Hui Dong had just left the City Lord's Mansion when he met a person, who should not have appeared here, but turned back.

Leng Bu leaned against the wall at the corner of the City Lord's Mansion, Hui Dong passed by his side, his brows couldn't help frowning, and he instinctively pushed his feet to pull away. When Leng Buyu saw this little doll, he couldn't help but show surprise in his eyes. Leng Buyu looked at Hui Dong, his eyes full of curiosity.

Hui Dong leaned down and lifted his trouser legs, and there was a circle of iron tied around his ankles, and he didn't know how much it weighed.

Leng Buyu's original intention was to hesitate to enter this city lord's mansion, he hesitated a few times, and he wasted the opportunity. But how can you not avenge the revenge?

Leng Buyu looked at the young man carefully, this young man was thin and thin, dressed in simple linen clothes, but the boots were really good things, as a lot of silver. The young man's skin is dark, not to mention that his small face is not as delicate as his peers in the Jiangnan area, and even most of the teenagers in Hancheng have much better skin than this teenager.

Leng Bu said in a cold voice, and asked, "Boy, are you from the West?"

Hui Dong's brows tightened, he hadn't been out of the city that never sleeped, and he really didn't know that the characteristics of the West Land on his body were so obvious. Seeing that Hui Dong didn't speak, Leng Bu was sure that he had guessed correctly. Leng Buyu was curious about one thing, and asked, "Boy, have you seen Zhongxihou's sword?"

Hearing Zhong Xihou's name, Hui Dong's eyes changed and became fierce. This fierce look made Leng Buyu slightly stunned, but he also found it interesting.

Hui Dong's voice was calm, and his words were still slow: "You are the enemy of Lord Hou?"

"Master Hou?"

Hearing such titles, Leng Buyu was a little puzzled. Zhongxi Hou is the lord of a city, but in the Daye Dynasty, the lord of the city does not have a title, and he is counted as the minister of the feudal territory. But when I thought of the three words Zhongxihou again, I understood.

At the same time, Leng Buyu was even more curious about the identity of this young man who came out of the City Lord's Mansion.

Leng Bu left the wall and moved his shoulders, a smile in his eyes that was threatening. Hui Dong didn't say a word, he untied the circle of iron pieces at his ankles, and the iron pieces were shot at Leng Bu as a hidden weapon, which was fierce and faintly had the sound of breaking the wind. And Leng Bu was still there, motionless. The iron pieces were close, and only the sound of "ding" was heard, and the nearly twenty pieces of iron fell in front of Leng Buyu.

Seeing such a scene, and looking at Leng Mu, who was still standing like a statue, Hui Dong couldn't help but gasp. Urging the foot, the reverse side plundered away.

Seeing the young man running away, his silent eyes showed a rare look of joy, only to see his figure move, turn into a blue light, and chase after Hui Dong.

The two of them walked through the streets, and the streets of the cold city made people feel that there was a faint wind, as if there were figures passing through the streets, but they tried to see clearly, but there was nothing. Isn't this a daylight thing?

Hui Dong kept raising his strength to seize the road and escaped, and Leng Bu chased after him, and gradually struggled a little, and was about to lose it. In desperation, Leng Bu silently pulled out a short sword from his chest and shot it out as a flying blade. And the timing of this short sword shot was really wonderful, Hui Dong was about to step on the branch of a big tree on the side of the road, when the wind broke and saw a cold light, and the branch was cut into two pieces.

Hui Dong had no place to focus on borrowing strength, and his feet were empty and fell. The boy was really good, landing on his toes, then leaning forward, rolling and throwing forward.

Seeing this young man's skillful movements, Leng Buyu felt that he couldn't catch up with this young man, so he had to give up and watch Hui Dong disappear from his sight.

Throwing off Leng Buzhi, Hui Dong hid in a dark alley to rest, and without waiting for him to take a few breaths, his brows furrowed again, and his cold hair stood up.

Coincidentally, he is not the only one in this dark alley. Hui Dong looked into the dark alley, his eyes couldn't help but widen, and his stomach was churning, and he was a little sick to his stomach. Wonderful book

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and there were four people standing in the dark alley. At the feet of the four of them, there were more than a dozen lean men in ordinary clothes and light armor who fell in a pool of blood, afraid that they had lost their breath.

Seeing that someone had arrived in the dark alley, the four of them couldn't help but look towards the mouth of the alley, and when they saw that it was just a teenager, the eyes of these four people showed disdain. In the eyes of one person, it is even more cruel. It was also this person who walked towards Hui Dong step by step.

Hui Dong saw this person clearly, the black scarf on his face covered his mouth and nose, and his body was also a light armor dominated by black, and the boots on his feet were tightened with strings, which was more conducive to galloping and leaping. Walking towards Huidong, the man stretched out his hands to the sides, I don't know if it came from the tight cuffs of his sleeves or somewhere else, the masked man already held two daggers more than a foot in his hands.

Hui Dong was about to leave, but in the pool of blood he heard a faint voice, it was not a human cry for help, it was the whimper of a little white milk cat. He could hear it, and so could the masked men, and one of the masked men walked towards the little white cat shivering in the corner with a thorn in his hand.

Hui Dong couldn't help frowning, and exclaimed in his heart that it was not good. His movements froze, and at this moment, the masked man with the dagger had already stepped in front of him. The dagger thrust forward, only to hear the sound of "bang", Hui Dong's eyelids couldn't help but move, and his figure flashed past the side of the masked man holding the dagger.

The masked man holding the dagger couldn't help but be surprised, he couldn't imagine that such a thin and inconspicuous young man could have such a figure. The masked man holding the dagger spun around, and the dagger in his hand shot out as a flying blade. And Hui Dong didn't look back, but he dodged one side of his body, and grabbed a dagger with his left hand. Then the dagger in his left hand was thrown, changed to his right hand, and he threw it vigorously, and the sound was like a shock, and the thunderous momentum shot out.

The masked man with the thorns could not have imagined that his companion would not clean up such a thin young man, and he was caught off guard, and it was too late to find out. His companion's dagger struck the back of his right hand, and if it weren't for the armor, he feared that he would have penetrated the palm of his hand.

Even though it didn't penetrate the palm of his hand, the dagger still pierced through the armor, nailing into the back of the masked man's hand with a stinger.

The masked man with the stinger just snorted, then turned his head sideways, his eyes fierce, and stared at Hui Dong deadly. This look was like a ghost, and Hui Dong couldn't help but shudder as he walked forward.

But life is at stake, and you can't be distracted.

Hui Dong picked up his speed and stepped on the side wall, a roundhouse kick that struck the masked man's ear and temple with the spike in his hand. The masked man with the spur in his hand had time to parry, and Hui Dong's instep had already kicked him. With just one kick, the masked man holding the thorns in his hand only felt that his eardrum was shattered, his eyes were dizzy, and he fell to the ground and passed out.

Although there are a few changes, everything happens in an instant. Before the other two masked men could make a move, their companions had already fallen to the ground. Seeing this thin young man's actions, he was afraid that his martial arts cultivation would be terrifying, and he showed his weapons one after another. But Hui Dong didn't mean to fight with these four masked men, but he saw his figure move, and he grabbed the back of the white cat's neck and planned to leave.

With a slight force, he couldn't help frowning, the reason why the little white milk cat didn't slip away was precisely because it couldn't slip away, the back half of his body was pressed by debris, and only two small front paws were left to pull around.

Before Hui Dong could remove the debris, a cold light suddenly stabbed in, it was a snow-bright silver spear. Hui Dong's figure flashed and dodged. The two masked men in front of him held two short spears in one hand, and in the other hand was a silver snake with a nine-section whip.

And the masked man who shot the dagger also walked over, and in his hands, he held two daggers again.

The three of them were besieged, and they were in a corner again, which was really an unbreakable situation.

As soon as Hui Dong stepped on the ground, a piece of wood flew up and was held in his hand. Hui Dong clamped his fingers, and the wood chip in his hand was broken in half, becoming a simple wooden thorn. Hui Dong pointed the wooden thorn at the masked man who had passed out on the ground, and looked at the other three with a fierce look in his eyes. Contrary to what Hui Dong thought, the three masked men seemed to completely ignore the life and death of their partners, and still pressed forward step by step, and surrounded Hui Dong.

Hui Dong's fingers clamped tighter, but in the end, he still didn't attack the unconscious masked man, and with a "bang", the wooden thorn in his hand shot out towards the masked man holding the dagger in the farthest distance. Immediately afterwards, Hui Dong stepped on the wall again, and when he reached the back of the masked man with the nine-section whip, he was about to kick the masked man with his legs, only to feel the cold attack again, and Hui Dong had to use a wonderful body technique to dodge again.

Fortunately, he stopped his hand in time, only to see that the silver spear in the hand of the masked man with two guns in his hand had already shot over, and it was nailed straight into the wall behind where Hui Dong was originally standing.

"Boy, when you go down to the Eastern Netherworld and see a ghost, it's all your own luck!"