Qingfeng was talking about what had happened over the years in the house. At this time, there was the sound of horses' hooves outside the door, Jiahua stood up, walked to the door, and saw that there were dozens of black-clothed people riding horses running towards him.

"Qingfeng, did you dispose of those people's corpses just now?" Jiahua returned to the house and asked Qingfeng.

"Those people killed me and I was still on the road directly, what's wrong?" Qingfeng looked at Jiahua's serious face, stood up and asked. ”

"There are a lot of Nether Cult people here. Qingfeng, you can help me take care of some Qiuxi in the house later, and I will meet them when I go out. After Jiahua finished speaking, he stepped aside, took out a wooden knife, and prepared to walk out.

Qiu Xi sat on the bed, looked at Jiahua and said, "Jiahua, you have to be careful. ”

Jiahua glanced at Qiu Xi and nodded.

At this time, the people of the Netherworld Sect had already come to the small dilapidated house, and I saw a black-clothed man at the head of the group watching Jiahua walk out and shouting, "Did you kill those people on the road?"

Jia Hualiang raised the wooden knife in his hand and said with a smile: "What? Do you think my knife can kill people?"

The man in black looked at the wooden knife in Jiahua's hand, and was stunned for a moment, he found that the workmanship of this wooden knife was very exquisite, no different from the real knife, but this knife was made of wood.

"Come on, go in and have a look. The man in black raised his hand and motioned for the other two men in black behind him to enter the house and search.

Jiahua saw the two men in black, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, blocked the door of the small dilapidated house, looked at the man in black and said, "It's my insider, don't you go in like this?"

"I don't care who is in you?" Now that our people are dead, there is only your small room within a radius of dozens of miles, what's the matter? Are you afraid of our search?" the man in black pulled out the long knife at his waist and pointed at Jiahua and shouted.

"It's not that I'm afraid that you will go in and search, it's that I'm afraid that you won't have the life to go in and search. As soon as the words fell, I saw a cold light flash, and the two men in black fell directly to the ground, without breath.

"You.... Sure enough, it's you, someone who came and took him back. Before the man in black could see what was going on, he found that the two of them had died like this, and the man in black immediately decided that the person in front of him was the one who killed the person.

Jiahua looked at the man in black who was rushing towards him in front of him, clenched the wooden knife in his hand, and rushed over. Qingfeng looked at Jiahua outside the house in the house, and he could see the trick that Jiahua had just performed. Qingfeng didn't expect that in this year, Jiahua's knife skills had improved so much, and with just one knife, he killed the two black-clothed men just now.

At this time, Jiahua was shuttling back and forth among the black-clothed crowd, and the wooden knife in his hand had long been stained red with blood, but the wooden knife was still not cracked. As you can imagine, the material used in that wooden knife is extraordinary.

After a while, except for the man in black who was the leader, the rest of the men in black were all blocked by Jiahua with a knife and fell to the ground, without breath. Only the man in black was left looking at the scene in front of him, and his body trembled involuntarily.

"You.... Who are you?" I saw that the man in black was so frightened that he couldn't speak, and he didn't blame him, since he came to this desert, he had never seen such a good martial artist.

"Didn't I, didn't I say I was a murderer? Why don't I remember?" Jiahua smiled evilly and shook off the blood stains on the wooden knife.

"You...."Before the man in black could finish speaking, there was another cold light, and I saw the man in black holding his neck, blood flowing out of his hand, and he fell backwards with a frightened face and fell to the ground.

Jiahua looked at the corpses on the ground coldly, snorted coldly, and walked towards the house.

"Jiahua, what kind of knife technique are you? Qingfeng was also shocked by Jiahua's knife technique and asked.

"This knife technique is something I created over the past year, and I don't have a name. Jiahua looked at Qingfeng and said.

"I didn't expect it to be created by yourself, and the power is so amazing. Hey, Jiahua, this wooden knife in your hand is also chiseled by yourself?" Qingfeng asked as he looked at the wooden knife in Jiahua's hand.

Qingfeng knew very well that if he was to make an evaluation, this knife was based on the knife technique created by Jiahua, which was deeply loved by Qingfeng, and it also broke Qingfeng's understanding of the wooden knife pair.

"This knife? This knife is not a wooden knife. Jiahua looked at the knife in his hand and was a little surprised. How could such a sharp knife be a wooden knife.

"It's not a wooden knife, then your knife is..."Qingfeng asked in surprise.

"This knife I picked up in the desert, and although it looks like it is made of wood, it is no different from what we usually see. Jiahua handed the knife in his hand to Qingfeng.

"I'll just say it. How can it be a wooden knife, how can a wooden knife be so sharp, a knife to seal the throat, hahaha. Jiahua, I didn't expect you to get such a treasure. Qingfeng looked at the knife in his hand that looked like a wooden knife and smiled.

"Qingfeng, don't look at the rust on this knife so badly. He's no worse than your Canghai Knife. When I first picked it up, I thought it was just a wooden knife, so I brought it back, but then I accidentally cut my hand and realized that it was not a wooden knife. Jiahua recalled the original incident and laughed at himself.

"Does this knife have a name?" Qingfeng asked.

Jiahua shook his head and said, "I picked up this knife, even if it has a name on it, the rust on it covers the blade, and the name must be on it." But I couldn't get the rust off no matter how I got it, so I just didn't get it and let it be. ”

Qingfeng looked at the knife full of rust in his hand, and suddenly, he thought of a way, looked at Jiahua and smiled: "Jiahua, I have a way." ”

When Jiahua heard this, he suddenly became interested and asked, "What way?"

Qingfeng smiled: "Recast." You can remove the rust on the knife body. ”

Before he finished speaking, he saw Jiahua running outside the house, rummaging around, and finally found a hammer in a corner, looked at Qingfeng and said, "Let's go, let's try." ”

The two men walked outside the house, lit the fire in the clearing, and threw the rusty knife into the fire. After a while, I saw that the blade of the knife was red, Jiahua grabbed the handle of the knife, pulled the knife out of the fire, put it in place, and picked up the hammer is a fierce knock.

"When~When~When~" The hammer struck the blade of the knife with a crisp sound. I saw that the rust on the body of this knife was really like what Qingfeng said, and it gradually disappeared. Jiahua looked at the knife in his hand with a cold light on his face, so he was not excited. Baidu: Read the latest chapter of "Moyi Pavilion Jiezhong Literature" for free for the first time.