On the second day after finishing the cultivation in the spirit refining room, Xia Huang came to Shu Jiao City.

Shu Jiao City, which is thousands of miles away, is one of the hundred cities in Bei Yu Prefecture, close to Cui Wei Mountain, and there are also many disciples from Shu Jiao City in the Sword Pavilion. There is a close connection between the two.

Palaces, pavilions, and streets criss-cross, with people coming and going, are lively and prosperous.

On the streets, there is no shortage of cultivators, carrying swords and halberds, riding demon beasts, and even some people walking with swords, and the entire Shujiao City is a cultivation ground in itself.

Xia Huang walked on a certain street.

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. Before going to the Demon Nightmare Forest for trial, Xia Huang was also thinking about preparing a weapon for himself.

At present, Xia Huang's cultivation is only at the Xuanmai Realm stage, and he doesn't need too high-level weapons, compared to the grade, it is important to suit himself.

Xia Huang came to a weapon shop and was about to step in, not far away, there was a commotion.

"Little mongrel, give you a shameless face, you want to die!"

"The young master bought your sword, this is to look up to you, why, you still don't want to?"

"Hit me! Hit me hard!"

There was a burst of angry shouting and swearing, accompanied by the sound of punches and kicks.

Xia Huang looked around, and saw a middle-aged man sitting in the corner not far from the weapons shop, with messy hair, shabby robes, and blood stains on his body, obviously having been beaten. There was another eleven or twelve-year-old boy, curled up on the ground, holding a set of swords wrapped in strips of cloth in his arms, and being punched and kicked by four or five big men, but still gritting his teeth and refusing to let go.

Seeing this scene, Xia Huang frowned slightly.

No matter what happened, a few tall and strong men beat a teenager like this, it was inevitably too ruthless for people to look at.

"What's going on?" Xia Huang asked an onlooker.

"Alas, the poor, the weak, are always bullied. The onlookers sighed, pointed to the injured middle-aged man and the teenager and said, "This father and son, in order to make a living, have been selling swords here, and no one has cared for them for a few days. Today, I finally ushered in the customer, I thought that I could finally sell the sword weapon and make some money, but who would have thought, but it ushered in a bad luck. ”

"The second son of the Zhang family took a fancy to this sword, but said that this sword weapon was only worth one or two pieces of silver, what is the difference between this and forcible robbery? The young man refused, so it became like this. ”

I see.

It's very simple, but it's just a forcible seizure by the gentleman.

In the crowd, a young man in brocade clothes stood with his hands in his hands, watching his servants beating the young man, the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and his eyes showed a cold and contemptuous look.

Obviously, this is the second son of the Zhang family.

Looking at his brocade clothes, how can he look like he lacks a sword and money, these gentlemen seem to regard bullying and humiliating people as a kind of fun.

The young man had a blue nose and swollen eyes, and his face was covered with blood, but he still held the sword tightly and did not let go, with a stubborn face.

"Boy, you're stubborn enough! Since you won't let go, then cut off your hand!"

Seeing that the young man would not let go, a wicked slave's face sank, and he took out a scimitar from his waist, raised it high, and slashed it at the young man's arm.

The crowd around them exclaimed.

But no one stepped forward.

No one wants to offend the second son of the Zhang family for a young man he didn't know.

It was about to be splattered with blood.

The sole of one of his feet suddenly lifted up and kicked the slave in the face.

The whole slave flew out like a broken kite, slammed his head against the wall, slammed it, and then slid down like mud, his eyes turned white, his mouth foamed at the mouth, his whole face was kicked crooked, and he fainted on the spot.

"What man!?"

"Dare to meddle and look for death!"

"It's crooked!"

The slaves who were beating the boy suddenly stopped, and their eyes snapped.

"It's a few of you who are tired and crooked. Xia Huang retracted his feet and looked at these people lightly.

"Beat him!"

In the midst of the angry shouts, several evil slaves pounced viciously towards Xia Huang like wolves and tigers.

There was a crackling sound.

I saw several evil slaves who were still like wolves and tigers a moment ago, flying and falling, and in the painful moaning of mmmmm

"Is the second son of the Zhang family?" Xia Huang dusted his hands and looked at the second son of the Zhang family, who was already stunned, "Now, should you say something?"

The second son of the Zhang family's face sank, gritted his teeth and said, "Who are you who dare to care about my Zhang Ruofeng's affairs?"

Xia Huang snorted lightly: "What, if you want to seek revenge, you can go to the Sword Pavilion to find me, you are welcome at any time." ”

The people of the Sword Pavilion!?

The face of the second son of the Zhang family changed suddenly, although his family is a little powerful, but he can't afford to provoke the Sword Pavilion at all!

"Let's go!"

can't be provoked, the second son of the Zhang family is ready to leave.

"I said, can you go?"

It's just that without waiting for the second son of the Zhang family to turn around, Xia Huang's indifferent voice sounded.

"What do you want?" asked the second son of the Zhang family gloomily.

Xia Huang didn't answer him, just stepped out and appeared in front of him, and then, clenched his palm into a fist, and hit the soft part of the abdomen of the second son of the Zhang family.

"Poof!"

The second son of the Zhang family rushed out of his mouth, his body curled up like a shrimp, his feet were suspended from the ground, and he knelt on the ground with his knees suddenly, his face was pale, and the bitter water spit on the ground.

Xia Huang stepped on the head of the second son of the Zhang family and knocked on the ground, facing the young man, looking like he was kowtowing to the young man and pleading guilty, and said coldly: "If you make a mistake, shouldn't you apologize?"

The second son of the Zhang family was full of bitterness, his head was trampled on and almost buried in the ground, he groaned miserably, and couldn't speak.

"What, you guys, aren't you going to apologize?"

Stepping on the head of the second son of the Zhang family, Xia Huang's eyes slowly swept over a few slaves, and said coldly.

Several slaves soaked their robes with cold sweat, crawled with their belts, and knelt on the ground.

The second son of the Zhang family and his evil slave knelt in a circle towards the young man's father and son, and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

"Get out. ”

Xia Huang kicked the second son of the Zhang family away and rolled out.

A wicked slave was like being pardoned, supporting the second son of the Zhang family, and fled in the wilderness.

"It's okay. ”

Xia Huang walked up to the young man and said.

"Thank you, childe. The boy knelt down and said gratefully.

"You're welcome. Xia Huang helped the young man up, looked at the sword weapon he was holding in his arms, his heart moved slightly, and asked, "Your sword weapon, are you going to sell it?"

A look of hope flashed in the young man's eyes, and he said, "Is Childe interested in swords? ”

As he spoke, he handed over the sword weapon in his arms.

Xia Huang took the sword weapon, untied the cloth bag wrapped around it, and reached out to wipe away the thick dust covering the sword. Looking at the true face of the sword, Xia Huang raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes lit up.