Lao Suo's words made Zhao Rang stand in place in a daze, as if he was frozen, and relived this sentence word by word in his mind. I was afraid that I would be wrong, so I thought about it upside down several times, but I forgot to take the ring head knife handed by Lao Suo.

"What, don't you like it?"

Zhao Rang's heart palpitated for a while, and the expression on his face was indescribably complicated.

As soon as I wanted to open my mouth, my throat was like a lump of cotton, but I couldn't say a word.

Lao Suo went on to say:

"If you don't like it, go home and choose any one from your arsenal, and you can use it better than my knife here."

Until this time, Zhao Rang had not fully recovered his senses.

He used all his strength before he shook his head, squeezed a few words out of his mouth, and asked:

"How much?"

Lao Suo looked up at Zhao Rang in some surprise, and after a while, he changed into a look of understanding and replied:

"Ten taels."

Zhao Rang only had three silver ingots given by Ye Sanniang, each of which was one hundred taels. He took it out of his pocket, put it on the small table in the hall, and turned around to leave.

He didn't want to stay in this place for a moment.

Who would have thought that Lao Su could tell his family affairs on the spot just by glancing at Shi Zhao Rang's palm?

As for Lao Suo's immortal methods, Zhao Rang had no power to fight back. I thought that when I was not offended and was still a group of harmony, I quickly left this place, all because he was a senior master who knew the story of his family very well.

Thinking about it like this, Zhao Rang felt a little relieved.

But as soon as he took a step towards the door, his legs and feet could not move.

Lao Suo's voice also came from behind him appropriately, saying:

"Young man, what's the hurry, I haven't found you any money yet!"

Zhao Rang couldn't advance or retreat, so he simply didn't struggle, and honestly waited for him to find money.

"Twenty taels, four pieces, you count!"

Lao Suo handed four silver ingots of twenty taels to Zhao Rang.

The appearance of the silver ingot is somewhat blackened, and it seems that it has been preserved for a long time, indicating that there are not many people in the city who buy knives.

If it was other businesses, Zhao Rang would think more about how the store would live if the business was not good. But for this old man, selling knives is probably just a matter of passing the time.

With his martial arts cultivation, maybe he can't even compare to the Northern Sword King Shang Eleven, who has ascended to the third grade.

As for the specifics, Zhao Rang couldn't tell. It's like a worm looking up at cats, dogs, and elephants, and thinks they're just behemoths.

Nodding stiffly, as a thanks, Zhao Rang kicked the silver ingot into my arms, took a strong step, and continued to walk towards the courtyard gate.

By this time, his legs and feet had become light again, without any restraints. Three steps and two steps, they walked to the door.

As soon as he went out, Zhao Rang was almost knocked down by a team of galloping fast horses, and hurriedly leaned sideways against the wall to avoid it.

Seeing that there was thick smoke and dust behind the horse team, Zhao Rang changed direction and prepared to go around the other end of the long street.

I didn't want to take a few steps, but the sound of horses' hooves came from behind me, and these people actually went and returned.

One person took the lead, grabbed Zhao Rang in front of him and stopped him, and the rest of the people stepped forward from the left and right and surrounded him tightly.

The comer is not good!

If it was in the past, Zhao Rang would definitely find a flaw and leave. If you really can't do it, then draw your sword and fight.

But after following Jin San and two darts for three days, his thinking has also changed, and he feels that many times the contradictions that can be explained clearly are better than not drawing the knife. Otherwise, sooner or later, you will meet someone who is faster and harder than your own knife.

Clearing his throat, Zhao Rang was just about to speak, but he saw the man in front of him take out a portrait from his shirt, hold it up to Zhao Rang and compare it for a while, and then said to his companion:

"Look, it's him, right?"

One of them stepped forward and looked at it for a moment, and said;

"Can't be wrong, it's exactly the same!"

When the man heard this, he said:

"It doesn't matter if it's wrong, at least let the master know that we're doing our best!"

In a few words, Zhao Rang generally knew the origin of this group of people, which should be the Zheng family at that time.

After he looked at the head of the eldest prince Zheng from Ye Sanniang, Zhao Rang was ready to be troubled by the Zheng family, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

That Zheng Gongzi was originally going to come to the Western Regions Business Alliance to do business.

The forces in the city that belonged to the Zheng family saw that the appointed time had passed, but there was no figure of the eldest prince, so they sent people to Sunshine to inquire.

I thought it would take a lot of effort, but I didn't expect that from the tea shed to the wine shop, almost everyone knew that Zheng Gongzi's head was cut off.

After careful searching, he even caught a dog leg who followed Zheng Gongzi at the beginning. At a critical moment, this person escaped from the battle and saved his life. When found, he was drunk in a liquor store, lying soundly asleep on the belly of a maiko.

As for Zhao Rang's portrait, it was through this person's description that someone was asked to draw it.

I have to say that although this person is not a competent dogleg, his eyesight is excellent! not only remembered Zhao Rang's dress clearly, but also described the demeanor between his eyebrows and eyes and his temperament very accurately.

This made the Zheng family just pass by Zhao Rang in an instant, but they still recognized it!

Now that the identity of the other party has been confirmed, Zhao Rang is not ready to run.

Leaving today's troubles for tomorrow will not only not be consumed, but will accumulate more and more, turning them into even greater troubles.

So he tightened his grip on the handle of the ring-headed knife and said:

"Are you the Zheng family?"

This question confirmed his identity.

The person at the head laughed instead of being angry when he heard this, turned over and dismounted, and said to Zhao Rang:

"Boy, although we don't like the eldest son, we can't stand the fact that the master gave a reward of 10,000 taels!"

Zhao Rang suddenly remembered that Jin Sanliang's reward for letting him kill was also 10,000 taels of silver, and he felt that it was too much at that time. I didn't expect that it had only been so long, and my name was so valuable!

Thinking about it, I couldn't help laughing.

When everyone in the Zheng family saw this, they only thought that Zhao Rang was frightened and crazy, pretending to be a ghost here, so they didn't talk nonsense, and the four of them took out their swords at the same time and attacked him.

Zhao Rang glanced to the side, because of the distance, no matter how fast the speed was, there was still a sequence.

However, there are courtyard walls of shops on both sides, even if you can dodge out like a needle, it is still a dead end, and the only way to break the game is to break through from the front.

made up his mind, but Zhao Rang was not in a hurry to draw his knife.

The person in front of him used a long sword as thin as a cicada's wings, and after it was unsheathed, it danced a thick and heavy sword light, like a butterfly staggering, and then it was incomplete, turning into thousands of them, overwhelmingly pressing over.

It's a beautiful sight.

Especially on the inhospitable Gobi Desert.

There are no flowers, and no butterflies fluttering.

Although the butterfly turned into a sword light was extremely cold and faintly bloody, it could not hinder Zhao Rang Duoka for a while.

Shooting early doesn't mean it's fast.

A quick shot doesn't necessarily mean a success.

Zhao Rang has a ruler in his heart, and while measuring the length of the other party, he can tell himself when the most correct time is to make a move.

He didn't know if there was anything else.

Or maybe there is, but it's definitely not as precise as his.

Because since he had this "ruler", there has never been a deviation or mistake in the scale on it.

This group of "butterflies" flew closer and closer.

This energy has already blown the overcoat on Zhao Rang's body.

His hand lying on the hilt of the knife loosened slightly, and then he grasped it tighter!

Finally, Zhao Rang's knife is out of the sheath!

It is like a fierce thunderstorm in the cold spring, which can not only tear the wings and body of a butterfly, but also destroy the entire flower.

But in the eyes of his opponents, the knife was ridiculously slow.

It was like a child with young ears, struggling with the branches of the weeping willows by the river.

He didn't even have the idea of blocking, relying on the speed and the advantage of the sword light, before Zhao Rang's sword condensed, his own sword could definitely pierce his throat.

But soon, Zhao Rang's extremely slow knife suddenly became no longer bulky in his eyes.

Although the speed is still very slow, it is like the sun rising and the moon setting, emitting an irresistible force.

His sword light was shattered by Zhao Rang's sluggish sword.

The bleak long street suddenly turned red, like a burning cloud falling to the ground, spreading for six thousand miles!

When the tip of the sword stopped a foot away from Zhao Rang, it hit the ground.

He looked at the red in front of him, and he didn't realize that his body was gradually getting cold, but he felt that it was also a very good result to dissolve in this warmth.

"Poof"!

An arrow shot out from a hidden place, piercing the man's heart.

With tremendous force, it was knocked down, face down, and pinned firmly to the ground.

When the other three saw this, they knew that nothing could be done, so they got on their horses one after another and fled.

Zhao Rang was not nervous when he saw someone releasing a dark arrow, flicked his wrist, sprinkled a series of blood beads on the ground, and then put the knife into the sheath and stood proudly in the middle of the long street.

"Who are you?"

But he soon realized that he was wrong......

The ruler could accurately measure when it was time to strike, but it didn't help him predict the future.

I thought that the dark arrow must be the person from the Admiralty Dart Bureau brought by Jin Sanliang, but he didn't want to come out of the corner, but he was a man from the Western Regions with deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, and a big beard.

As a last resort, Zhao Rang had to slowly hold the handle of the knife again.

This was his first time in the Western Regions Business Alliance, and he had not dealt with anyone from the Western Regions before. And he didn't believe that there would be people from the Western Regions who were so old-fashioned and enthusiastic, and they were willing to draw their swords to help when they saw four people besieging and killing one.

In the face of Zhao Rang's questioning, the Western Regions man put his right hand on his chest and his left hand behind his back, bowed deeply to him before he spoke:

"My master, please go and talk about it!"

The accent of the Western Regions is very strong, and the northern dialect is extremely lame. One Zhao Rang didn't understand, and slowed down and said again.

"I don't know, I don't go!"

Zhao Rang said dryly.

The people of the Western Regions smiled, and even the beard on his face was hooked in an arc. On the courtyard walls and roofs on both sides, dozens of archers immediately appeared, and the cold arrows all pointed to the vital points around Zhao Rang.