Di Qinglin hadn't been so angry for a long time.

He is a person who is very deep in the city, and he has always been moody and angry, no matter when and where, even if his head is broken and bleeding, he can maintain the demeanor of a handsome son.

His demeanor is like the shell of a snail, and what is hidden under it is a deep inferiority, an indescribable emptiness, and a crumbling silence.

Therefore, Di Qinglin pursues excitement, and only the stimulation between life and death can bring him pleasure.

Only when he is absolutely stimulated can Di Qinglin feel that he is still alive, and can he feel that he is a person, not a dry puppet.

Killing is not a thrill, since three years ago, killing is not a thrill, using special methods to disguise killing as an accident is Di Qinglin's real enjoyment.

The perfect crime of genius!

There is both crime and genius, which is the double pleasure of force and wisdom, just like the delicious food carefully cooked by the imperial chef, which makes people feel refreshed.

If you can't cover up your tracks, you can directly take out a knife and kill it, it's like eating a plate of stuffed nine-turn large intestine, which will only make people feel disgusting.

Di Qinglin stopped, flipped his fingers slightly, and the short knife returned to his sleeve, making a gesture of going to the toilet.

Wan Junwu was a little embarrassed, because he was found out about spitting wine, Di Qinglin smiled: "Don't worry, Wan Daxia, I will definitely not expose this matter." ”

"Thank you, Marquis Di."

"Wan Daxia, whose residence is over there?"

"Over there is the residence of the Wind Woman, and as for the whistle just now, it should come from Shen Zhutou."

"Shen Zhutou is good at whistleblowing?"

"I've heard people say that the disciples of the God Catcher Sect have a special means of communicating with each other by whistles, and they can transmit all kinds of news through different whistles."

"Oh, thanks for the pointers, you continue."

Di Qinglin turned to leave, and the anger in his heart had already shifted from Feng Siniang to Shen Lian.

……

"I want Shen Lian's information."

"The little marquis hasn't completed the task yet."

"You're threatening me?"

"It's not a threat, it's a rule, Qinglong will pay attention to fair trade, one thing for one thing, only when the task is completed, the Hou Ye can make a request."

"Ninety-six Holy Monarch, the floating clouds are empty, your Qinglong Society is really a good means, do you want to die?"

"Little Hou Ye, don't be angry, the rules of the Blue Dragon Society can't be changed, but I can use my private identity to sell Shen Lian's information, what does Xiao Hou Ye think?"

"How much?"

"I don't want money, I want Shen Lian's gun."

"Deal!"

Di Qinglin happily agreed, although he has a bit of a habit of collecting, but he doesn't like to collect blades.

Shen Lian's lonely gun is certainly a divine weapon, but Di Qinglin didn't care at all, if it weren't for Feng Siniang being here, he wouldn't have much interest in Shen Lian.

Di Qinglin left slowly, the moonlight shone on another person's face, this person was not another person, it was the huge rich man in Luoyang, the owner of Peony Villa, and the fourth master of Hua.

Shen Lian didn't know that someone was eyeing his gun, and he was discussing the magic weapon with Feng Siniang with great interest.

In this world of comprehensive martial arts, there are too many divine weapons in the rivers and lakes, even the largest intelligence organization, Tianji Pavilion, cannot arrange the spectrum of divine weapons.

Too much!

It's a mess!

It's too miscellaneous!

Swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, boring lances, sticks, whips, hammers, abductions, meteors, eighteen kinds of weapons, each of which has been practiced, and each of them has a divine weapon.

Jianghu warriors, the most used swords, followed by sticks, and then spears, after the spears are big axes, giant hammers, long whip soft ropes, meteor flying claws.

Feng Siniang smiled: "Shen Lian, how many moves have you created in the nameless marksmanship?" After so many years of wandering around the world, I have never seen anyone more arrogant than you. ”

Shen Lian said: "People who practice martial arts should be brave and diligent, and move forward, I am just a little more enthusiastic than others, why should senior sister make a fuss?" ”

Shen Lian's self-created marksmanship is neither Song Ci marksmanship nor deadly marksmanship, it is all nonsense to the outside world, and the real name is nameless marksmanship.

Why is the name so arrogant?

Because Shen Lian once said that all the named marksmanship in the world is half a block lower than the nameless marksmanship.

In other words

- There are three million gunners in the world, and I must bow my head when I meet them!

This is too arrogant, and it is easy to be beaten when it spreads, so only people close to him have heard it, and they have always said "thirteen shots to the soul".

"Swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, knives, guns and swords, I won't talk about them, most of the halberds are out of the ranks, and most of the axes are refining, when will the hook and fork be used?"

"Most of the warriors who use forks are begging for a living on the water, that is, harpoons, and the Angry Jiao Gang should be masters with forks, as for the masters with hooks......"

Feng Siniang immediately asked, "Do you know the master of using hooks?" I've seen a soul hooker, his martial arts are not very good, but his temper is very big. ”

Shen Lian said: "In recent decades, the strongest person who uses the hook is named Yang Hat, and the hook in his hand is a divine weapon, called - Parting Hook!" ”

"Parting hook Yang hate? I heard he's a big thief? Did you catch him? ”

"Don't be kidding, when Yang Hate lived in seclusion, I had just been apprenticed for two years, what did I use to arrest him?"

"Parting hook, the name is interesting."

"For whatever hook it takes, it causes parting, and if it hooks your hand, your hand will part with your wrist, and if it hooks your foot, your foot will part from your leg......"

"If it gets to my throat, I'm going to part with the world?"

"That's right!"

"What a vicious weapon."

"Want to see it?"

"Do you know where Yang hates?"

"Yang Ha has long since died, but his son has grown up and is a very good man

- Catch fast! ”

Feng Siniang quipped: "Better than you?" ”

Shen Lian said with a little self-deprecation: "If you analyze it from the perspective of dedication, our senior brother, maybe only the second senior brother can be compared with him, and the only thing I can compare with him is his desperate ability." ”

"Isn't the sixth senior sister comparable to him?"

"Thirteen's mind is more delicate than him, but his martial arts are slightly worse, and Thirteen is suitable for giving advice."

"Where's the big brother?"

"Senior brother has been catching Chu Liuxiang recently, if he can catch it, I will admit that he is the most powerful."

Speaking of this, Shen Lian laughed.

Let Tong Lin catch Chu Liuxiang, this is really the best show in the world, but it's a pity that he is on official business, otherwise he will have to see how the two of them catch and run......

"You just said that you are desperate, could it be that Yang Hat's son is very good at working hard?"

"To be precise, he's just going to fight hard."

……

Yang Hat's son is named Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng doesn't know martial arts, he doesn't know what it means to see and dismantle moves, and he doesn't know what the Soul Breaking Sword is, he can only work hard, using all kinds of means.

The words "not afraid of death" are very, very easy to say, especially for young people.

But when it's really time to fight hard, even the murderous Jiangyang thief will subconsciously feel fear in the face of the opponent who comes like a tiger and wolf.

Fear slows down, and slowing down leads to failure.

Yang Zheng is in a small alley.

On the front is the favorite general of the Jiangyang thief Ni Baye.

This person is more than two meters tall, with large shoulders and a round waist, a face full of flesh, shirtless and bald, and a hideous scar from the forehead to the corners of the mouth, and half of the nose has been cut off.

His name is Bison and he is good at using maces.

In this small alley, there is no hiding space at all, and with a flick of the mace, Yang Zheng will be blasted into minced meat, and he can directly take it to make dumplings.

Behind is the second dart head of the Xiangjiang Dart Bureau, this person's name is Sun Ruhai, who is good at using a two-foot short fork.

There are bison in front and evil wolves in the back, Yang Zheng seems to have no chance of survival, and seems to be certain to die.

The bison roared, and the mace slammed into Yang Zheng's waist ribs, Yang Zheng did not retreat but advanced, he did not understand martial arts, but he knew that if he retreated, he would die, and there was a way to live if he moved forward.

Seeing Yang Zheng, who was not afraid of death, the bison was a little surprised, and at this moment, Yang Zheng suddenly bent down, avoiding the mace, and then the eel bounced up quickly, and hit his head on the bison's lower abdomen.

The bison was hit and almost vomited out of dinner, Yang Zheng took the opportunity to pull out the rope, tied the bison rope, and gagged his mouth.

Yang Zheng looked at Sun Ruhai coldly: "You are a master of fame, I am not, you have a guy in your hand, I don't, you know martial arts, I don't understand, but I know that you don't dare to make a move, because you don't have a seed at all!" ”

"You ......"

"You didn't plant, you're afraid of me, and you're even more afraid of death!"

Yang Zheng slowly approached Sun Ruhai, his chest was less than a foot away from the short fork, Sun Ruhai trembled, but still didn't dare to make a move, he was really scared, scared to death.

"Click!"

A pair of shackles locked Sun Ruhai's wrists, and Sun Ruhai fell to his knees in despair, his face full of despair.