In the ancestral house, Lin Zhao was lying on the yellow pear wood table in the main hall, drawing talismans seriously. In the military talisman handbook left by his third senior brother, Lin Zhao was already familiar with the two most basic primary talismans, so Lin Zhao
Zhao has already begun to practice writing a more complicated Fengyong Talisman. The so-called Fengyong Talisman is similar to a talisman that can enhance one's courage and combat power. The structure of the talisman is very complicated. There is a strange shape of the word "Fenyong" in the position of the talisman, like
It's like two soldiers facing each other with long swords.
The first Fenyong Talisman was written five days ago. After Lin Zhao tried it once, the effect was average. However, after five days of research and practice, Lin Zhao's Fenyong Talisman became much more regular and the drawing was no longer so scattered.
, just as he waved his pen, the true energy in his body penetrated into the talisman with the force of the pen, and a new talisman of courage was written!
"Lin Zhao!"
On the side, Zhang Liucheng squatted on a chair to observe, and said: "Is this courage talisman really useful?"
"Yeah, but it's not very useful."
Lin Zhaodao: "I only use the simplest yellow paper, and the cinnabar is also the worst, and the artistic conception and heat I use to write the talismans are not enough, so this kind of courage talisman may only have a little use, but it cannot be sold.
What big money is coming?"
"oh……"
Zhang Liucheng was a little disappointed and said: "I thought you were really that powerful. There is nothing you can do. You should wait until I become the Sword Immortal and you can be my lackey!"
"Get out!"
Lin Zhao said angrily.
"Hahaha~~~"
The naughty boy waved his wooden sword and ran out the door.
…
Afternoon.
Two foreigners came to the town. One was a tinker carrying a tool bag, and the other was a candied haws seller. Every household in the town used iron pans. The fewer the iron pans, the thinner they were. In the end, it was inevitable
There are loopholes, and there are many children in the town, and their favorite thing is candied haws, so these two people plus a salesman, there is never a shortage in the town.
evening.
The tinker bought two sesame cakes and sat on a badly damaged small stone bridge to eat them. On the side, the candied haws seller also put the straw aside, took out his own homemade pancakes from his arms and started eating.
There are still a few bunches of candied haws on the straw sticks that have not been sold out.
…
Hidden in the grass on the side were two people. One was a beautiful swordsman with slender legs, and the other was a male mage wearing a robe. The two of them stared ahead with wide eyes.
"These two people..."
Leng Yan looked at the tinker and the man selling candied haws, and said, "One is called Death Soldier A, and the other is Death Soldier B. Do you dare to be more perfunctory in naming this system?"
Xian Bai nodded: "What the cold-faced beauty said is absolutely true. I think so too. Lin Zhao and the others are coming soon. Judging from the NPC level, Lin Zhao has been crushed and will probably die."
"not necessarily."
The cold-faced lady frowned slightly and said: "I see that Lin Zhao is very diligent in practicing boxing every day. And didn't he steal the show a while ago and eat a high-grade white tree fruit? Those two dead men looked like bad guys.
Look, I hope Lin Zhao can win."
Xianbai smiled lazily: "I hope the two dead men win."
"Why?"
"Because if the dead men win, we can clean up the mess without mercy, kill these two dead men, and then take away the ancient sword behind Lin Zhao, but what if Lin Zhao wins? You have the nerve to kill Lin Zhao and seize the sword
?"
"Indeed."
Leng Yan frowned: "Let's take a look first and wait and see what happens. In short, let's not get involved before the winner is determined."
"Well, the cold-faced beauty is really wise!"
Xianbai smiled.
Leng Yan rolled her eyes and didn't want to pay attention to this bastard who was very good-looking but was known as "the most philandering carrot in the national server".
…
At this time, three figures walked slowly in the distance, they were Lin Zhao and Xiao Shitou who were picking up Xiao Jiu'er from get out of class.
"Hey~~~little brother!"
The candied haws seller stood up, grabbed the straw and tied it, and said with a smile: "My candied haws are two copper coins each. No, there are only four left today. If I don't count you, I will count you four copper coins. Please help me."
After selling these, I can go down the mountain and go home."
The tinker was chewing sesame seed cakes and didn't bother to look this way.
"Brother Lin Zhao!"
Xiao Jiu'er pursed her lips and chuckled, raised her palms and stood at attention, saying pitifully: "I will definitely listen to your teacher's lectures tomorrow!"
"understood……"
Lin Zhao fondly touched the little girl's head and said with a smile: "Then sell it to me, four coppers is four coppers."
“Thank you so much!”
The candied haws seller quickly pulled the candied haws down from the straw, while Lin Zhao glanced at the side and found that there were many thick calluses on the man's palms, especially the calluses on the inside of the thumb. This was the thickest callus.
The unique characteristic of a martial artist who holds a sword, and when he handed over the candied haws, he actually held a section of the candied haws on a string instead of the handle.
Something fishy!
The moment the other party handed over the candied haws, Lin Zhao subconsciously pushed Xiao Jiu'er back, and suddenly shouted: "Little Shitou, protect Xiao Jiu'er!"
"Whoa!"
The opponent suddenly accelerated, and several candied haws thorns came straight towards him. Lin Zhao tilted his body and punched the opponent's wrist. The candied haws and bamboo branches shattered, revealing four blue steel needles, all of which had been quenched.
Understand!
"You brat, you are so wary!"
The candied haws seller raised the corner of his mouth, turned around, and the steel needle swung sharply and stabbed Lin Zhao's temple.
In an instant, Lin Zhao fell backward and kicked the opponent's leg hard. While flying backwards, he reached into his arms and lit a courage talisman. Suddenly, the talisman's courage brightened and turned into a talisman.
A wisp of fiery red Qi entered Lin Zhao's body. For a moment, the Qi in his body became more abundant, and he punched hard, like a bullfight!
The opponent directly threw the poisonous needle. Once this sneak attack method was discovered, there was nothing that could be done to a five-level martial artist with a solid foundation. He flexed his body and put on a weird boxing stance. His whole body was like a poisonous snake.
Shen rushed forward and attacked Lin Zhao's lower body. At the same time, he shouted: "What are you waiting for!?"
Not far away, the tinker laughed, raised his hand and threw an iron pot at Lin Zhao. He swept over and punched Lin Zhao in the side.
"Peng!"
Lin Zhao shook open the iron pot with a punch, and with a thought in his heart, the fist power in his body suddenly increased explosively. He had already unleashed the most powerful form of the farmer's three punches, the Horse Wind Qiang Style, and his speed and strength were greatly improved.
With the promotion and the function of the Brave Talisman, Lin Zhao at this moment can no longer be regarded as a fifth-level martial artist.
He twisted his body to avoid the fist of a dead soldier. He whirled in the air and landed a lightning-like uppercut on the opponent's jaw. Then he pressed his left hand on the ground. Lin Zhao's figure was like a
Like a loach, he kicked the ankle of another dead soldier with his toes, then rolled out and punched the tinker in the abdomen with a heavy punch.
One against two is a disadvantage in itself, not to mention the sound of explosions in the fists of the two opponents. They are both Kaishan realm warriors of the Sixth Realm. At the moment of the fight, Lin Zhao was already convinced that he must kill or seriously injure one of them first.
, otherwise you will definitely die.
"Tinker" sneered, crossed his palms, and instantly caught Lin Zhao's fist. Then he used force to close his arms, and immediately knocked Lin Zhao away.
"There's something!"
The other party laughed: "But I still have to die!"
He pulled out a short sword from behind. The blade glowed with cold light. It must have been tempered and was extremely sharp.
"small stone!"
Lin Zhaoyi raised his eyebrows and said: "Take Xiaojiu'er quickly and go call someone!"
"good!"
As soon as Xiao Shitou bent down, the first-level warrior carried Su Qingjiu on his back and ran away. Su Qingjiu looked horrified and turned around to look at Lin Zhao reluctantly, fearing that this would be the last time he saw her.
…
The targets of the two dead soldiers were not the two children in the first place, but just the young man in front of them.
"superior!"
The two men came in two directions, one on the left and the other on the right. The next moment, the sound of breaking the wind with the dagger and the fist came together. Lin Zhao saw it clearly. He instantly changed his body shape and suddenly pinched the opponent at the cost of a hard punch on the shoulder.
The boxer's arms hid behind him, and in an instant a situation was created where the tinker had to kill his accomplices first if he wanted to kill Lin Zhao.
"roll!"
"Tinker" roared angrily and stabbed out with a knife, still leaving a shallow scar on Lin Zhao's arm. Thanks to Lin Zhao's protective fist, otherwise this knife might have destroyed an arm.
, and at the same time, the knife also scratched the neck of another dead soldier, leaving a shallow blood mark.
Lin Zhao's body sank, and he hit quickly with a move like pulling onions on dry land to fly away the dead soldier in front of him. The next moment, both fists fell from the sky, and he was angry like a bullfight!
"laugh!"
At the same time that the tinker's short knife pierced Lin Zhao's shoulder, Lin Zhao's fists also hit the opponent's neck fiercely. Suddenly the tinker's whole body fell away, with a look in his eyes.
I am deeply puzzled, who is this kid? This kind of life-threatening fighting style is only used by soldiers who have experienced hundreds of battles in the army. How old is he?
"Brat!"
Another dead soldier punched out.
Lin Zhao turned around and took the blow with his left fist. His left fist was immediately numbed by the shock. At the same time, he used the force to fly out and struck out with his right fist. He hit the tinker's neck hard with an old fist.
In an instant, the tinker almost fainted. It was also unbearable for a dignified six-level warrior to be hit in such a vital position one after another.
"madman!"
The dead man behind him punched like thunder.
After Lin Zhao received another punch from the Kaishan Realm on his shoulder, his body rolled forward and he took advantage of the situation to hold the short knife on the ground. With a slight touch while his body was rolling, he immediately knocked the tinker's body off the ground.
His throat was slit, and the next moment, the tinker was speechless, holding his throat and convulsing, waiting for death.
"..."
When the remaining dead soldier looked at Lin Zhao again, he felt a chill. Under the moonlight, the young man's eyes were so cold that it made people feel scary. He was also a good killer on the battlefield.
In the battles to exterminate bandits and put down local rebellions time and time again, a pair of iron fists had blasted many people to pieces and died. But looking at this young man in front of him, he felt chilled for no reason.
"it's your turn!"
Lin Zhao slowly stepped forward, clenching a fist with his right hand, his fist power flowing, and holding a short knife with his injured left hand, filled with murderous intent.
"snort!"
The dead man tried his best to calm down, and then punched out, causing the strong wind to surge!
Lin Zhao punched in the same way, and the two punches staggered and hit the opponent's chest. However, the moment Lin Zhao hit the punch, his body spun around, and the short knife left a deep blood mark on the opponent's arm. Then he staggered and shook.
He staggered back, maybe a rib was broken in his chest, and he felt as if he was about to faint.
"Asshole!"
The dead man let out a low cry, and his body sank down, like a ferocious beast hunting for prey. A powerful punch that could break mountains fell in the air, and hit the young man's head hard.
Lin Zhao smiled slightly and moved sideways slightly. He was suddenly punched on the left shoulder, and there was a cracking sound from the shoulder blade. Although he was injured, his fist power did not weaken even slightly. His right fist suddenly rose, and another
The moment he struck the opponent's abdomen with a dry-land onion-pulling move, Lin Zhao caught the fallen dagger in the air, and the blade slashed across the opponent's back, dragging a long wound.
It's all a desperate way of exchanging injuries for injuries.
Lin Zhao had to do this to have a chance to survive.
After all, he has no backing, so he will only die if he doesn't fight hard.
…
Seeing Lin Zhao's bruised and shaky body, Leng Yan frowned slightly, feeling a little unbearable and wanting to take action, but his palms were already gently pressed on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
At this time, Xian Bai looked at her and shook his head.
