When he wasn't in that black suit, Ling Li looked a little slightly ...... for some reason Baby face. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIf you walk in the town, I believe no one can see that the owner of this face has anything to do with the term "gold medal killer".

Just like now.

What made him feel even more strange was that the news of his departure from the Black Bamboo Society had spread so quickly, so that his name could be heard in the places where he stopped along the way. This is definitely not something to be happy about, because he only told Yu Rui about this decision at the earliest. If Yu Rui had to announce this matter at the meeting, it was a bit more than he imagined to spread the news outside in less than a day.

Or is it that the eldest brother didn't intend to restrain everyone at all this time. He smiled bitterly in his heart. I'm no longer a member of the Black Bamboo Society, so it probably doesn't matter if I live or die.

The speed at which the merchants of the rivers and lakes moved also made him feel unbelievable - the black sword in his hand was originally just a legend to outsiders, but when he arrived in a lively town, he saw that someone was already selling the drawn pattern, and what was even more incredible was that the silver-black scabbard was really similar to the sword in his hand. This scene made Ling Li not dare to stay anywhere, and immediately found a secluded place and wrapped the long sword in his hand with his clothes for two layers before daring to come out.

Fortunately, his portrait had not yet been bought and sold, and he could still calmly listen to the origin of various black swords in the crowd. Rumors are something that can't be stopped. Anyone who is doing good things will know how valuable the "black sword" is, and it is made by a certain generation of a certain ancestor craftsman with a certain special material and method, and there are all kinds of powerful things. Although most people just listen to the excitement, Ling Li knows that for himself, it is all endless trouble.

If it was a few years later, he should easily see that these things were not a coincidence, and there must be some reason behind them; In the past fifteen years, he has always lived a life that seems rich, but in fact it is very monotonous, and there are no more than so many people and things he has encountered. He could not understand and anticipate the conspiracy.

He was just instinctively cautious.

Seven days before leaving the helm of the Black Bamboo Society, nothing happened under the fresh tension. But that doesn't mean that no one really recognizes him. On the eighth day of crossing the river, he encountered some minor troubles, and the two gangs of Jiangling and Baishui on the Yangtze River surrounded him together. The two gangs were originally inseparable from each other for the waterway, but at this moment they are cooperating to deal with him, which shows that they attach great importance to Lingli, and secondly, it can also be seen that the pursuit of the sword of the martial arts people is really to the point of fanaticism. Fortunately, for Ling Li, this is still just a "small" trouble. The White Water Gang scuttled the boat that Ling Li was on, but they probably didn't know that Ling Li had killed people in the water no less than six times in the past, and he had hidden in the water countless times in order to hide his whereabouts or wait for his target, so how could he be easily controlled by them. On the contrary, the people of the Gangneung and Baishui gangs did not see any trace after entering the water, and they were suspicious of each other and had a dispute. Ling Li disappeared in the water, and those gangs were in the light, but they became the targets of his assassination. Assassination, how can such a thing be missed?

But then—even when Ling Li was still wet and didn't have time to change his clothes—he met his first real rivals.