After a lapse of five or six days, when Xiao Qi'er and Lao Zhaohua came to Dengxiantai again, the atmosphere around them was still depressing and gloomy. Although the little beggar has been injured and recuperating for several days, the limelight about the whipping boy on the fairy platform has not weakened much, but is gradually brewing.

Soon it was the turn of the little beggar to play, and the appearance of the little beggar was not in the spotlight, after all, his lifeless style of play, the vast majority of spectators did not like it, but it also brought the attention of many people, especially that area.

Today's opponent is a middle-aged man, and the reputation of the little beggar in Dengsendai has made it impossible to ignore such a kid. But among ordinary people, in addition to the strong man like the first scene, there is also the little beggar himself who can't bear it, otherwise it will be difficult for anyone to escape his sharp short whip, but it is a matter of time for a stalemate.

This one is no exception.

"Let's go?" asked the little beggar who returned to the field after the fight, looking at the old man who was contemplating.

"Hmm. Although Lao Hua was contemplative, she faintly paid attention to the subtle movements around Dengsendai.

"Wait, if something happens, you go back to the Bai family first. ”

The little beggar who was about to step into the black portal heard the words of the old man, and suddenly sank, but his footsteps still followed him without a trace.

"You ......" The little beggar who reappeared in the alley wanted to ask something, but stopped talking.

"Can't die. I ran at the intersection in front of me, and someone followed. ”

"Is it much?"

Lao Hua didn't respond to him, but there seemed to be a sharp sword aura in the depths of his eyes, and even his own temperament became sharp.

Turn the corner, raise your foot and stomp on it.

As soon as the little beggar came out of the alley, he rushed out and galloped in the direction of the Bai family. Suddenly, the sound of a sword came from behind, and the herring iron piece on his wrist reflected a lot of light in the distance, and the pheasant moved.

The little beggar didn't look back, but he seemed to see it clearly, and after practicing hiding from stones for a long time, he could already see and hear many things clearly.

Suddenly, a sudden wind sounded, and a black-clad masked man rushed from the fork in the road ahead. The little beggar's eyes shrank, and he suddenly reversed direction, turned back, turned again, and ran into an alley.

In the past month or so that he has been in Sendai, Lao Hua has taken him back to the Bai family on a different path every time, and it seems that he has foreseen this day for a long time.

In the distance, there was the sound of many swords, soldiers and guns clashing, and the sound of heavy falling to the ground.

The sound of breaking wind behind him is approaching, since he can chase the little beggar, how can he not know his footwork skills?

The little beggar who fled in the alley didn't dare to go straight, and he drilled through the various paths, but leaned towards the direction of the Bai family little by little. But where is the person behind him easy to get rid of, he can always choose the most correct way to chase him, listening to the sound of the approaching wind, the little beggar's heart is also pinched.

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At this time, the sound of fighting in the distance was still there, and it did not stop, but in the chaos there were two people standing quietly, one in front and one slightly hunched behind.

"It's all arranged?" said the figure with his hands behind his back to look at the figure in the distance.

"All the families sent to them were stopped, leaving a gap. ”

"Hmm. ”

"However, we can't hide this matter in Qiancheng. ”

"It doesn't matter, as long as the results are achieved. The figure in front of him spoke slowly, and there was a sigh of vicissitudes in his tone, "Where is her?"

"Qingzhu's kid is very fine, he should have found it, but he didn't say it. Although she doesn't understand, she understands the big picture. ”

The man was silent for a long time when he heard this, and his eyes gradually narrowed, "The wind is blowing." ”

There was a late autumn wind, lifting the hair of the man in front of him, a strand floating in front of his forehead, he stood quietly and looked in a certain direction, as if he could see far away in the remote alley.

Those two people were Lao Hua and Bai Kan, surrounded by a sharp sword fight, the moves were fierce, sometimes even splashed blood, and the one who was at the bottom was beaten, except for not hurting his life, the rest of the injuries were not spared.

Bai Kan hunched over and looked at the figure in front of him, with a lot of memories in his eyes, and a lot of sadness. He has never seen the generation of people in front of him, but he has also heard that today's situation is inevitably regrettable and painful.

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At the moment when Lao Zhaohua and the little beggar stepped out of the alley, many places in Qiancheng were about to move in black at the same time, but they quietly disappeared, leaving only the mask chasing the little beggar.

The little beggar didn't understand why the figure behind him could keep chasing, at first he thought it was the smell of blood, but when he took off his robe and hurriedly threw it into another alley, he didn't notice that the black clothes chasing him had paused. Was it hearing? But he couldn't make much noise as hard as he could, but he couldn't dodge.

Running down is not an option, sooner or later you will be caught up!

The little beggar kept choosing the way, and there were many sharp pebbles quietly in his hands, listening to the wind behind him as he kept approaching.

It was too late, so he simply stopped running, and he suddenly turned to face the rushing figure. At this time, there is still a long way to go from the Bai family, and it seems that he can't get there.

The black clothes who rushed to the foot did not hesitate because of the little beggar's actions, and as soon as the sword light flashed, they came quickly.

With a flick of his arm, two stones suddenly shot out from between the little beggar's fingers, cut through the sound of breaking the wind, spun, and slammed straight towards the masked man's head.

When the black cloth saw the stones flying, he turned his hand and moved his knife, raised his knife, and slashed towards the flying stones. But before his knife touched the rubble, he saw the stone suddenly split up and down. The man suddenly turned the blade of the knife and went down, and the crisp metal sound "clanged" and intercepted, but the one that flew up was difficult to stop.

The masked man moved his toes on the ground, tapped, missed the stone sideways, paused slightly, hurriedly took another step, and hurriedly dodged the fierce whip that the little beggar was whipping at him at this time.

When the two stones flew out, the little beggar also moved, and only the first time could he be surprised, this was his only chance. Only by stopping the momentum of the black clothes first can there be a glimmer of life, which is what the little beggar understands in the fight of more than a month in the ascending Sendai.

After all, the black clothes are not mediocre hands, and after the two stones of the little beggar were briefly surprised, he reacted quickly, and slashed at the little beggar with a knife, cutting the surrounding air with a fierce aura.

The little beggar moved in his wrist, and hurriedly took the short whip and whipped it towards the blade, and there was a buzzing sound, but then the man suddenly noticed that another sharp stone was shooting towards him, and at the same time, the little beggar's short whip towards the blade suddenly circled, so that he couldn't pull the knife back for a while.

suddenly fell into a dilemma, the little beggar's kung fu in real combat is still better than that of black clothes, all of which have been imperceptibly accumulated over the years.

There was a flash of surprise in the black clothes' eyes, and a stream of air swept away from his body, but it contracted violently, and at the same time the stone bullet flew away, he also pushed the little beggar away for a distance and drew back the knife.

The little beggar's gaze suddenly became solemn, his chest was stuffy, and there was a lot of blood in his throat.

Break the Realm!

But the little beggar didn't notice the flash of light in the black-clothed man's eyes at this time, and his suddenly contracted pupils were slowly expanding, and he seemed to be a little relieved.

The scene suddenly fell silent, and both of them looked towards each other with solemn eyes.

The black clothes moved first, and with a footstep, the horizontal knife swept forward, and there was a whistling sound. The sharp sword swept away, and the masked man's anger was also aroused by a few stones from the little beggar.

As a broken realm, when has he ever been so embarrassed to deal with an ordinary person?

In the alley, there was a series of buzzing and breaking winds, short whips and broadswords, and even more elusive stones shot from a certain direction, forcing the black clothes to constantly resist.

The little beggar's eyes gradually flickered.

The masked man slashed at the little beggar again, but his pupils contracted suddenly, and he saw that the little beggar's short whip that was rushing towards the blade of the knife slammed and did not draw on the knife, but his blade was close to the little beggar's shoulder.

When the short whip was about to draw the blade, the little beggar shook his wrist and hurriedly hit the black shirt's chest.

The face of the black clothes suddenly tightened together, gritted his teeth in pain, and with a quick turn of his wrist, sweat hurriedly seeped out of his forehead, so that the knife only cut through a little beggar's skin, and he was relieved. At the same time as the knife was retracted and the lane changed, the air flow that had flashed on his body before was pushed violently, and he returned to his body again, and then slowly spit out the turbid air in his chest.

The little beggar was pushed away again, and the man's breath had not yet been exhaled, and his eyes shrank violently, and he tried to release the air flow again, but he couldn't do it immediately.

"Poof-" The stone entered the flesh, and the sharp stone quietly flew out of the beggar's left hand at the moment when the man in black changed the knife, and went around behind him, and when the air flow was withdrawn, it just pierced his right shoulder joint, and it sank deeply.

The masked man's arm stiffened suddenly, and he hurriedly retracted to his side, and the blood stained the large piece of clothing on his right back, and then ran down his arm.

He glanced at the little beggar deeply, but he didn't fight any more, and ran away.

At this moment, there is little point in fighting the little beggar again. He was not the only one who came to intercept the little beggar, but after so long and no one else had been seen, there must be a ghost. What's more, if he didn't use the suppression of the realm, he felt that he was not sure to take down the little beggar, but that power could not be moved.

The little beggar looked at the black clothes who were fierce and fierce at first, turned around and ran, frowning together.

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"Failed? None of them died?"

At this time, many big families in Qiancheng received a message almost at the same time, and all the black-clothed people sent to intercept the little beggar were blocked.

Of course, there is more than one family that intercepts the little beggar, but it is terrifying for all the families to be stopped.

"Bai family! it must be the Bai family!" the majestic man who stood had a frightened glint in his eyes, and there was a man in the hall who was also dressed in black kneeling on one knee to reply to the message.

"But what does the Bai family mean?" The majestic man couldn't understand why the Bai family acted so aggressively, but let go of all the people in black who acted?

Hei Yi failed to intercept it, felt that things had changed, and fled back. The man in black, who was kneeling on one knee, spoke.

The man only agreed, his eyes filled with deep confusion.

"I was also injured. ”

The majestic man suddenly turned his head and stared at the black-clothed man, how could it be!

The families in Qiancheng suddenly became a little chaotic, and many people frowned and did not dare to let go.

Bai family, what kind of medicine is sold in this gourd?

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