"There are many similarities between whips and soft swords, they are both fast and accurate, ruthless and decisive. "It's not just your eyes that can predict the direction of the stones, but sometimes your sense of hearing is more important." ”

One by one, the stones flew towards the little beggar, and he raised the short whip in his hand, struck sharply, turned sharply, and pointed on the stone, and the little stone was immediately knocked away.

After more than a month of hard training, he finally found some ways, but most of them still relied on his eyes to see, and if he extinguished the fire reflected in the house, he would have to be beaten again.

During these days, the little beggar went to Dengsendai early in the morning, always dragging a tired blood-spattered body back, reading in the house in the afternoon, and whipping with the old flowers in the evening. Qingzhu watched the two of them practice in the courtyard every night, standing quietly aside with a wooden support, and a smile bloomed on his face.

In the competition of Dengxiantai, except for the strong man at the beginning, the other games were not so painful, after all, not everyone could bear the hot pain of his short whip. This also made the little beggar make some reputation in Dengxiantai, but it was only some, and many spectators were somewhat dissatisfied with his practice of being able to win against his opponent without bloodshed.

But the little beggar didn't care about these, he only remembered the sentence of the old flower and walked away, thinking that it was more about practicing real kung fu.

At this time, it was almost late autumn in Qiancheng, and the distant mountains had lost a lot of vitality, and the leaves of the trees had almost fallen off, bare, and the wind blew, leaving only the branches of the trees shaking on their own, no longer rustling.

"The little young master's kung fu is getting more and more powerful. Qingzhu smiled and handed the tea to the little beggar, and the old flower went back to the house without saying a word.

For more than a month, the little beggar was not so shy, and only scratched his head and laughed when he heard the words. Every day when he came back from Dengxiantai, he always got bloody, and Qingzhu helped him wipe it carefully, and the little beggar smiled in his heart, not knowing what it was like.

"It's time for the little young master to sleep, and he has to go to chivalry tomorrow morning. Qingzhu covered his mouth and smiled.

She had heard the little beggar talk about it, and then she understood what kind of place he had gone. Although she had never been there, she had heard of the viciousness and cruelty in it, so she only wanted to say that the little beggar was going to do chivalrous deeds, and the old people said that God would bless the kind and righteous people.

The little beggar nodded, and walked down after Qingzhu helped take off his clothes. These days have been very fulfilling, and the little beggar has even forgotten that this is the Bai family, and sometimes thinks that it would be great if this kind of life could go on forever, but he didn't dare to be greedy, and only put it in his heart.

Early in the morning in Qiancheng, the lively fireworks are rising, all kinds of shouting small vendors are endless, and the shopkeeper who solicits customers also recites an oil poem to the guests, which is calm but full of the taste of life.

There is not only one entrance to Dengsendai, so you have to avoid the sudden influx of too many people.

About the record of Dengxiantai, the little beggar has seen it in the books he read during this time, on the "strange scroll" given by Shushengzhai, Dengxiantai is ranked tenth, and the little beggar is a little incomprehensible, just by virtue of its killing ability?

In the morning of the last few days, Dengxiantai has been much more lively than before, everyone knows that there is a hairy boy who comes to fight every morning and leaves, the means are very powerful, but it does not harm people's lives, and even the people of the major families have paid a lot of attention.

But as soon as there were many people, many things began to surge in the venue, and some secret things wanted to be revealed, which can be predicted from the gradual increase in the number of spectators in that quiet area.

Lao Huahua saw all this in his eyes, but he didn't tell the little beggar. In the little beggar's opinion, as long as you play one game every day, you don't need to think about the rest.

"Lao Hua, do you think I will win today?" The little beggar's eyes lit up, after a month of fighting on the immortal platform, he was no longer as scared as he was at the beginning, and his ability to play the whip was also constantly improving in this, and he had a little bit of real kung fu.

Lao Hua didn't answer him, how did he know about this kind of luck, the reason why the little beggar had this question, but he always wanted to hint that he was going to bet on the crystal stone, but Lao Hua was unmoved.

Seeing that Lao Hua ignored him, the little beggar snorted lightly, glanced at it, and went down to the stands. If it weren't for the fact that his little beggar had no money, he would have made a lot of money a long time ago.

After making a record, he waited for a while, and then it was finally the turn of the little beggar, but when he first stepped on the Dengxian platform, his eyes suddenly widened. In the same way, the figure opposite him was also suddenly startled, but in the blink of an eye, he changed his expression.

Standing opposite the little beggar was a little boy, about his age, with endless hatred in his eyes lit up, faintly blood-colored scurry. I saw that the figure on the other side gritted his teeth in pain, and his face became much more hideous.

The little beggar recognized him the moment he saw him, although it was only a glimpse, but the figure buried in his chest with his mother crying in the remote courtyard suddenly jumped out of his memory.

The Bai family's treatment of the rest of the Sun family, the little beggar has never participated in it again, and has only heard about it from the mouth of the old man. Three hundred and twelve people were broken up into small families, changed their names, and distributed them in various places in Qiancheng, although the freedom was unlimited, but there were still people secretly watching.

Naturally, these things cannot be done seamlessly, and it is inevitable that rumors will be revealed, or some rumors will be deliberately exposed by the Bai family. They complied with the little beggar's decision, but it was the Bai family's business to settle the rest of the Sun family in the future.

All the families in Qiancheng heard about this, but they didn't make any movement, the tragedy of that night, and the deep hidden methods of the Bai family had to make them face the Bai family's actions with more unconventional thinking.

At this time, the little beggar looked at the average-sized Sun family kid opposite, and his heart suddenly hurt. Some things are hidden, it's not that they have forgotten, but they don't want to mention it, but once they are aroused, it hurts even more.

The boy was holding a short dagger, and for an ordinary person of this age, the sword dance was a bit difficult, but it was not as fast as the short dagger. The little beggar didn't move, his eyes were gloomy, but the villain on the opposite side rushed towards him viciously.

Raised his hand and took the whip, but his eyes were still full of struggle, and he violently slammed the short whip on the ground, splashing a lot of blood, and also beating the heaviness in the little beggar's heart.

The boy who rushed forward was startled, but then his expression sank again, and the blood in his eyes suddenly spread a lot, and he rushed towards the little beggar more and more fiercely.

Countless emotions were mixed together, and the little beggar was speechless, looking at the approaching figure, clicking on the pace and fleeing. After all, the boy of the Sun family couldn't outrun the little beggar, and the scene fell into a stalemate.

This is not the way after all, you can hide for a while, but you can't hide forever.

Do you admit defeat? Then it's not called Dengsendai. Since they have chosen to set foot here, everyone has done their own consciousness, either death or injury, they can die on the stage, and they can be removed from the stage, but they cannot step off the stage.

There are rules for ascending to Sendai.

There was a stalemate in the field, and there were continuous sighs outside the field, and the most boring thing was this kind of competition. Many people who had seen the ability of the little beggar did not understand why he was so hesitant to deal with a child, and many people in the quiet area also frowned, and there was an indescribable light beating in their eyes.

The little beggar was still hesitating, but a painful roar suddenly came out of the throat of the Sun family boy, as if something was cracking in the throat, and the hoarse roar was torn out, and the blood light in his eyes bloomed away.

The little beggar turned his head in shock, just in time to meet the bloodthirsty gaze that looked at him, his heartbeat seemed to pause several times, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

The little beggar didn't understand what was happening, but many people present saw it clearly, and many figures stood up from the quiet area, staring at the scene in disbelief, and there were overwhelming voices all around.

There were faint ripples in the blood accumulated on the ground, and there was an air flow that gathered in the direction of the Sun family's boy. The little beggar was still watching, and the figure that had never been able to catch up with him had rushed faster at this time.

The little beggar was suddenly startled, and seemed to be stunned, and only when the figure arrived in front of him did he have time to stagger a step, and the dagger pierced his left shoulder painfully, wringing his brows together.

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