Seven days later, Meng Xiang limped away from Guyang City with a bag of daily necessities and a wooden stick, with a mysterious smile faintly showing on his face.

The Huang family was destroyed and the city lord's mansion was stolen. It was a great event in Guyang City. That night, the whole city was in martial law. Soldiers and constables searched everywhere with the tokens of the city lord's mansion. Locations such as hotels and inns were the focus of the search, and Meng Xiang was also searched several times.

Meng Xiang's previous preparations worked. In addition, he was relatively young, and the soldiers and constables who searched did not doubt him, but just asked him to tell what he saw that night. He picked up the situation he saw that night and successfully got through it.

Guyang City had a total of three days of martial law. Except for some small minions who were caught, none of the main culprits in the two major cases were arrested. However, many gangsters who usually commit crimes were arrested, which was considered to be a contribution to the public security of Guyang City.

About fifty miles after leaving Guyang City, Meng Xiang found a remote place, threw away the wooden stick in his hand, untied the plywood tied to his legs, and took big steps forward and quickly walked forward. While walking, he was humming his own little song gently, and he was in a very happy mood.

That day, he got not much of the small cloth bag from the black shadow, only two, one was a red bead the size of a pigeon egg, translucent, and a bright red flame inside it was beating constantly, as if it was alive.

The other is a light red stone strip, about two inches long, about two fingers wide and about two minutes thick. Apart from some natural flame-like patterns on it, it is not eye-catching. In the eyes of ordinary people, it can only be regarded as a relatively special piece of jade. However, when Meng Xiang saw it for the first time, his heart involuntarily accelerated his beating.

Others would misread the true identity of the red stone strip, but he would never. In his previous life, he had the honor of seeing a grand occasion of the immortal cultivation sect recruiting disciples. Those selected sects would distribute something like a long stone.

At that time, and it was the only event he had seen in the grand event where the Immortal Cultivation Sect recruited disciples, one of his friends was lucky to be selected by a Immortal Cultivation Sect.

Before leaving, he celebrated his friends, and his friends drank a little too much. After he was inspired by them intentionally or unintentionally, he told some secrets of immortal cultivators, including the stone strips distributed by the sect. It was a tool used by immortal cultivators to store information, called Yutong Jian.

The Jade Pupil Shop sent to them by those sects did not have any magical practices, but only some rules and precepts, as well as some introductions to the world of sects. The purpose is only to allow them to have a general understanding of the environment they will live in in the future and not to make some low-level mistakes.

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After getting the red jade pupil, Meng Xiang once put it on his forehead, focused his attention and tried to read information from it. Unfortunately, he tried many times but failed. It seemed that there was a gap between him and the jade pupil, and he could not break through it.

When he encountered this situation, he was not upset but happy. He heard from his friends that there were generally two possibilities for not being able to read the information in the Jade Pupil. One of his own cultivation did not meet the conditions for opening, and the other was that the Jade Pupil was banned. No matter which of these two possibilities, it means that the Jade Pupil he obtained was not simple.

Just when Meng Xiang was walking through a dense forest with joy, preparing to continue his journey and strive to reach Longzhao Beach earlier, suddenly the wind sounded above his head, and a huge black shadow fell from the sky and fell to the ground with a bang, trembling.

Meng Xiang stopped quickly and watched. When he saw the black shadow clearly, he couldn't help but feel nervous. In front of him was a giant man, almost two taller than him, his whole body was full of muscles, each piece raised high, like a small bowl with dark skin, shiny and shiny, and it was like a living black iron tower.

Meng Xiang felt inexplicably familiar when he first saw him. When he saw the giant mace close to one foot long against his shoulder, he could already determine his identity 100%. He was the giant man who committed a major crime in Guyang City that night.

The giant man lowered his head, stared at Meng Xiang tightly, and said in a thunderous voice: "Boy, hand over the fire spirit beads, I will let you go. Otherwise, grandpa will smash you."

As he said, it seemed that in order to increase the intimidation of his words, he held the giant mace on his shoulders heavily on the ground, smashing a deep pit as big as a bathtub on the ground, and the strong wind blew the dust and leaves flying everywhere.

Fire Spirit Pearl? Is it the red bead with a ball of flame in the middle? How did this big man know that something is on me? Meng Xiang couldn't help but be stunned, but he quickly calmed down: "Uncle, are you wrong, right? I have never heard of that Fire Spirit Pearl, how could I have it on my body?"

"Lie!" The giant man shouted, without giving Meng Xiang a chance to explain, and swung the giant mace and smashed it hard on the top of his head.

With a loud bang, a large pit appeared on the ground that was larger than a house and almost reached a depth of one person. Falling leaves were flying and dust was flying, making the scene messy.

When the giant saw Meng Xiang dodged his blow, he shouted, raised the giant mace with one hand, rushed towards him, completely ignoring a big tree with a waist blocking in front of him, and smashed it straight.

With a loud bang, the tree was smashed into two pieces by the waist. The head of the spiked mace was still cast, and it still hit Meng Xiang's head. If it was really hit, even if his head was iron, it would be smashed to pieces.

Just when the giant man raised his giant mace and smashed it over for the third time, Meng Xiang shouted loudly: "Wait a minute." Although the giant man's ruthlessness had already aroused his anger, he still wanted to understand the doubts in his heart first.

"Boy, hand over the Fire Spirit Pearl, otherwise you will die." After that, the mace in his hand was about to fall down again.

"Slow. My friend, you can answer me a question first, and it's not too late for us to do it."

"explain."

"Friend, how can you be sure that the fire spirit bead must be on me? If not, if you act rashly and I can't escape it, wouldn't I lose my life in vain?"

"Boy, I can feel that the Fire Spirit Pearl is on you. As for killing the wrong person, there are not a thousand or eight hundred souls under my Shi Zhutian. What's the point of adding one more to you? Boy, have you finished talking nonsense? You hand over the Fire Spirit Pearl now, I'll let you die happily, otherwise grandpa will crush the bones on your body piece by piece."

"Okay! I'll play with you." Meng Xiang saw that things were fine, so he pulled out a long knife from his bag, then threw some daily necessities he bought aside, and greeted the giant man Shizhutian.

"Haha..." Seeing Meng Xiang's actions, Shi Zhutian laughed wildly, took a big step forward, raised his mace high, and smashed it hard at the top of his head. Before the mace arrived, the strong wind brought about sweeping a large area of ​​leaves and dead grass on the ground, flying all over the sky.

Meng Xiang felt aversion to the wind. Although he had eaten the meat of the silver sword tiger fish, his strength was much greater than that of ordinary adults, he did not dare to take the mace as thick as a bowl. He could only avoid the edge for a while and use his body to flexibly dodge it.

Originally, Meng Xiang thought that no matter how strong Shi Zhutian was, he would not be able to last if he waved such a huge and heavy mace continuously. As long as he waited for his strength to decay and his speed slowed down, he could kill him.

Although he could not afford a good knife secret in his previous life because of his poverty, he could only practice the most common "Night Battle of the Eight-Stand Sword" sword technique, he was still confident in killing a reckless man like Shi Zhutian who only knew how to use brute force. However, the facts proved that his wishful thinking was wrong.

For some reason, Shi Zhutian seemed to have endless strength in his body. He waved the giant mace and had been chasing him for more than half an hour. His strength and speed did not decay at all. On the contrary, there was a tendency to continue to strengthen.

Once, he suspected that Shi Zhutian's giant mace was fake and made of the lightest Paulownia wood, but the big trees and pits all over the ground told him that Shi Zhutian was holding a real guy.

Another quarter of an hour later, Meng Xiang could not control the anger in his heart, and suddenly burst out, raising his knife to face the giant mace swept over Shi Zhutian.

With a local roar, sparks flew everywhere, Meng Xiang and his sword flew four or five feet away. Although the sword did not let go, the tiger's mouth was shattered, and the blood soon dyed the hilt red.

At the same time, a strong force was transmitted to the shoulders along the arm, and then it rushed into the chest. Then the heart was cramped, the throat became sweet, and a fishy smell rushed into the mouth, and bright red blood flowed out of the corners of the mouth.

"Haha... the mantis arm is in a car!" Seeing Meng Xiang being injured, Shi Zhutian made undisguised ridicule. Before Meng Xiang recovered, he took a few steps, waved his mace and swept him in the waist.

Due to injury, Meng Xiang's movement speed began to slow down. Many attacks that could have been easily avoided became more difficult. Many times, the maces were wiped against his body and were full of dangers.

After a blood groove was scraped out on the arm of the mace, Meng Xiang suddenly jumped back, quickly opened the distance between him and Shi Zhutian, and put his left hand into his arms.

When Shi Zhutian strode after him, Meng Xiang showed a sneer on his face and quickly took out his left hand from his arms, but there was a black iron tube in his palm, and then he calmly pressed it heavily on the red button.

In an instant, a ox-haired flying needle that was even thinner than the raindrop flew out of the iron tube, turning into a large net several meters in radius, and covering the head of Shizhutiandou.

"Ah!" Shi Zhutian shouted loudly, and the giant mace seemed to have lost its weight at once. It turned into a big windmill between his hands, which instantly turned into a big windmill, not only protecting his whole body, but also gushed out a huge strong wind, blowing the fine needles of the cow-haired needles all over the place, and a small part even flew towards Meng Xiang himself.

In the end, only a small number of flying needles were not affected by the strong wind and successfully flew to Shi Zhutian, but were all knocked away by the mace that was rotating like a wheel.

"Boy, I'm looking for death. I dare to let the darkness... darkness..." Shi Zhutian could no longer say anything about the following words, and the surging blood blocked his throat.

After Shi Zhutian blocked the attack of the flying needle, he became furious and scolded loudly, preparing to teach Meng Xiang a hard lesson. But just as he was about to settle the score with Meng Xiang, he lost his trace.

Just as he was looking for Meng Xiang's whereabouts, he felt a chill in his chest and abdomen. When he looked down, he happened to see Meng Xiang's cold eyes. At some point, he actually bullied into his arms.
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