Li Hao's doppelganger took the No. 1~6 chicken all the way west, in order to cause less trouble, he deliberately wore a short coat and exposed his mechanical dragon hands.

Sure enough, it is said that there are many bandits in Shandong, ten miles and one bandit nest and a hundred miles and a big village, all of which are coaxing people, how can there be any strong people, and I haven't even seen the hair of a robber along the way.

In a few days, it was out of the boundary of Shandong and into southern Hebei, and finally a group of dozens of thieves blocked the road in front of him, collecting tolls.

Li Hao followed a few sad-faced merchants from a distance, waiting for the bandit to threaten and ask for money later, and then he was about to go crazy.

A small leader with a felt hat was lazily leaning against a tree, but when he saw a few more people coming, he glanced at him from a distance, and then suddenly straightened up.

He beckoned one of his men to explain a few words, and then greeted him.

Here it comes! What's the way to fight later?

Li Hao was thinking about it, and the leader had already slipped and fell to the ground with a 'bang' on his knees, leaving three or four meters of three bars on the ground, leaning over and kowtowing:

"Brother!"

What's that? Where did I get your cheap brother?

Li Hao was so frightened that he took half a step back, and just about to scold, he saw that the leader had already bowed three times and bowed nine times, raised his head, and his eyes were oceanic:

"So that my brother may know. We are waiting here, although it is a robbery, but there is no harm to people. If my brother is willing, he can ask this passer-by, what is the reputation of my village? ”

Oh, this brother is almost like a hero and a hero.

"If my brother is willing, please go up the mountain and make a head chair, we are willing to serve my brother as the master." A few more people ran over, generally slipping and kneeling, and also knelt in front of Li Hao.

This. You're too sensible, aren't you? It's hard for me to be mad like this!

Li Hao beckoned a few merchants to come and inquired, and if there were dozens of people in this village, who were engaged in farming on weekdays, robbing part-time, and were less likely to be killed, he accepted the idea of killing them, refused the worship of these people, and then went on his way.

"Ahh Whew~~ Picked up a life! A man sighed:

"If it weren't for today's cleverness, we'd be dead. In the past month, I have encountered the third master of false shapes, and this roadblock business is really not easy to do! ”

The little leader who had been the first to kowtow gritted his teeth,

"If you do this, you won't be able to do it. This line of work is either bigger and stronger, or it has a strong support.

Brothers, I smell that Yangsan is now strong and strong, and there are many fake masters, very powerful, and a few days ago he also hit Jeju Mansion, why don't you vote? ”

"Go together, go together!"

Li Hao didn't know that under his soft-heartedness, Liangshan had some more pawns, so he was in a hurry, and at night, he could see a big city in the distance.

Oh, it's in Handan.

This body is already the third realm, of course, there is no need to eat and drink, but in life, there is less food and drink, and there is less fun.

After entering the city and inquiring about a famous restaurant, Li Hao went to ask for a pot of local famous Lao Baigan, ordered two catties of beef that had just 'died of illness', and sat by the window of the restaurant to listen to some gossip.

While I was savoring, the street suddenly became lively.

A group of seven or eight green-skinned hooligans chased and beat a half-sized boy all the way. But the young man who looked no more than ten years old was nimble, and with the help of some stalls and groceries on the street, seven or eight big men couldn't catch him for a while.

Running and running, three or four more people came to the other side of the street, and the leader was a martial artist who had just received the source qi into his body, and kicked the young man who wanted to run back to the middle of the street.

The young man was besieged in front of the restaurant, with nowhere to go, but he still did not beg for mercy, and picked up the crooked broom at the door of the restaurant, and was about to fight with this group of men.

A thin young man, who was the opponent of a group of big men, was surrounded by fierce punches and kicks.

Seeing that the young man was beaten half to death, the leading warrior waved his hand, let everyone disperse, and scolded:

"You dead thief, you don't have a daddy! Where do you want to run?

The grandfather is kind enough to give you food, you are not grateful, and you still want to run! No wonder your bearded dad was cut off by someone, and he was killed by your dead star."

The young man was lying on the ground spitting blood, and on his dusty face, there was only a pair of smart eyes staring at the warrior, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Do you dare to stare at me?" The warrior scolded Ren Buqi, looking at the young man's fierce eyes even more angry, and wanted to bend down and slap him again.

Just as the warrior raised his hand to strike, the young man saw his empty door open, and a trace of inexplicable cruelty suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he spat a mouthful of blood at the warrior, and then turned over and stood up the broom handle that had been hidden under him and held tightly.

Permit! That's accurate!

The handle of the broom that stood up was just blocked at the place where the slap came, and the 'coincidence' point was at the Shenmen acupoint, and then it was even more coincidentally deflected by the power of the warrior, and was handed by the young man with the force, and quickly and accurately stabbed to the throat of the warrior who tilted his head to avoid spitting.

The warrior clutched his throat and staggered back a few steps before he looked down at the blood on his hands.

Almost, almost, if there was a spike on the handle of this broom or if this scumbag had more strength. After the fear, there is infinite anger.

"Straight sissy thief! Lao Tzu killed you! The warrior drew his iron sword from his waist and was about to stab the thief who almost killed him.

Sou!

While!

A chopstick pierced through the Shenmen point where he held the sword, pierced through the red place that had been pierced by the broom before, passed through the bone of the hand, and sank into the beam of the house on the side of the street, and the sword in the warrior's hand fell in response.

"Ah~~Ah!" The warrior screamed in pain, bent over and clenched his wrist, and looked towards the tavern where the chopsticks had been shot.

A man in his mid-fifties smiled as if nothing had happened, and when he saw him, he pointed in front of the warrior with a chopstick that only had one chopstick in his hand.

The warrior turned around, only to see a pair of cold, ruthless eyes full of murderous intent, and a silver-white sword light slashing through his throat.

Can my sword be so beautiful? Why didn't I find out before?

With this last question, his consciousness gradually dissipated.

The boy who saw blood for the first time closed his eyes and looked up, feeling a pleasure that he had never felt before, it was a refreshing feeling that hit the soul directly, and made him addicted and intoxicated.

In the frightened and astonished eyes of everyone around him, he laughed, from smiling to laughing to laughing maniacally, and finally even laughed a little twisted, and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood.

The young man approached the tavern with a sword, thinking about the things that storytellers in Handan City often talked about Jing Ke and other heroes, and for no reason he felt a pride in his chest.

Qin Wuyang's thirteenth murder is famous for Zhenyandi, and I am eleven today, and I am still victorious.

He plunged his sword into the ground for a few inches, knelt on one knee, and arched his fists with both hands:

"Sir, if you have some worries, I am willing to relieve my worries for Mr. and sword for Mr."

"I'm worry-free!" In the young man's surprised eyes, Li Hao said lightly:

"But I see that thorn you just had a little spirituality. You're still young, don't always think about fighting and killing, it's better to read more books. ”

As soon as these words came out, the young man was stunned.

Looking at the sluggish teenager, Li Hao repeated:

"I said, young people should read more books. If you don't have the money to go to the study, I can do some with you.

You're so old that you can write your own name? If you don't read, you won't even be able to write your own name. ”

"I don't have a name."

For the first time, the young man's eyes showed a little weakness, and his tone was also a little weaker, he looked down at the dark eyes reflected by the sword face, and said softly:

"But my mother said before she died that my father was from the Dugu clan, and she always called me Dugu. If you want, call me Dugu! ”

(End of chapter)