A Billion Times Draw a Sword

　　 "Hiss!" There was a cry of air-conditioning.

The owner of 　　 voice is a teenager.

　　 The young man is about the same age as Shen Houbai, only fifteen or sixteen years old. He is not someone else, but the Zhang Xiaowei and Zhang Xiaowei whom Shen Ge said before.

　　 "Hou... Hou Bai, what a beautiful knife!"

　　 Zhang Xiaowei came to find Shen Houbai to say goodbye. Just as Shen Houbai said, he was taken to the martial arts main courtyard in the imperial capital by the head of the martial arts court in Wuling County.

But when he came, he was attracted by the "Cicada Wing" that Shen Houbai placed on the bedside. Not to mention the "Cicada Wing" itself. It was the scabbard with a rising dragon carved on it, that hideous and terrifying dragon. First, the dragon's eyes inlaid with gems and the appearance of Zhang Fang's claws, under Shen Ge's "ingenious workmanship", the face is domineering, which makes Zhang Xiaowei unable to help but want to touch it.

But before Zhang Xiaowei touched the'Cicada Wing', Shen Houbai suddenly opened his eyes. Following Shen Houbai's cold eyes, he looked at Zhang Xiaowei. Although he grew up together, Zhang Xiaowei was still seen by Shen Houbai. He gasped.

"Yep!"

　　 Shen Houbai responded coldly.

　　 Zhang Xiaowei doesn't mind this, because he knows that Shen Houbai is already very polite. If it is someone else, I am afraid that he won't even have an ‘good’.

　　 "By the way, Hou Bai, the people from the main hospital are here. At the earliest tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, I will go to the imperial capital!"

　　 Zhang Xiaowei looked a little bit reluctant.

　　 "Good luck!" Although it was a blessing, Shen Houbai still looked very cold.

　　 "Then... Then I'm going back!"

　　 "Uncle, I'm going back!"

　　 Greeting Shen Ge, who was leaning on the door frame, Zhang Xiaowei left the blacksmith shop.

　　 When Zhang Xiaowei left, Shen Ge was smoking a dry cigarette while saying playfully: "Smelly boy, it's too cool to have no friends!"

　　 "I don't need friends!" Shen Houbai answered cleanly.

"Where are you going?"

　　 "Would you like to wait for you to have dinner?"

　　 "Smelly boy, it's so cool to me!" Regarding the coldness of his son, even Shen Ge could only shook his head helplessly.

　　……

　　 The sun is setting, but the afterglow of the setting sun still has a warm feeling on the face.

　　 "Ling Po, give me a piece of meatballs!"

　　 Standing in front of a roadside stall, Shen Houbai said to the grandma in front of the stall while taking out a few Tongzi.

　　 "Hou Bai!"

　　 "Here, your balls!"

　　 Sitting on a bench in front of the stall, Shen Houbai ate the most famous Lin Po ball of this generation.

　　 But just then.

　　 "Oh, kid, this knife is great!"

　　 was talking about a young man dressed in Chinese clothes, only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a long sword studded with jewels on his waist, and he seemed to be the young master of a large family.

　　 But he is not a familiar face, he should be a foreigner.

　　 Shen Houbai ignored the other party and got up to leave after eating Lin Po's balls.

　　 But...

　　 "Tell me a price, how much is it!"

　　 In the speech, the two people who came with the youth stood on both sides of Shen Houbai, looking a bit unkind.

　　 "Not for sale!" Shen Hou Bai Yuguang glanced at the young man.

　　 "Not for sale? What a cute guy!"

　　 There was a fierce look on the youth's face, "Hehe, I don't believe it... There is never anything that money can't buy in this world!"

　　 Before the words fell, the person standing on the right of Shen Houbai said.

　　 "Boy, do you know who we are?"

　　 pointed to his chest, and the corner of the speaker's mouth raised an arc.

　　 Following the finger of the speaker, Shen Houbai knew their origins. They were from the martial arts school, and one or two could be seen from the word'wu' embroidered on the chest of their clothes.

　　 In addition, there is a word ‘Zong’ after the word ‘Wu’. Together they are ‘Zong Wu’, which means that these three people are from the Imperial Capital’s main courtyard.

The General Academy of Martial Arts, a place where good people are mixed, does not mean that there are no good people, but they will definitely not be the majority. It is a place where you can speak with strength. As long as you have the strength, then even if you are a villain, you can make the Martial Academy The senior management opened one eye and closed another.

　　 Because of this, over time, if you want to gain a foothold in the Central Hospital, you have to be cruel, evil, and stronger than others.

Therefore, it is very unfriendly to the new disciples of the main institute. Fortunately, the main institute has a rule. The first three years of the new disciples are under protection. To put it bluntly, it will give you three years of cultivation time, but after three years you must not be considered Bullying, it depends on your own ability.

　　 Although it is cruel, the benefits are obvious. The weak will inevitably be eliminated. There is no exception. Even if you are a relative of the emperor, you can still make you cry.

　　 In a sense, the Wuyuan is a very equal place. As long as your fist is ‘big enough’, you can even ride on a certain prince’s head and shit.

　　Returning to the main story, as Shen Houbai saw the identities of several people, they thought that Shen Houbai would submit accordingly. UU reading www.uukánshu.com However...

　　 "Boy, this knife... do you sell it or not..."

　　While speaking, one of the young man's hands has been put on the hilt of the long sword he carried around his waist.

　　 glanced at the young man, and then at the left and right sides, as if they were two followers, Shen Houbai said.

　　 "Are you finished?"

　　 A cold light flashed in his eyes, following Shen Houbai's hand holding the knife, his thumb pushed up the knife grid, a cold light passed...

　　 "Ah, kill, kill!" Lin Po on the side was taken aback, but the young man's face was still fierce, but one of his arms had fallen to the ground.

　　 About a breath, the young man reacted, and immediately yelled "Ao Ao" with wide-eyed eyes.

　　 "Ah! I... my hand, damn, **** beast, kill him, kill him!"

　　 The young man was hysterical with his broken arm with his other hand. He didn't notice. When he covered the wound with his other hand, his hand was immediately covered with frost...

　　 "MD, dare to do it, I think you are tired of living!"

Following the youth's hysteria, the other two who seemed to be attendants immediately drew the swords they wore, but they did not really drew the swords, because just as they stretched out their hands, they followed two cold rays of light. After that, their sword-drawing hands also fell to the ground, and the screams changed from one to three.

　　 At this time, Shen Houbai unexpectedly discovered that he had three additional draws, from the original 5000 draws to 5003.

　　 Does this mean that one billion draws of swords don’t have to be demons, but humans can, as long as they are in actual combat?

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