The Castle Lord's Mansion is a magnificent building with a boxy hall.

It is a three-storey building with countless gems arranged according to the stars, and round windows are carved out from east to west to think of the sun and the moon.

The whole hall is deep and wide, and the clan can accommodate 100 people.

The lord of the city was a middle-aged man of fifty years old, sitting behind a long fuchsia case, and his broken image was like a bodhisattva in the temple.

On the left is a woman in black gauze, and on the right stands a sunny youth.

This collocation has a bit of a solemn Buddha land.

The moment Zhao Qin stepped into the gate, he almost broke his legs.

Behind the huge stone threshold, there was a half-foot difference between the inside and the outside.

It was as if he had fallen into the hall.

An extremely cold aura instantly enveloped Zhao Qin's body, and the cold chains clanged at this time, as if walking in hell.

On weekdays, Gesang is also like a black gauze woman and a sunny youth, standing on the stage with great strength, how could he have been like today.

tremblingly walked to the front, a group of people on both sides suddenly shouted, and the jujube wood long stick in his hand kept pestle the ground, like rolling thunder.

The two of them were startled, this kind of power was enough to make people's hearts collapse.

"Who is standing in the hall, and what is the matter?"

Zhao Qin straightened his sleeves and took half a step forward, but the chain behind him tightened, and he pulled back half a step.

Gesang, who had no ears, had a bloody face at this time, like the head of an egg, and his beard was soaked in blood.

"Report your name!"

The middle-aged man suddenly slapped the wood, like a cannon outside the gate, and Gesang's shoulders shook.

"Xiyuan Gesang. ”

"Dongcheng Zhao Qin!"

Zhao Qin rolled his eyes, and above the hall, the square-faced man swam like a gecko, turning his head reflexively and sticking out his tongue at himself.

Most of the time, this Gesang was picked up by the mud bodhisattva to find trouble for himself.

Now that he is so unlucky, it is no wonder that this mud bodhisattva feels happy.

"It's boring!"

Zhao Qin muttered towards the roof.

The square-faced mud bodhisattva frowned, stretched out his hand and popped out a piece of soil, and was flying towards Zhao Qin.

Zhao Qin turned his head sideways to avoid it, but he was led by the iron chain behind him, and he received a blow on the shoulder, and half of his body was numb and unbearable.

The middle-aged man sighed and stood up.

"What do you mean by this?

Behind the curtain, a middle-aged man in purple and gold armor came out.

Gesang's face was overjoyed, but he saw that the man in purple and gold armor waved his hand at him.

Zhao Qin squinted his eyes and simply didn't bother to look at anything.

"Report to the city lord, it was this Gesang who broke through the door of my house early in the morning and hit the villain with blood on his face. I was still angry after fighting, and I put a gun at the small one, asking me to share the victory and defeat with him in the gambling arena. The little one agreed to him, but he beat the little one violently, and he was really helpless, so out of self-defense, he cut off his ear!"

Zhao Qin's voice was very loud, and there seemed to be a trace of sharp edge during the period, which made people feel shocked and a little uncomfortable!

"Gesang, is this true?!"

Gesang nodded, then shook his head again.

"What does that mean? Why is it again nodding and shaking your head?!"

The black-faced middle-aged man asked loudly, his voice full of majesty.

"I see that you all suffered skin injuries, Gesang is one of my seven sons of Loulan, how did you do it?!"

The deputy city lord of the purple gold armor asked sharply with a very unsightly face at this time.

"Hmph, it's just a vain name, if it weren't for the deputy city lord, he would have only taken a pair of ears, otherwise I would have slaughtered this waste with a knife!"

Zhao Qin put his hands behind his back, looking at the middle-aged man in purple and gold armor lazily.

"Arrogance, just by you, what are you?!"

The man in purple gold armor roared angrily, and opened his hands towards Zhao Qin.

"It's shameless, even if you only use your feet, you're not my opponent!"

After Zhao Qin finished speaking, he moved half a step away with one foot, shoulder-width apart, and cut at the purple gold armor like a knife on his side!

At this moment, the purple gold armor suddenly had an illusion, as if all the roads were blocked.

It's like looking at a flat avenue, but setting off is full of traps.

Zhao Qin has practiced "The Key to Turning the Palm" for two or three years, and gradually understands the strength from being familiar with the recruitment.

In the movement, you can distinguish the opponent's virtual and real, rigid and soft, fast and slow, long and short, slow and urgent, direction, straightness, size, landing point and possible changes.

Zhao Qin himself was more able to grasp the rhythm and timing, so that his attack and defense were just right, and he could defeat the enemy.

Naturally, a kind of momentum was formed, like a layer of armor, protecting him.

If it weren't for this, the old woman in the flower skirt and the third child of the mud bodhisattva that day would definitely not suffer in his hands.

"Get out of here!"

Zhao Qin's body twisted, his left foot was barbed like a palm, and he kicked on the fist of the purple gold armor.

The purple gold armor froze, and its movements paused for a moment.

"Shameless!"

Outside the City Lord's Mansion, a golden sword light flashed and fell in front of Zhao Qin.

From the left shoulder to the right abdomen, the purple gold armor cracked a pitch-black gap, and the gap gradually cracked.

The right side of the purple gold armor began to slide down, revealing the white left shoulder.

A one-armed old man, like a sword, hovered at the door of the hall!

"One-armed Juggernaut!"

The city lord exclaimed in surprise and sat down on the chair.

"Hey, the peak of the second layer of the True Spirit, rare!"

A voice floated on the roof beam, and disappeared in the next second.

"Really, it's true. "

The light veil on the black gauze woman's face trembled, and she reached out to support the desk, her whole body was stagnant, and she didn't dare to move.

At this moment, the sunny boy was almost petrified.

"Grandpa. ”

Zhao Qin screamed softly, his eyes full of tears, and he looked at the one-armed old Wang.

A snow-white light flashed, the chains fell into the dust, and Zhao Qin turned around and followed the one-armed old king out of the hall slowly.

Walked through the huge city lord square and walked out of the city lord's mansion.

The afternoon sun is harsh, like a roaring wind, making people a little unstable.

Zhao Qin always thought that only by constantly cultivating and improving his strength could he be safe, but he didn't know that the stronger the martial arts, the more dangerous people were.

There are always people you don't know who come to kill you, for fame, for profit, or just because of mood.

The stronger the person, the more dangerous it is to live.

Otherwise, grandpa's arm would have been intact!

Zhao Qin looked at the howling wind on the street, and was quite confused for a while, not knowing if he was right!

"Grandpa, the Dark Holy Land selects disciples, I'm the eighth, so Gesang is here to challenge!"

The one-armed old king nodded, as if he had known it for a long time.

"And this, Grandpa, this is inside the knife that killed my parents. ”

Zhao Qin took the close-fitting brocade to his grandfather.

"This is the sword spectrum used by your enemies, and maybe they don't even know it exists!"

The one-armed grandfather didn't accept it, but hid it on Zhao Qin's body.

"Grandpa went to chase the enemy yesterday, but he returned in vain, and he met Zhifa on the way to find him, so he arrived in time to save you. ”

The grandfather and grandson walked all the way, but not to the east of the city.

When he arrived at the blacksmith shop, the one-armed old man nodded to everyone, took an iron box, and gave it to Zhao Qin to carry.

took another purple long sword, which was the same as the bamboo sword used on weekdays, a nine-foot purple electric spear, and let Zhao Qin carry it.

"Child, since the Holy Land selects disciples, Grandpa will send you to participate in the competition. In this box, there is a sword book, and after reading it, remember it, and destroy it, this sword and spear are considered a reward from your grandfather. ”

Lao Wang said, picked up Zhao Qin and rushed towards the outside of the city.

Behind him, like black smoke, chased out a large group of people.

"Qin'er, quickly lose that jade card. ”

The one-armed old king pulled Zhao Qin, and the two of them flew away towards the sand forest in front of them like a wind.

"Stop, dare to rob people from my dark holy land, I think you're tired of living. ”

"Stop me, don't let me catch you, if you catch it, you will be torn apart, and you will never recover!"

The third mud bodhisattva followed the big man with a green cane, and the two chased for dozens of miles, losing the traces of Zhao Qin's grandfather and grandson.

"Send a message to the fourth and fifth children, and you must stop this kid for me. ”

The green cane's palm throbbed slightly, and a black smoke rolled through.

forcibly erased the information in the jade plaque, refining a trace of Zhao Qin's blood.

"Go all the way southeast from here, your ancestral home is in Jizhou, and you have a special physique, you can only join the Heavenly Sword Holy Land!

The one-armed old king looked at Zhao Qin who was gradually moving away on horseback, and his heart was sour, the child was still too young.

From the woods, he took out two jujube red horses, one carrying a bag of a hundred catties of yellow sand, covered with the bloody clothes he wore yesterday, and the other carried himself and galloped towards Fengwolf Mountain.

"Don't hate grandpa, don't hate grandpa!"

The one-armed old king's waist was straight, but he became more and more lonely and lonely.

In less than four hours, four fast horses chased them to the edge of the woods.

A ball of crystal-like jade glowed in the skeleton man's hand, and he chased it all the way to the southeast.

"Jiuyang Xuanti, you must not enter the Heavenly Sword Holy Land. Once I went, my dark sanctuary was in ruins. ”

The old man with the green cane looked to the southeast, worried.

The fourth and fifth children had already seen a black dot moving in front of them.

"Look, look, it's just ahead. ”

"Chase quickly, it's been a hundred years since I killed this kid, but I want to catch him alive, it's really troublesome!"

"You know a fart, the boss said that you should do it, and be careful to chop up your children and grandchildren and feed them to the dogs!"

A few people laughed all the way and sped forward, and dust flew two feet high in the sand.

"Zhao Qin, you can't run away!"

The skeleton man's eyes lit up with a fierce light, and he whipped the white horse under his crotch.