A young man who speaks wildly, and works hard for the country. Looking at Chunsheng's appearance, Urging Han Feng did not have the slightest ridicule from the bottom of his heart, and felt that this young man was good, and Bai Ling's vision was not bad. Naturally, if this young man can grow up, to the age of twenty-five or six, nearly thirty, I am afraid that he will be a rare general in Daye.

But, after all, it's all if.

The black-cloaked man walked out slowly out of nowhere, and instead of looking at him, he was not grateful, but complained a little: "Aren't you leaving?

The black-cloaked man was accustomed to the cold words of the cold wind, and he was not angry, and replied, "Come back and hit you." ”

Hearing the words of the black-clothed cloaked man, Urging Cold Wind was a little puzzled, and looked at the black-clothed cloaked man with a puzzled face.

The tone of the black-clothed cloaked man remained unchanged, and he still had no sadness or joy, and said: "Lizard hunter Wu Ziqian, the flower goods that were robbed are not disaster silver. ”

Hearing this, the urging cold wind couldn't help but widen his eyes and look surprised. The lizard hunter Wu Ziqian robbed the disaster silver is a reward order issued by the inner government, and now this guy actually said that Wu Ziqian did not rob the disaster silver.

Knowing that the cold wind would be puzzled, it was surprised, the black-clothed man smiled, and then said: "But you didn't kill him unjustly, although what he robbed, although it was not silver, but a convoy of stones." These stones are produced in Thousand Stone City. ”

"Is it a mine?"

The man in the black cloak nodded, and smiled again, this time with a somewhat playful laugh, as if waiting for the show to begin.

Seeing the two of them there, Chunsheng couldn't help frowning, and the ten fingers of his hands were loosened and clenched again, and his fists were clenched. Without saying anything, his body moved again, and he punched the black-cloaked man. What a figure in the black-cloaked man, his figure moved, and disappeared in front of Chunsheng's eyes. Chunsheng missed a punch, raised his head and kicked a roundhouse, and sure enough, this kick did not miss.

Although it didn't fail, it didn't hurt the black-cloaked man either. The black-clothed cloaked man and Chunsheng were foot-to-foot, and in terms of strength, Chunsheng lost three points after all.

The strength is not as good as people, Chunsheng couldn't help being kicked away, and Chunsheng took advantage of this strength, his body flew back two or three feet, and then a backflip landed steadily. The black-cloaked man stood straight in place, looking windless and rainless. As for Chunsheng, his right foot was a little numb, and it was obvious that the strength of the black-clothed cloaked man's kick was really terrifying.

Chunsheng's right foot exerts force, and at the same time, the warm current of Qi continues to gush out to soothe the meridians of the right leg and right foot. But the kick of the black-clothed cloaked man was really powerful, and Chunsheng could only be soothed slightly, and he couldn't make his pain and numbness completely dissipate.

The black-clothed cloaked man slowly walked over to Chunsheng, who couldn't help frowning again, and clenched his fists tighter. The creed of the man in the black cloak, cut the grass and eradicate the roots, but he can kill by mistake and do not let go. Since Chunsheng has a certain threat to the cold wind, it is the best policy to kill today to prevent future troubles.

The black-cloaked man shot several ghost darts again, dealing with hidden weapons, as long as his eyes were quick and his hands were quick, Chunsheng would only think that this thing was really a child's toy. At this time, he didn't catch it, and directly put his iron fist on Hui Dong and knocked down these ghost darts. When the black-clothed man saw Chunsheng's appearance, he couldn't help but feel funny, and there was another "bang" sound, and he shot out more than a dozen ghost darts again.

But helplessly, no matter how he sped up his speed and increased his strength, his ghost dart would eventually be shot down by Chunsheng, and even pinched after being caught. The black-cloaked man was not surprised by Chunsheng's hand speed and eyesight, he was surprised that his ghost dart could not penetrate or hurt Chunsheng's iron hand.

Since the secret weapon is useless, then treat it with fists and feet. The man in the black cloak walked as fast as an arrow, and his starting hand was a flying knee. This knee attack was ferocious, and Chunsheng could see it clearly, but he was powerless to resist. The iron fist swung out and struck directly into the knee of the black-cloaked man. If the knees are ordinary, the bones should be directly shattered, but this black-clothed cloaked man obviously has amazing armor at the knee position.

The fists and knees slammed into each other, making a loud sound like striking iron, and then, Chunsheng's body couldn't help but take a few steps back again. This time, his right arm was also a little numb, but the ten fingers of his fist were loosened and clenched again, and it seemed that there was no major problem.

The black-clothed cloaked man didn't intend to leave Chunsheng with any resistance left, and kicked over again and again, this leg method was windy, whirring. Compared with the fist rain pear blossom, the legs of this black-clothed cloaked man are like meteors falling.

After all, Chunsheng is young, and he loses in terms of cultivation and experience. The black-cloaked man kicked Chunsheng again and again, each kick was painful, as if he had been directly hit by a siege vehicle. On several occasions, Chunsheng couldn't even stand up.

Life and death have life, if a person wants to die, he can also die by drinking water, but before death comes, the machete will break its blade by itself when it falls. The black-clothed cloaked man flew on his knees again, but his body was still in the air, whether it was the black-clothed cloaked man, or the cold wind, he couldn't help but move his eyelids, and his heart exhaled, which was not good.

A figure rushed over like a bull, and it was an iron mountain against the black-clothed cloaked man, directly knocking this guy who was extremely energetic before. Keyuan

The black-cloaked man was also adjusted when he was hit, and he unloaded a lot of the impact force of this brute bull. But even though a lot of strength has been removed, the strength shown by this bull-like guy is still amazing and terrifying. The black-cloaked man was knocked out and flew nearly five feet, and when he landed, his right arm, which was mainly hit, was still trembling slightly.

The black-cloaked man stared at the brute bull-like figure that suddenly appeared. This person is nearly one tall, with rough and dark skin, and is full of horizontal flesh, and his belly is protruding as if he is bursting his clothes. The head was also fleshy, and even the flesh on the face had squeezed the eyes into a slit.

The tall, fat, black-skinned boar who stood up squinted and grinned at the black-cloaked man urging the cold wind. Someone came to open the building, didn't he go from the black-clothed cloaked man to urge the cold wind to say, he asked Chunsheng with concern: "Chunsheng, are you hurt?"

"Brother Hailong, this guy is amazing, he moves like a ghost, and his strength is amazing. ”

Hearing Chunsheng's simple words, the big black fat man known as Big Brother Hailong couldn't help but open his eyes slightly, but his eyes were so big, even if he opened them hard, it would make people feel that his eyes were squinting.

Seeing that the black-clothed cloaked man had suffered a loss, he also asked, "Is it in the way?"

The black-clothed cloaked man would not let the urging cold wind worry, and shook his head, but how he urged for hundreds of years to make Qi flow, this right arm was still unconscious. If Fang Cai didn't have the dexterity to unload his strength, he was directly hit by this tall black fat man, and I don't know if one arm would be directly wasted.

"Don't just know how to care about people!"

A voice came, urging the cold wind to frown, and then his body instinctively rolled backwards. Before she left, a dark shadow fell from where she had been standing, and smashed her fist on the stone slab. There was a loud bang, and the stone slabs on the ground were smashed.

It seems that there is another black and chubby guy in the original position of the cold wind. The dust and smoke cleared completely, and the man slowly stood up. His appearance is somewhat similar to the tall black fat man before, but this person is half a head taller than the previous tall black fat man, and he is also fat, his skin is generally rough and dark, and his eyes are like squinting into slits, and he can't open them. If it is really different, except that it should be taller, that is, this person has a full beard, and his naked upper body is also covered with a thick layer of chest hair.

"Xiao Chunsheng, these two people, what do you say?"

Hearing the black-haired fat man ask, Chunsheng's voice was resentful, and he replied: "Big Brother Batian, that little white face is the murderer who killed Wu Ziqian." The man in the black cloak has a knack, be careful. ”

A sea dragon and a tyrant, the names of these two tall black fat men also have some meaning.

Urging the cold wind to shine the dagger, holding it in his hand, his eyes were fierce, and he asked, "Who is coming!"

Hearing the other party's inquiry, the two tall black fat men stood together, both with their hands crossed in front of their chests. From a distance, it really looks like a standing black blind man and a standing black boar.

"The horse is new across the white jade saddle, and the moonlight is cold on the battlefield. The sound of the iron drum at the head of the city is still vibrating, and the blood of the golden knife in the box has not dried up!" The black-haired fat man finished reciting the poem in a strong and loud voice, and then continued, "The eighth battalion of the pioneer of the cold city, Qiu Batian!"

After Qiu Batian reported to his home, the tall black fat man also said in a high-pitched voice: "The Eighth Battalion of the Pioneer of the Cold City, Qiu Hailong!"

"Qiu Batian!"

"Qiu Hailong!"

The surname of these two people is Qiu, thinking of the surname of Hancheng, the black-clothed cloaked man couldn't help but feel interesting, and he also understood why these two tall black fat men had such strength.

In this world, the cultivation of martial artists relies most on the source of Qi in the body. But there is such a family in the cold city, and this family cultivates and concentrates on physical cultivation. If we talk about the realm of martial arts, the realm of the contemporary head of the Hu family seems to be just two poles.

The black-clothed cloaked man carefully looked at the pair of brothers surnamed Qiu, and sure enough, the martial arts realm of these two brothers was only two poles. Sure enough, it's a monster that can only be cultivated by the copper-skinned and iron-bone enemy.