Xu Liang and Zhang Dong entered Shuanglong Town and began to investigate Li Yiquan's whereabouts, but the Li family compound was not to mention how heavily guarded, but it was also as good as a forest, and it was not easy for the two to touch each other.

finally waited for Li Yiquan to leave the gate of the Li family, but it was still difficult to find the opportunity to start. The two servants around him are both real martial arts strength, and it is not easy to win a single blow, and it is almost the same to give his life in vain.

Later, I saw Li Yiquan enter the ceiling building, and the two brothers and sisters also sneaked in, but unfortunately the man named Li An and the gray-clothed old man behind Li Kun have always been inseparable from this master, and even the ceiling building has arranged seven or eight servants to take care of the family and care for the prince Li who is overwhelmed by the clouds and rain.

After waiting all night, the person surnamed Li finally came out of the ceiling building, when will he not make a move at this time?

It's a pity for the man surnamed Qi who walked with the two of them.

The two of them forbeared, and when they shouted a loud shout, Xu Liang, who had the strength of a warrior, had already deceived himself into approaching the brocade-clothed man, and a life-threatening long sword was about to pierce Li Yiquan's heart, and Zhang Dong, who shot at Xu Liang almost at the same time, was not idle, and the knife in his hand had already swung towards the gray-clothed old man Xiu Chihai behind Li Yiquan in a tricky arc.

The martial artist's strength of the Xiuchi Sea realm is much higher than that of Zhang Dong and Xu Liang, who are sneak attacking, but he doesn't dare to hold on to this kind of scene that has been dormant for a long time and tries to kill with one blow.

There was a shock at the foot of Xiu Chihai, and the bluestone floor shattered into a big pit, and the old man ignored the sinister blade and tried to block in front of Li Yiquan. The corners of Xu Liang's mouth hooked a sneer, for three years, he had been thinking about this moment all the time, the long sword in his hand was out of his hand as if it was due to it, and it slid past the Xiu Chihai that was blocking Li Yiquan's body, and after Li An, who was facing Qi Ling, turned around suddenly, he didn't have time to draw his knife and slammed his palm at the man with a sickly but hideous face.

The long sword that got out of his hand seemed to have eyes, bypassed Xiu Chihai, and stabbed straight at the brocade-clothed Li Gongzi.

Xu Liang, who succeeded, smiled, as if he was happy and relieved. Immediately afterward, the scene he saw when he was knocked upside down by a palm made him unable to die.

Li Yiquan was held to his chest by the fish-like long sword, and he took six or seven steps back before he unloaded the strength of the sword, and he tore open the brocade robe that had been pierced with a hole, and a pale yellow soft armor inside shone in the early morning sun.

Zhang Dong, who had changed his sword momentum, changed on the spot, and he didn't have time to feel sad about his companion's rabbit and fox, and with a touch of the knife shadow, he waved towards the gentleman who was able to get out under the soft armor.

But everything was too late, and Xiu Chihai, who had already reacted, turned over and shot at Zhang Dong, who didn't care about his life and death, as long as Li Yiquan died.

There is a difference of one realm, and it is another real blow with all his strength, Zhang Dong is like a boiled prawn bowing down on the ground and twitching.

The battle situation has been decided, Li Gongzi, who was torn and tattered by himself in brocade clothes, picked up the long sword on the ground, and there was no panic in his expression, obviously this kind of assassination was not the first time, he did not care about the two assassins who were lying on the ground and couldn't get up, but slapped Xiu Chihai and Li An, who had meritorious service in escorting, and then scolded and stepped forward to cut twenty or thirty swords respectively on the ground before throwing away the blood-dripping sword in his hand.

Li Yiquan impatiently reached out and wiped the blood stain on his face that was splashed scarlet, spit a big mouthful of spit and said, "Call someone to drag it back to the house and chop it up and feed the dog." ”

The two martial artists who were slapped separately were expressionless and whispered, "Yes." ”

The incident happened in a flash of light, and Qi Ling, who was still in front of Li An and was about to be taught a lesson, had already disappeared.

Outside the east gate of Shuanglong Town, riding a green robe and inferior horse, the man took out a cigarette from his arms and lit it, and said to himself: "Brother, do you think you should die?"

The breeze blew, piercing Qi Ling's skin through the thin green robe, and the old horse was still lazily moving forward when he sat down, and the face of the master on his back was surrounded by smoke, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, only a few laughs were heard.

In Baiguan County, next to the ancient road, in the farmland, among the mountains and forests, on the bank of the small river, in the town inn, and in the wine shop next to the road......

All the way to the east, few people noticed the man in the green robe and the bad horse.

He has seen some people rely on the cultivation of body refining martial arts, regard human life as a mustard, and often draw swords against each other.

He has seen that some people are the children of the bully family, leading evil slaves and servants to beat the people and dismantle the mandarin ducks.

He has seen horse thieves occupy mountains and rob roads, and he does not see gangs and families who are taxed by the common people to pay bandits.

Determined to be famous in the world, the rangers who killed all the injustices in the world were worried about food and clothing, and eventually became the family's bully lackey.

An ordinary woman with a little bit of grace could not escape her life and became a plaything in the crotch of the exchange of interests between the rich and powerful.

In Shenzhou, where martial arts and literature are heavy, he has studied poetry and books for ten years, just to become famous in the world, enter the gate of the Haoting scholars, and strategize the poor scholars, and become a nerd who is bullied by everyone and plays with teasing.

The old parents looking into the distance in the small courtyard of the farmland, the lonely and helpless children.

A powerless man who couldn't pay taxes and was robbed of his son by his wife, he was seriously injured and sick in bed.

He has also seen those wealthy families who are invincible in front of the common people and merchants, the martial artists who have a lot of skills, and the virtue of nodding and bowing in front of the immortal cultivators with spiritual roots.

He also knew that among the immortal cultivators who came out of a thousand, no matter how high the cultivation was, he would grovel before he was the only one......

The desperate and helpless eyes, the most dare to be angry but dare not speak, and the powerlessness to admit that fate is manipulating.

The faces of all the powerful figures and faces take it for granted.

At noon on this day, the scorching sun was still scorching, and there were three dog days in summer, which was really true to what the ancients said. Outside Wangjia Town, which had been calm for several months, a man and a horse came from afar, and the man looked at the familiar Qingshui River in the west of the town, still green grass and willows, bypassing Wangjia Town from the west of the town to the north of the town, and flowing to the east in the distance in front of Qi Ling.

The gust of river wind blew, feeling the kindness on his face, Qi Ling touched the bad horse that had wandered thousands of miles with him, and said to himself, "It's home." ”

Holding the old horse that had been led more than riding all the way to the river, Qi Ling let go of the reins and let the old man have a full stomach first. He sat on the grass with his butt, pinched his fingers, and took out the eighty-eight sniper that had been with the earth and Shenzhou for nine years, stroking the soft curves of the gun. He smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, how long are you going to sleep this night?"

When he was in Qianyunmen, he was intercepted by Wang Yi and Wang Honggang's two uncles and nephews, and after the spear spirit absorbed and fired an armor-piercing aura burst bomb, he fell asleep and knew nothing in the sea, and even when he was cast by Hua Yuan on Qianji Peak, it was the hand of the old man Liu Changtian, and he never saw the trace of the spear spirit, and then Qi Ling's realm fell, and it was barely a level of qi training, but there was no aura fluctuation around his body except for the use of storage bags, let alone a breakthrough in absorbing aura cultivation.

Qi Ling looked at the kind sniper rifle in his hand, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a trace of bitterness, that is, now that there is so much information about Immortal Cultivation and Cultivation and other information about Shenzhou, there is still no way to follow the alien species of Gun Spirit. If it weren't for the fact that the body of the spear was still shiny, and occasionally a trace of aura flickered, Qi Ling would have wondered if the spear spirit had disappeared like Liu Changtian.

Putting away his old partner, Qi Ling lay comfortably on the grass by the river, with his hands on the back of his head, looking at the sky that was a little bluer than other places. He reached into his bosom, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

After smoking a cigarette, Qi Ling straightened up with a carp, approached the grazing horse, and said with a smile: "Go, go as far as possible, how good it is to go back to the place that belongs to you, carefree." ”

"We're not the same, after all!"