But Xia Wuwu never thought of himself as a hero, because heroes can't reach the end, and there are countless obstacles in front of heroes, overlapping, and even making him deviate from his original intention.

Xia Wuwu's view is very simple, starting from his own situation and ending with his goal.

Between two points, the straight line is the shortest.

Anyone who can make this straight line, whether it's a tool or a person, he can use it.

Hypocrite?

It's just a title, he can do it, he can do it, he can do it, as long as he can achieve his goal.

Reach the pinnacle of the strongest... At least after going out, he slaughtered the general manager of the Liangzhou Road march first.

Ten years of hard work, this is not enough!

Some people may think that this safety, this insurance, at least the least risk, plus the system, may not be impossible.

But hard work behind closed doors doesn't lead to anything, like an ostrich who thinks it's safe to hide his head in the sand, just like a genius who thinks highly of himself thinks he can get through everything.

It is also not possible to rely on the system, the strong are strong, and it is the people who are strong, not the system. What's more, he felt that whether it was the system's "dual personality" or the White Emperor City, it was all weird.

And these are just excuses to avoid adventure.

A swordsman who has lost his sharpness must also be extremely sluggish in his sword.

Or some swordsmen think that they should enter from the main gate generously, and the gods block and kill the gods, and the Buddhas block and kill the Buddhas.

Xia Wuwu would respect such a person, but he only respected the person who survived after doing this. But if they did, a few would have survived.

One will succeed in ten thousand bones, one hundred thousand swordsmen, but one sword god.

And he's just a gambler.

So, he took his bait and went to a small abandoned shed outside the city in the winter sunset.

There are two paths that come out of Zhibu Zhai, the avenue and the trail.

Xia Wuwu chose a small path, with a one-in-half chance, if he loses the bet, he will forget about a high-level exercise, the Absolute Breath Heart Method, or the Tempest Knife Method, after all, there is nothing in this world that can be 100% successful.

If the bet is right, then stud, an all-in, and this life is pushed to the table.

After all, the 1% proficiency of the "Ten Thousand Tribulation Gluttonous Seal" has invisibly improved his vision, making his proficiency in the swordsmanship of warding off evil spirits reach 85% since this time.

If there are no accidents, you will soon reach 100% and complete your practice.

In fact, Xia Wuwu was wrong about this.

If you want to master a technique, 99% is enough, and the last 1% is actually extremely difficult.

"Those who walk 100 meters are half 90", if you really want to break through the last 1%, you need not only hard work, but also great wisdom and understanding.

Tonight, the moon is light and the wind is high.

This kind of path is never passed by at night, but Xia Wuwu, who is hiding behind the hay, has already counted at least seventeen people passing by.

The seventeen people were all swept in the same direction, and they were all masters.

Moreover, they all go to the mourning hall where they know how to fast.

The time-honored Wen family's drug master "Poison Walks the World" Wen Snake's mourning hall, they went not for anything else, but for that scripture.

Mountain Character Sutra!

It is conceivable that a scuffle will break out in the mourning hall tonight.

But Xia Wuwu knew that the scale of such a battle would not be very large.

Because the few people who arrived early, including Wen Snake's widow, had already arranged this mourning hall into a spider web.

Whoever goes to who dies.

Whoever arrives is the moth that puts out the fire, and he can't see the danger, but he can only see the sandalwood box in front of the life card on the small table in the mourning hall.

As long as you touch the box, you die.

A strange toxin will invade from his contact area and instantly spread to nearby bodies, causing a "blast" effect.

When you touch your fingers, your arm explodes.

And the master who is ambushed in the darkness will quickly complete the killing, destroy the corpse, hide again and wait quietly...

And so on until all those who coveted this practice died.

They would fight with each other until one of them won the exercise.

These people are yellow finch.

And Xia Wuwu is naturally the yellow finch after the yellow finch.

His work is by no means easy, because no one in this world is a fool, but in the same way, no one is a prophet.

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Five watches.

A black shadow swept from a distance, and the people who came were both surprised and delighted, with a thin booklet in his arms and a black whip wrapped around his waist.

Walking like the wind, just like running away after picking flowers on weekdays.

But this time, he didn't pick flowers, but lives.

It is the life of dozens of good players in the rivers and lakes, and even friends and lovers.

These people had to die, if they didn't die, this booklet would not reach him, and he would not be able to soar in Cai Xiangye.

Life is proud of picking flowers, and the hearts of the three whips are hot, and the crotch is also hot.

Such a heat swept away the fatigue after fighting hard and staying up all night, and he was refreshed.

Even though it was still dark, it was as if he had stepped on a golden road.

"Hey, hey... Let go of me!"

"Help, hey...!"

The woman's cry came from afar with three points of begging for mercy, three parts of moaning, three parts of fear, and a part of despair.

The Three Whips Daoist thought it was his auditory hallucination, so he took a deep breath.

But the voice became clearer and clearer, like a tickling little worm, crawling around in his heart, making him itch unbearably.

Then, he heard the man's panting and the woman's whisper.

It just so happened that a black cloud that covered the moon dispersed, and the three whips swallowed their saliva and looked at the small shed in the distance.

The floor of the small shed was strewn with thick crumpled grass, and a pair of bare men and women were intertwined, while on the other side were golden haystacks, four in all, two in each vertical and horizontal row, one of which had been used up for most of its purpose, presumably consumed by the nearby peasants to light the fire.

The people of the Three Whips Dao naturally made the judgment that "these are two men and women from a nearby village, secretly doing things here".

"Hey, hey, don't... Let go of me..."

The woman screamed mercilessly, her neck proud, and a beautiful face was suddenly exposed in the moonlight, and it was seductive and red, like a glass of spirit.

The three whips were stunned, and the fire in their hearts burned even more.

His eyes rolled, and the black whip on his waist had been thrown out.

The black whip tore through the air and turned into a long snake to strangle the man's neck in an instant, and he was still lying between the woman's legs, enjoying the taste of heaven. But the whip came so suddenly that the man didn't even react, but there was a deep blood mark on his neck.

With a soft sound of "Bu", his whole person was thrown out, and blood splashed a layer of red ink on the withered yellow on the side.

The man coughed twice in pain, and then whimpered for his life.

The Three Whips Daoist did not spare his hand, and the next moment, he jumped up, and waved a handful of white powder in his hand, turning into a fluttering hail in the moonlight.

The woman with a beautiful and red face suddenly fainted, except for the faint moonlight, the skin like ice and snow made the flames in the hearts of the three whip Daoists even worse.

He gasped and looked around cautiously.

Spit out a sentence from time to time: "Come out, I found you!"

After trying like this a few times, he no longer had any scruples, ripped off his belt, and rushed forward like a hungry tiger pounced.

The fire dries the wood, and it burns at the touch of a button.

When the flames were at their hottest, a cold light flashed from between the haystacks.

Silent, but a fatal blow.