, making a palpitating sound.

This did not frighten the followers, but made the greed in the eyes of the followers even stronger. Although it was only a few swings, for these long-tested 'battlefields' of the entourage, they could only get a little idea of the sharpness of the blood shadow.

Zhao Yu ignored the words of his entourage, and his gaze and temperament changed suddenly. If the previous Zhao Yu gave people a feeling of carelessness and scaring adults, then the current Zhao Yu gives people the feeling of being like a sharp blade out of the sheath, cold and sharp.

"Straight sissy thief!" The entourage couldn't stand the pressure first, although he had killed people, but he was far worse than Zhao Yu. Although Zhao Yu has never killed anyone, he studied with famous teachers, coupled with good qualifications, he is naturally better than his entourage.

Both of them can be regarded as fighting with short weapons, which is rarely the case under normal circumstances. As the saying goes, one inch is long and one inch is strong, and one inch is short and one inch is dangerous. Fighting with a short weapon can be described as dangerous and dangerous, like walking on the scythe of death.

The short knife in the hand of the entourage is generally longer than Zhao Yu's, but the serrations on the body of the blood drinking knife are very restrained by the entourage, and it is not easy for one to get stuck in the serration. The card was stuck, the problem was that the quality of the two knives was different, and soon the short knives in the hands of the attendants added a few notches.

"Bad seeds! If you rely on weapons, what kind of hero is you! The attendant couldn't hold his breath and spoke irritatingly.

Zhao Yu found a flaw when his entourage was talking, and the blood shadow quickly waved out, which was very beautiful, like a butterfly flying among the flowers. The entourage hurriedly blocked it with a short knife, and the clanging sound sounded rapidly, and sparks splashed everywhere.

All this did not affect Zhao Yu's attention, Zhao Yu was in the fierce battle, the blood shadow was thrown, and his left hand followed. The right hand quickly catches the right hand of the attendant holding the short knife. The shadow of blood poked out from under his right hand, pointing straight at the right hand of his follower.

"Poof!"

The attendant couldn't react at all, and a stream of blood had already spurted out of the wound.

The sharp blood shadow sliced like tofu, slashing the retinue's arm in two near the elbow.

It's not the first time Zhao Yu has seen blood, he hasn't killed anyone, but he has hurt a lot, and the Sanjie monk often takes Zhao Yu to some slaughterhouses to see blood.

Zhao Yu was so cold and silent that he grabbed the clothes of his entourage, and asked indifferently: "Say it!" Who the hell are you? What is the background of the surname Fu? ”