Chapter 176: Strangers Come East

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The black tiger, who had not been seen for a long time, seemed to be a little sluggish, sitting cross-legged on the ground in the courtyard, meditating with his eyes closed.

There is a faint trace of black gas in his eyebrows, and the whole person looks a little gloomy, plus he doesn't smile like a robber, he laughs like a robber with bad intentions, and now he is even more ruthless, and he doesn't look like a good person anymore.

The black tiger noticed Xiao Ming and said, "It's you, it's rare to get up so early, and your body is so good?" ā€

Xiao Ming nodded and said, "It's completely fine, but you don't seem to be looking good now." ā€

The black tiger exhaled and opened his eyes.

Xiao Ming looked at the sky, and sure enough, it was the time when the purple qi was about to run out, and he was born at the beginning of the day, and then he went to exhale the true qi, and it was too late.

"In recent days, I have always been unable to sleep steadily, and after a few days, my back has been in a cold sweat, and I always have some nightmares, which do not make me sleep well."

Xiao Ming asked, "Do you want me to give you two golden light talismans?" I see how uneasy you look right now. ā€

The black tiger nodded, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Then I'm bothering you."

"It's okay, I just have two more here, you can take it, burn it into a talisman ash and take it, it should make you feel better."

The black tiger took the rune paper, but did not move, but said in a rather lonely tone: "You say, is it true that as long as you do something wrong, you will go to hell after death?" ā€

Xiao Ming said naturally: "Yes, the ghosts you see in the yang world are all fish that have slipped through the net, if there is less than one, the so-called right and wrong are all seen in front of the palace of the king of Hades." ā€

The Black Tiger nodded slightly.

"Then I'll be relieved."

As he spoke, he took the talisman paper into his arms and went to the front hall silently.

Xiao Ming saw his back, as if he saw his relieved smile flashing.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Ming couldn't help but shudder, as if something extremely vicious had passed over him, but when he looked left and right in disbelief, he found nothing.

At this moment, a slight voice came to my ears.

"Xiao Ming, come to me, I have something to tell you."

This voice is quite resolute and cannot be refused, but who is not the shopkeeper?

It's just that this tone is really firmness that Xiao Ming has never heard of, and the heart of a warrior hidden under the gentle appearance seems to be burning through words.

Xiao Ming walked up to the second floor, and every step towards the room at the end was like stepping on a needle mountain, and the soles of his feet hurt, but before he took two steps, his feet suddenly became lighter, and there was no more pain.

He pushed open the door and saw the shopkeeper shaking his head helplessly.

"Xiao Ming, it seems that you are not suitable for sword training, your qualifications are only ordinary people, not outstanding talents."

He set a ban on the aisle, if he walks smoothly, he is naturally a talent for practicing swords, if he walks step by step, his body and mind are smooth, then he is a genius who practices swords, he was like this at the beginning, he was brought into the Sword Sect and cultivated carefully, but unfortunately, Xiao Ming's qualifications are obviously not enough.

Xiao Ming shrugged, since he was a child, he was not the kind of dazzling person, what genius, what elite and other titles have never been related to him, he has long been used to it.

"Shopkeeper, did you call me here to test my qualifications?"

The shopkeeper shook his head, revealing a strange smile, his eyes burning with fierce intent, and one hand pointing into the distance.

"That's coming!"

Xiao Ming was shocked.

"Coming? Didn't you say there was still a while? ā€

The shopkeeper smiled and said meaningfully: "You have been in a mess for the past few days, maybe you have misremembered the time, but I didn't come here to ask for this, but to ask you to help me find an apprentice." ā€

His current state is very strange, as if he has changed someone, his fists are clenched, as if he is enduring something, now he is no longer the shopkeeper of the restaurant, but a sword out of the sheath, wanting to see blood!

This state made Xiao Ming a little uncomfortable, but his mood couldn't help but be low.

He checked the information on the Internet, until the person in front of him was so sad and miserable in his life, and he was accompanied by unspeakable pain every step of the way.

And in the game, he is also going to a duel of nine deaths.

The shopkeeper, or nameless, didn't care, and said calmly: "Don't be so frustrated, I just want to be an insurance, the benefactor's cultivation is unfathomable, you sit down for him as a high apprentice, and the future achievements will be extraordinary, if you meet a good seedling of martial arts, teach him my kung fu." ā€

After that, a thumb-sized pocket iron sword flew in front of Xiao Ming's eyes in the blink of an eye, but the strong wind suddenly lost power and fell into Xiao Ming's hand.

[Nameless Legacy {Dark Silver Font}]

[The life portrayal of a generation of grandmasters, which contains nameless swordsmanship and perception, the more outstanding the martial arts talent, the more able to comprehend the complete inheritance. 怑

Xiao Ming felt the nameless and earth-shattering battle intent, and silently accepted this inheritance.

Nameless smiled with satisfaction, took out a simple long sword from his side, and said with emotion: "Old man, I don't need you now." ā€

He stroked the sword, and it trembled like a living creature, as if in response.

After a long time, Nameless threw the long sword, and the long sword sheath flew over, Xiao Ming hurriedly caught it, and said solemnly: "I will find a swordsman worthy of it for this sword!" ā€

No, Nameless shook his head and said, "This sword is for you." ā€

Xiao Ming couldn't help but lower his head, looking at this unremarkable sword, he couldn't help but shake his head and said, "I'm not a hero, what are you doing with this?" Besides, I don't know how to use a sword. ā€

Nameless showed a scoundrel smile: "It's okay, since this sword is given to you, you can dispose of it casually, even if..."

His face was tangled, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Even if you take it to chop wood, I don't care." ā€

Saying this, Nameless's face was not good, as if Xiao Ming dared to do this, he would be hacked alive.

Xiao Ming hurriedly waved his hand and said: "No, no, no, I just think it's awkward for me to use this sword, I'm just an ordinary person....."

Nameless shook his head, and his face was a little complicated.

"Heroic Sword ......"

He sighed and said, "Whether it's a hero or a demon, it's all made by people, and one day, you'll understand." ā€

After that, he slowly closed his eyes, as he breathed, as if something was reviving from his body, a gust of wind suddenly rose from the flat ground, the whole restaurant was trembling, Xiao Ming's heart jumped, he jumped back with the heroic sword, and the next moment, the nameless room was shattered into powder!

The hero sword in his arms couldn't help trembling, as if it was about to break through the air, but when Xiao Ming opened his hand, the sword vibrated the scabbard very humanely, let out an unwilling sorrow, and then did not move.

But if the hero's sword does not move, it does not mean that the wind and waves are calm.

Only the chaotic sound of the street was heard.

Then all the swords began to cheer!

Each sword broke free from its scabbard and flew out into the air, and for a moment the air was full of shiny sword weapons, and they circled around a person with a roar of joy, forming a huge sword tornado that enveloped hundreds of meters in the sky above Purple Crow Town!

In the distance, a melancholy voice sounded slowly.

"Alone in a foreign land, for a stranger...."