Shenzhou Medicine Master

Chapter 172 You Can't Blame Me For Killing You

Going to visit Master Qiao, do you need to discuss something?
City Lord Qi was startled for a moment, then smiled and said: "So, I will report to my lord. Let's see how my lord responds."

After speaking, he sent a flying message.

After a while, Feixun replied.

The lord said that Fairy Luo is very welcome to meet you at the Junfu.

What seems to be a complicated matter, he can get it done in one report.

The protagonist is a strong man in the later stage of Valkyrie.To be honest, a foreign Wu Zhen really didn't have the confidence or courage to meet him.

But a peerless genius like Fairy Luo must be an exception.

This kind of person has many life-saving magic weapons, and it is extremely difficult to kill.Let alone a martial god, even a martial immortal would dare to meet him.And no matter where you go, you will not be neglected.

"Fairy Luo, I have already reported this matter to my lord. My lord said that Fairy Luo is welcome as a guest." City Lord Qi replied to Jiang Yao.

"I'm going to Juncheng in a few days. Since Fairy Luo is leaving tomorrow, I might as well go with Fairy Luo a few days earlier, so that I can take care of her."

Fairy Luo smiled and said, "Then thank City Lord Qi. City Lord Qi is so thoughtful, I will remember it in my heart."

Qi Yang thought to himself: "Sure enough, he is a world-defying genius from a high school, so neither humble nor overbearing, he is really like a phoenix."

"Hey, although I am a vassal, I seem to have power and power, but compared with these people, what is it? People are more popular than people."

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Qi Yang didn't want to bother him any more, leaving some local special products of spirit fruit behind, so he left.

Jiang Yao was also in a good mood seeing the success of the plan to wait for the rabbit.Seeing that it was still early, he left the inn, intending to learn about the sights and features of the central city.

There are row upon row of shops and commercial buildings in the city, and there are many pedestrians. At first glance, there is everything that one expects to find, and it is very prosperous.

But on closer inspection, that's not the case.

Although there are many people with luxurious clothes and horses and horses on the avenue, there are more low-level martial arts with low cultivation and panic-looking expressions.

They wandered in the streets and alleys, wandering around in front of large commercial buildings, looking for opportunities to work.

There were even some people sitting on the ground, armed with weapons, and hung a sign saying: Work hard.

The so-called hard work is actually a killer who sacrifices his life to help others solve troubles.

Of course, it belongs to the lowest level of unprofessional killers.

"Fairy Luo" has encountered more than a dozen so-called killers alone along the way.

I even saw an old warrior who was hundreds of years old, leaning on a low-level knife and wearing a sign of "Working for Life" on his body.

There is also a samurai with a disability in the early stage, with a line written on the ground:

"I'm so hungry, my cultivation has plummeted. Please reward me with two pieces of spiritual jade, so that I can have a spiritual meal."

Jiang Yao watched and shook her head.

Fairy Luo stopped walking, threw down a piece of Lingyu (ten yuan), and said to the disabled warrior, "Here."

"My lord..." The disabled warrior first snatched the spirit jade thrown in front of him, then quickly knelt down and kowtowed to thank him.

When I looked up, I saw that the fairy-like Lord Wuzhen had already gone away.

Fairy Luo strolled over, and all the passers-by saluted or stayed away.

They didn't dare to look up wantonly, for fear of attracting death.

When I walked downstairs to a real girl, a few loud laughter rang out, and then a group of men dressed in gorgeous real clothes came out.

They were all drunk, apparently drank a lot of spiritual wine, and spoke nonsense complacently.

"That woman is a consummate young concubine of a samurai, but in her early twenties, I actually got the red pill, oh, that taste, tsk tsk tsk, three hundred spirit jades are really not in vain..."

"What are you? I kissed the number one in this building today, and I'm sure I'll have a good time in the future..."

Several people were talking happily, but suddenly they stopped abruptly together, and they were sobered up from the wine.

After that, several people bowed their heads together and saluted: "I have seen Mr. Wuzhen!"

But this "Fairy Luo" didn't pay any attention to her, she just walked past without even looking at her.

"Beheaded! Beheaded!" Suddenly someone shouted in front.

With a whoosh, a large group of people gathered around.

As soon as Jiang Yao released his consciousness, he could clearly see the situation several miles away.

Dozens of martial arts practitioners were abolished, kneeling on a high platform, and behind them stood a few armored soldiers from the City Lord's Mansion.

"They dare to refuse to pay taxes, they are traitors!" shouted a armored soldier, and with a wave of a long knife in his hand, several heads flew up.

In the blink of an eye, the heads of dozens of "rebels" fell to the ground.

Their primordial spirit overflowed and was immediately absorbed by a man in black who had prepared long ago.The man in black ingested dozens of souls with a weapon, smiling like a child.

"This is the end of tax resistance!" shouted the armored soldiers of the City Lord's Mansion.

Jiang Yao already knows that this city is gorgeous and beautiful on one side, and lice and filthy on the other. Joy is accompanied by misery, luxury is accompanied by poverty, and blood is accompanied by resistance.

Jiang Yao passed two more streets, and suddenly sensed a somewhat familiar aura.

It turned out to be Xu Erlang, a boy from the mountain village.

The young man from the Han family who came to Moyang City to work, only had the cultivation level of a warrior in the early stage, and he was only twenty years old.

At this time, Xu Erlang was wearing worn-out real clothes, animal leather shoes on his feet, and his messy hair tied up with a bone hairpin, looking very shabby and shabby.

Really "down to earth".

To say that the only decoration on his body is a sword around his waist.

This sword is only a first-class sword weapon, not only the lowest level, but also very broken.

Without even a sheath, it was just inserted into the boy's waist naked.

He came to Moyang City from the mountain village with the caravan, except for a meeting with Jiang Yao, he rarely spoke along the way, and his sense of presence was as low as his cultivation base.

At this time, the boy was being surrounded by two warriors.

"Boy, I thought you were pitiful, so I asked you to work in the mines outside the city, but you didn't go? You don't know what's good, do you? You make me lose face."

The samurai in front sneered completely.

Xu Erlang cupped his fists and said, "Fellow Daoist, I don't want to go to the mines outside the city."

He had long been reminded by the caravan steward not to work in the mines outside the city.

It specializes in arresting or tricking casual cultivators from other places to do hard labor. As long as they enter the mine, they will continue to work, but the wages are pitifully low.

Where are the miners?They are miners at all.

Xu Erlang is not stupid, how could he trust the other party?
The samurai's perfect green skin chuckled, pointed at Xu Erlang's clothes and the broken sword at his waist, and sneered contemptuously:
"Look at your virtue. You don't know where you came from. You don't even have a storage bag. It's an embarrassment to Wuxiu."

"A mere early warrior, as poor as a beggar, actually has a job and can't do it? Huh, I want you to go, you have to go, you have to go, or you have to go!"

Xu Erlang took a step back, bowed his head and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't bully others too much."

Turn around and leave.

"Looking for death!" the warrior shouted consummately, "So what if a dog like an ant bullies you?"

After speaking, he slapped him.

He is a complete warrior, Xu Erlang is only an early warrior, and his cultivation base is three small steps behind.

If this slap was real, Xu Erlang would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

How quick is the perfect movement of the samurai?
Seeing that this slap sealed Xu Erlang's front, back, left, and right sides.

But at this moment, Xu Erlang suddenly drew his sword, turned around and stabbed!
With a puff, the lowest-level broken sword pierced the warrior's perfect eyebrow.

The samurai stared blankly at the sword piercing his eyebrows, and looked at the boy.

The hilt of the sword was held in a slender hand without the slightest tremor.

The boy's eyes showed a hint of fear.

"This is the first time I've killed someone."

"Aren't you a Samurai Consummation? Why are you so weak?"

"I don't know you can't hide, you can't blame me for killing you."

Killing the local aborigines in this strange city, the young Xu Erlang was very frightened, but his hand holding the sword still did not tremble in the slightest.

With a plop, the samurai fell consummately, dead.All souls were strangled by this sword.

The next samurai, Consummation, was already stunned.

Just now, Xing San clearly made the first move. He was clearly a perfect warrior, but he was killed by this young man with a sword?
He was only stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, raised his hand and punched Xu Erlang.

"die!"

This punch has no reservations, tyranny, fury!
But before his fist hit Xu Erlang, he saw a flash of sword light.

Immediately afterwards, I felt a pain in Lingtai.

His forehead had already been pierced by the broken sword.

Fall!

Xu Erlang looked at the two corpses in disbelief, his eyes were full of surprise, and he looked at a loss.

"Your cultivation is fake?"

"I didn't know you couldn't hide..."

　The second is more dedicated, the power outage was too long during the day today, and a lot of time was wasted.Crab everyone supports, ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a book review!Good night!

　　
　
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