Everyone has their own destiny, God is destined, some people are born to be kings, and some people fall into the grass as cowards, how can we talk about fairness?

"Farewell, then, Major General. Hu Shankui sighed, looked at the stubborn young face, and raised the vicissitudes of life.

But at this moment, his hand froze in mid-air, and a thick blankness and incomprehension floated in his vicissitudes and slightly cloudy eyes.

Because he saw Zhao Hui laughing.

There are many kinds of laughter, but Zhao Hui's laughter at this time is a kind of weirdness with infinite killing power, and even the joy of imminent revenge?

Hu Shankui's heart suddenly tightened, and he turned around abruptly to find Ji Bai's figure.

Chapter 8: Killing Talk

When his eyes turned, Hu Shankui first saw Yun Shenbi, the daughter of the head of Daze, who was full of charm, standing there with a sluggish expression, at a loss.

Then, he saw Ji Bai, who was concentrating on playing and studying the "Landscape Umbrella" in front of a mess and ruins, and breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to speak, when he caught a glimpse of a white shadow out of the corner of his eye.

A thin young man in white seemed to take only one step to step behind Ji Bai from the horizontal alley and raised his right hand.

In his right hand, he holds a hoe, which is most common in ordinary farm farming.

But this hoe only has a hoe handle.

A straight hoe handle is like a straight sword.

stabbed out in the hands of the young man in white.

Before Ji Bai could react, he hit Ji Bai's cervical vertebrae hard, with a strong force, and the sudden force between the dimensions was faintly whistling wind, which was also extremely accurate.

Ji Bai was originally extremely angry when he felt the chill and killing intent behind him, and he wanted to drink angrily.

In a rural place, it is really presumptuous for someone to dare to kill him, the eighteenth son of the dignified Great Qin Dynasty.

But in the next moment, the heart-wrenching pain turned his anger into a heart-rending scream.

At the same time, the young man in white did not stop, but raised the handle of the hoe again, and slashed at the back of Ji Bai's head like a sword.

It is better to say that it is "chopping", it is better to say that it is smashing.

Because the strength of the young man in white is too fast.

In the screams of death row prisoners being tortured by Ling Chi, this incomparably noble eighteenth son of the Great Qin Dynasty spat blood from his mouth, and fell into the dust of this countryside with the "landscape umbrella", and fainted directly.

The smile on the corner of Zhao Hui's mouth grew, and the conjecture in his heart was correct.

He wasn't mistaken about Shiruma.

Hu Shankui and Yun Shenbi were dumbfounded, all this happened too quickly.

Even the four great guards beside the Great Qin Shenwu Heavenly Son in the past, and the daughter of the head of Daze, one of the eight major sects in Central Continent, were difficult to react for a while.

Who would have thought that the eighteenth son of the dignified Qin Dynasty, with a super master by his side, would be beaten half to death by a country boy with a hoe handle?

When this was spread, it was not only Hu Shankui's face that was lost, but even the face of the Great Qin Dynasty.

At this moment, a cold wind suddenly rose, and a peach leaf floated down, and its stubble was very smooth, as if it had been cut by a real sword.

The young man in white picked up the "Shanshui Free Umbrella" that fell into the dust, used the umbrella as a sword, slashed hard in the air, smiled lightly, and murmured secretly: "Everything has its weaknesses, and what I am best at is to find that place and then disconnect it." ”

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The daughter of the head of Daze, the amorous Yun Shenbi stood on the streets of the countryside alleys.

When Zhao Hui fell into a dead situation, he suddenly killed a young man in white out of nowhere, and directly knocked the eighteenth prince of Great Qin to the ground with thunderous means, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The situation changed so quickly and the turning point was so great that even this well-informed and extraordinary woman was at a loss for her brain at this time.

After all, Hu Shankui was one of the four great guards of the Great Qin Shenwu Emperor in the past, and he had walked more bridges than these younger generations had walked.

Although he was extremely surprised in his heart, he still came back to his senses in an instant, like an angry beast, stepped out, and all the green bricks in front of him were shattered, and in an instant, he came to the young man in white.

This old man, whose aura was as tall and majestic as a mountain, raised his right hand and punched blatantly.

The young man in white only felt that his fist was like a knife, rushing towards him, but he did not panic at all.

Those bright and clear eyes were as calm as the deep and wide sea.

At this time, he suddenly opened the "Landscape Freedom Umbrella" and spun rapidly.

Countless white dragons, swimming or soaring among the inky landscapes.

It is the same as when Zhao Hui dances the "Landscape Umbrella".

Not only those white Jiao are separated from the umbrella cloth, but even those ink-colored landscapes are also separated from the umbrella cloth.

It was as if ink-colored rivers were rushing out and swept towards Hu Shankui, a silver-haired old man.

And those white Jiao are galloping in this river.

For a time, the dragons roared, and Hu Shankui was forced to retreat by the inky river and the white white Jiao.

If it weren't for being in this world and being suppressed everywhere, how could this "landscape umbrella" be so powerful?

If it is in its heyday, the "Landscape Umbrella" is fully launched, how powerful should it be, and what kind of magnificent scene should the picture be?

Thinking of this kind, even Hu Shankui, who has a very high vision and is tired of seeing most of the world, has a strong burning heart for the white umbrella in the hand of the young man in white.

However, his gaze soon became cold, because the young man in white was actually groping east and west on Ji Bai's body, and it turned out that he had the heart of killing people and plundering goods.

Hu Shankui's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said: "Boy, although I don't know where you are sacred, if the old slave fights to ignore the suppression of heaven and earth, even if he dies, can't he go down with you to see the king of Hades? ”

The young man in white did not raise his head, but continued to grope and search Ji Bai's body, as if he was looking for something: "Killing people and setting fire to the gold belt, repairing bridges and repairing roads without corpses, it seems that those of you who think you are high and powerful believe in this, everyone has their own destiny, God is destined, the world is equal, and strength speaks, and it is indeed the truth." ”

Speaking of this, the eyes of the white-clothed young man who had always been calm suddenly became sharp: "But you robbed me of my opportunity, can't I snatch it back?" Fairness Since God doesn't give it, then you have to fight for it yourself, not to mention that if you really dare to fight to the death and pull me to see the king of Hades, you will still talk nonsense with me, I'm afraid you will do it a long time ago." ”

"Although the seniors are the four famous guards of Great Qin, and the juniors are not three-year-old children, just now you also told Zhao Hui that the reason why you are so desperate to protect Ji Bai is because you are paving the way for your own future, that is, the prosperity of your children and grandchildren, and the family, but now that Ji Bai is like this, even if you die, he will not be able to leave this town. ”

"If Ji Bai can't get out of this town, do you think the Son of Shenwu Heavenly will let your children and grandchildren go, or even the entire family?"

The young man in white said, and suddenly turned out a blue and red wrench from Ji Bai's body, and then he didn't know what technique he used, and gently gestured on the wrench, and a beam of brilliance was born.

This beam of light is also a mixture of turquoise and red, and in the light, there is a fish basket, and in the fish basket is a pure golden four-legged koi.

After a short period of shock, Hu Shankui's heart was filled with a thick coldness.

He didn't understand why the young man in white would open this wrench, so he was shocked.

But he knew the identity of the young man in white.

He is the white room in Xuanyuan's alley.

And everything that Bai Jian just analyzed was extremely accurate, which showed how wise the young man was, at this time, Ji Bai was like this, no matter how brave he Hu Shankui was, he really didn't dare to step forward and fight hard.

And Zhao Hui, who fell to the ground and was seriously injured, was slightly moved when he heard the sentence "Since God doesn't give it to you, you have to fight for it yourself".

As for the daughter of the head of Daze, she looked at a few people in the field with a complicated expression, and her eyes kept rolling in her amorous eyes.

And at this time, after Bai Jian got the fish basket, he took out a heavy embroidered bag from his body, smiled leisurely, and threw it to Hu Shankui: "We, it's two clear." ”

The embroidered bag is the original embroidered bag, and the words are exactly the same as the original words, and even the movements and expressions are almost the same.

Hu Shankui's face was gloomy, he was a first-class master of the Qin Dynasty, but he was so humiliated by a twelve-year-old boy in the countryside.

If it weren't for the fact that the situation had become like this now, he would have been desperate to make this white body worse than death.

But after all, he was an old man who had served the Son of Heaven for many years, and in just an instant, he suppressed all the unhappiness in his heart and was ready to discuss with the young man in white gently.

As for today's events, it is a long time to come.

At this moment, the silver-haired old man suddenly thought of something, and looked at Bai Jian who was holding a fish basket in his left hand and a white umbrella in his right hand in shock: "How do you know that I am Hu Shankui, the four great guards of the Great Qin Shenwu Heavenly Son, how do you know that my Royal Highness is Ji Bai, the eighteenth son of Qin, in other words, how can you know about things outside the world as a person in this town?

He didn't believe that a twelve-year-old boy in white could become a "sword buyer", and he didn't believe that someone could do something under the noses of those old monsters of the Eight Great Sects and send a person from outside the world to a small town for foster care.

Bai Jian still looked calm, and said, "Why can't people in the town know about things outside the world?"

Hu Shankui sneered: "In what you just said, are you a three-year-old child when you are the old man? What kind of place is Peach Blossom Town, the town is completely isolated from the world, referred to as the place of paradise, how can the people in the town know about the things outside the world? Even if they know, it is impossible to know so much about it, let alone recognize the old man and His Royal Highness, and even know the method of opening the space magic weapon of the Great Qin Imperial Family. ”

Speaking of this, this old man, who was one of the four guards beside the former Shenwu Heavenly Son of Great Qin, suddenly showed an old fox-like smile: "If you don't give the old man an explanation today, the old man will definitely get to the bottom of it, and there must be a big problem in it." Do you want to make small things small, big things small, or do you want to break the net?"

Bai Jian was silent for a long time, lowered his voice and said: "The most annoying thing in my life is that others threaten me, let alone ......", he paused, and his eyebrows were slightly raised like a sword: "Just with you, you are also worthy of breaking the net with me?"

Zhao Hui once said that Baijian's backer is very hard.

Now it seems that his backer is indeed very hard.

Not to mention the doubts mentioned by Hu Shankui, just say that the magic weapon of "Landscape Freedom Umbrella", looking at the world, how many forces can afford it?

Hu Shankui's face was cold, he no longer held back, and all the killing intent around him was released, and a terrifying aura swept through the entire alley, making the people in the alley a little breathless.

As a first-class master of Daqin, before he exerts his strength, he can make people frightened by his breath.

But Bai Jian was still calm, he looked at Hu Shankui deadly, Hu Shankui also looked at him deadly, and under the four eyes, the air around him suddenly became heavy.

This white-clothed young man who lived in the countryside and in the alleys calmly untied the sword box on his back that never left his body and was wrapped in cloud brocade silk in Shuzhong.

Everyone noticed the faintly extraordinary sword box.

Yun Shenbi looked dazed, guessing what kind of sword should be in this sword box, and what kind of identity of the "sword buyer" would come to buy this sword in the near future?

Zhao Hui frowned, he seemed to have heard of this sword box in some story.

Hu Shankui was extremely familiar with this sword box, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't think of it for a while.

When the sword box was untied from Shiruma's back and placed on the bluestone slab to erect, the heavy air around him suddenly became no longer heavy.

It was like a mountain that had been cut into stone chips by countless swords.

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Between the bamboo forests of Xiangfei and behind the jade belt-like stream, in a grass hall study house without a plaque in Taohua Town School, the Confucian scholars in green shirts sit in the warm winter sun.

On the table in front of him, there was a porcelain plate that was as black as night, and there were some particles of light that emitted a faint light, like countless tiny stars hanging in the night sky.

He was about to drop a grain of light on the porcelain plate, when suddenly he sighed again.

After he withdrew his hand, the light particle was still hovering in the air, still at a height from the porcelain plate, like a faint firefly floating in the air.

His name is Shen Junning, and he is a contemporary immortal figure sitting in the world of Taohua Town, and the former dean of Bailu Academy, the head of the thirty-six academies of the Eight Great Sects of the Central Continent.

Even if he was degraded to this point and made meritorious contributions, Shen Junning is still a well-deserved Confucian in the world.

For the ordinary people of the town, the grass and trees are one year old and one withered, and the spring and autumn of Jiazi are fleeting.

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