There was wind, the wind was not strong, there was rain, and the rain was light.

The drizzle, under the city, fell obliquely.

On the walls of the city and on the ground, dark spots appeared drop by drop.

Hundreds, thousands, thousands, vertical and horizontal connections.

In the dark night, there were no shining stars in the sky, no twinkling eyes, only patches of black clouds.

The wind blew, and the black clouds in the sky, all of a sudden, swept away, and flew into the distance.

Black Cloud Grey Dog, everything seems unusually quiet.

The entire Qinglong City seems to have entered a state of sleep.

An oil-paper umbrella, black, silently appeared in an alley.

The drizzle soaked the oil-paper umbrella and gathered into drops.

This drop by drop of rain slowly fell from the oil-paper umbrella.

It ticked on the ground, and the ground instantly rippled with a layer of ripples.

One foot, stepping on the ripples of flowing water, slowly lifted, and walked towards a wide house compound at the end of the alley.

The footsteps were very light, and with a slight touch, along the red wall, he jumped up and fell to the ground.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, Ning Fan came to a pavilion and corridor built on the water, his ears were pricked up, and he could faintly hear the sound of silk and bamboo strings and orchestras coming from the pavilion, as well as the sound of women laughing.

Of course, men's voices are also indispensable.

There is only one man, and he thinks he is the master of this pavilion.

Ning Fan revealed a pair of black eyes, and then slowly put away the oil-paper umbrella.

The palm of his hand, on the face, stroked slightly.

On the face, a layer of ripples immediately rippled.

The ripples flickered, and the face turned into another one.

Transfiguration.

Squeak.

A hand reached through the red wooden door of the pavilion.

With a slight push, the door opened.

The sound of the strings, like raindrops outside the window, falls in an instant, and there is no sound.

"Irrelevant people, women, give me out. ”

Ning Fan raised his hand and coldly swept the woman in the pavilion.

These women, dressed in Luo shirts and light tulle, are charming and amorous, and they are beautiful and delicate beauties.

It's rare, but it's burdened by money.

The laity, that is.

When Ning Fan looked at these women, there was no trace of sympathy in his eyes, and some were just cold.

The cold eyes swept over this group of women, these beautiful women, all with extremely pale faces.

They felt the temperature around them, and it seemed that winter had suddenly entered them.

One by one, they didn't talk much nonsense, they were silent, and hurriedly ran outside.

In the blink of an eye, there was only one fat man left in the pavilion.

A fat man, with a fat head and big ears, wearing a red brocade gown, and a belly as big as a round.

He was lying on a red Persian carpet, holding grapes in his hands and chewing slowly.

At this time, his eyes were feminine, mixed with a hint of coldness.

Bump.

The red wooden door was closed, and it was closed by the energy emanating from Ning Fan's body.

"Who is Your Excellency?" the fat man's eyes narrowed, and he stood up suddenly from the carpet.

"I've heard that you like young children very much. ”

"I heard that you like to hook people's wives and daughters. ”

"I've heard that you like to steal people's hearts. ”

"I heard that you killed your own wife with your own hands. ”

"Some people say that you colluded with the government and poisoned your uncle. ”

"Some people say that you like to torture people, but whoever provokes you, you will take him and put him in the dungeon, take a leather whip, and beat him slowly.

Take the iron nails and drive them into the skin of the other person one by one. ”

"A few days ago, someone spent two hundred sword crystals to buy your life. ”

"If I can kill you, the commission can reach one hundred sword crystals. ”

......

Ning Fan spoke lightly, and every time he spit out a word, the fat man's face became gloomy.

"You're here to kill me?" asked the fat man in a red-clothed brocade suit, staring at Ning Fan.

Ning Fan didn't say anything, but his eyes already represented everything.

"Okay, good, then I'll tell you a piece of news. ”

The fat man suddenly smiled and sneered.

"Someone came to assassinate me before, but I cut off that person's head, put it in a dung pit, buried it for three years, and after three years, I dug it up, and guess what?"

The fat man smiled, seemed to be leisurely, stretched out his fat hand, and picked up a grape from the plate on the side.

The purple grapes look crystal clear, and the water in the grapes must be very sweet.

The fat man put the grapes in the palm of his hand and moved them gently.

It is to peel off the skins of the grapes.

He put the grape flesh in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

Suddenly, he said ruthlessly: "That person, his skin and flesh have turned to nothing, and his bones are full of stinky maggots, and he was finally trampled by me." ”

"Draw your sword. Ning Fan listened to this fat man's chatter for a while, and felt a little impatient.

Then, he whispered to the fat man.

"Well, since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you. ”

The fat man snapped, flew from the side of the bed, and drew a sword.

The cyan sword, the sword body is smooth, and the brilliance is like a flying rainbow.

"Sword intent six layers, blue light sword. ”

"Kill. ”

The fat man sneered, instantly agitated the breath of his whole body, and the sword aura on his body was incomparably incomparable.

"Sixth layer of sword intent?" Ning Fan raised his eyebrows.

"Haha, I didn't expect it, did you? Did you say that I was the fifth layer of sword intent on your killer's side?

"You are the fifth layer of sword intent, you want to run, you run, today, take your head to make amends for me. ”

"Oh, run, why run?" Ning Fan sneered.

"Noise. The fat man suddenly sneered, squinted his eyes, his arms trembled, and a vicious aura emerged from his sword.

The sword intent turned into a black python.

With a whimper, he devoured Ning Fan.

Swish.

Ning Fan pulled out the flying sword at his waist.

Facing the front, it flew forward.

The arm is raised, and it falls.

Poof.

In the air, the cold air was everywhere.

A streak of blood splattered his cheek.

"How...... How could it be ......"

Bang, the fat man sighed with regret and couldn't believe it.

However, the blood vessels in his neck will not talk nonsense to him.

Ning Fan picked up the flying sword, put it towards his lips, and put it down.

The tip of his tongue sticks out and licks the blood off the blade.

Poof.

He spat out a mouthful of saliva and spit on the fat man on the ground.

"It seems that after that, I will have to find someone with a high cultivation, this cultivation is too low, and it is not challenging. ”

His voice, slightly frivolous, really didn't seem to be interested at all.

Glancing at the fat man's corpse, he reached out and groped for a porcelain bottle from his arms.

Dripped on the fat man's body.

Inside the porcelain bottle, a drop of water flowed down.

Stained with the fat man's body, poof, poof.

The fat man's body immediately turned into sewage.

Ning Fan used his sword to cut off one of the fat man's thumbs, wrapped it up, and then flew outward.

Just as when he came, quietly, when he left, he was still quiet.

An oil-paper umbrella, held in his hand, flew away from the red high wall, and headed towards the killer workshop in Qinglong City...... The Tibetan Sword Villa ran quickly.

......

Tibetan Sword Villa.

"So fast?" A man dressed in a housekeeper's clothes walked over from the side and checked the fingers that Ning Fan handed him, his eyebrows furrowed, slightly surprised.

"What about commissions?" Ning Fan didn't explain, but seemed to love money.

The housekeeper smiled, "It's easy to say, don't worry, the reputation of Tibetan Sword Villa is the first, and I won't give you money." ”

As he spoke, he groped out a storage bag from his arms and threw it to Ning Fan.

Ning Fan glanced at the storage bag and found that it happened to be a hundred sword crystals inside.

"Am I ready to upgrade?" Ning Fan put the storage bag into his arms and said suddenly.

"Well, you can be upgraded, and now I will go through the relevant procedures for you. ”

About half a cup of tea, the butler walked over from the side and handed Ning Fan a silver token.

"In the future, you will be a silver medal killer, but you can take it if the sword intent is above the fifth layer. ”

"Can the ninth layer of sword intent be connected?" Ning Fan raised his eyebrows.

"Huh...... Don't be in such a hurry, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, your strength can take up to the eighth-layer list of sword intent. The butler smiled, a little dismissive.

"Yes, I see. After Ning Fan finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave.

"Slow. The butler said suddenly.

"What?" Ning Fan turned around, his eyes flickering, slightly different.

"We, the owner, want to see you. The butler smiled gently.

"See me?" Ning Fan's pupils shrank suddenly.