Super God Dao Art

"it is good!"

Xu Ming glanced at a few people, Bai Ziyue was eager to try, Zhang Guoyi looked ignorant, but his nephew Xu Li was obviously timid and resisted, and he also wanted to train a few people, so he did not refuse, and nodded decisively.

The physically strong Xu Ming took the lead, and soon Bai Ziyue and others came to the forefront.

The first person who fell into Bai Ziyue's eyes was a burly man, with steel shackles on his hands and his legs locked by long iron chains, kneeling on a stone platform of about 20 square meters. The floor of the platform was dark red, apparently due to excessive beheadings and bloodstains that were not cleaned up. Next to him are several officers and soldiers and an elderly executioner.

In the distance, there is also a supervisor on the high platform, who is said to be guarding Yang Zhengling in Qinghe Town.

At this time, Bai Ziyue and the others also knew the identity of the burly man who was kneeling down. It was Wu Liang, the owner of the fourth village of Guitou Village, who was a strong hand.

It is said that he met Li Xu, the second son of the Li family, when he was intercepting the escorted goods of Li's pawnshop.

"Three heroes of the Li family, the eldest son Li Qing is in charge of the business and manages the pawnshop in an orderly manner. I heard that there are branches in the county town. The second son Li Xu is born with extraordinary power and martial arts. The real master scholar, Wenqu star descended to earth.

This Guitouzhai Wu Liang made a big mistake when he put his mind on his family. "

Excited to hear about it.

"Guitou Village, murder and arson, and many crimes, should have been eradicated long ago.

This time, Wu Liang, the owner of the four villages, was arrested and beheaded, which is really exciting. "

Someone gritted their teeth.

Listening to the discussion, Bai Ziyue also looked sideways, who was obviously the one who suffered the most.

"cut!"

Just at this moment, guard Yang Zhengling drank lightly and threw out a token.

when!

The token fell on the stone platform with a crisp sound, and the old executioner took a bowl of wine and sprayed it on the edge of the knife.

"The injustice has the head, the debt has the owner, you and I have no grudges in the past, but recently there is no hatred. You are under your duty, and you have been ordered to act, and you have offended."

Saying that, the sword was raised.

"what……"

At this time, the iron-armed hand Wu Liang seemed to be unwilling to bow his head, he let out a stern shout, and his whole body stretched with strength. The two sturdy arms immediately turned blue, and the muscles and blood vessels were intertwined, and they were extremely hard. The name.

collapse!

The sturdy iron buckle was broken, and the iron shackles were cracked.

However, all this is too late.

The butcher's knife was cut down, almost to the extreme.

Wu Liang froze abruptly, a trace of blood spilled from his neck, gradually forming a silk thread, and then with a bang, his head fell from it, revealing a large wound at the mouth of the bowl below, hot blood spurting out like a spring.

At this time, I looked at the old executioner again, but he had already picked up a rag and gently wiped the bloodless big knife, his calm and calm face, as calm as ever.

dead!

Really dead!

Cut in two, clean and neat!

Bai Ziyue's eyes widened, and then contracted violently. An uncontrollable feeling of vomiting kept rising and rising, and then he couldn't hold back any longer.

"vomit……"

Bai Ziyue's face was pale, and his gallbladder was about to spit out.

Even when he proposed to watch the beheading, he had expected it, knowing that it would be bloody, and he had already made psychological preparations. Thinking that the world is different, the last life was peaceful, this life is obviously chaotic and fierce, and sooner or later I will face death, and only by adapting as much as possible can I survive better.

He was sensible and forced himself to open his eyes.

But when the bright red blood spurted out, his head was already empty, and the endless coolness drowned out all his previous thoughts.

It took a while for Bai Ziyue to calm down, and then he noticed that not only was he sick and vomited, Xu Li and Zhang Guoyi were also the same, and even some of the surrounding people who were watching the lively had a look of discomfort on their faces, and they even insisted on confronting them. The sight of beheading, the 'hero' with his eyes closed.

"All right?"

Xu Ming glanced at Bai Ziyue with a light smile. After all, he was still a child. Even if he pretended to be mature, he could not avoid embarrassment at this moment.

The three nodded palely.

"Let's go then. It's getting late. I'll arrange you as soon as possible."

Xu Ming said, go ahead first.

Bai Ziyue hurriedly followed, but there was a flash of light in his eyes.

"Watching the beheading this time is not in vain."

Bai Ziyue's own data suddenly appeared in front of him.

Name: Bai Ziyue

Strength: 0.26(+)

Speed: 0.33(+)

Constitution: 0.49 (+)

Martial arts: none

Soul Energy: 837

On the attribute panel, other data remained unchanged, but the soul energy was more than 800 more.

In Bai Ziyue's view, this is definitely a huge amount.

You must know that at the beginning, the kid only contributed 17 points to him, but Wu Liang, the iron-armed master of the fourth village in this Guitou Village, was nearly fifty times that of the kid.

It really exceeded his expectations and surprised him even more.

"However, what is the basis for the amount of soul energy? Strength? Or other factors?"

Bai Ziyue couldn't help thinking.

The chick is the weakest, so it only provides a bit of soul energy, while the kid is stronger, it is fifteen points. This Wu Liang is powerful and feels no weaker than Uncle Ming, so he can provide nearly a thousand soul energy?

"Uncle Ming, I don't know what Wu Liang's strength is?"

Bai Ziyue asked quickly.

"Wu Liang, the iron-armed hand, is said to have entered the internal forging as early as three years ago. His current strength should be stronger than mine, right?"

Xu Ming said cautiously.

"So strong?"

Bai Ziyue couldn't help but think.

Uncle Ming's strength, he has seen with his own eyes, his fists do not touch the little ghost, but the blood is crushed, and the little ghost is scattered.

This Wu Liang is stronger than Uncle Ming, but he is only the master of the fourth village of Guitouzhai. It is conceivable that the first three of Guitouzhai must be more powerful and terrifying.

"Uncle Ming, where are we going next?"

At this moment, Xu Li asked.

"The first thing we're going to, of course, is the Lieyang Gang's branch in Qinghe Town, North Street.

At that time, there should be a small assessment. As long as you pass the assessment, someone will naturally arrange for you to do things. "

...

North Street is indeed much more prosperous than West Street.

The restaurant on the third or fifth floor, the spacious silk and satin village, the fragrance of rouge gouache overflows from a shop full of ladies, and in the quiet bookstore, a group of scholars do not look sideways...

Antique shops, painting and calligraphy pavilions, pawn shops, and even a theater...

Even though the sky has completely dimmed, the rows of lanterns on the shops on both sides of North Street are still shining brightly on the road.

Rao is Bai Ziyue, who considers himself to be well-informed. When he saw these many scenes similar to ancient times, he was also confused, not to mention Xu Li and Zhang Guoyi who were almost out of the village for the first time.

But soon, as Xu Ming turned around, they left the block and came to a row of residential areas that looked like big families.

Leaning less, Xu Ming stopped.

The Lieyang Gang branch is here!

The big guy with the book list hopes to add this book, thank you! !