Xia Wuwu walked from the alley in the thick of autumn colors into the dull and depressing gambling house, and the door behind him was immediately slammed shut, and the row of strong men quickly adjusted their positions and blocked in front of the door, with a serious expression, and their eyes were all coldly staring at the young man who walked in.

There are many skylights in the gambling house, and the gray black stone floor shines with square luster.

It also illuminated the stripped naked people on the long table in front of them, and the two people who were wailing hanging upside down.

"It's only right to repay debts!" a middle-aged man dressed in wealth and slightly chubby greeted him with a smile, "Xia Zhangjiao doesn't blame me, right?"

He slapped his palms and pretended to be angry: "Let you take care of the two young heroes of the Lang Sword Sect, why are you hanging upside down? ”

"Yes!" his men responded, but with a mocking smile on their faces, they slowly drew their knives and cut through the tight ropes.

Whew... The rope broke, and the two of them suddenly fell to the ground like onions, and smashed their heads against the hardwood tabletop.

Bang bang...

After the loud sound, the two people who had already been tortured fainted directly, and the newly broken wound in their heads was bleeding, staining the surrounding ground red.

Xia Wuwu was not angry, and suddenly put on a smile and said, "It is natural to repay debts. I just don't know if Boss Qian has any children?"

The rich middle-aged man smiled and said: "I didn't expect that the cheap name under Xia can also be like the ears of Xia Zhangjiao, and there are six concubines and seven babies in the next place." I can give birth, but I can't help it. ”

"Okay, tomorrow let the children all report to the Langjian Sect, the apprenticeship fee is five hundred taels of silver per person, a total of three thousand five hundred taels, and the three thousand owed will be deducted..." ”

The boss of Jinquan Gambling House was stunned for a moment, and his face suddenly fell, "The surname is Xia, you are teasing me?"

Xia Wuwu sneered: "You go outside and ask, Mawangfu, Fengming Restaurant, Jinxin Ranch... None of them paid five hundred taels of silver and obediently sent their heirs. Could it be that your boss can't afford to pay this apprenticeship fee?"

The rich and slightly chubby middle-aged man's face was cloudy, and he suddenly laughed loudly: "It is said that you Xia Zhangjiao is young, and he has superb means, turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands for rain. ”

He smiled and took a step forward: "Did you figure out the situation and run over alone?"

"Lone hero, die early, haha!"

Xia Wuwu squinted his eyes and said lightly: "I have changed my mind, now I not only want to pay seven apprenticeship fees, but also sell your life to you..."

But this sword is only a shell of the Wind Sword Technique, and it has become evil and extremely charming in the middle of the road.

Brush...

At this moment, a very inconspicuous green-shirted swordsman beside Boss Qian also suddenly took out his sword, and that sword was also extremely fast and accurate, but the target was not rescue, but Xia Wuwu's throat.

No matter how powerful a swordsman is, if he is stabbed to the core, he will die like a mortal.

Therefore, the green-shirted swordsman is very confident, and with the sword that surrounds Wei to save Zhao, the hairless boy will definitely dodge in embarrassment.

Then the next thing is to play with him, who let him not grow his eyes and kill people who shouldn't be killed? Shizun's nephew is also the head of a small sect in this small border town?

If you kill Zhang Kongyi, you need to use your head for a blood sacrifice, and you need your entire Langjian Sect to pay for it!

"Humph!" Xia Wuwu's figure suddenly became ethereal, and with one step, the extremely confident sword of the green-shirted swordsman actually missed, stabbing into the air and letting out a low sound.

"What!?" the blue-shirted swordsman was stunned, how could this be possible?

The next moment, Xia Wuwu had already put the sword on Boss Qian's neck, and his eyes flashed with Rui's sharp edge: "Quote the price yourself, how much is your life worth..."

"I..." Boss Qian's face suddenly cried, and he looked at the green-shirted swordsman as if he was asking for help, "Song Daxia, what's going on... Didn't you say okay, can you stop him?"

Xia Wuwu said coldly: "Think about it clearly, because I am usually not interested in cheap lives, and I will not show mercy." ”

His sword was suddenly handed forward, and a shallow blood mark was cut under the neck of the rich and slightly fat middle-aged man, which immediately caused a trembling howl.

A strong man in front of the door suddenly rushed over, holding a long knife in his hand, and surrounded the young man in the middle, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

But Xia Wuwu's face did not change, as if it was not a knife in the skylight.

At this time, the blue-shirted swordsman who pierced the air with the sword felt that his face was gloomy, but what could he do if this young man made such a move that did not follow the routine, and was the first reaction to being attacked not to return to the sword to block?

How dare he ignore himself? He doesn't know that if he doesn't escape, he will die?

Isn't he afraid of death?

His idea is that he will only be an ordinary swordsman, maybe he will be a swordsman who has mastered his moves, and even mastered some swordsmanship... But after all, he is a swordsman who can't reach the top.

The swordsman, draw the sword and live and die, the face does not change, what is the fear?

So, the swordsman in the green shirt decided to report himself, "Do you know who I am?"

Xia Wuwu ignored him, but slowly pulled the sword in his hand back and forth, and every time he pulled the blade of the sword, he would hand it forward a little, Boss Qian's neck had shrunk like a turtle, and then it would be a real head-cutting...

His face was already pale, and he didn't care what at this time, shouting: "One thousand taels, I'll give one thousand taels!"

"Less. The boy grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"Three thousand, three thousand!!, together with seven tuition fees, a total of six thousand five hundred taels of silver!" Boss Qian yelled, the hero does not suffer the loss in front of him, and he will talk about the matter in front of him first.

"Okay!" Xia Wuwu withdrew his sword, ignoring him anymore, he slowly walked in front of the fainted disciple, stretched out his foot and kicked twice, but the two of them did not react, and then probed his nose, his breath was like a gossamer but it was not broken.

"Save people first. He commanded lightly, and the boss Qian had already shrunk behind a group of shirtless strong men, and he didn't shout "Kill him", because the person who was talking at this time was the green-shirted swordsman, the disciple of the Hundred Swords Sect.

But the green-shirted swordsman's body trembled, and he shouted: "You dare to ignore me? Do you know that I am a disciple of the Hundred Swords Sect in Yunjin Great City, and my master is Zhang Dang, the famous "Red Maple Sword" in the rivers and lakes, and he is also the deputy gang leader of the Hundred Swordsmen!"

"I have a thousand disciples under the Hundred Swords Sect, which is far from being comparable to a small sect like you! You killed Zhang Kongyi, the nephew of Shizun, but you don't know the end of the world, so you quickly run for your life, and you are still here thinking about saving the disciples in the sect, it is really sad and ridiculous!"

"The frog at the bottom of the well, how do you know that the outside world has a wide sky?!"

He laughed loudly as he clenched his sword, ready to meet the young man's angry blow.

Anger, there will be flaws.

In this world, no one is an idiot, and even less so if he can be sent by the master.

Sure enough, the young man slowly turned his head, and he wondered, "Who is Zhang Kongyi?"

The green-shirted swordsman was furious in his heart, but he forcibly suppressed it and prompted: "Ma Wangfu..."

The young man thought about it for a while, and then showed a sudden look, he shrugged his shoulders, and seemed to sigh and said: "When I killed him, I really didn't know that he would be Zhang Daxia's disciple, but unfortunately the big mistake has been made, and it is impossible to redeem it." ”

He seemed to be really sorry and uncomfortable, "I can apologize to Zhang Daxia and pay some silver taels... Although money can't save the life of a promising young swordsman, it is also a piece of the heart. ”

The green-shirted swordsman didn't seem to expect that this young man who had just been extremely tough would be soft, and he was stunned for a moment.

Xia Wuwu took two steps closer and said sincerely: "So, okay?"

The green-shirted swordsman sneered, and said slowly and in a low voice: "Blood debt, natural blood payment, it's too late for you to be afraid now." ”

"Well, then I deeply regret it. ”

The next moment, Xia Wuwu's whole person turned into a ghost in the mortal dust, one step was nothing, two steps were ethereal, and the three-step person seemed to be still in the distance, but the sword was slightly low, but it had silently pierced the throat of the green-shirted swordsman.

He walked leisurely past the swordsman: "Since this is the case, it makes no difference if you kill one more or one less." ”

The green-shirted swordsman clutched his throat with a look of disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that there was such a strange sword in the world, and he didn't seem to believe that he would be killed by this young man's sword.

However, a thousand thoughts only turned into a distorted face and a look of fear, and he fell to the ground and died.

"Hahahaha..."Xia Wuwu raised his head and laughed, muttering to himself, "It seems that my Wind Sword Technique's style of 'stepping forward and slashing' has improved a lot. ”

Perhaps due to his residual power, the strong man was only holding the knife, and he did not dare to step forward as if he were facing a great enemy.

The young man walked to the door and slammed open the door of the Golden Spring Gambling House, and the golden light pierced through the door, and he turned his head, his face completely immersed in darkness.

"If one of my two disciples dies, prepare an extra 10,000 taels of silver for funeral expenses. ”

After that, he didn't stay any longer, didn't wait for a response, and turned around and left.

"Demon... Devil..."Boss Qian only found out that his pants were soaked at this time.