Thinking of this, Zhao Ping hurriedly put away the medicine bottle, and took out a one-foot-square alloy iron box, which was black and had a combination lock.

Fortunately, as a gift to customers, the password of the combination lock has not been set, Zhao Ping pressed the lock, only to hear a click of the box pop open a gap.

Zhao Ping opened the lid of the box and saw that it was a foldable delicate*, and there were ten delicate crossbow arrows stacked next to it.

The tips of the crossbow arrows were all bladed, and Zhao Ping felt a chill in his heart looking at the flickering cold light on the tip of the arrow.

Don't look at the size of *, but looking at the jet-black material and sophisticated structure, the power will not be small.

With the sharp steel crossbow arrows, it is still no problem to kill a person within thirty meters, and even a little closer to the ordinary people can't dodge if they want to.

I really don't understand why those rich people like this kind of thing, I heard that there was once a rich second generation, who was stopped by the traffic police on the road and found a complete set of bows and arrows from the trunk.

After the bow and arrow were confiscated, he went home and posted on Weibo that it was not illegal to have a bow and arrow, and the traffic police only checked him for a sense of existence.

Now even the anti-wolf spray for girls is said by the relevant departments to be illegal items, but the sharp weapon that can kill people is a legal toy in the hands of the rich, and it seems that the rich and the poor really do not live in the same dimension.

Now Zhao Ping, who is a hanging silk, has to thank the rich for these hobbies, at least Zhao Ping can not only defend himself with this thing, but also hunt rabbits and pheasants in the wild to satisfy his hunger, so as not to starve to death immediately.

Carefully put the * away and hung it on his waist, just when he wanted to see what treasures were in the bag, there was a sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and Zhao Ping saw three or five people riding horses at the foot of the mountain in the distance.

Zhao Ping's mood suddenly became extremely nervous, because this was the first time he had direct contact with the local natives after he crossed into this world, except for that strange Taoist boy, which is commonly known as the third type of contact.

Zhao Ping hurriedly received the things scattered on the ground into his bag, pulled the canvas bag and moved it to the side of the road, sat on a piece of bluestone, and silently hid the crossbow arrow under his windbreaker.

Because it was winter before the crossing, the coat worn by Zhao Ping was very thick, unbuttoned and draped on his body, which could hide the killing machine well.

Zhao Ping carefully carried the "newbie gift bag" that Dao Tong gave him in his arms, no matter whether what Dao Tong said was true or not, at least it was a hope in times of crisis.

Looking at these otherworldly people on horses vigilantly, the five people in this line are all dressed as ancient warriors, with long knives five inches wide pinned to their waists, and their clothes are all similar to those of the same sect.

It looks like the wind and dust have come from a long journey, but the speed of the horse is not in a hurry. The leader was a sturdy man in his forties, and when he passed by Zhao Ping's side, he glanced sideways at Zhao Ping and didn't say anything, and walked directly by horseback.

The four people who followed behind also ignored Zhao Ping, but Zhao Ping's clothes seemed a little strange to them, so they couldn't help but take a few more looks.

At this time, the world has entered spring, and it is the time when it is warm and cold, even ordinary people take off their cotton clothes and wear thicker cloth clothes at most.

But Zhao Ping was wearing an extraordinarily thick dress, and there was a woolen scarf more than a meter long around his neck, and they all looked hot for Zhao Ping.

Fortunately, Zhao Ping did not come directly from the Great Northeast, and he did not catch up with the cold snap a month later, otherwise he would have died of heat before he starved to death.

On the other hand, the five of them have been practicing martial arts since childhood, although they can't do it in the cold and heat, but they don't feel cold when they wear thinner clothes at this time.

What makes them even more different is that the style of clothes worn by Zhao Ping is very strange, not like the clothes of the Central Plains, but similar to the clothes of the Hu people in the Western Regions.

Moreover, in the eyes of middle-aged people who have been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, the fabric and workmanship of Zhao Ping's clothes are very valuable, and the big cloth bag around him is even more suspicious.

It happens that this is the main road that runs through the north and south, and fifty miles to the north is the Tianxia Pass leading to the grassland. The middle-aged man only thought that Zhao Ping was a footman from the north to rest here, but he didn't know where his horses had gone.

This group of people is neither a robber who occupies the mountain nor a strongman who cuts the path, so he naturally disdains Zhao Ping, a "businessman", of course, this is what Zhao Ping wants.

Watching this group of people pass directly past him and gradually move away, Zhao Ping let out a sigh of relief, and the hand holding * began to tremble slightly, almost letting * fall to the ground.

If these martial artists with weapons had different thoughts about themselves, with Zhao Ping's physical state that it would be difficult to stand up. Even with a well-developed *, only one person can be injured under a sneak attack.

But the remaining four people can still let Zhao Ping go, and Zhao Ping has to end his journey to the other world ahead of schedule under a burst of chaotic knives, so it is the best result for them to ignore Zhao Ping and walk away directly.

Although Zhao Ping also wants to know the specific situation of this world, he is afraid that it will be tragic if he says the wrong word and leads to death.

I think it's better to find a small village nearby and ask for information from the elderly or children who are not so dangerous. Zhao Ping was still glad that he had passed by the natives of the other world without danger, but he didn't know that he had just brushed shoulders with death.

The young man who rode last of the five people on horseback put his hand on the long knife when he passed by Zhao Ping's side, as if he was about to get out of the body with the long knife in the next moment, and cut off Zhao Ping's head with a knife.

But at the moment when the two of them were approaching, he gave up again, this young man's surname was Qin Mingyu and Huaiyuan, and it was the first time he came to the border to carry out a sect mission.

Although Qin Yu does not have as much experience as the middle-aged man who leads, he is naturally thoughtful and suspicious. When I saw Zhao Ping from a distance, I noticed an abnormality, Zhao Ping looked like a person from the Central Plains, but he was dressed in strange clothes.

This man does not look like a poor man but does not look like a businessman, and he dares to come to the frontier alone, but he does not look like a person who practices martial arts.

There are not many famous bandits here, but there are a few green forest heroes who like to ask for some wine money from passing merchants. So that the merchants on this road are all walking in groups, there can be no businessmen who run a single gang, and there must be demons when things go wrong.

Qin Yu and these people had a task on their bodies, and the middle-aged man in the lead didn't want to make trouble, so he chose to ignore Zhao Ping directly.

But Qin Yu is different, he is young and vigorous and doesn't want to leave hidden dangers, and the package around Zhao Ping is bulging and doesn't know what it contains, anyway, the sky is high here, the emperor is far away, and killing someone is nothing.

It's just that at the moment when Qin Yu held the handle of the knife and was about to pull it out, he felt the murderous intent that Zhao Ping was hiding under his clothes, and an inexplicable sense of crisis made Qin Yu's heart tighten.

Qin Yu didn't know what kind of martial arts Zhao Ping was following, or what secret weapon he was holding in his hand, but he clearly had a hunch that as long as he pulled out the knife, he would die first.

This sense of crisis has saved Qin Yu's life countless times, so Qin Yu would rather believe it than not believe it. He is still young and has a great future, there is no need to bury his life for a stranger on the side of the road, a bag of things that I don't know what it is.

Therefore, Qin Yu decisively moved the hand that touched the handle of the knife again, grabbed the reins and left quickly, but still did not forget to turn around and glance at Zhao Ping coldly, wanting to remember the face of this strange young man in his mind.

In a single breath, both young men passed around before the ghost gate closed, while the others were unaware.