Martial Arts Spiritual Exchange System

Huang Le looked up at the sky blankly, the gloomy sky suddenly dissipated thick clouds, and the sun pouring from it, especially dazzling.

He lost.

He was sixth in the yellow character on the martial battleground, and he lost to a newcomer.

Are all the newcomers now such monsters?

Or, is this the power of Qi Refinement Martial Artist?

From solemnly vowed when receiving the mission, to the doubting life at this moment, the ghost knows what Huang Le has experienced.

The big blood hole in the chest, blood gurgling.

Huang Le felt that his life was passing, and his blood sac was punctured.

He should have had a splendid life. He is young and has innate talent. As long as he completes the task at this time, he can save enough money to buy a second blood essence and wait for the blood essence to be melted. , He can fight Xuanzi boxing, and the future is infinitely bright.

However, Fang Zhou's sword cut off his light.

In the distance, Fang Zhou is gasping for breath with his sword.

The blue smoke looms in front of you, converging into words.

[Defeat the enemy between life and death, Martial Dao experience +10]

Fang Zhou startled, gone?

Did you not extract the opponent's skills?

This is a bit unexpected by Fang Zhou. The last time he defeated Qian Houzi in a boxing ring, they all had Qian Houzi's iron arm skills.

"Does...you must defeat the enemy in the boxing to extract the skills?"

"Or, is the extraction of the skills a probability event?"

Fang Zhou frowned and thought that these two kinds of probabilities would exist, and he couldn't figure out which ones.

I have to say that Huang Le's strength is far from Qian Houzi's, and it is definitely the Peak presence in the Yellow Class boxing.

However, Fang Zhou still defeated the opponent by relying on Sorrowful Nine Swords.

This also shows from the side how powerful the martial skill Fang Zhou extracted from that martial daoist Zhao Yang!

Fang Zhou grasped the cracked iron sword, step by step towards Huang Le.

The sound of the tip of the sword rubbing against the ground is harsh and palpitating.

The surrounding people in the inner city were panicked, but there were also many people who were interested and watching the excitement, forming a circle around them.

In the distance, there seems to be the sound of the squad rushing forward.

That is the patrol team in the inner city.

With Sorrowful Nine Swords, Fang Zhou’s dantian qi sense was completely squeezed out, but at this moment, like ice and snow melted, internal qi was breeding in the dried-up dantian lake.

Fang Zhou understands that this is the feeling of breakthrough.

After a battle, his strength has been improved, and the operation of "Marrow Cleansing Scripture" has become more harmonious.

Huang Le lay on the ground struggling, watching Fang Zhou approaching step by step, bitterly laughed.

"Can you give me a chance?"

Huang Le said while coughing up blood.

Fang Zhou walked to a distance of one meter from Huang Le, his eyes did not fluctuate, as cold as frost.

"You kill me, I will kill you."

"Justice."

Fang Zhou condescendingly said.

"The sword is fast, bear with me."

Huang Le startedled, and the cold tip of the sword pierced his heart in the next instant, piercing through the heart, splitting vitality.

Huang Le fell to the ground on his back, with hair scattered on the ground, looking at the bright sun sprinkled by the breaking clouds.

He murmured inaudible words: "Go fucking fair..."

The voice faded and there was no life.

Fang Zhou killed Huang Le, pulled out the iron sword, and moved towards the crowd without the slightest hesitation.

In the distance, the patrol team from the inner city has arrived.

The crowd surrounding the surroundings suddenly dispersed, and the slightest don't dare provoke the teenager who committed the murder in the street.

"Stop!"

In the distance, the sound of loud shouts exploded!

On the Long Street, killing people on the street, the patrol naturally cannot ignore it.

Even if it is to buy murderers, they will come out because the inner city has inner city rules.

The digital tall and strong, the arrester in the official patrol uniform came along, staring at Fang Zhou unkindly.

Fang Zhou, who wanted to leave quickly, finally stopped.

But seeing these patrols directly took out the shackles, the hands moved towards Fang Zhou were handcuffed.

"Assault on the street, treat the law as nothing! Let me wait for a trip!"

Be the first to patrol and arrest.

Fang Zhou frowned and was strictly speaking. It was Huang Le who came to kill him. Fang Zhou felt that he was a legitimate defense.

In the distance, a rickety silhouette walked slowly, the cigarette rod trembling, and there was smoke in the nasal cavity like agarwood.

It is Master Zhao who walked down from the restaurant.

"Master Zhao!"

Several patrolmen saw Master Zhao, and their complexion changed slightly.

Martial battleground several Heavenly Class Instructors, their status in the Nine Directions Walled City is not low, the most important thing is that Master Zhao is the person of the master, the master is in the Nine Directions City, even if The City Lord will not offend easily.

"This little fellow is my junior, and a few officials give a face."

Master Zhao held a cigarette in his mouth, said with a smile, and took out a cash ticket. Stuffed into the hands of the patrol headed.

The patrolman glanced at the amount, and his eyes lit up.

"Master Zhao spoke up, then everything is easy to say."

"I also saw it really, this Little Brother is a legitimate defense!"

"Then die You are not a good guy at first sight!"

The patrolman smiled and put away the bank note, and then with a big wave, he freed Fang Zhou from the shackles, dispersed the crowd with him, and led the patrol team away. go.

"Good boy, Sword Art is good."

Master Zhao is holding a cigarette stick, his eyes are complicated and said with a smile.

How many things did this kid hide?

Fang Zhou picked up the grey cloth and tied the iron sword again, then moved towards Master Zhao cup one fist in the other hand: "many thanks Master Zhao."

If Without Master Zhao, Fang Zhou felt that once he was caught in the cell, he would be unaccompanied and feared that he would suffer a crime.

"No effort at all, besides, even without me, you would be fine."

Master Zhao exhaled smoke and squinted one eye.

Seeing in the distance, a lithe and graceful silhouette holding an oiled paper umbrella painted with plum blossoms came in styles.

A slashed red skirt, a graceful figure, rolls up a scent of fragrance while walking, attracting pedestrians in the street to look and be confused.

Fang Zhou startled, turned his head and looked towards the woman.

The woman glanced at Huang Le's corpse without any fluctuations. When she saw Fang Zhou, her red lips were slightly pursed, she stepped on her long legs and twisted her hips to speed up her pace.

"Youth Fang, are you not injured?"

"Hurry up and show me."

Sister Mei came to Fang Zhou and looked up and down Fang Zhou.

"cough cough cough..."

Master Zhao was choked on his cigarette.

Youth Fang?

Such an intimate name really made the old man get goose bumps all over his body.

I’m getting old, so I can’t listen to any nasty words.

The attitude of Ye Zimei, coupled with what I saw last night, makes Master Zhao very scared to think carefully.

Fang Zhou, this kid, really...

Fang Zhou was extremely embarrassed and underwent pressure that he shouldn't have at his age.

The same sentence, even if the house spirit flies, there is a pot Fang Zhou on his back...

"many thanks Sister Mei, I'm fine."

Fang Zhou squeezed a smile and said.

"It's okay, this person was sent by Lei Laohu, isn't it? Sister Mei can help you ask for an explanation!"

Sister Mei coldly snorted.

"That...Xiaomei, Fang Zhou is from my Old Zhao." Master Zhao said.

Sister Mei held the umbrella and glanced at Master Zhao: "Then you won't save Youth Fang? If he is injured, will you accompany him?"

Master Zhao was caught again After choking his cigarette, what old man is so... speechless!

This woman... is as unreasonable as ever.

Sister Mei pursed her red lips, and then took Fang Zhou's wrist, and planned to take him away.

Master Zhao single-eyed, extend the hand also grabbed Fang Zhou's arm.

Fang Zhou: "..."

"Old Zhao, let go!"

Sister Mei's eyebrows are upside down.

Old Zhao struck his neck: "old man no!"

Sister Mei's beautiful and alluring charming face, red lips gradually provoke a dangerous arc.

Master Zhao, one-eyed eyelids twitched, hurriedly added a sentence.

"The old man didn't make a move, it was because Sect Lord Pei wanted to test Zhouzi! Now, I want to take him to see Sect Lord Pei. This was an appointment made yesterday!"

Sect Lord Pei? test?

Sister Mei startled, the dangerous red lips are gradually smoothed out.

She had a feeling in the heart, raised the oil paper umbrella, and looked towards the second floor of the restaurant, but saw the blue clothes man facing her and lightly raised the wine glass.

Sister Mei's face suddenly burst into a sweet smile, and responded with a tick.

Subsequently, Sister Mei looked towards Master Zhao, and her face was stinking.

Sister Mei loosened her wrist holding Fang Zhou, and her green fingers touched Fang Zhou's chest. It was a little shy laughed: "Youth Fang, don't forget our agreement tonight. "

"Lei Laohu, over there, sister asks for an explanation for you!"

The words fell.

Sister Mei stepped on her long white legs, holding the oil paper umbrella, swaying her graceful figure, and turned to leave.

Master Zhao pursed his lips for a while, the promise tonight?

The old man who has been single for many years sounds particularly harsh.

Master Zhao looked at Fang Zhou with strange and complicated eyes.

"Zhouzi..."

Master Zhao hesitated to speak, and finally turned into a long sigh.

"youngster...be restrained."