(A good weekend is used to write materials for the leader, I feel that I am about to be promoted and raised to marry Bai Fumei to the peak of life, please allow me to vent my joy in this chapter!)

Since the green forest of Jianzhou is known as the sword forest, the mountains inevitably have no other signs, and it is extremely prosperous to fight swords among the martial artists of Jianzhou, and it has always paid attention to the sword without regrets, regardless of death or injury.

The easiest way for a newcomer to get ahead is to trample the famous predecessors under his feet. There is only one thing, since you have taken this path, you must not refuse the same challenge from others. If this newcomer's backstage is not strong enough, he will inevitably fall under the continuous challenges of his predecessor's family.

Even if this layer is removed, Liu Tugou is still not qualified to challenge. The reason is very simple, the second master is a swordsman. Challenging the swordsmen of Jianzhou with a sword is tantamount to provoking the entire sword forest, and they will definitely be attacked by a group.

Liu Tugou glanced at the list of people who had not applied for the job, and was about to turn around and return to the hotel where he was temporarily staying, he came out today just to see the customs and customs of the streets of Jianzhou, which was confirmed by the record of "Mountains and Rivers", and saw that the people on the street were flocking to the city gate before following to see the excitement.

There was a sudden commotion in the crowd in the rear, and a big man squeezed in, shouting as he squeezed back: "Jianzhou claims to have 100,000 swordsmen, how can there be no one today?

Liu Tugou looked back and cheered in his heart.

I saw that the strong man's face was white and pure, his eyebrows were clear, but his body was very abnormal, and his body was extremely tall and strong, much stronger than the burly man in Pei Dongting.

His arms are always as thick as the waist of a scholar surnamed Lu, not to mention the broad shoulders and rock-like bulging chest muscles, and he directly propped up an originally very elegant white brocade robe, not at all like a scholar, and his clothes must be more like a butcher than the second master.

His shout obviously offended the anger of the public, Jianlin Haojie couldn't stand the provocation of others, and at that moment a person jumped out of the crowd, stood in the open area and snorted angrily: "Where did you come from? Come on, come on, let you see if I have a kind of Jianzhou people!"

The scholar and the strong man rolled his eyes, pulled the collar that was a little tight, and squinted at the swordsman who challenged him and said with a smile: "I have heard that the people of Jianzhou like street fighting, and the scene is as tragic as it is, but today I want to see it!"

With a wave of his muscular arms, he pulled aside the idlers who were watching the bustle in front of him, and rushed towards the swordsman with menacing might.

Liu Tugou sighed, looking at the heavy footsteps of this strong man, he turned out to be a scholar who did not have the slightest cultivation, and was he really just a scholar?

The swordsman was also stunned, embarrassed to bully the strong scholar unarmed, and did not use his sword at the moment, but raised his foot and kicked the opponent's lower abdomen.

The strong man scholar did not dodge or dodge, and took a kick hard, and a big footprint immediately appeared on the white brocade robe.

He slapped himself in the air, and with a slap he knocked the swordsman out of the air, knocking out several of the swordsman's molars!

The slap of the white-faced strong scholar is really terrifying, Liu Tugou grinned, the second master of the heart said that he was lucky to build a foundation only after nine deaths and a lifetime of bloodletting every day, and he didn't necessarily have such great strength at that time, it was really more popular than people!

The swordsman who said that he wanted to let the strong man see if there was a kind of swordsman in Jianzhou was annoyed and angry, and he turned over and got up, and he was going to draw his sword immediately.

The strong man's eyes widened, and he strode forward to catch up, and he kicked out like he had done before learning from the swordsman.

He is really tall, two heads taller than the swordsman, and this kick is not a kick to the lower abdomen, but a real heartwarming kick!

The unlucky swordsman was kicked in the center of the mouth, spurting out a mouthful of hot old blood, and flew upside down with a bang.

didn't wait for him to land, but he was caught up by the strong man relentlessly, grabbed the collar and slammed it down!

With a thud, the swordsman fell to the ground face on the ground, motionless like a dead man.

Countless people in the crowd gasped.

The white-faced strong scholar stood up abruptly, stretched out his toes to gently pick up the swordsman's body, and turned the other party over.

He put his finger on the tip of the swordsman's bloody nose, his face relieved, and his fan-like palm slapped on his chest, and there was a thud.

The murderer seemed to have palpitations, and said happily: "Fortunately, I didn't die, I almost had to be tortured by you to go to prison, I think I'm a weak scholar, where can I endure the pain in prison?"

Everyone couldn't help but fall down when they heard this, this murderer looked like a very brainless reckless man, but he didn't expect that he would have a bad stomach and beat people half to death and beat him upside down.

The swordsman seems to be vulnerable, but in fact, he also has the cultivation of building a foundation, and he is quite famous among the local rangers, otherwise he would not have come out of nowhere. Although it looks very miserable at the moment, there is really no worry about life.

Since he is the head snake of Jianzhou, it is impossible for him to be alone, and at that moment, five swordsmen dressed similarly jumped out of the crowd, drew their swords and rushed towards the strong man, all with angry expressions.

The eldest swordsman said angrily: "The thieves are rampant! If you hurt someone, you still want to take advantage of your tongue, do you really deceive me No one in Jianzhou?"

Iron swords are cold, and none of them are mediocre hands.

Seeing this, the strong man sneered, turned his head and ran.

He was very cunning, and did not flee out, but ran to crowded places, and ran like a wild bull, so that everyone fled one after another.

As long as you run to the root of the city wall, you are not afraid that these people will dare to shout and kill in front of the border army. Things happened too suddenly before, and the chief was blocked by layers of people, and it was really beyond his reach. Before he could do anything, the early swordsman had been knocked to the ground with a palm and a kick.

Liu Tugou's eyes suddenly became empty, and the white-faced strong man rushed straight over, and the place he passed was full of mourning.

The second master grinned, and did not dodge, but just raised his hand and handed out a paw lightly, the gesture was indescribably gentle and lazy.

The white-faced strong man smashed it with a fist without saying a word, and shouted in his mouth: "If there is really someone who is not afraid of death, give your grandfather death!"

The muscles on his arms bulged suddenly, almost breaking through his sleeves, and the huge fist was endowed with an extremely terrifying momentum, and it slammed into the tips of Liu Tugou's claws!

It's just that in the next moment, his huge body that rushed forward violently suddenly changed from extreme movement to extreme quiet, and the whole person was killed in mid-air by the claw of the young man in front of him.

There was an exclamation in the crowd, and several swordsmen who were following the pursuit stopped their steps, staring at the young man in sackcloth who was standing on the ground, with a look of confusion mixed with a little horror on his face.

The white-faced strong man snorted, took advantage of the situation to press down his heavy body, and smashed his empty left fist into the five fingers with a strange flush under the right fist.

Liu Tugou smiled, flicked his fingers, crossed a trace of slaughtering knife energy, and at the same time flew up with a kick, and gave this guy a beautiful heart-warming kick according to the gourd painting!

This foot is extremely dexterous, not at all like the strong man's wild bull stepping on the mountain, but reminiscent of the picture of a rabbit kicking an eagle in the wild grass on the prairie.

The white-faced strong man was really like a huge fat eagle, kicking the Mai boy into the sky.

The onlookers were dazzled, looking up at the white-faced strong man flying higher and higher, rising two or three feet before stopping castration, and then slammed into the ground again, falling into a dog eating.

It's just that this guy was not half-dead like the swordsman, but immediately struggled to get up, and his face was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans in addition to blood.

He wiped his face, wiped himself into a big flower face, and glared: "Boy, what kind of demon method are you?"

The second master patted the slaughtering knife on his waist and grinned: "There are two great skills in my life, one is the slaughtering dog god claw, you have already tasted it just now, and the other is the pig killing magic knife, which is ten times more powerful than the god claw, are you afraid?"

The white-faced strong scholar slapped his thigh and shouted, "It's amazing! Hero, I want to worship you as a teacher!"