The fishy wind is strong, and the horse's hooves are sick.

It is said that people who keep their heads down on the street and don't look at the road don't know how many people die every year......

It was too late, it was too fast, I struggled to roll to the side, and the whole person crashed into the vegetable stall, knocking over two large baskets of green leaves.

Sigh......

With a long neigh, the horse rushed out of the city without stopping.

But he heard a long sigh: "Black Wind is a fast horse, something is going to happen." ”

"Black Wind Fast Horse? Is it from the Black Wind Gang? I turned my head and saw that it was a little old man with a smile on his face.

"Little beggar...... "The old man grinned, "I have touched it, and I will buy it." ”

"You call me a little beggar, how can you have the money to buy it?" I brushed aside the vegetable leaves on my head and face, and said angrily.

"I'm sure you have a drop." The old man happily raised the pole in his hand.

"Old ......"

I was about to have a seizure when a piece of paper popped up in front of me.

Isn't this a manual, how did you get here?

Obviously, this manual, like peerless martial arts, is something that only I can see.

It reads-

Character name: Happy old man

Character Relationships: Sinister

Character Weapon: Flat Pole

Character cultivation: Practice makes perfect

……

Skill comes from practice?

I don't know anything, I have learned at first, I have a little bit of experience, I have a little experience, and practice makes perfect......

Counting on my fingers, my heart gradually sank - I should be a 'beginner', but I am several levels worse than this old man.

"Yes, there is money." I quickly took out my deerskin money bag, took out a few grains of dogtooth silver, and handed them over.

"Lou Yezi is just worth so much." When the old man saw the silver, he restrained his smile and took only one grain.

Looking at the instructions again, the relationship between the characters has become 'familiar'.

That's ripening too fast, isn't it?

"Sure enough, it's a master in the folk ......" I wiped my sweat and got up to leave.

"Wait!" The old man stopped me.

"I don't want that dish, I'll leave you to make soup." I don't look back.

"No, your head is exposed." The old man said.

"Head?" I looked down and saw that there was no 'head' exposed.

"Bags." The old man nodded.

It dawned on me that I loosened the rag bag on my shoulder, and found that the hilt of the Devil's Head Broadsword was exposed.

On the hilt of the knife, a ghost head with a blue face and fangs.

"It seems that many of the people of the Black Wind Gang have this kind of 'head'." The old man whispered, bending down to clean up the overturned basket.

The speaker may have been unintentional, but the listener was intentional - I chuckled in my heart, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

That's right, things like the Devil's Head Knife and the Black Wind Cheats are all ironclad evidence of crime; In addition, the county seat is where the helmsman of the Black Wind Gang is located, and there are so many big men who have seen my face in other people's territory, what if I am recognized?

Rotten! Rotten! Rotten!

Sneaking around, there seemed to be countless eyes watching me......

Oh no, I've got to dodge.

There was a small alley next to it, and I snorted into it.

The alley is quiet, but no one is walking in the daytime, and it looks particularly deserted.

Let's ...... Let's ......

The footsteps were light, but the echoes were loud, and each blow struck my fragile little heart—people are like that, and nothing happens when they don't care; Once there is a ghost in my heart, I think it is a corpse turtle when I meet a cockroach.

How does it feel like someone is following me?

It's okay, don't scare yourself......

A figure flashed in front of me, blocking my path.

I turned around.

A figure also flashed behind me, just blocking my retreat.

"You're here to pee, too? Together, together. I walked to the base of the wall with a dry smile, made a feint to take off my pants, and then slammed the bamboo pole into the ground, jumped high with the help of the elastic force of the shaft, and jumped up on the wall.

"Well, it's pretty flexible." One person giggled.

I felt my throat tighten, and the back of the placket had been grabbed and slammed to the ground.

After I fell to the ground, I did not slump on the ground, but hunched over and took advantage of the situation to roll on one side and distance myself from the enemy.

"I said it, this kid is really not simple." The other snorted coldly.

Two people went one after the other, blocking me in the alley.

Looking ahead, it was a little rascal of seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Hello, hello."

Looking back, it was still this seventeen or eighteen-year-old little hooligan.

"Hello...... How or you? ”

I looked before, I looked after, yes, it's all him.

Blinded?

"Haven't you seen twins?" The cold-faced little rascal said.

"Don't scare people." The smiling little rascal said to me, "Little brother, we don't mean anything else, we just want to borrow something from you." ”

"Is this a loan?" I pulled out my buckskin purse and shook it in the air.

Seeing their glowing eyes, I knew I was right.

Too careless! It must have been targeted at a grocery stall.

"Go up, go up, brother." The smiling little rascal coughed lightly and reached out to take it.

"Thinking wrong about your heart!" I suddenly flipped forward, my toes were lightly raised, and the bamboo pole swirled and fell into my hand, posing in a 'wind-blowing' posture.

Don't shrug, just do it!

Black Wind Thirteen Style, it's time to come in handy.

Why?

Because the instructions are clearly written:

Character name: Little Rascal

Character Relationships: Hostile

Character Weapon: Short Stick

Character cultivation: I don't know anything

Ignorant!

Master, I'm also a 'beginner' person, how can I lose to you two scumbags?

The bamboo pole splits the head and calls out.

The smiling little rascal raised the short stick to block it, and the bamboo pole was full of toughness, turning and throwing it on his arm, making a clear snap.

He flinched in pain.

Immediately afterwards, I turned around and swung up, and the bamboo pole was picked up from the bottom to the top, which was a trick of 'flattening the ground and shocking the clouds'.

The cold-faced little hooligan was caught off guard, and was poked in the nostrils by the end of the bamboo pole, and immediately the blood flowed like an infusion, and he retreated again and again.

In a single face, both enemies were repulsed by me.

I stood up slowly, and even my waist straightened a little.

It's a pleasure, it's a pleasure!

But......

Why do I have a sense of foreboding?

The two little hooligans obviously refused to give up, handing the short stick to their right hand and their right hand to their left hand, and their movements were very fancy, as if they were going to make some big move.

"Coming back?"

I set up the bamboo pole and continued to fight.

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

The two little hooligans were hit by the trick and retreated.

But I also got a strong blow to the shoulder, and it hurt so much that I gasped.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts......

I was a little flustered, and even my hand holding the bamboo pole was shaking.

It's not because of a stick.

It's just because of the fight just now that I confirmed one thing.

A terrible thing!

Using a bamboo pole to make the Black Wind Thirteen Styles, every move and style is very difficult, and it is not as smooth as when I practiced with the Ghost Head Broadsword before.

Why?

The weapons don't match!

If I don't hold a knife, my current number of segments is estimated to be at the level of 'I don't know anything', and I will be attacked by two people......

How to fight?

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

Two short sticks struck me in a row, and I was clumsy, and finally, I received a heavy blow to the back of the head, my eyes turned black, and I fell to the ground.

Before I was completely unconscious, I was dazed and remembered the ghost-headed broadsword and the Black Wind Thirteen Styles hidden in the rag bag-I had known that I would have broken the fortune and prevented the disaster, and these two things were discovered, and they would have lost their heads......