I Can Crit In Martial Arts

　　 night.

　　 street.

　　 A figure is walking in the dark with a paper umbrella. The walking pace is very slow, but the speed feels very fast. It is not raining but holding an umbrella. He is either a fool or a high-level master.

　　 With the help of moonlight.

　　His face emerged, he was a good-looking man, with a calm expression and good temperament, giving people the feeling of a noble son who had come out of a scholarly family.

　　 There was no road ahead, but thinking about walking straight, he saw him throwing his hand and the paper umbrella was spinning in the air. The man jumped up, grabbed the handle of the umbrella, and slid towards the distance.

　　 The action is chic, under the moonlight, it seems to come from above the moon, but the image is just about to come out.

　　 As usual, it was late at night, and everyone else was cultivating, but Lin Fan was still cultivating. He had a very high interest in cultivation, which could not be described in a few words.

　　 suddenly.

　　 He opened his eyes, and he had cultivated to the eighth layer of Qi. He was clever in his ears and eyes, and he could hear the subtle voices. Naturally, ordinary voices would not be too much, but when a master strikes, he can't ignore the sounds.

　　 outside.

　　 Zhou Sheng's arrival didn't disturb anyone. Except for Lin Fan, everyone else was already asleep. Who would have thought anyone would notice here.

　　 "Simple."

　　 Holding a paper umbrella, Zhou Sheng walked inward step by step, and soon he came to the warehouse, standing in front of the door, gently opened the door.

　　 It's dark inside.

　　 Zhou Sheng is different from other assassins. He never hides his face, takes out a fire fold, and lights the oil lamp on the table beside him. The fire gradually flourishes, illuminating the surrounding environment.

　　 With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he held up the oil lamp and used some skill to throw the oil lamp towards the goods inside.

　　 I didn't even look at it, turned around confidently, and prepared to leave.

　　 But the imaginary fire dragon did not appear.

　　 Zhou Sheng turned around. The paper umbrella covering his eyebrows blocked his vision, but he saw a pair of feet appear not far away. Lifting the paper umbrella, he saw a young man holding an oil lamp in his palm.

"what!"

　　 He was slightly surprised.

　　 came quietly, and someone discovered him, something he hadn't thought of.

　　Lin Fan held the oil lamp, glanced at the other person, then walked over, put the oil lamp on the table, "The night is dry, be careful of the candle, what do you intentionally set the fire here?"

　　 "You shouldn't be from Qinglei League."

　　 He could think of setting fire to the warehouse, but he wanted to come, and the young masters and ladies should not be stupid enough to burn this place which is not really important.

　　 Just as he and Guo Ye guess, think that there is an external force intervening.

　　 Zhou Sheng didn't expect that this person would be so indifferent when he saw him. This courage surprised him a bit, and looked at Lin Fan quite playfully.

　　 "Boy, who are you?" Zhou Sheng asked.

　　 "The one who guards the warehouse." Lin Fan said calmly.

Zhou Sheng turned the paper umbrella in his hand, "Unexpectedly, you found me and didn't yell, are you not afraid of me? Or you are very smart, knowing that when you yell, I can make you instantly Close your eyes?"

"Afraid? Very strange question." Lin Fan shook his head, "Who sent you, forget it, no matter who sent it, it's not necessary. Even if someone interrupts the practice during the day, I didn't expect to pay it at night. If someone interrupts my cultivation, I will solve you sooner, and I can continue to practice sooner."

　　 Hearing what Lin Fan said, Zhou Sheng's handsome face showed a smile.

　　 "The arrogant guy."

　　 just...

　　 At this moment, Zhou Sheng's facial expression changed, his pupils changed, and the boy in front of him suddenly appeared in front of him, very fast, without any reaction.

　　 smiled, he saw Lin Fan smiling at him.

　　 "Go to die."

　　 Zhou Sheng roared, boiling vigorously, and the paper umbrella in his hand spun up, with sharp edges, attacking Lin Fan.

but…

boom!

Lin Fan slapped Zhou Sheng's head with both palms, and the vigor penetrated. The shocked opponent's head turned over, as if tofu was smashed into pieces. Then he flipped his palm, his palm was like a tray, slapped his throat and pierced his fingers. The vigor is shocking, and the blood does not leak.

　　 "Uh uh..."

　　 With his head raised, his mouth opened, his eyes burst out, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

　　 "I don't want to be troublesome, but when something happens, I have to make it okay. I have an umbrella at night. The style is good, but I am weak."

　　 Lin Fan looked at the warehouse environment, saw a good corner, and walked towards that side, while the whole body pierced by his fingers, his feet directly off the ground, was carried by Lin Fan.

　　 came to the corner.

　　 Lin Fan stepped on the ground several times. The soil was soft. He slowly laid Zhou Sheng on the ground and took out his fingers. There was no blood on the fingers, and there was a trace of blood overflowing from the pierced throat of the opponent, but it did not flow out.

　　 Then, Lin Fan took a deep breath, put his five fingers together, and pierced the ground directly, digging the hole, only to see the palm of his hand quickly, the afterimages continued, and not long after, the hole that could hold one person was dug out.

　　 search the body.

　　 Found: white silk handkerchief, flute, some silver bills.

　　 There are a lot of silver tickets, all of which are large.

Obviously it was the expense of working for others, but unfortunately, before they were used out, he was accepted by Lin Fan. As for the handkerchief and the flute, he was not greedy. Basic morality is still required. Keeping something for your funeral is a big deal. It's very much.

　　 picked up the other party's paper umbrella, thinking about the other party's appearance, it made him a little curious, erected the umbrella, pretended to be, the umbrella covered his eyebrows, feeling for a while.

　　 "Hehe, it does have a style." Lin Fan smiled, put the umbrella away, and threw it into the pit. It was another funerary.

　　 Bury the soil, step on it.

　　 Move the unused goods from the warehouse here, and press down the corpse below.

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　　 Lin Fan blew out the oil lamp, except that the warehouse closed, returned to the house, and sat cross-legged to practice. What just happened was just a trivial matter.

　　 He knew that the other party did not go back and would definitely attract attention, but what can the other party do?

　　 is to send someone over to check at most.

　　 As long as you don't do damage, let the other party go.

　　 "Just..." Guo Zhengtang didn't sleep, and asked curiously, Lin Fan, who was cultivating, had nothing important and would never leave.

　　 Lin Fan said calmly: "Kill a person who likes to use umbrellas."

　　 Guo Zhengtang was silent.

　　 This son is terrifying.

　　 A few days later, it was almost dark.

　　 The warehouse ushered in a guest that Lin Fan hadn't expected.

　　 "Brother Lin, Brother Liu said that he hadn't seen you for a long time and asked me to meet you. Let's have a drink and chat. I thought it was indeed a long time since I saw you, so I came." Huang Zhang said with a smile.

　　 Lin Fan said: "It's true that I haven't seen him for a long time, how is Brother Liu?"

　　 He was a little surprised and puzzled about how Liu Jinshi suddenly came to look for him. He didn't know how the other party thought of him.

　　 Although I am puzzled.

　　 But still greeted inside the house.

　　 Liu Jinshi took a look at the environment inside the house. It was very ordinary, but the sloppy Guo Zhengtang attracted his attention. It was strange how could there be a man who looks like a beggar here.

　　 If Lin Fan knew.

　　 will definitely correct Liu Jinshi's thoughts. This person is not like a beggar, but a beggar. It is not good at all to make a mistake.

　　 Huang Zhang put the packed meals into a bowl, and then took the initiative to pour them wine.

　　 "Brother Liu, Brother Huang, please..." Lin Fan raised his glass and smiled.

"please!"

"please!"