Seeing the figure fleeing back, Feng Jiu hooked his lips and smiled wickedly.

"If you're here, don't try to go back alive!"

As soon as the voice fell, the red figure flashed, and swept towards the two people like a ghost in the night, and the dagger in his hand refracted a bloodthirsty cold light in the night, and the next moment, I saw her figure passing by the two figures, blood splashed, and the two running figures instantly froze, and fell straight into the courtyard.

"Bang bang!"

There was no trace of a fight, and it didn't alarm anyone, and the four black market mercenaries died quietly at her hands......

Feng Jiu, who was standing in the wind, squinted his eyes and looked at the four corpses in the courtyard below, his eyes moving slightly.

In addition to cultivating Xuanji, Xuanzhi also needs martial arts, and the fusion of the two can bring out the strength of Xuanwu, and she, Xuanqi has reached the early stage of the Xuanji Realm of Martial Artists, coupled with the assassination and fighting that she is good at, it is not a problem to deal with the Xuanwu in these towns.

However, if she leaves this town, her strength will have to be improved again, otherwise, if she encounters someone stronger than her one day, she can only be slaughtered passively.

Jumping into the courtyard, she walked over to the corpses and rummaged through them, only to find the same black tag from them, with the words black market mercenary written on it.

"Black market?"

She muttered under her breath, searching her mind for information about the black market.

It's just that Feng Qingge in the past obviously had little contact with this kind of thing, and there was very little information about the black market in his mind.

"Looks like I need to go to the black market." She hooked her lips and smiled, took out the liquid she had prepared after returning from the afternoon, and sprinkled it on the four corpses.

Hearing the sound of sizzling, the four corpses quickly turned into a pool of blood with small white bubbles and light smoke, leaving only the few black clothes crumpled there......

Next

Guan Xirin rubbed his neck and walked out, a little strange how he slept so heavily last night?

Looking up, he saw Feng Jiu practicing soft boxing techniques in the courtyard, and couldn't help grinning: "Xiao Jiu, this punch is not like this." ”

Saying that, he came to her side, and walked steadily: "Look, the punch must be steady, the fist must be tightened, the punch must be strong, and the sound must be shouted, the strength of the whole body will rush to the fist, so that the punch will be powerful, if you are like you, you will fall after the punch." ”

At this time, he seemed to have forgotten her fearlessness when she faced the wolves alone, and forgot her ruthlessness when she harvested life like Shura.

All he remembered was that she was a girl, just a fifteen-year-old girl, and even though she had a strong side, in his heart, she was just a sister who needed his protection.

Feng Jiu, who heard his words, couldn't help laughing: "Brother, your boxing method is practiced by men, and it uses strength, but my boxing method is used to use force, and it is a thousand catties." ”

As he spoke, as if he remembered something, he asked, "Brother, I remember that you said that you practiced your Guan family's mental method, right?" ”

"That's right, it's the Guan family's mental method, and so is the martial arts, Xiao Jiu, do you want to learn? Brother teaches you. ”

She smiled and shook her head: "No, I have a scroll of mental methods that is very suitable for your cultivation." She handed him the bag of Qiankun, which had been stripped of the soul imprint.

"In this, you take a good look at it for a while, don't practice boxing, practice this mental method first."