Lang Ping drew his knife and didn't twitch.

He thought that Wang Hao was dead, but he still had a chance to fight back, and he was careless, this wave did not flash.

If he had abandoned the knife, he might have dodged.

But Lang Ping's mind flashed through what he had seen on the martial arts network before.

'Each weapon has a secret number left by the smith on it, and lost it can be claimed by the number......... Each transfer and purchase of a weapon must be registered with the Martial Arts Administration. ’

'Illegal sword possession fine detention. ’

'A person who illegally injures or kills a person with a sword shall be guilty of one more degree. ’

'Failure to declare and register a weapon within three days of the loss of a weapon is the same offence. ’

Lang Ping gripped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and at the same time vigorously pulled back the sword body that was stuck by the bone, and twisted his body with all his strength to avoid the attack!

Burst!

Rumble!

Pumped out.

He also used the black punch to hit the chest muscles disguised by his thick clothes.

Borrow strength, unload!

Back!

With the help of Tai Chi steps. The pace of reason, forced back.

However, Lang Ping suddenly found that he might not be able to dodge, so he forcibly used the artistic conception of Xiao Lang's flying knife again, and at this time, everything became slow.

Lang Ping didn't choose to continue to retreat, one around.

I am also overconsumed, and my eyes are black.

But I saw with my own eyes that the other party's neck was cut off by Tang Hengdao.

Heads are falling, and people are still standing in the middle of the street.

only to breathe a sigh of relief.

The mask also flushed red all at once.

The fishy smell and adhesion came, and Lang Ping almost fainted in the hidden corner.

"!"

Miscalculated!

I didn't expect that martial artist to be so strong!

Obviously, the two before were as easy to kill as a chicken!

Hearing the sound of more than one car coming in the surrounding streets, Lang Ping couldn't breathe and ran away again in the position he had observed before.

Because it was premeditated and stepped on the point in advance, there was no obstacle along the way.

This quickly took him out of the block.

I vaguely heard an exclamation from the other side again, maybe the headless warrior who died in the middle of the street was found......

The corners of Lang Ping's mouth rose slightly.

It's just that the taste of blood in my mouth is a little uncomfortable.

After a little pranayama, he cautiously returned to the school practice building and slipped in smoothly through the bathroom window.

Take off your mask and hat.

Take a long knife and chop the two, then finely chop them and flush them down the toilet.

Washing his face, bathing, and mouthing, the knife was constantly rinsed under hot water, including the scabbard part, and he also carefully rubbed it with soap when he took a bath.

As for a few pieces of clothing on the body, the overalls are also carefully twisted with knives.

Flush the toilet a little.

It is divided into many times and twisted very finely.

As for the rest of the practice clothes, there was no bloodstains, he only wet them and threw them into the washing machine on the side.

But.

He found that there was a large hole in the chest of the clothes, and after examination, he found that everything was the same, and the chest was all broken.

Didn't the previous punch succeed?

Isn't he...... Hurt.

Lang Ping's face changed.

Lang Ping, who was taking a bath, hurriedly looked at his left chest.

Because his whole body was very uncomfortable, he didn't pay attention for a while, the left chest surface was still smooth but slightly dark, but he felt extremely painful to the touch.

With a little force, my eyes turned black and my nerves were involved.

"I'm not going to die too, am I?"

Lang Ping thought of Ah Fei, who was injured by his Mingjin Monkey Boxing and secretly attacked by another martial artist.

I panicked.

This is obviously an internal injury!

"No! I've got to buy my medicine right away, no! It's not safe to buy medicine! I have to .........."

Lang Ping ran a clear mind and decided to calm himself down.

One night, no, he killed four people in the morning, and successfully escaped from the scene of the murder, but he was calm after a little panic.

"I can walk and run now, and I'm afraid this internal injury is not as serious as Ah Fei."

I examined myself carefully.

Except for a bruise on the chest that appeared to be a little dark blue, there was no other abnormality.

However, if you move a little more vigorously, your eyes will turn black.

But it may be too empty......

After all, he used his 'Xiaolang Flying Knife' several times this night, and he kept using his martial arts.

The latter consumes no more than the former.

But there is also a cost.

He is not a martial artist, just a weak martial artist.

"It may just be a bruise, but it would be nice if I could go to the hospital for a check-up and confirmation."

"Nope! No way! The battle was on the streets, and although the light was not too bright, there was no guarantee that there would be no cameras or anyone else to see it........."

"If anyone saw us fighting, they would know that I had been attacked in the chest."

Although from start to finish.

Lang Ping hid his head, face, eyes, and figure.

It's impossible to recognize him by his appearance!

Yes, it can't be.

"Whether it's an internal injury or not, I'm going to ...... Find a way to go to the provincial capital and buy a rejuvenation pill! By the way, there seems to be a black market in Fangcheng, right......"

The black market is the underground market.

Generally, some materials that are not in normal circulation will be traded.

For example, illegal stuff and so on.

The people who go in and out of the black market are usually martial artists, so I have to be cautious...... By the way, I can also look for solutions from my strengths......"

Lang Ping was drenched in the warm water of the bath.

Take out the torn practice clothes in the washing machine, take the sword and cut it into strips unhurriedly.

Cut the strips into pieces...... It's a little bigger than before.

These can't be flushed, after all, he can still explain if he practices cutting clothes with a knife, but after cutting clothes, he can flush his clothes down the sewer...... Not quite reasonable anymore.

Of course, if Mr. Yi doesn't pay attention when he goes back, he will dispose of it.

"My strengths...... Magical skills? ”

"Nope! It's a proficiency panel! To learn martial arts, you only need to practice repeatedly to brush up on proficiency, and you can quickly practice it to an extremely high level! ”

"Can you only enter martial arts?"

"Can healing be turned into a skill entry panel?"

"What treatment can I learn now? However, is there a healing art? ”

"Can you learn alchemy?

Lang Ping thought about it and was about to find his mobile phone to check it.

At this moment, he heard the sound of the door opening and footsteps outside the practice room, and he almost ran out of the window.

"Lang Comment!! Where are the people!? ”

Mr. Yi's loud and recognizable voice came from outside, and he tapped the bathroom door with the handle of his knife in response, scurrying to find clothes to wear.

"!"

I muttered to myself.

All the clothes he wore in were cut into strips!

However, there was one more thing he didn't wear, and he washed the white practice clothes hanging in the bathroom after being pickled in sweat twice before.

The clothes are semi-wet.

But I can't take care of it!

What time is it!?

Why did Mr. Yi come so quickly?

Don't...... Anyone suspects him?

It's even more suspicious to run now!

If you really doubt him, it won't be Teacher Yi who came alone.

Lang Ping's mind was running fast, and the Qingxin Jue was consciously running, Lang Ping didn't look strange at all, and then changed into wet clothes and walked out with a knife.

"Don't you kid don't forget to practice knives in the bath?"

The corners of Yi Tian's mouth twitched and twitched, and he made a joke.

He knew that some young people had a fanatical penchant for swords and something.

Seeing that Lang Ping was wearing his own half-wet white practice clothes, carrying a knife and coming out of the bathroom, his hair was still wet, and his body was still dripping, he seemed to have discovered some strange hobby of Lang Ping.

For a while, my stomach was full of grooves and I wanted to vomit.

Lang Ping thought of the strip of cloth in the bathroom, was silent, and replied softly:

"Hmm."

"It's cosplay, you're really spending."