Pope System of Rebirth

This kind of horse competition has become commonplace in Luoma Town after a few days. It's no big deal. Liu Cheng turned around and was about to leave. But at this time, a familiar voice came again: "There are so many of you, I'm afraid the carrot will burst into flames."

I have ruined your faith in fate. My carrot has a good heart and will not set fire to it now."

Liu Cheng heard it clearly now. It was Qin Lang's voice. It was very similar to Qin Lang's voice. He was overjoyed and went into the crowd with a small medicine bag.

Inside, Qin Lang was holding a maroon pony and was arguing with a horse seller opposite, his face red in the face.

"Everyone, please take a look." Qin Lang rolled up his animal skin sleeves and raised the front hooves of the maroon pony beside him: "Can you see what's on it?"

The onlookers tilted their heads to take a closer look.

The fine maroon hair seems to have markings on it.

One person with sharp eyes said loudly: "There is a circle of yellow marks."

"Yes, this brother has good eyesight." Qin Lang clapped his hands completely regardless of the mocking looks around him: "Only the Horse of Heavenly Flame can have the sun mark."

"Ha ha……"

As a result, everyone laughed again.

"Old Liu's horse also has the inscriptions of the God of Light on its ears. Doesn't his horse belong to the God of Light?"

"Tch!" Qin Lang shook his head helplessly and patted the bay red horse.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You are not the one who can judge me." Liu Cheng, who had squeezed into the crowd, couldn't stand it anymore and rolled up his sleeves to beat the person who spoke last.

Qin Lang saw him at a glance and said happily: "Liu Sanbian, wow, let it go. It's just a bet, don't do anything."

Liu Cheng was a martial arts practitioner. The horse dealer was like a chicken in his hands. He grabbed it as soon as he grabbed it. He put down his hand and frightened the white-haired horse dealer and said, "Be careful what you say in the future."

Qin Lang grabbed him and apologized to everyone around him: "Everyone, my brother is a little impulsive, but my horse is indeed the Sky Flame Divine Horse, so I won the bet with him."

"Cut." A crowd of spectators dispersed without panic.

In their eyes, Qin Lang's horse was just a defeated stallion. What kind of horse was it? If Liu Cheng's appearance hadn't frightened them, they would have been beaten by Qin Lang.

"Hey. Hey! Don't go, you guys, Liu Sanbian, Liu Sanbian, look, you scared everyone away. I was sure to win the red-eared horse." Qin Lang sighed and tried his best.

Retain the dispersed horse traders.

Big Nose was overjoyed to see Qin Lang again, but Qin Lang misremembered his name again. So he corrected him: "My lord, my official name is Liu Cheng."

Qin Lang tilted his head and ignored him, muttering to himself: "Carrot, people don't believe us."

Liu Cheng saw Qin Lang's bitter expression and thought he had done something wrong. He lowered his head and said, "If you want the red-eared horse, I will go and catch it."

"Dead brain." Liu Cheng didn't expect to be greeted with a curse: "It's a good thing not to believe." Qin Lang's bitter expression turned into a bright smile.

Liu Cheng was a little confused and said quickly: "Where have you been these past few days? It's easy to find Wang Xiang."

"It's a little unlucky. The storm is so strong that I got lost." Qin Lang sniffed, walked forward with his hands behind his back, and asked casually: "I'm sorry for making you worry."

The saddle and reins on the maroon pony were completely burned when it transformed into the Heavenly Flame Horse. Qin Lang originally planned to rob Chun San by the way, but Chun San's horse was too tall and too big to fit, so he stopped all the way.

I always ride naked when I come to Qinlang.

"Sir, I've said it before. It's just that Master Wang Xiang has been looking for you for two days and two nights in a row. He fell ill and is still running a fever." Liu Cheng told the story one by one what happened after the master left.

The bay-red horse was not led by a rein and was very well-behaved, silently following behind the two of them.

When Qin Lang heard that Wang Xiang was ill, he patted his head and said: "Sin, sin, hurry up and get some medicine and find some ice cubes."

…

…

When Qin Lang came back, Ma Weng was also shocked. He could come back even in the Three Dragons Playing Heaven. This master is really unfathomable.

However, Liu Cheng didn't understand why Qin Lang wrapped ice in linen and put it on the forehead of Wang Xiang who was talking nonsense. Colds and fevers are caused by cold, so adding ice to his head would make it worse.

Qin Lang didn't say a word. After applying the makeshift ice pack, he told Liu Cheng: "Change it every other moment."

After saying that, he went out and sat in front of Ma Weng, who was smoking a local cigarette.

Ma Weng looked him up and down, then looked at the maroon pony in the courtyard, and suddenly said: "Sir, your horse seems to have changed a lot."

"Oh!" Qin Lang smiled slightly. This mawen was really powerful. He could see the difference at a glance. He took a sip of tea and said, "What's different about my carrots?"

Ma Wen squinted his eyes and blew out a circle of smoke and said thoughtfully: "It seems that the momentum is different. You see, my horse bowed its head in front of him."

"My carrot has turned into the Divine Horse of Heavenly Flame!" Qin Lang turned his head and stared at Ma Weng with an unusually serious expression.

The pipe in Ma Weng's mouth was stuck to his lips. He was stunned for a long time and suddenly laughed: "My lord, you are joking."

"Haha." Qin Lang laughed but said nothing, and said: "I think your horse lowers its head because there is grass under its feet."

Ma Wen smiled and said: "Perhaps! But sir, why do you call your horse carrot?"

"I heard a story when I was a kid. It was said that a scholar went to take an exam, but the donkey refused to leave, so he thought of a way to drop the carrot in front of the donkey on a pole. The position was just right where the donkey could see it, and he was about to eat it.

It couldn't be eaten at all. As a result, the donkey ran forward with all its strength. My horse looks like a donkey and runs slowly. What do you think of its name?" Qin Lang told a story.

Ma Weng praised: "Oh, it's very good, it's appropriate and natural."

In the middle of the night, Luoma Town was quiet and quiet. The moonlight poured down from the sky like water, reflecting a dark shadow in the small courtyard.

The black shadow had a long beard that was fluttering in the night wind. He stood outside the stable, smoking a cigarette and frowning.

Carrot opened her eyes and looked at him curiously, her eyes filled with light, like a wise human being.

But the old man didn't notice all this. He just smoked and stared at Carrot's front hooves. The sun prints on the hooves were faintly visible in the moonlight.

During the day, Old Ma Weng remembered it clearly.

The Horse of Heavenly Flame.

He thought about it, his brows knitted together tightly, and he even forgot to smoke a cigarette.

The shadows stretched long under the moonlight.

…

In the early morning, Qin Lang yawned and walked out of the room. Old Ma Weng was already sitting in the small courtyard basking in the sun. He was not in good spirits. It seemed that he had not slept well last night.

He also saw Qin Lang and stood up to salute.

Qin Lang rolled up his sleeves, washed his face, walked to the courtyard, looked at the green scenery around him and said with a smile, "I enjoy myself so much that I don't live in an inn, but rent a courtyard like this."

Ma Wen smiled and said: "My lord is rich, so I rented out my yard."

"Is the yard yours?" Qin Lang laughed and joked: "You do know how to do business."

Ma Weng said: "This time General Hua Da is bound to win, so why would he care about this little money? But I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a bloody horse in half a month."

"Is it so difficult?" Qin Lang was a little surprised. He had seen a lot of people like the Divine Horse of Heavenly Flames, and had no idea of ​​the preciousness of the Horse of Blood.

"It was easier to find some more than ten years ago, but now there are more people looking for them. The Yanju Kingdom controls most of the wild horse herds." Ma Weng looked confused and asked himself whether he could recognize the famous horses in the world, but finding horses is a difficult task.

A rather difficult thing: "So, we set off today and need to reach Qingcao Stream in the shortest possible time.

Qin Lang had his own plan in mind. He nodded and suddenly asked: "Ma Weng, does he know if there is a sweaty horse in the palace of Yanju Kingdom?"

Ma Weng smiled and said: "If there is no imperial palace in the Yanju Kingdom, where will there be one? As far as I know, the Yanju Kingdom's palace has the ability to raise sweat-blooded horses in captivity."

"Then just buy one." Qin Lang clapped his hands and said naturally.

"Your Excellency, you are wrong. Although the Imperial Palace of Yanju Kingdom has the ability to raise sweat-blooded horses, there have been only twelve horses since more than two hundred years ago, a full twelve horses." Ma Weng said the number very seriously, which is obvious.

The difficulty of keeping sweaty BMWs in captivity.

"Don't be afraid. If he doesn't sell it, I have my own way." Qin Lang looked at the carrot with his white teeth exposed. The plan started as early as when he entered Luoma Town: "Old man, if I bring the horse, you have to watch it.

Be accurate, misunderstanding is a matter of losing your head. The rest of the time, you can rest and take a vacation in Luoma Town, and act like you don’t know me."

"Sir, you must not do this." Ma Weng was shocked. The royal family of the Yanju Kingdom are not easy to mess with. The three masters have been famous in the barren land for decades. If the master sets his target in the palace, he is afraid that it will cause big trouble.

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Qin Lang smiled mysteriously, looked at Ma Weng and asked, "Excuse me, who are you?"

He turned around, picked up the carrot and walked out of the stable.

Liu Cheng had gone outside to get medicine early, but when he came in, he saw Qin Lang ready to say hello, but Qin Lang didn't seem to recognize him and walked out of the yard with his head raised.

Monk Liu Chengzhang was confused, touched his big nose and hurriedly came to the stunned Ma Weng and asked: "Old Ma Weng, what's wrong, sir?"

So he told what Qin Lang had told him, and Liu Cheng was shocked.

There are two wooden stakes left in the yard.

…

It is said that when the day is gone, it is night, and when the night is gone, it is day.

Time is always repeating, repeating, repeating.

However, there was a strange man next to the archway in Luoma Town. He was holding a carrot and holding a wooden sign in his hand.

The wooden sign read: Want to buy a bloody BMW.

People passing by laughed at him for being stupid. Who would believe that this weirdo dressed in rags had the money to buy a sweat-blooded BMW? Besides, the royal family of the Yanju Kingdom has been charging high prices all year round, so who would be willing to sell it to a weak owner?

All day and night, the weirdo still stood with a bright smile on his face, nodding his head every time he saw someone.

A strange man appeared in Luoma Town, and the news spread throughout the town.

Qin Lang was very satisfied with the increasing number of people coming to visit. He was waiting for someone who should come.

The little prince Luo Hao and his uncle named Chunzi.

Xiaochunzi, this name is a bit sharp.

In two days, Old Ma Weng and Liu Cheng came to see him twice from a distance, but they were very obedient because Liu Cheng told Ma Weng many things about him, which made Ma Weng feel a little relieved.

In the afternoon of the next day, a strong wind blew up in Luoma Town, causing the wind and sand to dance and withered grass to fly.

The street was surprisingly quiet, with no one around.

Because two people showed up, people with great power, they cleared a street and swept everyone away like garbage.

There are only six pairs of eyes facing each other on the street, three pairs of horse eyes and three pairs of human eyes.

Chun San tightened the reins to calm the panic of the horse. He had already put two new scimitars on his waist. He was defeated by Qin Lang that day because he had taken the lead. Today he wanted to save face.

"Take out the sword, and the horse belongs to Yanju Kingdom."

The tone is extremely domineering.

The young man also looked at Qin Lang coldly and slowly retreated to the rear.

Chun San is a swordsman, a nine-star swordsman, only one star away from reaching the realm of swordsman.

As long as he is here, the Divine Horse of Heavenly Flame cannot escape from his grasp.

Chaotic sand, scattered wind. Under the expert swordsman, Qin Lang, who was standing like a wooden stake, made a move. He bent the hand holding the wooden sign downwards.

"Qiang" the swordsman Chun San drew out his machete.

Qin Lang bent his fingers slightly and dug into his itchy nostrils. Sand blew in. It was quite uncomfortable.

"Xiao Chunzi. We meet again!"

…

Such a sentence. Funny and interesting. It turns out that this bad boy had an itchy nose. After playing with it, he put his fingernails in front of his eyes and looked at it.

"You!" The nervous Chun San looked cold, but Qin Lang's relaxation brought him into a passive situation. He drew the knife because of Qin Lang. Because of the nervousness, he drew the knife.

When he pulled the horse, it stopped moving. Because the bay pony was staring at it, it didn't dare to move.

"Looking for death!" Chun San dismounted from his horse and rushed over. His swords were flashing, and he jumped up as soon as his toes touched the sand. The leap was more than two meters, and his swords were raised above his head, directly between Qin Lang's eyebrows.

Cutting one with two knives shows Chun San's confidence in his own strength.

In the fifteen years since he became famous, he has never lost except for his two senior brothers.

The level of swordsman is enough for him to gallop in the desert.

Qin Lang didn't seem to see him take action, and was still looking at the thing in his fingernails idly. Before the sword came to him, he suddenly moved, flicked his finger forward, and something like a grain of sand splashed out.

Passing through the scimitar, passing through the distance between the two of them, it rolled in the air with a trace of clear light.

That's a booger, a fresh booger...

"Click!" The sharp object fell into the swordsman's eyes accurately.

Chun San's eyes hurt, and he had no choice but to withdraw the knife. He softened his eyes before he could see everything around him clearly. Qin Lang still maintained his leisurely movements, and the dirt on his nails was clearly visible.

"After staying in the desert for a long time, I have a lot of boogers." Qin Lang still didn't look at him, holding the sign and talking to himself. He rubbed his hands on the animal skin he was wearing.

These animal skin clothes belong to Chun San.

Chun San's face turned blue, and he tried hard to calm down the anger in his heart. Those who compete in martial arts are most afraid of being excited. If the heart is moved first, it will be a failure.

"You are quite capable of deception." He comforted himself and tightened his grip on the scimitar.

With a move of his toes, sand particles flew and he flipped his hands. His whole body also rotated like a waterwheel, and his knives turned into water buckets on both sides of the waterwheel.

Rotating wildly, this sword technique was extremely powerful, killing countless enemies for him, but there was still a flaw.

Qin Lang saw it, so he bent sideways and inserted the sign he was carrying into the rotating windmill.

It was like a windmill had something stuck its bearings and was frozen in place. That object was the sign Qin Lang was carrying. He avoided the knife at an incredible angle and got stuck under Chun San's elbow.

No matter how hard Chun San tried, he couldn't move.

Qin Lang stood up straight and looked at him with a smile: "Xiao Chunzi, your big windmill spins beautifully."

"You!" Chun San spat out another word and took action with both swords. At this time, he was so angry that his face turned blue. The anger in his heart had completely overwhelmed his reason. He didn't care why he missed just now and used his most powerful sword.

The law will definitely kill Qin Lang with the sword.

Holding the scimitar behind his back, the sword shone like the moon, turned into two arcs, and slashed out from under his arm.

This sword technique is famous as the Moon-breaking Slash. Legend has it that if you have enough skill, you can even cut through the moonlight.

Jiuxing's swordsman skills are already very powerful. As soon as the sword technique came out, Qin Lang narrowed his eyes. This sword technique was extraordinary and exquisite.

Qin Lang secretly clapped his hands vigorously, but unfortunately, in front of his strong eyes, he was still too slow.

It's unusually slow, so there's only one result.

When the sword light reached his chest, he slowly put down the wooden sign he was carrying, placed it horizontally under his arm, and smashed it. It even added the Sanqing Tao power that he could use just now, giving the wooden sign a little more blessing.

Slowness is slowness, that is in Qin Lang's eyes.

What others see is another situation.

Qin Lang was lucky enough to place the wooden sign, and Chun San bumped into it.

Then the board was very hard, and Haru San was knocked back five steps. The Moon-breaking Slash was crooked.

Young Luo Hao's eyes widened and he looked at this scene in horror.

Three times, three ineffective attacks, even with Moon Breaking Slash, the monster couldn't be hurt at all.

Luo Hao's martial arts skills were not very good, so he couldn't see clearly what happened just now, and he only thought that everything was due to luck.

Some sand happened to get into Uncle Chunzi's eyes.

It happened that the weirdo lowered his head.

It just so happened that the weirdo put down the sign.

Luck is really so good.

The person involved, Chun San, didn't feel this way at all. He was a master of martial arts. How could he explain the opponent's every move by luck? Three times he fell into the hands of weird people. I'm afraid this person is unfathomable. He was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.

's role.

"Let's go!" He got on his horse, grabbed Luo Hao and disappeared into the street.

The wind and sand were still very strong. Qin Lang squinted and watched the two of them go away, shouting: "Sell me the BMW if you have the blood. I will give you a good price."

The empty streets were filled with people leaving only the clatter of horse hooves.

A few horse dealers who were hiding in the dark and secretly peeking got smart. They looked at each other several times. For two days and two nights, the strange man stood at the entrance of Luoma Town carrying his wooden sign. They thought he was a madman.

Unexpectedly.

Gudu, Lao Liu swallowed his Adam's apple. He had some trouble with weird people that day, but today's scene frightened him. He turned around and ran to the inn where he was staying. He packed his luggage all night, and even the red-eared horse didn't dare to take it away.

Give it to the weirdo if he wants it, and he won't dare to complain.

Who is Chun San? He is one of the three masters of Yanju Kingdom. He can't even get close to him. The weirdo is too scary.

…

After the sandstorm passes and the weather clears up, those who need to do business do business and those who need to leave leave.

Everything is changing, including the people and horses at the entrance of the town.

The horse is grazing with its head down, and the man is half squatting, holding the sign in his hand high.

There were no more mocking glances around him, and no one dared to come within two feet of him without permission.

"Buy a horse, buy a horse, buy a bloody horse!"

He shouted over and over again.

Ma Weng and Liu Cheng had already obtained some information from the people in Luoma Town.

Haru San was defeated, and the weirdo didn't even move a step.

This news did not make Ma Weng feel happy at all, because he had no idea what Qin Lang was going to do. If he offended the King of Yanju Kingdom, he was afraid that his old body would have to stay in this foreign land.

Liu Cheng still followed Qin Lang's instructions to take care of Wang Xiang. Wang Xiang's fever subsided, but he was still talking nonsense.

He also heard the news about Qin Lang, and within one day the town was already abuzz with excitement.

The defeated Chun San did not run away, but ran to a hill outside Luoma Town with Luo Hao, and took out a ringing bamboo from his sleeve.

The sound of bamboo breaks the sky, and brothers are reunited.

Things won't end that easily.

The Divine Horse of Heavenly Flame is bound to be won.

Seeing the Xiangzhu flying into the sky, Luo Hao became a little worried. His delicate eyebrows furrowed and he asked the question he had never dared to ask: "Uncle Chunzi, have you lost?"

"Little prince, that man is unfathomable. Although his subordinates have been defeated, as long as the senior brother arrives, he will definitely be able to capture him. When the time comes, the Heavenly Flame Horse next to him... Humph!" Chun San stared at the Xiangzhu in the sky.

, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

"Uncle Chunzi, that weirdo seems to want to buy a sweaty BMW." After getting the exact answer from Chunsan, Luo Hao took a breath of cold air, and the weirdo's words lingered in his mind for a long time.

"Your Highness, this man doesn't take us seriously at all. He is blaspheming the Yanju Kingdom. He should not have our country's sacred objects in his hands. The sacred objects should only belong to the Luo family."

"Then follow uncle's wishes."

The strange man has the Divine Horse of Heavenly Flame in his hand. I don’t know how many generations ago, when my ancestor was a herdsman on this grassland, he saw it with his own eyes when he returned from herding.

He stepped on the fire of the sun and wore clothes of sunshine, so his ancestors called the country Yanju Kingdom after they raised armies to establish the country.

In the Flame Horse Kingdom, the legendary Heavenly Flame Divine Horse is a sacred beast.

If he took it back, Luo Hao would fall into YY's dream again.

I just feel that the Heavenly Flame Divine Horse in the hands of the weirdo is already my own.

The wind blows, the sun sets, and the moon is as bright as ever.

Another day passed, and the carrots were still grazing. The weirdo squatting on the ground had an extra chair, a chair with a backrest, and the words on the wooden sign were changed.

Li Chunsan has two senior brothers. The eldest brother lives in the palace all year round. The second senior brother's name is very special. His surname is Yang. His last name is Yang, which means braid.

Yang Braid...

Of course, he also has the same title as Chun San in the palace. Little braid.

In addition, he was the second oldest, so he had the nickname of "Zi Er", but this name sounded really awkward. He didn't like this name very much. Yang Zhuan didn't sound easy to pronounce, so he liked people to add the official name to his name.

The character "子" in the name is called Yang braid.

Yang Braid is worried about something recently.

Something happened to a refugee tribe outside Donglong City, and they were killed by a tribe called Daxi. The key to the matter was the surname.

The tribal leader who was killed was also named Luo. The surname of the king of Yanju Kingdom seems to be a branch of Yanju Kingdom n generations ago.

If you kill them, kill them. The Kexi tribe did not do it cleanly. They let one person go, and when he ran to Yanju Kingdom, he started crying, hoping that the king of Yanju Kingdom would help him get back his lost land.

As a result, the famous and powerful King threw the matter to him.

Just when he was frowning, his junior brother's Xiangzhu appeared. This made him extremely happy.

There was a reason to get rid of this matter. How could there be any further delay? That night, he informed the king. He left the city and ran towards Luoma Town.

A hot potato, whoever likes it wants it.

…

A peaceful day passed.

Qin Lang almost fell asleep while carrying the sign, and the sun was too harsh, so he bought a bamboo hat from a vendor's stall and took it with him.

Hey, don't tell me, he feels a bit like a hero.

As soon as he swung his sword, he shouted in his mouth, and shot out several sword flowers. Then he stood on the street, pulled his bamboo hat, and said to himself: "Help me find a man named Huang Yaoshi.

Said that Taohua was waiting for him."

Then he turned sideways and said angrily: "Do you know that you are going to go blind?"

…

How heroic and heart-wrenching.

The scene from the movie "Ashes of Time" seems to be right in front of you.

Tsk tsk tsk! I really feel so much! After he finished the play, he sat back on the chair narcissistically, crossed his legs, and the black riding boots on his feet were covered with dust.

…

It seems that he was summoned by Qin Lang, don't tell me.

A white horse with hair as white as silver appeared outside Luoma Town. The man on the horse was wearing a bamboo hat at an angle, holding the reins in his right hand, and holding a black iron-colored whip in his left hand.

He was silent, like a silent pool of stagnant water.

The horse moves its hooves very rhythmically, and the clicking sounds are consistent in length.

The people at the entrance of the town noticed this strange man, and a sharp-eyed man noticed that the animal skin belt wrapped around the man's waist was embroidered with a flying horse of fire.

A member of the royal family! He shuddered.

Over the course of a day, everyone in Luoma Town was speculating whether someone else would show up.

I didn't expect that it would actually appear today.

He is a member of the royal family of Yanju Kingdom, and this person holds a whip in his left hand and a rein in his right hand.

There is only one person like this in the entire Yanju Kingdom.

Yang braids.

The second master of Yanju Kingdom.

His appearance caused everyone to exclaim. I don't know who started spreading the news, but the second master appeared.

In just one breath, a huge Luoma Town was created.

Empty.

The vendors didn't even have time to close their stalls.

At a stall selling chickens, the chicken coop collapsed and the chickens ran out onto the street, cooing.

Qin Lang didn't wake up, and his face was covered by a bamboo hat. Carrot was alert and raised his head.

The white horse's front hooves were raised and moved slowly, the sound of the hooves was chaotic, and it stopped.

Yang Braid's right hand pulled the reins. The white horse refused to move forward because Carrot stared at it and it was very scared.

"Weird!"

He said this without getting angry. He turned over and dismounted naturally and patted the horse's back: "Yin Hua, he is not as powerful as your master."

This sentence was meant for Qin Lang.

Yinxiao blew his nose and lowered his head.

The bamboo hat on Qin Lang's face remained unmoved. He seemed to have really fallen asleep.

"Ahem!" Yang Zhuizi cleared his throat, walked to Qin Lang, and looked at him for a long time. In the meantime, he pulled his belt and scratched his neck. However, the bamboo hat covered half of his face, so he couldn't see his entire face clearly.

"You are crazy."

He was very rude because his junior brother told him that there was a powerful madman at the entrance of Luoma Town.

A gust of wind blew from the street to the end of the alley.

The swirling dust is like a small tornado.

The chickens had nothing to do and ran to the center of the road.

The chair moved backwards, and its two front legs were suspended in mid-air.

"Oh. Dugu Nine Swords." Qin Lang said in a daze while dreaming.

The sun slanted in the sky, illuminating half of Yang's face under the braided bamboo hat, which was covered with whiskers.

"Huh!" Yang Braid seemed like he couldn't stand this atmosphere.

Suddenly, he pulled out a knife with his right hand. The light of the knife reflected the sunlight and stabbed a hawker who was hiding at the door and peeking. The hawker was startled and fell to the ground.

There were more than a dozen people around him, and one of them laughed in a low voice: "It's just a light. What are you afraid of?"

The vendor who fell to the ground wiped the mud on his hands and cursed: "Did you see clearly? The knife hit the weirdo's head."

Two of them climbed up to the window and looked outside. They turned their heads and said at the same time: "Chopped, hit!"

"Did you see any blood?" Another person asked hurriedly, climbed to the window and looked out.

A long knife. A long knife over four feet long. The tip of the knife reflects the dazzling light under the sunlight. It proves that this sword is definitely extremely sharp.

Click.

There was a sound under the blade.

The bamboo hat fell off Qin Lang's face like two broken leaves.

The peeping onlookers breathed in the air-conditioning.

Because they saw a hand, a white and tender hand. A hand that seemed to only belong to a woman.

The thumb is cocked, the index finger, ring finger, and little finger are bent, and a middle finger stands facing the sky with a proud attitude.

Although there is no such gesture in this world, the onlookers seemed to understand the meaning of that middle finger at that moment, and everyone shuddered in unison, just like the trembling after urinating.

Yang Braid's brave knife only cut off the bamboo hat on Qin Lang's face.

This feeling is very strange, because although he did not use all his strength with that sword, he must have used 80% of his strength. How did he avoid it?

Lowering his eyes, he noticed the armchair.

Suddenly he understood and laughed loudly: "It's a small trick."

The back legs of the chair were broken, all broken, so the chair fell back by the height of one back leg.

When a swordsman takes action, his sword skills must be extremely impressive, but the force and distance are extremely stingy from a certain point of view. This is because countless swings of the sword have given them the confidence that they can kill a person with minimal effort with any amount of force and distance.

Qin Lang is exactly in this place.

"Awesome!"

In a certain room, a low exclamation sounded.

"It's interesting to see now. Yang Braid will definitely use his left hand, which is an extremely powerful left hand."

"Please!" Yang Zizi was very cultured, sheathed the knife and saluted.

Qin Lang retracted his middle finger with a smile on his face, stood up, and calmly moved the chair with the broken leg aside.

"please."

He rolled up his sleeves and put on a posture.

"Yanjuyang Braids."

"Darcy Qinlang."

…

The battle was about to break out, and Qin Lang suddenly seemed to remember something. He raised his hand in a pause gesture, turned around, stuck his butt high, and picked up the sign next to the carrot.

"Is there any sweat-blooded BMW for sale? I need to buy one urgently." He pointed to the wooden sign, his handsome face full of sincerity.

"The people above me have it, but it's a pity that I don't." Yang Zhuizi held the knife casually in his right hand, and his face was covered by his bamboo hat, so his expression could not be seen clearly.

Qin Lang frowned: "If you chop off my hat, your hat will be broken too."

"Oh! Then let's see what you are capable of." Yang tied his braid around his waist and laid the knife flat.

"You are more interesting than Xiao Chunzi." Qin Lang laughed and shouted: "Look at the sword." He picked up the wooden board and used it as a sword.

"Head!"

"Hit the head."

"Hit again."

The series of blows had no moves at all, but there was no flaw at all. The wide wooden board seemed to be a sharp sword in his hand.

Chop, chop, chop again.

Yang Braid kept retreating, and the knife skills of his right hand could not keep up with Qin Lang's speed. He never thought of using the sharp edge of his knife to cut off the board, but every time the knife came, the board would take a step ahead.

After eighteen moves in a row, the wooden board and the knife did not hit each other once.

But the wooden board almost hit him many times, so Yang Braid could only keep retreating and retreating.

At a disadvantage.

It doesn't mean you will lose.

Yang Zizi was not nervous at all. Chun San had already told him the characteristics of Qin Lang's moves before he came. He would only attack the key points and flaws. He asked himself that there were absolutely no flaws in his unique moves.

Qin Lang can never defeat him.

So he did one thing, threw the knife. As a swordsman, he threw away the knife that was a matter of glory.

The knife spun, Qin Lang turned his head to avoid it, and paused for a moment on the wooden board in his hand.

"Left-handed whip." Yang Braid shouted, his aura completely changed. He was not a swordsman, his most powerful thing was the whip, the longest riding whip.

It's a pity that there is no level for this kind of weapon to be pacified on this continent.

So he could only use the sword as a whip, a whip that would not bend. Even so, he had reached the level of a second-star swordsman.

The black whip is made of the hardest iron thorns in the Yanju Kingdom. As long as it touches it, the skin and flesh will be torn.

A snake-like whip suddenly swung out from his waist.

The air was sucked out and he screamed.

"Left-handed whip, Yang Braid used a unique skill." The peepers gasped and were very excited. They had never thought of such a battle.

There are rumors that Yang Braid's left-hand whip can hit even the dust in the wind.

Now, I'm afraid the weirdo is out of business.

Everyone thinks so.

"Pah, pah, pah."

The black whip flew, shattering the chair with broken legs, shattering the flying sand, and shattering the pebbles on the ground. This time it was Qin Lang's turn to retreat. He kept retreating.

Click, click, exactly five steps.

The softness of a whip is different from that of a knife. Those who are good at whips can reach the realm of sword masters with a knife, which is extremely terrifying.

Qin Lang was slightly surprised. This was the first time he encountered such a character after coming to another world. The power of the flying and curved whip was really impressive.

Sword master!

Black Iron Knight!

Could it be that there is also a swordsman!

There are other levels of existence.

If so, what level have you reached now, and what level have you reached without the power of Sanqing Dao?

Qin Lang suddenly had doubts in his mind.

It was this doubt that slowed down his steps.

The whip cracked and hit the wooden board.

Snap, hit on the hand.

It hit Qin Lang hard.

The pain forced him to shrink his hands and body.

The vajra body will not be injured, but it will feel pain.

Yang Braid sneered, the whip will definitely produce such an effect when hitting a person. As long as such an effect occurs once, the outcome will be decided.

The Seventy-one Spirit Snake Whip Technique was performed in an instant.

The sound of thunder echoed continuously.

The onlookers opened their eyes wide, and all of them admired in their hearts how good the left whip was.

The chickens on the street were frightened and crawled under the vegetable stall next to them.

"That's enough."

Suddenly, Qin Lang shouted loudly, and the wooden sign in his hand shattered into countless pieces of wood, each of which was a sharp arrow.

The rain of arrows shot out and enveloped the past indiscriminately.

Yang Braid whipped his whip and unleashed a strong gust of wind, blowing down large areas.

Qin Lang's eyes were like swords, staring at the flying whip, and the half wooden stick in his hand was fired with lightning.

At this point, everyone just felt like it was a blur.

The sound of whips stopped.

It was as if thunder suddenly lost its clouds.

The chicken came out from under the vegetable stall and cooed.

Everyone who was peeking secretly opened their mouths and couldn't utter a single byte for a long time because they didn't know what language to use to describe the situation just now.

The changes catch people off guard.

The strange man was leaning sideways, with his right hand raised flat, holding half of the wood in his hand, pointing at the bamboo hat with braided hair.

The divine whip in his left hand is straightened, but the end of the whip is the weirdo's other straight hand, his left hand.

With a whip like a snake, Yang Braid's most powerful left whip was caught by others.

"You!" Left-hand whip Yang Braid couldn't believe that he had been defeated so completely. He had countless questions in his mind, and finally asked only one question: "How... did you do it?"

"You're too slow." Qin Lang said three words lightly and let go.

"Why don't you kill me?" Left Whip asked doubtfully, his tone a little more surprised. He still wore his bamboo hat, only half of his chin was exposed.

Qin Lang shrugged and said, "I have no grievances with you, so why should I kill you? Besides, isn't it comfortable to kill someone?"

"I see, farewell." The left whip slowly turned around and left towards the entrance of the town, his back looking extremely lonely.

Qin Lang looked at his appearance and secretly smiled in his heart. This guy looked a bit like a hero, but his level was too low. But he wore a bamboo hat.

"Hey, why don't you wear a hat?" He shouted a wisecrack.

The left-hand whip Yang braid was stunned for a moment, took off his hat, and threw it into the wind. On his bare head, there was only one slender braid swinging in the air. The look was really... not flattering.

Qin Lang burst out laughing.

The sound of hoofbeats makes people walk.

The second master was defeated, defeated by a weirdo.

The bamboo hats that were falling on the ground with the wind at the entrance of the town were picked up by someone unknown. Even if the master loses, what he leaves behind is still a treasure.

That afternoon, the wooden board in the weirdo's hand turned into wood slag and shot into Xiao Xu's house across the street.

The vendors in Luoma Town secretly gathered together to study it.

Each small piece of wood was buried an inch into the soil.

Because horses often pass by in Lok Ma Town, the streets are more than six meters wide, which means that the wood chips can fly even though they are six meters away.

Unfathomable, this man is really unfathomable.

When the traders came to such a conclusion, they were all dumbfounded. They had more awe and respect for Qin Lang.

However, Qin Lang's wooden sign was broken.

So I replaced it with a new one.

"Second Senior Brother, how did you lose?"

"His sword is too fast."

"Did he draw his sword?"

"Ashamed, he used that wooden board."

"So, Second Senior Brother didn't get any advantage at all?"

"I took possession of him, just a little bit. I gave him a few whips."

"How many whips? In this case, he must be injured. Second Senior Brother's whips are not something ordinary people can withstand."

"I don't know if he is injured or not. Please come over, senior brother! Only senior brother can deal with him."

"Elder brother is in seclusion."

"I'm out of seclusion. Senior brother was out of seclusion three days ago."

"So, Senior Brother has broken through to the realm of swordsman?"

"almost!"

"Then let's set off the fireworks."

Whoosh…

In a valley outside Luoma Town, pink fireworks flew into the sky, and the sound lingered for a long time. (To be continued...)