Fortune and misfortune depended on each other. From the moment Ye Chuxiao took the initiative to jump into the whirlpool, although he was bound to be chased and intercepted by ambitious people, he also had the capital to stand at the forefront of the storm.
The increase in fortune is just a sign.
Blocked near the gate of the city was a middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples. He had two swords hanging on his waist and a bamboo hat on his head. Although he looked somewhat noble, he was actually not very advanced.
.
It's a miserable state at best.
The state of suffering is a process of cutting away hair and marrow, removing mortal bones. No matter what path of cultivation you follow, you are bound to endure the pain of being cut into pieces with a thousand knives.
And all the monks who have survived the difficult situation will appear to have extremely strong vitality. Even if they are over fifty years old, they will never show any signs of aging.
The middle-aged man in front of me, the traces of aging are clearly visible on his face and body.
Since the most he can do is wallow in misery, for Ye Chuxiao, he is by no means invincible.
Standing still, Ye Chuxiao clenched his fists and assumed a defensive posture.
At the same time, the Thirty-Six Strange Iron Hand Secret Manuals stored in his consciousness were being scrolled through quickly, and a lot of theoretical knowledge was also temporarily absorbed by Ye Chuxiao.
Thanks to Dao Yun, Ye Chuxiao's qualifications are already extraordinary, and the Thirty-Six Strange Iron Hands is not a profound martial arts. He absorbed and digested it quickly.
"The tower-holding hand in the thirty-six strange iron hands? It seems that you are indeed a disciple of Yuetingshan."
"Hand over the Nine-Death Demonic Skill, and I will leave you with a whole body." As the middle-aged man spoke, he had already pulled out the two swords at his waist. The fierce light blooming in his eyes and the greedy look on his face,
It has made him lose his mind a little bit.
At this time, Ye Chuxiao did not look at the knife in the opponent's hand, but fixed his eyes on the middle-aged toes.
The middle-aged man has thick arms, thick calluses on both hands, and is dressed in short clothes, which shows that he is a martial artist.
A martial artist in a difficult situation is always best at close combat. No matter which direction or angle the opponent attacks from, the first thing to be exposed is always the feet.
Ye Chuxiao's legs and feet are now weak and it is inconvenient to fight, so he can only think of ways to seize the enemy's opportunity and turn defense into offense.
"There's so much nonsense. The Nine-Death Demonic Art is in my hand. Come and get it if you are capable." Ye Chuxiao said in a low voice, making his voice as hoarse as possible.
A 'remnant' who is lucky enough to survive after his family is wiped out is generally believed to be at least like an evil ghost crawling out of hell. And the voice is sometimes better than the appearance, forming the first impression on people.
.
"Okay!" The middle-aged man's face was filled with joy, and his rationality disappeared a little under the lust for profit. He took a step forward with both knives, as if the knives were dragging people, and they were already slashing towards Ye Chuxiao.
Since traveling through this world, the first battle started in such a hurry, but Ye Chuxiao didn't have any mood swings.
Sometimes, defects arising from spiritual practice are not necessarily all bad things.
When the middle-aged man came with a sword, Ye Chuxiao followed the change of the opponent's toes, took a step back and turned suddenly sideways.
He wrapped his left arm around the back of his head and struck with a swing. At the same time, he twisted his waist and used his right elbow like a big gun, aiming at the middle-aged man's shoulder and striking hard.
Thirty-Six Strange Iron Hands, the strange character is one of its tricks.
The iron hand still needs time to be polished, and it takes hard work and study, but the Qi Zi skill can be used at any time as long as it is understood thoroughly.
Ye Chuxiao, on the other hand, showed his skillful skills and used the two moves of "naughty boy holding his head" and "spiritual ape turning around" at the same time. It was as if the left and right were fighting each other, and he hit a combination.
These two moves are both hidden murderous moves. They are shot at the same time and at the right time, which immediately messes up the opponent's position.
When the middle-aged man dodged one of Ye Chuxiao's dazzling moves, shaking his head and shaking his hands, there was another move that he couldn't dodge no matter what.
Although the middle-aged man was at a higher level than Ye Chuxiao, he was first guessed in the direction of the attack, and then he was hit by an elbow on the shoulder by Ye Chuxiao. He suddenly lost his stability, raised his head and fell to one side, even though he temporarily swung the knife.
He turned around and used the 'Search for the Moon from the Sea' move in an attempt to force Ye Chuxiao back and stabilize his body, but Ye Chuxiao rolled away on the spot.
Then Ye Chuxiao grabbed the sand on the ground, threw it towards the middle-aged man's face, dragged his lame leg forward, shrank up, used his elbow as a spear, and his fist as a cannon, and hit the middle-aged man in the chest.
puff!
The middle-aged man vomited blood and fell away due to the collision of infuriating energy and the brutal blow.
Ye Chuxiao strode forward, trampled on one of the middle-aged men's legs and arms, confiscated the entanglement and two knives from the other man's body, then pushed open the small door on the side of the city gate and left.
The entire fighting process actually only happened in a few breaths.
Linzhou City is a small city. If there is no war, there will be no dedicated soldiers or government officials stationed at the city gate late at night.
Of course, few ordinary people would go in and out of the city gates late at night.
This also made it particularly convenient for Ye Chuxiao to leave the city.
After leaving the city, Ye Chuxiao did not see the increase in his life value. It was not until early the next morning that his life value suddenly rose to twenty points.
It can be seen that after the middle-aged man was rescued, his disguised identity was fully recognized.
After another half day, the number reached thirty.
After that, the growth of life value becomes slow.
"With an increase of nearly 30 points in life, this wave of adventure is already worth it."
“Should I play it safe next, or continue to take risks?”
The thoughts just turned around in Ye Chuxiao's mind, and he had already made a seemingly crazy decision.
"A mere thirty points of destiny, how can it be enough?"
"A man born in heaven and earth, how can he be timid?" Unknowingly, Ye Chuxiao's mentality changed again.
It's just that such crazy thoughts and the emotions that gradually became a little indifferent offset each other, and instead made Ye Chuxiao have a state similar to crazy rationality.
"As the 'Ninth Junior Brother', it is not advisable to run away blindly."
"Although you can gain a lot of lives, sooner or later you will overturn."
"I should use the Nine-Death Demonic Skill as a bargaining chip and find a powerful force that also cares about some superficial skills as a backer."
"It's a pity that my current understanding of this world is still close to a blank." Ye Chuxiao thought of this, then turned around, changed his appearance, and sneaked back to Linzhou City.
Since I have nowhere to go, I might as well go back to Linzhou City first.
Of course, the identity of the little beggar Chen Fusheng cannot be used.
Next, he must quickly establish a basic understanding of the world and find the person who protects him as the "Ninth Junior Brother".
After burying the confiscated swords, Ye Chuxiao mixed in the crowd and returned to Linzhou City again. At this time, he was like a drop of water flowing into the river.
In just half a day, many new faces appeared in Linzhou City, which originally had a small flow of people.
Monks from all over the surrounding areas gathered in this small town, making it crowded and lively.
The Tianwei Martial Arts Hall, which had been wiped out, was surrounded by people from the government.
The civilian men who were forcibly recruited, under the pressure of the officials, demolished the entire Tianwei Martial Arts Hall and prepared to dig three feet into the ground.
In the past, it was just a rumor that the Tianwei Martial Arts Hall had the 'Nine Death Demonic Skill'. Even Qiuchangling failed to achieve it, and no one else had any hope.
But starting last night, everything changed.
The ninth disciple of the martial arts school, ‘Wei Ming’, who came back from the dead, is undoubtedly the Tianwei martial arts school, which once preserved the best evidence of the old man Tianxie’s nine-death magic skill.
Thank you Jicang for your one hundred coins, and thank you Langli Langah for your one hundred coins!