Chapter 13: Backhand Punch
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Ling Xiaoye opened his eyes and looked at the old man next to him who was spitting blood and dying, with a solemn expression. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
"Boy, are you deaf, get out of here, or I'll hurt you, don't blame us!" said the short young man fiercely.
Niu Qingzhi said coldly: "We are disciples of the Sea Dragon Sect, and you kid is probably a casual cultivator." Don't spoil our good deeds, otherwise, your fists and feet will have no eyes, and you will be injured by mistake, and you will bear the consequences!"
Ling Xiaoye looked up, there were many people watching, and then he glanced at the two young men, he suddenly pretended to be scared and said, "Oh, that's it. Leave immediately, disturbing the two sons' Yaxing. ā
"Count your acquaintances, get out of here!" the short man shouted arrogantly.
Ling Xiaoye secretly grabbed two thumb-sized stones from the ground and squeezed them in his hands. I saw that when he pretended to get up and was about to take a step, he used his mana, tensed his arm muscles, and suddenly raised his hand.
Whoosh
With two screams, Niu Qingzhi and the short young man suddenly covered their eyes, and their bodies were unstable. They never thought that the young man in front of them would use such an indiscriminate sneak attack trick.
"I'm going to kill you!"
Niu Qing covered his eyes with one hand and wanted to pull out his sword with the other, but he didn't touch the hilt. He endured the sharp pain in one eye, and looked with the other eye that the saber had been taken away!
Not good, Niu Qingzhi screamed secretly, hurried his luck mana, and was about to jump out of this place.
"I want to go, it's a little late!"
As soon as the words fell, Niu Qingzhi saw a flash of green light, and he hurriedly turned around to dodge, but the green light turned back quickly, and a cold sweat broke out: How can you hide this?
After Ling Xiaoye hit the two of them in the eye with a stone, he instantly pulled out Niu Qingzhi's saber and performed the first form of the Shocking Cloud Sword Technique he had learned: Wind Rising.
This saber is in his hand, like a light wind, looming, and the blue light of the void and reality is shining, making it impossible to see clearly!
Ling Xiaoye slashed his sword through Niu Qingzhi's abdomen, leaving only a wound, Niu Qingzhi was in pain and fell to the ground. He didn't stop, and used the Storm Attack Sword Technique to unleash it on the short young man.
The short young man's cultivation was not very tall, after being hit in the eye by Ling Xiaoye, he covered his hands with his hands, gritting his teeth in pain, turning left and right in pain, where did he have time to think about the enemy.
Ling Xiaoye's sword move instantly enveloped the short young man, and after receiving the move, all the clothes on the short young man's body were shredded by Ling Xiaoye, turning into broken steps and falling away.
The short young man found that the lower half of his body was cold in the agony struggle, and when he touched it with his hand, he was shocked: he had been stripped naked!
So the short young man wailed and screamed, covering his eyes with one hand and his lower body with the other, running bare-chested, in a strange posture, and looking for a place to hide in the laughter of onlookers.
Ling Xiaoye stuck his sword on the ground, came to Niu Qingzhi, squatted down, and said with a smile: "This son, do you want to leave here in that shameful way like your companion, or do you want to leave a little medical expenses for the old man?"
"Give the medical bills, give the medical bills!"
Niu Qingzhi's eyes were still painful, not to mention that his stomach was slashed with a sword that didn't stop the bleeding, thinking that today was really unlucky, and when he met a bastard boy who played low-level means, he didn't say that he had a murderous intention, and he was not only bare-assed, but also his head might be gone.
Thinking of this, Niu Qingzhi hurriedly threw out a small bag and said in a low voice: "This big brother, can you let Niu go?" This bag contains thousands of silver tickets, you can take it to the old man's doctor." ā
"You can go, remember to rub some medicine, otherwise there will be a scar on the belly in the future, and the girl shouldn't like it." ā
Niu Qingzhi also covered his eyes with one hand and his stomach with the other, and left here in a hurry. In the sneer of the onlookers-by, he couldn't help but secretly swear: Good boy, when I go back to report to my father and find out my identity, I will definitely break your body into pieces!
"Let's go, everyone, the show is over. Ling Xiaoye said loudly to pedestrians, he has seen a lot of this kind of scene, and naturally knows how to end it.
Ling Xiaoye walked up to the white-haired old man, lifted the old man's body with one hand, and then said softly, "This old man, how are you feeling now?"
The old man was beaten twice, confused, and only reacted after a few breaths: "Thank you Shaoxia for helping, I'm old, I've been hit twice, it hurts a little but it's not very obstructive, and I can walk." ā
"It's for the best. ā
After Ling Xiaoye finished speaking, he helped the old man close to the wall of the trading house and asked him to rest.
Taking out the small bag, Ling Xiaoye felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while. Qiankun bag, it's Qiankun bag! Ling Xiaoye suddenly remembered, and shouted in his heart.
The Qiankun bag is a strange thing, it looks small, but it can shrink things into it, and the small bag can even hold something the size of a small house, which is extremely precious. However, it can only be used by those who have mana, and mortals cannot open it at all. All in all, it is a thing that makes warrior monks wake up with a smile in their dreams.
Ling Xiaoye couldn't help laughing at himself: "The guy who can have such a good treasure is not small, it looks like he has stabbed a hornet's nest." ā
Although he didn't know how to use it, Ling still tried to inject a trace of mana slightly, then put the mouth of the bag downward, and then shook it, and as a result, a bunch of things really fell out with a bang.
"Ahem, that treasure is what Lao Yu sold to Niu Gongzi before. The old man coughed twice and said slowly.
Ling Xiaoye stopped shaking, picked up the black tile, looked at it twice, and found nothing, just thinking that it was just an ordinary tattered tile.
The white-haired old man's face was much better, and he continued: "My son was also a warrior back then, and one day he hurried home, gave me this thing for safekeeping, and then left in a hurry, and has not been heard from since. Later, the family fell into the middle of the road, and the old man was worried about his livelihood, so he could only sell my son's relics. That day, when the old man was setting up a stall, the cow boy came up and bought it for the price of a thousand gold and silver tickets. Then he came to look for trouble, saying that the tile was fake, and asked me to take another piece out, and threatened my granddaughter. ā
"I see, the old man quickly took these silver tickets and tiles, and left here immediately. Remember, don't tell anyone about it, find a good place and live your life. ā
Ling Xiaoye took the tiles and gold and silver tickets to the old man, and the old man only took the gold and silver tickets, and said: "Young man, you come to the rescue now, the old decay is really beyond return, you can take the tiles." For an old man, it was a useless thing, and seeing that the cowboy tried every possible means to threaten me to ask for an extra piece, this thing should be of some use to the warrior. Besides, so much money is enough for our grandparents and grandchildren to live. ā
"Okay, uncle, you hurry up and find your granddaughter, change your clothes, and leave here, I'm afraid that Niu Qingzhi will come back to take revenge, I'm afraid it will implicate you." ā
"Don't worry, I heard that Niu Qingzhi is just a disciple of Hailongmen, and Hailongmen is quite far away from here, so he won't come back for a while. ā
"That's very good, take care, old man. He said goodbye to the old man, and put the black tiles and other things on the mouth of the Qiankun bag, and those things were sucked in by a pale blue light.
Ling Xiaoye secretly said that it was really a good thing, put the Qiankun bag in his pocket, put away Niu Qingzhi's sword, and then watched the white-haired old man leave slowly.
After looking at the figure of the old man disappearing into the corner of the street, Ling Xiaoye thought about it and said: Instead of waiting outside, maybe Niu Qingzhi will find some senior brother to retaliate, he will definitely not be able to fight, it is better to enter the business house to avoid the limelight.
Ling Xiaoye's figure flashed, approached the main entrance of the firm, and strode inside. When he walked through the gate and came to a crowded attic, he was stopped by several guards at the door, saying that some valuables were being auctioned inside, and no one would be allowed to enter and come out for the time being.
Ling Xiaoye, who originally wanted to enter the trading house, can only mix with those waiting at the door now, and he obviously helped an old man with chivalry, but it gave him the illusion of being a thief.
Years of experience have forced him to be careful.
After about half a pillar of incense, the auction inside seemed to be over, and some martial artists began to come out one after another, and their cultivation was of different levels, but one thing was certain, that is, these were rich people.
Ling Xiaoye couldn't help but imagine that if he assumed to become a rich martial artist, maybe he could take the money and exchange his senior brother back. You can even reward the clues about Yunkong Mountain at a high price, and you can also buy the elixir that will make Qin Ruoli's aunt recover......
But the more I think about it, the more I feel cold, a martial artist does not have strong strength, or a big backer, even if he is rich, others can pinch him with one finger. No matter how much money you have, it is simply one of the greatest tragedies in the world.
Thinking of this, Ling Xiaoye had to retract his thoughts. Instead of pinning on this external money, it is better to improve your strength.
Over the years, he has the protection of his senior brother, so there is basically no desire to become stronger. But now, the senior brother has been taken away, and there is nothing left to rely on except for an unreliable aunt, so he is left.
Become a strong man!Otherwise, the people around you will be hurt!
Ling Xiaoye only made up his mind at this time.
Qin Ruoli unconsciously stood beside Ling Xiaoye, who seemed to be in a daze, and said loudly, "Hey, kid, didn't you tell you not to move around?"
Ling Xiaoye came back to his senses, like a frightened cat, and said with a very innocent expression: "Auntie, I had a little conflict with someone just now, and I was avoiding possible revenge, so I came in and hid." ā
Qin Ruoli gave Ling Xiaoye a shiver on his forehead and said, "Tell you to stay well, don't make any trouble." However, if someone else bullies you, you have to learn to choose, if you can beat it, you can beat it, and if you can't beat it, you can run, understand?"
Ling Xiaoye snorted, and understood what she meant. But her forehead was tight, and she couldn't do it lightly, so he had to gently rub the back of his hand against the place where he was beaten.
"Didn't I tell you not to call me aunt?this time it's just a knock, next time you will directly slap your mouth!" Qin Ruoli said coldly, turned around and left.