Chapter 70 Next year today, the grass on your grave will be three feet high
"hidden weapon?"
Liu Xiangwu pinched his fingers, and a bullet appeared between his fingers.
"The last time someone used a hidden weapon in front of me was thirty years ago."
He flicked his fingers, and the bullet shot back at a faster speed.
Then he hit Wang Quan on the forehead and fell to the ground.
Wang Quan rubbed the red mark on his forehead and his expression became slightly more serious.
Just now...he felt pain.
It's not much, but it hurts.
Moreover, the speed of the bullet was too fast, and he only saw a little afterimage.
This is something that has never happened before.
"The master of the Star Reaching Pavilion is a bit strong." Wang Quan asked in a low voice, "What level is he in?"
Fan Jiu's trembling voice came from behind, "Xiantian..."
He has completely lost his will to resist.
innate?
What kind of innateness is it?
In some works, innate masters are like cabbage, basically equivalent to cannon fodder.
In some works, innateness is the pinnacle of the human world, which is almost equal to invincibility.
Could it be that the latter is referred to here?
Liu Xiangwu, who was opposite him, still maintained his expert demeanor with his hands behind his back, "I am not an unreasonable person. I will give you a chance to commit suicide."
Wang Quan put away his gun and drew his wooden sword again.
Then he maximized the power he could borrow now and said with a smile: "It was your son who started the trouble first. If I were not strong enough, I might have died a few hours ago. Why didn't you show up at that time?"
"Hmph, how can a mere humble life be compared with that of my son? It's an honor for you to be used by my son." Liu Xiangwu said calmly, "Xiu said that your life is worth hundreds of thousands of lives in Lin'an City.
It’s not worth a single hair of my son’s head.”
He said it as a matter of course, as if it had been this way since ancient times.
Fan Qiu, who was born in the Lin'an Salt Gang, didn't even argue, not even showing an angry expression.
Wang Quan's face sank.
He began to hate this arena.
Where he lives, he has understood since he was a child that there is law.
And everyone is equal before the law.
Although it's not quite done, at least there are countless people working in that direction.
But here, in this arena, it seems that the lives of ordinary people really don't matter.
Even Fan Jiu, who came from a lower class background, thought the same way.
To put it bluntly, the Salt Gang is just an organization formed by a group of low-level people who want to be successful.
What do you mean by getting ahead?
In the end, isn't it true that the Salt Gang only wants to make money, enjoy themselves, and step on the heads of other "grassroots" people?
What they hate is not the big sect like Zhaixing Pavilion, but they hate why they are not disciples of such a big sect.
Wang Quan's borrowed power has reached the upper limit of restrictions.
But the scarlet color in his eyes became more intense.
Today, even if he breaks the restriction, he will kill this bullshit Star Reaching Pavilion Master on the spot!
"Not bad evil spirit. It seems that you have killed a lot of people." The owner of Zhaixing Building slowly put on a pair of sky silk gloves, "But with your strong muscles and bones, what can you do."
He has already determined that this young man has no inner spirit and is definitely not a disciple of any great sect or aristocratic family, or a descendant of a hidden sect.
That would not stop his murderous intention.
He now regrets that he pampered his son so much that he lost his respect for the world and died tragically at the hands of a villain due to carelessness.
But I still have to get the secret book.
"Hand over your things, and I can keep your body intact."
"Haha...it's really a heifer standing in the spotlight - just bragging."
Wang Quan stroked the sword lightly and sneered, "Next year today, the grass on your and your son's graves will be three feet high."
"court death!"
Liu Xiangwu took action instantly.
But the next moment, his expression changed, and in just three breaths, he was already thirty feet away!
Then he suddenly ran away without looking back!
Wang Quan narrowed his eyes slightly.
In his sight, the figure glowing with red light had turned into a small dot.
"It's boring."
Putting away his sword, Wang Quan turned around and said, "If you don't leave yet, are you waiting to die?"
Fan Jiu hesitated.
Wang Quan had no expression on his face and took out a cloth bag from his bag and opened it.
Inside is a book inlaid with gold thread. The material feels like sheepskin, but you can't tell what kind of leather it is.
There are only a few big words on the cover of the book - "Xiantian Yiqi"!
He brightened up and said, "Give you a chance to survive and spread the news that this secret book is in Wang Quan's hands. I will wait in Lin'an City for a month. Don't say I didn't give you a chance."
Fan Jiu slowly backed away, cautiously asking, "What is the purpose of your move...?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Wang Quan said coldly, "If this matter is not made known to everyone within half a month, I will kill the Salt Gang and cause trouble for all of you. Get out."
Fan Jiu took two steps back and cupped his hands, "Thank you for not killing me, sir."
After speaking, he turned around and walked away without stopping at all.
When he walked away, Wang Quan said loudly: "If you don't show up again, I will say goodbye."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone smiled bitterly and said, "Young Master Wang, you are so rude. I saved your life just now. Didn't you even say thank you?"
Following the voice, a middle-aged wealthy man walked out from the street corner.
This person is the owner of Youpeng Inn.
Wang Quan bowed his hand and said, "Thank you very much. I didn't know the boss's surname."
These are purely polite words.
If the boss hadn't scared away Liu Xiangwu...
That guy is a dead man now.
But Wang Quan will probably turn back to the Wang Quan he was in Fenggu Village.
To say that, I really have to thank the other party.
"I am a friend like an old friend of Yunwu. The moonlight is beautiful. I wonder if Mr. Wang can take the opportunity to have wine and admire the moon with me?"
"I dare not refuse the invitation of the elders." Wang Quan walked over and cupped his hands, "Please."
"Then just follow me."
The boss smiled slightly and led Wang Quan through the streets and alleys. He couldn't walk more than a stick of incense and stopped in front of a dilapidated courtyard.
He went up and knocked on the door three times.
Soon, the door opened.
"You suddenly said you had something urgent to go out, why did you go out so quickly..."
The person who opened the door was a muscular man eight feet tall.
However, this man had a bald head, a ring scar, and a huge string of Buddhist beads hanging on his chest - he was clearly a monk.
Seeing that there was another person following behind Mr. Wu, he was startled and said, "There is someone else behind you? The poor monk didn't even notice..."
"Let's talk after we go in first."
Mr. Wu pushed the monk aside and led Wang Quan into the courtyard.
There is a peach tree in the courtyard, and there is a stone table under the peach tree.
There were already four or five people sitting around the stone table.
Including the monk who opened the door, there were both monks and Taoists, as well as fishermen, catchers, and even a black-faced man dressed as a butcher.
Seeing a stranger coming, everyone was slightly startled, and then looked at Wang Quan up and down, as if they had discovered some rare treasure.
The tall-guan Taoist stroked his goatee and chuckled, "Old Wu, is this your new disciple? If not, then I'll be rude to you, the poor Taoist."
"Of course not." Old friend Wu responded, pulled Wang Quan to sit down, and then asked, "Does Wang Shaoxia have a master?"
Wang Quan said calmly: "I have no family or sect. I am just a random person passing by in the rivers and lakes."
Friend Wu nodded with a smile, "Then young hero, would you like to find someone to be your teacher?"
He pointed at the few people present and said, "Everyone here is talented. No matter who they are, they can definitely carve the rough jade of a young hero."
Wang Quan frowned and said, "My bones are very good?"
"There is no one like you in the world, and there is no one in a million."
"You don't care about my character and character?"
"Those can be cultivated."
Wang Quan remained calm, "The last question is, what is innateness and who are you all?"