When Zhu Houzhao cultivated Haoque swordsmanship for himself for the twentieth time, he didn't feel a trace of fatigue and couldn't help but be a little overjoyed.

It's really hard work! He couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Now that the problem of exhaustion in cultivating Haoque swordsmanship has been solved, then the next thing we are facing is how to solve the problem of how to mix other crooked evil arts with the main technique of Yamada Sword.

Zhu Houzhao has a headache! It's a hard problem to solve! He was a little burned and dizzy.

But at this time, Zhu Houzhao suddenly heard a rushed, noisy footsteps and sharp panting sound from the quiet mountain forest path next to him.

"What's going on?" Zhu Houzhao was shocked.

Before Zhu Houzhao could figure out what was going on and react next, he saw an old man in tattered clothes who seemed to be seriously injured staggering out of the quiet mountain and forest path, and then stumbled into Zhu Houzhao's arms, not even giving Zhu Houzhao a chance to dodge.

"Damn, what's going on?" Zhu Houzhao's mind was a mess of paste, or according to the future

The term for this condition is called brain crash a few years later.

"This is the ..... Ten Thousand Swords Recipe Sword Spectrum, which can cope with the world.... Any mess of swordsmanship, for the teacher .... I'll leave it to you... Million... Hide ....."

Before Zhu Houzhao could figure out what was going on, the old man stuffed a yellow-haired booklet that was some years old in his hand with a sad face, and then his eyes gradually lost focus, and finally he fell to the ground.

What Zhu Houzhao could see was that when the old man fell, his eyes were full of hope and hope, his thin hands hung down, he no longer had strength, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't close them anymore.

"Ten Thousand Swords Recipe Sword Spectrum? That's good news! I didn't expect that I and Yamada Kenbi were talking nonsense about swordsmanship, and there really was this thing in the world! It's good now, if you want to fall asleep, you will come to the pillow, believe it or not, I learned this sword spectrum, and the next time I compare with Yamada sword, I have to pinch him to death. ”

Zhu Houzhao first found a mouse hole in the grass to hide the sword spectrum, and stuffed the soil outside, and then stood for a while, all this happened quickly, he didn't know what was going on, how funny it was, so he went up the mountain to practice the sword, and fell out of thin air from the sky A master who died in his arms, and there was also a sword book.

What the hell is going on here?? It's so inexplicable! Zhu Houzhao's eyes were a little dumbfounded, his mind was wooden, no matter what, this place is not a place to stay for a long time, and I am afraid that it will be more auspicious to stay.

Zhu Houzhao wanted to see if the noble man lying on the ground was still breathing, but finally stopped.

In short, no matter whether this old man faked his death or died a real death, he was destined to eat no good fruit according to Zhu Houzhao.

Fake your death? That's touching porcelain!

Zhu Houzhao could completely guess the next special bloody plot, and soon, from that quiet mountain and forest path, a group of strong men with fierce and vicious spirits suddenly rushed out.

The leader of the gang of strongmen glared at him first, and then shouted directly at him: "Dog thief, where are you going to go if you kill someone?" Then no matter whether people collide with each other or not, they will shout at him to catch him firmly, and then ask him whether he wants to be public or private? Male? Let you go to the guillotine or eat peanuts, privately? That's easy to say. Then the gang of strongmen will offer a series of sky-high prices such as compensation for medical expenses, nutrition expenses, mental damage expenses, and lost work expenses, so that Zhu Houzhao can't eat and walk around, and it is best to let him pounce on the street and become a pug.

And if it's really dead? That's the worst, he didn't say anything privately, but put on the hat of a murderer and sent it directly to the government, although Zhu Houzhao didn't do anything.

After all, Zhu Houzhao did not have the quality of Mount Tai not bending over, his face did not change color and his heart did not beat, he wanted to run away quickly and stay away from this place.

Still, it was too late.

Really as Zhu Houzhao expected, soon, from that quiet mountain forest path, a group of fierce and fierce men suddenly rushed out of that quiet mountain and forest path.

The group first stopped beside the old man on the ground, stepped forward to examine it carefully, and then searched his body, as if disappointed, and shook his head.

Then, several people got up one after another.

The leader also rushed forward, glared at Zhu Houzhao first, and then shouted directly at him: "Dog thief, where are you going if you kill someone?"

In an instant, Zhu Houzhao looked cowardly, his head shook like a rattle, his face was as red as a monkey's buttocks, he stepped back vigorously, waved his hand again and again, and said: "You heroes misunderstood, you heroes misunderstood, the person was indeed not killed by me, it was this old man who accidentally fell and fell to death in a hurry." ”

"Wrestling to death?" The strongman led by this snorted coldly, and as soon as his chest was forced, the two chest muscles suddenly collapsed tightly.

Suddenly, he noticed the sword in Zhu Houzhao's hand, and shouted, "I think you killed it with your sword, right?" Otherwise, how could there be blood on your clothes? Brother, you are a big deal, and I ask you, do you want to be public or private?

Male? Let you go to the guillotine or eat peanuts, privately? Then everything is easy to say.

Zhu Houzhao, who was sweating on his face and trembling with his body, had no choice but to choose the option that was all easy to say.

So the strongman led by this man confidently offered a series of sky-high prices such as compensation for medical expenses, nutrition expenses, mental loss expenses, and lost work expenses, regardless of whether you have money in hand or not, you are not afraid that you will not be able to come up with the money.

"Uncle, the small one is the poor student under the mountain, and the poor one almost used his underwear to eat, so he really has no money!" Zhu Houzhao begged for mercy one after another, and while talking, he even had a handful of tears and snot.

"No money? I think you're going to get married?" On the side of the strongman who was the leader, a black-faced man was wielding a sword, and the fierce god said viciously.

"It's not allowed." Zhu Houzhao trembled and said, "Don't hide it from the two heroes, I am a married man, there is a three-year-old child waiting to be fed, and there is an eighty-year-old mother who has dried up the oil lamp. ”

Zhu Houzhao's body slowly retreated, looking as if he was about to escape, and the black-faced man suddenly stabbed behind him, blocking the way of retreat.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, it seems that you are really bullying us, don't give you some color, you don't know why the flowers are so red, brothers, let's just kill this kid with a sword now, and ask for the old man's life." The black-faced man's hand bones holding the sword made a clicking and rubbing sound, and he shouted angrily, and several big men wanted to swing their swords and slash at Zhu Houzhao together.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands/single sword is hard to beat multiple swords, Zhu Houzhao's face turned white all of a sudden.

But at this moment, the leader of the strongman flashed a different color in his eyes, and spoke: "Everyone is embarrassed, this little brother, we can talk slowly if we have something to say." ”

Then he said to Zhu Houzhao, "Little brother, it's okay if you don't have money, eldest brother won't embarrass you, you hand over the yellow booklet, and my brother will let you go."