The heavens begin with the Dharma of absorbing power

"Your people are still setting up defenses everywhere. Maybe they didn't surround us in time!"

In the east of Nanchang City, somewhere in a narrow alley, Xu Xin, who was surrounded, suddenly said these words. Although the monk who had spoken to him before was only shocked for a moment, it was enough for him to confirm many things.

Xu Xin asked himself that he was already very alert. Every time he sensed danger, he gave up and left decisively. Therefore, if he can succeed every time, he will not be caught by these Yuanting masters.

Although he was blocked this time, his spiritual sense did not react violently, which showed that so far, he was still safe and could solve the immediate crisis. Based on the previous words of the flower monk, Xu Xin made a bold guess.

A group of experts in Nanchang City should be ambushing various places in the city. Xu Xin was only blocked by a small group of people this time, and more people had not yet reacted.

"Go together!"

With a loud shout, scimitars, maces, vajra and other weapons drove the roaring wind to greet Xu Xin, and all the martial arts masters who were ambushing here were dispatched.

Xu Xin has been through life and death for more than a year, and his martial arts experience and physical reactions have been well adapted to each other. When he felt the crisis, he did not act rashly. Only when the weapons of several people were about to merge into one, Instantly exert force under your feet.

Although the people surrounding Xu Xin were also good players, they were unlucky when they encountered Xu Xin, a guy who kept pretending to be a pig.

"Dang Dang Dang..."

The sound of gold and iron rang out continuously, and the several bald heads who were surrounded clashed with each other, but none of them hit Xu Xin. However, Xu Xin used his skills and body skills to avoid the siege and then escaped from the siege, moving quickly to retreat. At the same time, he grabbed one of the monks with one hand.

"ah……"

The screams were extremely sad in this dark night. Among the bald heads surrounding Xu Xin, one person was instantly dragged into the shadows and disappeared. The painful screams that followed were mixed with panic and fear, making everyone present feel Feeling shuddering.

"Datoman!"

Some of these monks exclaimed. After each looked at each other, they quickly chased after them. However, they arrived too late. The screams soon stopped abruptly. The few chased them to a street corner, only to see a rather ugly body. For strange corpses.

The originally strong Datoman became skinny and bones. If it weren't for the monk's robes on the corpse, they would not dare to recognize each other. Accompanied by the sizzling sound, the pungent smell came, which made several people dare not get too close. After careful observation, everyone showed horror and fear.

"This man is so cruel!"

"It should be a poison similar to corpse water!"

"You have to be careful not to get caught by him."

"Guys who practice this kind of poisonous technique mostly have mutilated bodies, stench, sores, and disfigured appearance..."

Several Yuanting masters talked to each other, and then they surrounded each other and chased Xu Xin. They were not sure that one or two of them could face Xu Xin alone, but if they caught the trace, many methods could be used.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Xu Xin ran away quickly. As soon as he turned a corner, a fire suddenly appeared in front of him, and then countless arrows struck in this direction, almost hitting him.

He finally dodged a wave of feather arrows and carefully observed the direction of the fire. Rows and rows of Yuan soldiers were arranged everywhere. The formation was a bit scattered. They should have surrounded them after getting the news.

The Meng Yuan Dynasty is famous for its cavalry and archery. Although the army quickly deteriorated after taking control of China, their special skills are still at a certain level. These archers are the elite of the Yuan soldiers.

"This is a dragnet set for me! Which dog-headed military advisor came up with the idea?"

After observing for a while, Xu Xin became aware of the surrounding situation, and secretly cursed in his heart that the person who arranged the arrangement was really dirty. It was most likely done by a scholar like a dog-headed master.

Xu Xin stayed in Nanchang City for a while, working as a beggar during the day to gather intelligence, and at night waiting for opportunities to kill people to gain power. He also understood the official civil and military power of Nanchang. Today's game is quite structured and strategic, and it doesn't look like the work of those "old acquaintances" of mine.

Xu Xin was surrounded and intercepted, fighting and running without stopping. In a three-story restaurant called Wangjiang Tower somewhere in the city, several people were sitting beside the Eight Immortals table filled with wine and food, staring at the flickering firelight in the dark night by the window of the tall building.

At the head of this banquet table is a thin middle-aged man wearing Confucian robes, with five willow beards under his cheeks, a face like a crown of jade, and the air of a scholar.

There was a man next to him who was pouring wine for him and said: "Your Excellency, you are really clever. Many people have not caught the assassin in black who killed a thousand swords, but today he fell into the trap of Your Majesty."

The thin scribe raised his wine glass, took a sip of it implicitly, and said with a smile: "It's just a pivr, and even if it's a bit brave, how can it discuss wisdom with scholars like us."

"My lord, what you are saying is that a mere reckless person is nothing."

"That's right, what kind of brains can a vulgar martial artist have."

"Haha, my lord, today's situation really has some of the demeanor of Marquis Wu in the past!"

There were echoes on the wine table, and the thin middle-aged scribe felt more and more proud as he listened to the noise in the distance.

A few months ago, a black-clad assassin appeared in Nanchang, wearing black clothes and a black turban. He specialized in robbing and killing wealthy officials. Many low-level civil and military officials have been assassinated by him, and some of the food and grass supplies for the frontline troops were burned. .

Nanchang officials repeatedly failed to kill him, but instead made him famous for a while. This incident even alarmed Daru Huachi of Longxing Prefecture, the military leader of Nanchang. He issued a death order to hunt down the thief as soon as possible.

The white-clothed scribe was originally a staff master in the Daruhuachi Mansion, and he mostly handled government affairs for him. He was considered a confidant. After hearing about this, he took the initiative to ask for help, hoping to take the opportunity to make meritorious service and truly enter the officialdom.

"Sir, please have another drink!"

"Everyone, let's drink this cup together!"

At this time, someone was toasting again. The thin scribe woke up from the dream of being famous in history and stood up to raise his glass. The "scholars" at the same table also stood up and raised their glasses to drink together.

"The night is full of sounds of drones and drums, and the overlord is ambushed and imprisoned from all sides. The gentlemen are chatting and laughing here, waiting for good generals to behead the enemy..."

A few self-proclaimed scholars shook their heads, chewed on words, and acted wildly. They boasted to each other at the banquet, as if they were all Zhuge Wuhou with uncanny calculations. Planning a strategy, winning a thousand miles, talking and laughing, the overall situation has been decided.

In the most intense street fighting place, the flames flickered, and a head with wide-eyed eyes rolled and flew into the sky, refusing to rest in silence.

Xu Xin stood up from the pile of dead people, looked at the last fallen body with an expressionless face, and then disappeared into the ruins of a house somewhere.

He relied on his reaction speed and physical strength far beyond ordinary people to kill many pursuers in street battles. However, because there were too many enemies and they were chasing him in such a hurry, he didn't even have much chance to absorb the power.

After Xu Xin became a beggar, he didn't like to waste things the most. He would always eat every grain of rice in the bowl, and he would treat his enemies the same way. In the past, killing people and absorbing power would drain the last trace of the enemy's energy. Today's battle was really a waste.