Thinking about this, Lu Tu held his palm in his hand, and when his spiritual power was running, he shook his hand.

Poof!

A ghostly light shattered Chang Yuanyuan's head in an instant, and red and white things splashed in all directions.

He slew him down from under the bed and took out the looted belongings.

Put everything on the table.

Lu Tu checked them one by one.

This time I didn't get much.

After all, that group of people went to Qingcheng Mountain to participate in the mission, so naturally they would not carry all their net worth with them.

Therefore, apart from the five Dingwei jade plates and a large number of unknown medicinal powders, there was nothing else.

"But five Dingwei jade plates are worth a lot of money." Lu Tu picked up a jade plate and looked it up and down.

This kind of treasure that can show the strangeness within a radius of 100 meters must be precious.

He only needs to keep one to use, and the rest will be sold at that time.

But this matter cannot be rushed.

Wanbaolou had just lost the jade plate on his front foot, and he took it out for sale with his hind foot, which would inevitably attract the attention of others.

"Wait for the limelight to pass, and then find a way to deal with it." Lu Tu put away the jade plate properly with his backhand.

Subsequently, the remaining powders were sorted one by one according to the instructions.

As for those that are not marked, they will be put aside for the time being, and they will be identified when they go to the pharmacy in the future.

Wait until everything is processed.

Lu Tu stood up, walked to the window, pushed open the wooden window, and looked out at the dark night.

The very center of the town is brightly lit.

Although it is almost time, there are still many people coming and going on the streets.

Even not far away, at the mouth of the alley, bursts of curses mixed with screams could be faintly heard.

"This place is quite suitable for people looking for people who are looking for the Eight Desolations and Six Blood Demon Skills." His eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze looked in the direction of the mouth of the alley.

There are no rules in Qingshan Town, and the law of the jungle is the rule here.

Even if you think of it as a dead person, it won't attract the attention of others.

Because dead people are all too common here.

Thinking of this, Lu Tu groaned slightly, then turned around and walked to the table, and quickly rewrote a copy of the Eight Desolations and Liuhe Blood Demon Skill formula.

Then he cleaned up the things on the table and jumped out of the window.

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The night is like ink.

At the mouth of the cramped alley, Shi Zijiang staggered and slowly stood up against the wall.

The delicate face was already blue and swollen, and the clothes were full of messy footprints.

He reached out to wipe the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, walked to the side in silence, and picked up Yao Lou, who had been trampled on the ground.

Seeing that the medicines picked for half a decade of hard work were snatched up, his five fingers clutched the frame of the medicine, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

After a long time.

Shi Zijiang raised his head suddenly, his bloodshot eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at the several figures that were about to disappear at the end of the street.

"Sanhe Gang! If I, Shi Zijiang, can make a fortune in the future, I will kill all of you with my own hands!! ”

He was an ordinary medicine picker in Qingshan Town, his parents died early due to illness, and he raised his younger brother alone by collecting medicine in exchange for money.

But later, because he inadvertently provoked a leader in the Sanhe Gang, the other party was disliked.

So he ordered the disciples in the gang to fight him.

No matter how much he begged for an apology, he still had nothing to do.

Bullying oneself has become one of the daily pleasures of the Sanhe Gang.

During this time, he also thought about resisting.

But a low-level martial artist who has never even stepped into a heavy change in qi and blood, what can he do to resist?

"What kind of bullshit is this, everyone deserves to die, everyone deserves to die!"

Shi Zijiang's expression was distorted, and he smashed his fist against the wall, and the pain that pierced his heart swept from the fist.

He took a deep breath and picked up the medicine to leave.

"Do you want revenge?"

But suddenly, a cold and indifferent voice sounded in my ears.

"Who?!" Shi Zijiang's face changed greatly, and he quickly turned his head and looked behind him.

The group of people who thought they were the Sanhe Gang had returned.

But at a glance, I only saw a burly figure standing in the shadows and couldn't see clearly.

"Do you want revenge?" The figure spoke.

Hearing this, Shi Zijiang's eyes showed a cautious look and looked at the figure in front of him silently.

"It's just three things, the last chance, do you want revenge?" The indifferent voice of the figure in the darkness came again.

"What do you want?"

Shi Zijiang stared at the figure in front of him, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"I haven't even achieved a single change in qi and blood in my cultivation, so what can I do if I want to?"

Just before he could finish speaking.

The figure in front of him waved his big hand violently, and a trace of blood flashed in the darkness.

A piece of paper with dense small print shot down like an arrow.

Seeing that he was about to approach Shi Zijiang's face a few inches, he paused accurately.

Eventually it slowly floated down at its feet.

"You and I are fated, and if you give this skill, you can become a force of your own and help you calm all the regrets in your heart."

Looking at the thin piece of yellow paper under his feet, Shi Zijiang's first reaction was not to believe it.

But then I felt that with such a means as a person, I would not come to play me boringly at night.

Thinking of this, he suddenly raised his head, his tone full of puzzlement.

"Senior, what you said is true?"

"It's all up to you." In the darkness, the figure spoke slowly, and his tone remained unwavering.

The voice fell.

Shi Zijiang's eyes flashed, he was silent for a few breaths, and he leaned over and picked up the paper under his feet.

I didn't care to look too much, and I was about to look up and ask something more.

But there was no one in sight.

Seeing this scene, Shi Zijiang's pupils shrank, and then quickly turned around and ran out of the alley.

So far, how can he not see that he has met a master tonight.

And at the moment.

At the top of the alley, above the stone wall.

Lu Tu stood up, looking at the back of the other party staggering away, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was a touch of hope in his eyes.

The seed has taken root.

All that remains is to wait for the fruit to ripen.

Hopefully, this person will surprise him then.

The paper he gave to the other party was the Eight Desolations and Liuhe Blood Demon Skill that had been re-copied at the inn before.

As for the blood-burning escape method, he didn't give it to the other party.

This technique is not bad, as long as the qi and blood in the body are sufficient, you can escape several miles away in an instant.

In case he masters this exercise, when the time comes to look for it, the other party will use this exercise to escape thousands of meters, but it will be a little troublesome.

"Seeds are scattered, and it's time for me to get down to business."

Lu Tu retracted his gaze, tapped his toes, and quickly disappeared into the night.

He's going to kill people tonight and improve his cultivation.

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Qingshan Town.

The Celestial Bull Gang Helm Hall.

Zhou Jiulong, the gang leader, sat on the main seat, looking at the subordinates below who were still ready to go, with a smile on his face.

He is six years old in Chinese New Year's Eve, and it has been many years since he stepped into the bone realm, but because of the root bone qualification, he can no longer go further.

Therefore, the Tianniu Gang was established, relying on a hand of Tianniu Fist to lay down a territory in Qingshan Town, so as to collect money and enjoy life.

But since the formation of the gang, he has tried his best to expand his power.

But the helpers of the surrounding forces are all the same as him, their strength has reached the bone, and there are many three-change masters under him to assist.

This led to him not having anything to do.

But today is different.

Zhou Jiulong had already inquired about the nearby Blood Snake Gang, because he went into the mountain to pick blood moon flowers the day before yesterday, which led to the burial of almost all the good hands of the triple change of qi and blood.

This is a good opportunity for him.

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ps: There is an urgent matter today, there is only one watch, and tomorrow the third watch will be made up. Sorry for it....