In the alley next to the inn, Shi Xiaole stopped and turned around, looking at the two seven-foot men blocking the entrance of the alley.

The two were wearing short clothes and holding a three-foot-three-digit neat sword in their hands, with a very bad expression.

"Little kid, I, the two heroes in northern Jilin, will not make things difficult for you. I hand over the martial arts secrets I have, and I will spare you."

The man on the left smiled.

"I am a disciple of the Sword Painting Sect, you guys go."

Shi Xiaole responded calmly.

The two men obviously struggled for a while. As casual cultivators in the martial arts world, they certainly heard of the title of the Thirteen Sects of Luyan. This is a top-notch force in Cuiyu City.

However, the desire for secret books obviously suppressed the fear of the martial arts sect. They were homeless people, and at worst they could leave Cuiyu City.

The man on the right walked step by step and said sinisterly: "Brother, it seems that the matter is only a way to kill someone and silence him."

The man on the left sighed: "Little kid, remember in the next life, don't walk around the world if you are too young." As soon as he finished speaking, he went forward and drew his sword.

Both Hebei Hebei’s two heroes have the fifth level of cultivation, but their murderous aura is very heavy, and they are obviously killed. Shi Xiaole has a feeling that without the two of them joining forces, any one of them may be able to kill Zhao Buping, who has the fifth level of energy.

In terms of resource talent, perhaps these sectarians are not as good as those of sect disciples, but in terms of fighting experience, many disciples cannot catch up with these sect visitors.

Brush twice.

Two long swords, one left and one right, one up and one up, and attacked at the same time. In this narrow alley, all Shi Xiaole's retreat was easily blocked.

It is obvious that the two heroes in northern Hebei are planning to fight and decide quickly.

They have been in the world for many years and will not underestimate any disciple of a sect. Although when they killed the three-legged bird, Shi Xiaole's cultivation level was only the third level of hiding Qi.

Holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, when the tips of the two swords were about to come, Shi Xiaole suddenly attacked the sword.

Clam!

He blocked the sword of the man on the left, and while his body was shook back, he used it in a thrilling manner, avoiding the killing move of the man on the right.

"The green mountains are faint."

With a floating walk on his feet and a dangerous Huashan sword technique in his hands, Shi Xiaole was not afraid of death and was terriblely calm, and began a fight with the two heroes in northern Hebei.

The two heroes in northern Hebei are inevitably shocked.

They didn't expect that Shi Xiaole was so bold and always had a magic trick to sacrifice his life. Instead, they forced them to be timid. The past killing experience was useless in the hands of the boy.

If they were outlaws, Shi Xiaole simply didn't know what death was, this naughty man!

The Miao family's swordsmanship was not available, and combined with the perfect floating walking of the gods, Shi Xiaole's strength was improved by a factor than when he killed Zhao Buping.

"This sword should be faster and more ruthless. If you don't want to leave a way out for your opponent, you can't leave a way out for yourself."

During the fierce battle, Shi Xiaole seemed to have understood the deeper mystery of Huashan's sword technique.

"Fall me!"

With a little step, Shi Xiaole ignored the stabbing sword and rushed towards the boss of the two heroes in northern Hebei. Who was fighting faster?

The brave one wins when they meet on a narrow road.

The boss of the two heroes in northern Ji was panicked. At the real moment of life and death, his sword speed was slowing down for a moment.

In just this moment, life and death were two parts.

"Brother!"

Seeing the eldest brother fall down, the man on the right screamed and turned around and left. Unfortunately, Shi Xiaole was faster than him. He slept and used his slept, turned over from the wall, turned around in the air and had a sword.

laugh.

The man on the right fell to the ground and died.

Shi Xiaole put away his sword, quickly fumbled on the two of them, and then found two secret books, climbed over the alley, and left quietly.

...

Cuiyu City was about one day away from Luyan Mountain. Shi Xiaole ran to the woods outside the official road in one breath, and then entered the system. He used the secrets of the two heroes in the north of Hebei to exchange for a reward value of 200 points.

"It's enough for me to practice for twenty hours."

To identify the direction, Shi Xiaole planned to return to the sword painting school first.

But just as he was halfway through, he suddenly heard a fight coming from not far away.

"People from the Heisha Gang, do you dare to kill me, aren't you afraid of angering the Whisk Sect?"

In the dense forest, Qi Guang, Qi Hui and Zhao Molan were all injured to varying degrees. They were surrounded by more than 30 men in black. Qi Hui shouted loudly.

Outside the encirclement, a thin old man stood and smiled sinisterly: "You three trespassed into my Heisha Gang with ill intentions, and they deserve to die! As for the Whisk Gang, hehe, there is no basis, I will not dare to attack my Heisha Gang."

Not far away, Shi Xiaole, who was hiding behind the dense forest, had no expression on his face.

Of course he had heard of the title of the Heisha Gang. This gang has many good players, and there are tens of thousands of minions, which is actually the largest gang in Cuiyu City.

He didn't expect that Qi Guang and the other two would dare to get involved in the Heisha Gang.

"Brother, Junior Sister Zhao, I'll cut off the rear. You can try to rush out and report to the sect."

Qi Guang said with a determined look on his face while waving his sword.

As soon as the three of them left Cuiyu City, they were targeted by the people from the Heisha Gang. They killed dozens of people on the other side, but they were also injured.

At this time, he was surrounded again, and Qi Guang clearly knew that the three of them were in danger.

"Brother, if I don't leave, at most I will die with them."

Qi Hui shouted hideously.

Zhao Molan didn't say a word, but did not take a step back, obviously also made plans to fight to the death.

"I am worthy of being a child from a well-known family. I admire him, hehe."

The thin old man said he admired him, but his tone did not hide his contempt.

Under the battle between Qi Guang and the other two, more than 30 Black Evil Masters died, only seven or eight people were left. However, Qi Guang and the other two were also seriously injured under the siege, and their strength was less than half of their usual strength.

"You three are not very famous among the younger generation in Cuiyu City. When I take off your head, I believe the gang leader will be rewarded with great rewards."

The remaining masters of the Black Evil Gang surrounded Qi Guang and the other two. The thin old man took off his gloves and seemed to be ready to get a bargain.

"mean!"

Zhao Molan's pretty face turned red with anger.

The other party has only the sixth level of Qi hidden. In normal times, not to mention the two senior brothers, they all have the confidence to fight with each other, but now, I am afraid that the three of them can't stop this old man even if they join forces.

Shi Xiaole in the dark weighed the pros and cons, and reasonably told him that he should leave immediately. After all, Qi Guang and the other two were not close to him, so there was no need to offend the Heisha Gang for them.

However, judging from the actions of the three-legged bird, these three people were probably just a heroic and righteous person, otherwise they would not have offended the evil Black Evil Gang.

How can you be so happy if you don’t save me like this?

Zhao Molan, the least injured, had already fought with the skinny old man, but in just a few moves, she was already in danger. The Qi Guang and Qi Hui brothers on the side were no longer able to do anything, and they were surrounded by seven or eight masters of the Black Evil Gang as soon as they tried. They saw that they could not rescue them.

"Forget it, just help this time."

Having decided to do so, Shi Xiaole stopped hiding, jumped out and stabbed the skinny old man with a sword.

"Where did you come from the thief? Get out of here."

The sword light hit, and the skinny old man captured it with one hand. Taking this opportunity, Zhao Molan finally escaped from the danger and shouted in surprise: "Young Master!"

"Little thief, you dare to interfere in the affairs of the Heisha Gang. You are impatient!"

In a fight just now, the skinny old man knew that Shi Xiaole only had the third level of hiding Qi, so he was not panicked.

"Give you a chance, get out now."

Shi Xiaole stood with a sword and said lightly.

"Hahaha……"

The skinny old man and the seven or eight masters of the Black Evil Gang laughed, as if they had heard the funnyest jokes in the world.

Zhao Molan said anxiously: "Young Master, thank you for your actions just now, but you should go quickly."

No matter how shameless the old man was, he was at the fifth level of Qi-Can't Qi-Can't Qi-Can't Qi-Can't Qi-Can't Qi-Can't Qi-Can't Qi-Can't Qi-Can't deal with those seven or eight masters of the Black Evil Gang with the fourth level.

Unless you are Senior Brother Qi Guang of the same level, you have the possibility of a fight.

Qi Guang also looked grateful and said to Shi Xiaole: "Brother, the situation is critical. I have the three of you appreciate your kindness. If you don't bother, please go to the whisk door to avenge the deaths of my three of you, and someone will take revenge for me."

Shi Xiaole shook his head: "I have no obligation to help you, I will just care about the moment."

The old man with skinny face was so angry that he was too crazy. He decided to kill the other party in the most brutal way. Thinking of this, the old man with skinny face looked vicious, his hands were clawed, and he grabbed Shi Xiaole's sky spirit cover, as fast as a wind.

Third-rate middle-grade martial arts, evil wolf claws.

"Be careful!"

Zhao Molan shouted.

One thing to know is that the higher the martial arts, the harder it is to cultivate to a higher level, but the power will undoubtedly be greater.

The skinny old man's evil wolf claws had already reached the level of a small success in the divine union. With his cultivation level of the fifth level of Qi storage, it was no difficulty to kill the previous two heroes in northern Hebei.
To be continued...