Even if he suffered the pain of a broken leg before, he just snorted, but after being hit on the forehead by the middle-aged scribe, his consciousness was tortured by a hundred ghosts, but his willpower collapsed, he knew that the person who could perform such an evil torture must be a vicious and abnormal person with no bottom line, and he would inevitably kill him later, hoping that his answer would make him find the wrong direction.

Therefore, he quickly said, "This person is only sixteen years old after the New Year, and he has already opened the second order. He is the most talented person in the history of the Zhao family. ”

The middle-aged scribe's mind flashed to the young man he saw on the second floor of the hotel that day, and he wondered if it was him.

When his thoughts flashed, he secretly exclaimed, "Not good." "It's too late to stretch out your hand.

It turned out that Zhao Qingyan used his remaining strength to bite hard, and he had already committed suicide with his tongue broken.

The middle-aged scribe's face changed, he couldn't imagine that there was such a loyal person in the Zhao family, he originally thought that after getting an answer, he would still let Zhao Qingyan suffer the same torture as before, but he didn't expect him to be so decisive.

He smiled wryly: "You can kill yourself, but I can't." ”

"Hmph, this kind of news, do you think that others are as loyal to the Zhao family as you are?"

The middle-aged scribe gently withdrew from this courtyard, and came to the courtyard next door where the teacher lived, where lived another teacher, named Zhao Liguo, but this person was not so decisive, under the means of the middle-aged scribe, he said everything he knew and said it cleanly, and finally although he desperately begged for mercy, he still did not escape the poisonous hand of the middle-aged scribe.

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Early in the morning, Zhao Dongli woke up and had breakfast, and then prepared to go to Xishan.

As the New Year draws closer, the streets have begun to sell items such as red lanterns and couplets to celebrate the New Year, and clothing stores along the street are already piled up with new clothes and are dressing up in the shops to prepare for the upcoming purchases.

When Zhao Dongli walked through and ran towards the outside of the city, he saw that the city began to be filled with a New Year's atmosphere, and he couldn't help but stop.

New Year's is supposed to be a time for families to reunite and celebrate the new year.

Zhao Dongli suddenly felt a little bitter in his heart, and it seemed that he couldn't go back to his original home. And I thought that the home in my heart, but my fiancée was taken away. He still had no clue how to find it.

It's like walking through a labyrinth, not knowing where the road ahead is, whether you're just entering a dead end.

As he walked, he was immersed in his emotions, but he didn't know that a scarred bald head was looking at him maliciously.

Yan Xuetu squinted his eyes and said secretly: "This kid has actually reached the second order of enlightenment at a young age, but he looks defenseless, he is just an inexperienced little ghost, and when he is outside the city, it will be easy to start." Thinking of this, he looked and chased after him. For this task, Yan Xuetu thought that he was on vacation, a junior of a family who had no experience in the rivers and lakes and whose strength was below him, how could he be compared to a person like him who had broken out of thousands of rivers and lakes.

After a while, the two of them left the city with their front and back feet, and Zhao Dongli was not aware of it at first, but when he began to turn into the mountain road leading to Xishan, it was sparsely populated, and Yan Xuetu, who was following behind him, became conspicuous, and he knew that he was being targeted.

At this time, Yan Xuetu's malice towards him was undisguised, because the road was narrow at the moment, and Zhao Dongli could either move forward or retreat, and there was no third way.

Zhao Dongli rushed to the mountain, thinking about whether there were any enemies in the Zhao Mansion, and thinking about it, Zhao Zhendi was the only one.

"Boy, don't run!" Seeing Zhao Dongli speeding up, Yan Xuetu did not follow, but used light skills and accelerated towards Zhao Dongli, wanting to intercept Zhao Dongli.

Zhao Dongli rushed to the mountain with light work, and secretly regretted that he was too careless. Thinking that he was in the territory of the Zhao family, he lost his vigilance, so that he was in danger, he looked back, and the person chasing him looked fierce, burly, and ran like a car, splashing snow and flying everywhere.

He reminded himself that he must be careful next time, while estimating, the other party rushed up quickly, if he didn't want to run until he was powerless and lost his ability to resist, it was better to take a risk, there might be a chance.

Thinking of this, Zhao Dongli stopped, turned around and faced Yan Xuetu, but at this time he was halfway up the mountain.

Yan Xuetu saw that Zhao Dongli had stopped, so he slowed down his pace and shouted, "Little ghost, why don't you run?"

Zhao Dongli has little experience in fighting, he was an ordinary person in his previous life, and he has been practicing since he came to Great Xia, when he was in Zou County, it was just a small county town, and there was no conspiracy to fight openly and secretly, and it was the same when he arrived in Zhao Mansion, but he didn't expect that someone would deal with him now. But after all, as a human being in two lives, many things can be understood when you think about it.

Zhao Dongli held the knife in his hand and said, "Zhao Zhendi sent you, right?"

When Yan Xuetu reached Zhao Dong far away from his body, he stopped, he raised his hands, clenched his fists, and under the concentration of internal force, his fists looked at Zhao Dongli two big, and the fists showed that there was a bronze-colored luster flashing.

Zhao Dongli knew at a glance that the person who came was good at kung fu in his hands, and these two fists smashed down, it is estimated that they are like two boulders, if they are hit in the body, they will vomit blood at least and die at worst.

Yan Xuetu waved these bronze fists and sneered, "The little ghost's head is inverted. Zhao Zhendi, that kid asked me to break your legs!"

Zhao Dongli pursed his lips and said, "Sure enough, it's him!"

Yan Xuetu divided his feet, raised his fists high, slightly divided on both sides, and pounced on Zhao Dongli, shouting: "But I want to smash you to death under my Yan Xuetu's iron fist today." “

He strode forward, step by step, bringing up the soil and snow like a plow, his fist was like a meteor, and in the blink of an eye, he smashed down Zhao Dongli's head. Looking at this punch, if it is smashed, maybe the brains will be beaten out.

When Zhao Dong was distracted, he took a step back, raised his knife and swept it, and the blade was aimed at Yan Xuetu's wrist.

Yan Xuetu smiled contemptuously, but he didn't dare to use his bare hands to fight against the blade, his left hand turned into a fist, slapped the side of the knife blade with one palm, and his right hand changed to smash his head to hit straight at the middle acupoint of Zhao Dongli's chest.

And his momentum remains unchanged, and his fist is close to Zhao Dong's less than an inch.

Zhao Dongli could already feel the energy gushing out of Yan Xuetu's right fist from his chest, stabbing his chest painfully, just the fist wind was so violent, if it was a punch, he would inevitably be seriously injured and lose the strength to resist.

Zhao Dongli suddenly withdrew the knife, made a banqiao gesture, leaned backwards, and stabbed forward at the same time.

Yan Xuetu's left palm followed like a shadow, and then it was clenched into a fist, smashing towards the back of the knife, and after the right fist was straightened, he twisted his wrist and fell towards Zhao Dongli's heart.

Zhao Dong was cold, this severe blood slaughter move was fatal, and he really wanted to kill him, but this time it was impossible to be good.

He fell straight into the snow, and at the same time kicked out two kicks like lightning, one kick up, kicking Yan Xuetu's lower yin vital point, and the other kicking Yan Xuetu's right fist.

Smack, bang!

Yan Xuetu smiled fiercely, slapped his left palm on the back of the knife, and dissolved Zhao Dongli's knife, its momentum remained unchanged, and one palm slapped on one of Zhao Dongli's feet. The right fist hit the sole of Zhao Dongli's other foot.

Yan Xuetu took a step back, while Zhao Dongli snorted, his mouth hurt, and he almost couldn't hold the knife, while his body fell to the ground and slid backwards a foot away, making a mark on the snow.

Yan Xuetu opened his big mouth and laughed three times: "The little ghost has a good reaction, I like to torture and kill geniuses like you who haven't grown up yet." ”

Zhao Dongli felt that the breath in his body was shaken by the tyrannical internal force of Yan Xuetu, and he was slightly unstable, and the flesh and blood tissues on both feet had been broken, and the bones were painful.

He secretly said in his heart that it was not good, if he only went back and forth, he would be slightly injured, and if he continued to fight, he really had to explain here.

Although Yan Xuetu's moves are simple, but because they are simple and terrifying, they are all martial arts that he has tempered in countless battles, his fists and palms change freely, and the other party has opened his eyes and ears, he is a fourth-order martial artist, his body is strong and strong, and his fist is strong and powerful, if it weren't for Zhao Dongli's star power infusion, his qualifications have improved by leaps and bounds, not only has his physical potential increased greatly, but after entering the realm of enlightenment, this potential is gradually developing.

In particular, the star power infusion body made Zhao Dongli's thinking lively and quick response, although he did not have the terrifying combat instinct formed by Yan Xuetu's thousands of tempers, but he had a delicate heart, which made him improvisable, so that he would not let himself expose obvious flaws in the moment of life and death, so that he died.

Zhao Dongli was a little anxious, although he had no obvious flaws, but in the current situation, he couldn't use the tricks on the "Cloak Knife Technique".

Yan Xuetu has taken the lead, and Zhao Dongli can only deal with it passively.

After all, the other party is an old Jianghu who has entered the fourth order of the enlightenment realm for several years, and Zhao Dong has not been a few days away from entering the second order of the enlightenment realm, and there is a considerable gap in the practice of martial arts.

The moves on the "Cloak Knife Method" can't be unleashed at all, but can only parry like a conditioned reflex, and use the parts of your whole body that you can resist.

Yan Xuetu and Zhao Dongli fought on this snow, after every parry, Zhao Dongli gradually felt that his skeleton was about to fall apart, his body was swollen and painful, his arm was sore and full of bruises, and the right hand holding the knife had already cracked, and blood was dripping on the snow. At the same time, his legs gradually became numb.

When Zhao Dongli was parrying, he would rather let his body suffer a little bit of injury than dare to lose the knife in his hand.

This knife was given by Zhao Xueqing, made of stainless steel, although it is not a treasure knife, it is also very sharp and hard. If it weren't for Zhao Dongli's knife, Yan Xuetu would have been able to smash through Zhao Dongli's defenses with just his fists and smash him into pulp.

But if he continued to fight, he could no longer hold on. Zhao Dongli smiled bitterly in his heart, not knowing if it was too late to escape again.

In fact, Yan Xuetu was also surprised by Zhao Dongli's tenacity and tenacity, he already had the lives of many second-order martial artists in his hands, and with the suppression of the realm, he could defeat many martial artists with simple and direct fists, even the core disciples of the family and the big gang.

Because most of the exercises of the family and the big gang are cumbersome and require a long time of practice to exert their power, at first, if he was in the second order of enlightenment, he was confident that he could defeat the core disciples of most families and big gangs, not to mention that he was now in the fourth order of enlightenment.

But if the core disciples of the family and the big gang entered the fourth order of enlightenment, when they were at the same level as him, the power of their martial arts would be reflected, and they would be able to suppress or even kill him. This is the experience gained by Yan Xuetu after working the rivers and lakes for more than ten years and fighting hundreds of battles, but now this experience has failed.

However, I will have to lose my strength in a while, and the death of this little ghost will come soon. Yan Xuetu smiled fiercely, his fists in his hands did not stop, and he continued to attack.