"Shhh

The owner of the voice is a teenager.

The young man and Shen Houbai are the same age, and he is fifteen or sixteen years old, he is no one else, it is the Zhang family Xiaowei and Zhang Xiaowei in Shen Ge's mouth before.

"Hou ...... Hou Bai, what a beautiful knife!"

Zhang Xiaowei came to Shen Houbai to say goodbye, as Shen Houbai said, he was escorted by the master of the Martial Academy of Wuling County to the General Courtyard of the Martial Academy located in the imperial capital.

But as soon as he came, he was attracted by Shen Houbai's 'cicada wings' at the head of the bed, not to mention the 'cicada wings' itself, it was the scabbard, a rising dragon carved on it, the hideous and terrifying dragon head, the gem-inlaid dragon eyes, and the appearance of teeth and claws.

But before Zhang Xiaowei touched the 'cicada wings', Shen Houbai suddenly opened his eyes, and looked at Zhang Xiaowei with Shen Houbai's cold eyes.

"Yes!"

Shen Houbai responded very coldly.

Zhang Xiaowei didn't mind this, because he knew that Shen Houbai was already very polite, and if it was someone else, I was afraid that he wouldn't even have a 'grace'.

"By the way, Hou Bai, the people from the General Court are here, tomorrow at the earliest, and the day after tomorrow at the latest, I will go to the imperial capital!"

Zhang Xiaowei looked a little reluctant.

"Good luck!" Although it was a blessing, Shen Houbai still looked very cold.

"That'...... Then I'll go back!"

"Uncle, I'm going back!"

Greeting Shen Ge, who was leaning against the door frame, Zhang Xiaowei left the blacksmith shop.

When Zhang Xiaowei left, Shen Ge smoked a dry cigarette and said a little playfully: "Stinky boy, it's too cool to have no friends!"

"I don't need friends!" Shen Houbai replied cleanly.

"Where are you going?"

"Do you want to wait for you to have dinner?"

"Stinky boy, it's so cool to me!" Regarding his son's coldness, even Shen Ge could only shake his head helplessly.

......

The sun is setting, but the afterglow of the setting sun will still have a warm feeling on the face.

"Mrs. Lin, bring me a ball!"

Standing in front of a roadside stall, Shen Houbai said to the grandmother in front of the stall while taking out a few tongzi.

"Hou Bai!"

"Oh, your balls!"

Sitting on a bench in front of the stall, Shen Houbai ate the most famous Lin Po balls of this generation.

But at this moment.

"Yo, little ghost, this knife is good!"

The speaker was a young man dressed in fine clothes, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he carried a long sword studded with gems at his waist, and it seemed that he should be the young master of a large family.

But he wasn't a familiar face, and he thought he was a foreigner.

Shen Houbai ignored the other party, and after eating Lin Po's balls, he got up and prepared to leave.

But......

"Tell me a price, how much!"

Between the words, the two people who came with the young man stood on both sides of Shen Houbai, one left and one right, looking a little unkind.

"Not for sale!" Shen Hou Bai glanced at the young man and said.

"Not for sale, what a lovely guy!"

The young man's face showed a touch of fierceness, "Hehe, I don't believe it...... There's nothing in this world that money can't buy!"

Before the words fell, the person standing on the right side of Shen Houbai said.

"Imp, do you know who we are?"

Pointing to his chest, the corners of the speaker's mouth arced.

With this finger of the person who spoke, Shen Houbai knew their origins, they were people from the Martial Academy, and they could see from the word 'Wu' embroidered on the chest of their clothes.

In addition, there is also a word 'total' after the word 'Wu', which together is 'Mr. Wu', which means that these three people are people from the Imperial Capital General Hospital.

The General Courtyard of the Martial Academy, a place where fish and dragons are mixed, it is not that there are no good people there, but it will definitely not be the majority, it is a place where you speak with strength, as long as you have strength, then even if you are a villain, you can make the high-level of the Martial Academy turn a blind eye.

Therefore, over time, if you want to gain a foothold in the General Hospital, you have to be ruthless than others, evil than others, and stronger than others.

So it's very unfriendly to the new disciples of the General Academy, fortunately, the General Academy has a rule, the first three years of the new disciples belong to the state of protection, to put it bluntly, it is to give you three years to cultivate, but after three years, if you want not to be bullied, it depends on your own ability.

Although it is very cruel, the benefits are obvious, that is, the weak will inevitably be eliminated, and there is no exception, even if you are a relative of the emperor, you can still cry your father and call your mother.

In a sense, the Martial Academy is a very equal place, and as long as your fists are 'big enough', you can even ride on the head of a certain prince and.

Getting back to the point, as Shen Houbai saw the identities of several people, they thought that Shen Houbai would give in because of this, however......

"Little ghost, this knife ...... Do you sell, or don't sell......"

As he spoke, one of the young man's hands was already on the hilt of the long sword he carried at his waist.

Glancing at the young man, and then at the left and right sides, like the two followers, Shen Houbai said.

"Are you finished?"

The cold light flashed in his eyes, and with Shen Houbai's hand holding the knife, his thumb pushed up the knife grid, and a cold light skimmed......

"Ah, kill, kill!" Lin Po on the side was startled, but because of the young man at that time, his face still showed fierceness, but one of his arms had already fallen to the ground.

After a while, the young man reacted, and then his eyes widened and he screamed.

"Ahh......h My hand, damn it, damn brute, kill him for me, kill him!"

The young man was hysterical with his other hand over his severed arm, and he did not notice that when he went to cover the wound with his other hand, his hand was immediately covered with a layer of frost......

"MD, dare to do it, I think you're tired!"

With the hysteria of the young man, the other two who seemed to be followers immediately drew the swords they were wearing, but they did not really draw their swords, because when they reached out to pull them out, with the passing of two more cold lights, their hands also fell to the ground, and for a moment the screams changed from one to three.

At this time, Shen Houbai unexpectedly found that he had increased the number of knife draws three times, from the original 5,000 times to 5,003 times.

Does this mean that a billion times to draw a sword does not have to be demonic, and people can do it, as long as it is in actual combat?

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