Martial Arts Spiritual Exchange System

Nine Directions Walled City.

Compared to the filthy slum area of ​​the outer city, the streets of the inner city are clean and tidy, and there are police officers patrolling quickly.

Therefore, the occurrence of homicides is much less than that of the slum area.

The land price in the inner city is very expensive, even a very ordinary small house costs more than 100 silver tael, so the families that can live in the inner city are quite substantial.

Those who have no money are all in the slum area.

But despite the bustling inner city, many shops and stalls are closed and locked, and the excitement and hustle and bustle of the past have long gone.

In recent years, imperial court taxation has become more and more onerous, even many shops in the inner city can't handle it, and they have closed their doors in search of new outlets.

Some desperate people can only go to the martial battleground and fight to see if they can win some money for their living.

Fang Zhou wears a hat. The rain has already stopped, but the sky is still dark. The weather in spring is like this. No one knows when it will rain lightly and densely.

Unfold the yellow paper in his hand, which was handed to him by the young servant Qi Yue, and it said Qian Houzi's residence in the inner city.

Martial Artists in martial battleground, who have been mixed for more than one or two years, will basically have real estate in the inner city, even if they don’t fight afterwards, they will be able to survive.

Qian Houzi, as the Old Fox who has played in the yellow character ring for several years, naturally has arrangements for his own back road.

Lower the edge of the hat, Fang Zhou walked along the green stone pavement. He passed by a wrought iron shop and bought an ordinary open-end iron sword, wrapped in grey cloth and held it in one hand.

Footsteps lingered in the alleys. Fang Zhou came to an ordinary courtyard. There was a quarrel in the courtyard. Then, a mediocre woman slammed the door out, panting with rage. go.

Fang Zhou believes that this woman should be Qian Houzi's wife.

After the woman was far away, Fang Zhou did not hesitate anymore and moved towards the courtyard.

The door of the yard is ajar, and Fang Zhou pushes in.

Qian Houzi's angry and smashed voice came from the yard: "Damn boy, even if I have exhausted my wealth, I have to ask someone to kill him!"

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Qian Houzi's flustered and exasperated scolds came: "Sick lady! Go away! What are you doing back?! Thinking that I'm useless, I'm going to start fishing for men outside?"

However, Qian Houzi's voice quickly stopped abruptly.

Qian Houzi, whose entire head was tightly wrapped in gauze, with red blood still overflowing in the gauze, saw Fang Zhou's silhouette as he opened the door, and his eyes immediately stunned round!

"It's you!"

Although Fang Zhou was wearing a hat, Qian Houzi recognized it immediately.

Fang Zhou raised the face half hidden under the hat, looked at Qian Houzi faintly, raised the corner of his mouth, said with a smile: "Qian Houzi, as soon as I heard that you left the medical pavilion, I will immediately Coming here."

soul of a deceased has not yet dispersed, this man!

Qian Houzi feels numb on his scalp.

He felt the rich murderous aura in the air.

Fang Zhou wants to kill him!

"You...you..."

Qian Houzi stood up, the chair he was sitting on instantly fell over and made a crashing sound!

"I am the Martial Artist of Instructor Lei, you dare!"

Qian Houzi's head is wrapped tightly, but he can't hide the fear in his eyes. He has to move out Lei Laohu came to threaten Fang Zhou.

The smile on Fang Zhou's face disappeared instantly, and the iron sword tied with the cloth fiercely hit the ground.

The cloth spins and spreads.

The iron sword sword edge shone with dazzling brilliance!

"Do you think you can kill me? This time, I don’t have a nose to let you lift it!"

Qian Houzi also spoke ferociously, and grabbed a handful of them for training from the courtyard. longspear.

Between life and death, he chose to fight back!

In case, it's an anti-kill!

Fang Zhou's strength is about the same as him, he feels... he is not that easy to die!

However, Fang Zhou dantian qi sense works, in a flash raises the sword, Sorrowful Nine Swords!

Shadow's pace was displayed, and the afterimage was pulled out in the yard in an instant, approaching Qian Houzi.

Qian Houzi resists with a horizontal spear, but Fang Zhou’s Sword Art comes from martial daoist Zhao Yang. Is Qian Houzi’s spear art comparable?

A sword swung across the longspear, and the cold sword edge reached his throat.

Qian Houzi’s eyes opened round as a ball.

The depths of the pupils are incredible!

impossible!

This Sword Art...

Last night, this boy... didn't try his best? !

It turns out that the strongest young man is...sword!

"Why kill me..."

Qian Houzi's lips are dry, and he wants to ask someone to kill Fang Zhou, don't you have it yet?

Is it really because of those ten copper plates that the boy wanted to kill him?

What the hell is this!

"Kill you, just to tell me that I live in this world... You don’t want to bleed, you can only let others bleed."

Fang Zhou rarely said a long time. One sentence.

Besides, he has already determined that Qian Houzi wants to disperse his wealth and invite someone to kill him. This enmity cannot be resolved.

After that, I wiped it with a sword and saw the blood seal the throat!

The speed is very fast and the hands do not shake.

The rays of light in Qian Houzi's eyes darkened, and the wound on his neck was actually a little bit frosty, freezing his vitality.

……

……

The rain stopped.

The sun washed by the spring rain looks extraordinarily gorgeous. The shining sunlight spreads on the carved eaves of the most luxurious restaurant in the inner city of Nine Directions Walled City, giving it a touch of beauty.

The restaurant is located on the street, with two silhouettes, sitting on the front side.

Master Zhao narrowed his eyes and held his cigarette in his mouth. He took a mouthful of smoke elated, with thick smoke billowing thinly at the corners of his lips.

Across from Master Zhao, a man in blue clothes held a wine glass in his hands vigorously, watching Master Zhao addicted to smoking, and couldn't help shook the head.

"Old Zhao, you should quit this cigarette or you have to quit. If your lungs are stale, immortal art can't save you."

The man spoke slowly.

Master Zhao picked up the wine glass and touched the blue clothed man, then drank it all.

"Sect Lord, what you said is wrong. Old Zhao is the only hobby left. Quitting smoking is impossible. Besides, Old Zhao, I’m not low on Qi Cultivation Base. , Smoke a few cigarettes, it won’t get in the way."

Master Zhao said with a smile.

After that, the blue clothed man stopped saying anything, holding the wine cup, turned his head and looked towards the long street outside the building, his eyes were deep.

"Old Zhao, the boy went to kill Qian Houzi, Lei Laohu sent someone to squat on him, don't you worry?"

blue clothed man said.

Master Zhao leaned on a chair and smoked a cigarette: "I reminded him that Lei Laohu would send someone to squat on him, but that kid... still went."

blue clothed man laughed , Playing with the wine cup: "To survive in this dark world, you must learn to kill after all, or you will be killed by others."

"The boy didn't want to be killed, so he wanted to kill Qian Houzi."

"In order to cultivate the courage to swing a sword to this dark world."

"After all, it must be the first time."

Master Zhao He looked thoughtful, he admired Fang Zhou very much, not only because of his innate talent, but also because of the blood in his chest.

Like a spark on the grassland.

After a gust of wind, you can start a prairie fire.

Besides, Master Zhao felt that Fang Zhou was right to kill, because, with Qian Houzi seeking revenge for the slightest grievance, he would definitely spend money to hire someone to kill Fang Zhou afterwards and get back in revenge.

I can only say that it is faster than someone's movements.

"Oh, that boy is here."

blue clothed man said with a smile, sipping a glass of wine, said.

On the Long Street.

Fang Zhou is wearing a hat, and the cloth wraps around the iron sword again, carrying it with one hand.

His steps are sometimes anxious and sometimes slow, seeming to be testing something.

After killing Qian Houzi, he hurriedly left from the courtyard. The first time he killed someone, he was very uncomfortable, but this unsuitability quickly disappeared.

However, Fang Zhou found that there seemed to be a silhouette hanging behind him, following him.

In an instant, Fang Zhou understood that he was being watched.

It should be the one arranged by Lei Laohu.

This makes Fang Zhou's heart stunned and a sense of crisis suddenly arises.

In the restaurant.

Master Zhao squinted one eye, knocked the cigarette stick on the window, shaking off the soot that fell sadly.

"Sect Lord, you will meet with him later, do you want Old Zhao to take action? Bring people here intact."

Master Zhao said.

The blue clothed man looked at the long street with great interest, and said: "For Lei Laohu, Qian Houzi's death is nothing but a face, so Lei Laohu will not Blatantly send someone who is too strong."

"In addition, you said that Ye Zimei stayed in this boy's room all night. Is this... true?"

The blue clothed man turned around, and it turned out to have several points of gossip opening.

Master Zhao is embarrassed and nodded.

Seeing is believing, he really sees it for real, he can't wash it.

"Then don't worry, since you reminded him, but he still walks out of the martial battleground to kill Qian Houzi, everyone must be in order to pay a price for his own will."

"By the way, as a test for this little fellow."

blue clothed man said with a smile.

Master Zhao hearing this, his one-eyed eyes condensed, and he glanced suspiciously at the blue clothed man.

Test?

Master Zhao is very clear about what the test means from this master!

Master Zhao glanced complicatedly at Fang Zhou on the long street.

Ye Zimei first, then Sect Lord Pei.

This child...How can it be so likable? !