Thousand Blades of Death

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The people present did not pay too much attention to Ma Yuan, just that Mr. Zheng Shan was visiting, which was very unusual, so their eyes paid a little attention here.

When Ma Yuan drew his sword and rushed to the test stone, they suddenly realized that the 13-year-old child must become an insider of the Longmen Darts Bureau like them.

"Poof—"

It was a slight blast of gas. This kind of power shocked everyone.

This is the second form of Qinglian three swords made by Ma Yuan.

This is a straight sword. There does not seem to be any subtle changes to outsiders.

But the real changes took place inside the horse. At this time, the phantom of a lotus flower was blooming in the Dantian, it slowly hung down the leaves, and a drop of water followed.

Fell down.

Stabbed with a sword.

Both happen at the same time. Just like the stone will roll down from the high mountain, the flame will start to burn from bottom to top.

Ma Yuan's style is smooth and natural.

Just when everyone was shocked by Ma Yuan's sword, the sound of the sword stone cracked directly.

As the cracks spread, the pieces of gravel fell desperately, and everyone's heart also fell into the bottomless abyss, still slack.

Only Ma Yuan put his sword into the sheath and took a breath. This move seemed to have no power of control. Ma Yuan was a bit worried by the reaction of others.

Ma Yuan secretly turned his head and asked Zheng Shan,

"Ok?"

Although Zheng Shan was taken aback, he was not as surprised as others, but just laughed.

The thunderous laughter brought the crowd back from slackness. The crowd at Xi Wuchang quickly looked at Ma Yuan to take a closer look at the character of this child, so terrifying.

"Not ready to pass him yet."

Master Zheng Shan was slightly angry.

The man listened, and quickly took out the inner register, writing the word Ma Yuan.

"You really don't have a Soul Pill?" the man asked carefully.

"Come on. It's already full of vitality." Ma Yuan replied carefully.

That man remembered it,

"Ma Yuan, swordsman, Longmen dart board rated prefecture level."

Longmen Dart Board has four levels of Xuanhuang. A grade is divided into three levels of junior high school.

Ma Yuan rated the prefecture level, which is equivalent to the soul-level strength. Although the man thought that Ma was originally a vitality class, inter-level fighting is not uncommon in this world.

Some people are not practicing the realm to practice martial arts, so it is normal for combat effectiveness to vary.

"I'm afraid there is no task that can meet the prefecture level." Zheng Shan said.

Everyone was shocked when they heard it. The prefecture-level, Zhongnan City's dart board is not so high-grade. And such a person is just a child, can not help shocking.

Everyone looked at Ma Yuan with a little more envy and felt strong attention. Ma Yuan was a little embarrassed.

"No, there is a task."

After that, the man showed the information about the mission to Grandpa Zhengshan.

Ma Yuan also wanted to see that after a quarter of an hour, Zheng Shan gave Ma Yuan the scroll.

Zheng Shan said, "This is a big deal, but the conditions are too harsh, and many bureaus can't make it."

This is a request for **** to marry.

It is just that the client needs a guard to guard the bride day and night. Out of the world, so the bureau cannot send men, and there are too few women in the bureau, of which the more capable are the less.

So there was no one to pick up at the moment.

"Ma Yuan is okay, he is a child after all." The man said worriedly.

At this time, Ma Yuan noticed that the end point of the **** was Wu Di’s capital of the South China Sea, and this was the final place that Ju Youjing and he had agreed.

This bodyguard can kill two birds with one stone.

Thinking so, he thought it was really good to take the dart.

So Ma Yuan said that he could accept the dart.

Soon, a middle-aged man led in, and he saw Ma Yuan, his face instantly black.

"It's him? Are you out of the game?"

Old man Zheng Shan snorted,

"This is a master at the prefecture level."

Ma Yuan was a little embarrassed listening to this compliment.

The man looked at Ma Yuan and felt incredible. He had never heard of a prefecture-level bodyguard in South Midtown.

"Aren't there women?" the man asked stubbornly.

The man who was scolded by the old man for being a dogleg came and said diligently, "Naturally there are, but only those with the strength of the yellow level, there is no one who meets the mysterious level you said."

"Oh."

The man thought about it, seeing that Ma was originally a child, but he had prefecture-level strength, and he didn't care whether it was a man or a woman.

"Okay, just him."

Said the man.

"When to leave." Ma Yuan asked.

"Now, what's the matter?" The man looked at Ma Yuan, and the tender voice made him wonder if this was really a ground-level bodyguard.

"No, now is the best."

Ma Yuan said quickly, for fear that the other party would not want to be himself.

So, the man explained the matter to the supervisor and took Ma Yuan away.

After Ma Yuan left, he left Grandpa Zheng looking at the backs of the two, and he was going back to the empty rookie guidance room.

"Grandpa Zheng, what is the origin of the child?" someone asked aloud.

"I know."

Zheng Shan smiled,

"We do darts and do a dart. There is no difference between keeping people and killing people. They are all a thousand miles without leaving a line. Why care about the name? Some things are better not to let people know the name."

After saying this long sentence, Zheng Shan was silent. Everyone in the martial arts field also fell silent.

None of the people who came to the dart board are for pure earning a living. They all have their own attempts to know, but it is not easy to elaborate on what they are.

"What did the young boy want?" Everyone had such a question in their hearts at this time.

Ma Yuan is now entering a large courtyard.

A lot of carriages were waiting outside the door, and there were other people in the darts guarding quietly.

"Awesome line-up, which house's young lady is married."

Ma Yuan thought.

The governor who brought him asked Ma Yuan not to go around and walked away because of other things.

And he is like a stunned young man who has never seen the world, walking around, looking at it, and checking it out, including the bodyguards of six teams. This team has hundreds of people.

"Child, what are you doing here."

A maid-looking woman saw the sneaky Ma Yuan and couldn't help but scold.

"This is not the place for you to come. Don't just rush around."

"I'm here for the bodyguard."

Ma Yuan replied in a childish voice.

The maid smiled with flowers twitching, somehow.

"Xiao Cui, what are you laughing at, such a funny thing?"

Although the person has not arrived, his voice has arrived.

Listening to her voice, like Huang Ying's song, and the crisp sound of Yu Pei fighting, you can imagine this is a beauty.

Ma Yuan raised her head and looked at her.

Lai Ren is wearing a silk flower dress and embroidered two peonies on his right shoulder.

This man is the girl who got married this time, Miss Zhang Family.

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