The Era of Immortal Cultivation

Li Hao's avatar took chickens 1 to 6 all the way west. In order to avoid causing trouble, he specially wore a short coat and exposed his hands that were transformed into mechanical dragons.

Sure enough, it is said that there are many powerful bandits in Shandong, and there is a bandit's nest within ten miles and a village hundreds of miles away. They are all trying to trick people. How can there be any strong people? I didn't even see the hair of a robber along the way.<

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Within a few days, after leaving Shandong and entering southern Hebei, a group of dozens of thieves blocked the road ahead and collected tolls.

Li Hao followed several sad-looking merchants from a distance, waiting for the gangster to threaten him and ask for money, then he would get angry.

A little leader wearing a felt hat was leaning against a tree lazily. When he saw a few more people coming, he glanced at him from afar, and then stood up straight.

He greeted one of his subordinates and explained a few words, and then came up to him.

Here you go! What kind of slapstick are you going to do later?

While Li Hao was thinking, the leader slipped to the ground with a bang on his knees, leaving three bars three to four meters on the ground. He leaned over and kowtowed:

"Brother!"

What the hell? Where did I get your cheap brother?

Li Hao was so startled that he took half a step back. Just as he was about to scold him, he saw that the leader had kowtowed three times and bowed nine times. He raised his head and his eyes were filled with water:

"So that I can let my brother know. Although I am waiting here to rob the stronghold, I will not harm anyone or kill anyone. If my brother is willing, he can ask the passers-by about the reputation of my stronghold."

Oh, this brother is almost like a good man or a hero.

"Brother, if you are willing, please go up the mountain and be the leader. We are willing to serve as our master." Several more people ran over and knelt down in front of Li Hao.

Isn't this... too sensible? It's hard for me to get angry like this!

Li Hao called over a few merchants and inquired about it. It turned out that there were dozens of people in the village who worked as farmers and part-time as robbers, and few of them were harmful to life. So he stopped trying to kill them, refused the offer of these people, and continued

Let’s go.

"Ah! Huh~ I saved a life!" A man sighed:

"If we hadn't been clever today, I'm afraid we would have died. This month, we have encountered the third disguise master. This business that blocks the road is really difficult to do!"

The little leader who was the first to kowtow gritted his teeth.

"If we continue like this, it won't be successful at all. This industry either needs to grow bigger and stronger, or it doesn't have a strong support.

Brothers, I heard that Liangshan now has strong troops and many masters of disguise, and it is very powerful. They attacked Jeju Prefecture a few days ago, why not surrender?"

"Let's go together!"

......

Li Hao didn't know that because of his soft-heartedness, Liangshan had more soldiers, and he only focused on rushing. At night, he could see a large city in the distance.

Oh, we have arrived in Handan.

This body is already in the third realm, so of course it doesn’t need to eat or drink, but life in this world is somewhat less interesting without food and drink.

After entering the city, he inquired about a famous restaurant. Li Hao went to order a pot of Laobaigan, a local specialty, and ordered two pounds of beef that had just died of illness. He sat by the window of the restaurant and listened to some gossip.

While we were enjoying our meal, the street suddenly became lively.

A group of seven or eight green-skinned hooligans chased and beat up a young boy. But the boy, who looked to be no more than ten years old, was so agile that he could not catch the seven or eight big men by using some stalls selling groceries on the street.

Him.

As they ran, three or four more people came from the other side of the street. The leader was a warrior who had just absorbed Origin Qi into his body. He kicked the young man who wanted to run back to the middle of the street.

The young man was besieged in front of the restaurant with nowhere to go. He still refused to beg for mercy. He picked up the crooked broom in front of the restaurant and started to fight with these men.

A skinny young man was no match for a group of big men. He was surrounded and beaten and kicked severely.

Seeing that the young man was beaten half to death, the leading warrior waved his hand and told everyone to disperse, cursing:

"You are a bastard, a bastard who has no parents! Where do you want to run?

Mr. Yuanwai kindly gave you food, but you are not grateful and want to run away! No wonder your bastard father had his neck cut, and it was all killed by you, Sangmenxing..."

The young man was lying on the ground spitting blood, with only a pair of smart eyes staring at the warrior on his dusty face, with a fierce look on his face.

"How dare you glare at me?" The warrior scolded Ren Bujie angrily. Seeing the young man's fierce eyes, his anger became even more intense, and he bent down to slap him again.

Just when the warrior raised his hand to strike, the young man saw the empty door open, and an inexplicable cruelty suddenly flashed in his eyes. He spit out a mouthful of blood foam at the warrior, then turned over and grabbed the broom he had been holding tightly under his body.

Stand upright.

Accurate! Really accurate!

The raised broom handle happened to be in the way of the slap, and it hit the Shenmen acupoint by 'coincidence'. Then, by coincidence, it was deflected by the warrior's power. The young man took advantage of it and stabbed it quickly and accurately.

It reaches the throat of the warrior who tilts his head to avoid spitting.

The warrior clutched his throat and staggered back a few steps before looking down at the blood on his hands.

It was almost, just almost, if there was a spike on the broom handle or if this bitch was stronger... After the fear, there would be endless anger.

"Straight thief! I'll kill you!" The warrior fiercely pulled out the iron sword from his waist and stabbed to death the little thief who almost killed himself.

Whoosh!

Dang!

A chopstick accurately passed through the Shenmen point of his sword-holding hand, pierced through the red spot where the broom had been stabbed before, passed through the hand bones, and sank into the street beam. The sword in the warrior's hand fell with a sound.

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"Ah~~ah!" The warrior cried out in pain, bent down and held his wrist, looking towards the tavern where the chopsticks were shooting.

A man in his fifties smiled slightly as if nothing had happened. When he looked over, he pointed at the warrior with only one chopstick in his hand.

The warrior turned around, only to see a pair of cold and ruthless eyes full of murderous intent, and a silver-white sword light flashing across his throat.

So... can my sword be so beautiful? Why haven't I noticed it before?

With this last question, his consciousness gradually dissipated.

The young man who saw blood for the first time closed his eyes and raised his head, feeling a pleasure he had never experienced before. It was a refreshing feeling that hit his soul, making him addicted and intoxicated.

In the frightened and surprised eyes of everyone around him, he laughed, from smiling to laughing to laughing wildly. In the end, he even laughed a little twisted and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood.

The young man approached the tavern with a sword in hand, thinking about the stories of Jing Ke and other heroes often told by storytellers in Handan City, and he felt a surge of pride in his chest for no reason.

Qin Wuyang killed thirteen people and became famous in the Yan Dynasty. Now I am eleven, and I can still win.

He thrust the sword into the ground a few inches, knelt on one knee, and cupped his fist with both hands:

"Sir, if you have any worries, I am willing to relieve your worries and sharpen your sword."

"I have no worries!" In the young man's surprised eyes, Li Hao said lightly:

"I just saw that the stab you just made was somewhat spiritual. You are still young. Don't think about fighting and killing all the time. It's better to read more books."

As soon as these words came out, the young man was stunned.

Looking at the dull boy, Li Hao repeated:

"I say it's better for young people to read more books. If you don't have money to go to a school, I can give you some.

You are so old, how can you write your own name? If you don't study, you won't even be able to write your own name."

"I don't have a name."

For the first time, the young man's eyes showed some weakness, and his tone became weaker. He looked down at the dark eyes reflected on the sword surface and said softly:

"But my mother said before she died that my father was from the Dugu family, so she always called me Dugu. If you are willing, you can also call me Dugu!"