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Chapter 92

"Benefactor Song, the monk has an idea."

"If external force puts you on the verge of life and death, is there a chance to break through under the threat of death?" Yang Qi suggested.

"Why didn't I think of this method?" Song Dongfeng shook his head, "It's just that the requirements are very high. If the pressure is too small, it will be useless. If the pressure is too high, accidents will easily occur. This scale is difficult to grasp."

"That's why I went to Black Rock City this time to find my sworn brother, hoping to use his murderous aura honed in the battlefield to help me cultivate sword intent."

When Yang Qi heard this, he was sure in his heart, and it seemed that he should be able to help the other party.

As a casual martial artist, it is not easy for Song Dongfeng to come to where he is today by himself, and he can still keep his heart and enjoy a good reputation in the world.

It would be a good thing if it helped him.

So Yang Qi made up his mind and said, "Song Benefactor, I have a method, I don't know if it will be useful to you?"

"Oh?" Song Dongfeng was overjoyed when he heard that, and now he is willing to try any method, as long as he can comprehend the sword intent.

Besides, in his eyes, Yang Qi is a Buddhist disciple, and he must have higher insight than a casual martial artist like him, so he also looks forward to what kind of good method the other party can have.

Whoosh!
Yang Qi flipped his hand, and saw a delicately shaped flying knife appearing in his hand, flying up and down non-stop.

"This is..." Song Dongfeng didn't understand Yang Qi's meaning for a moment.

"To be honest, the little monk is good at a special skill of throwing knives, you can experience it."

As he spoke, he held the flying knife in his hand, and at the same time concentrated all his thoughts on the knife.

His eyes were fixed on Song Dongfeng.

At that moment, Yang Qi was ready to take action at any time.

At the moment when he held the knife, Song Dongfeng felt the hairs all over his body stand on end, and a cool air rushed from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet.

this. . .This is. . .

Song Dongfeng didn't expect Yang Qi to put such a lot of pressure on him.

To be precise, it was the flying knife in the opponent's hand that threatened him with death.

Even if he can block it, he will definitely not take advantage of it.

I have never heard of such a flying knife skill in Buddhism!

Now is not the time to think so much, Song Dongfeng put the long sword horizontally in front of his body, his eyes were slightly fixed, and he made a defensive posture.

But even so, he still felt that he was not fully sure, but he still didn't have the slightest intention of shrinking back.

It was different from facing Xu Yushi just now.

Xu Yushi is a ninth-rank innate master, and the gap with Song Dongfeng is too large. Although the pressure is sufficient, the gap in realm between the two cannot be bridged by fighting spirit alone.

No matter how excited Song Dongfeng was, he knew in his heart that he would never be Xu Yushi's opponent.

In this way, there is already a will to die in the heart, which is not conducive to comprehending the sword intent.

Only when two people are similar in strength and can threaten themselves, can they force themselves to go one step further.

Now Yang Qi gave him such a feeling, even though the other party was lower than himself in realm.

But the strong killing intent emanating from the flying knife in his hand made Song Dongfeng startled.

It seemed that the next moment, the flying knife would be inserted into his throat.

Even after making full preparations, he still felt unsafe. This was how the flying knife in Yang Qi's hand gave him the feeling.

At this moment, Yang Qi held a flying knife in his hand, but he didn't make a move. He used the threat of death to force Song Dongfeng to cultivate his own sword intent.

But the two confronted each other for a while, and Song Dongfeng failed to comprehend it for a long time.

How is this going?

Dang!

Song Dongfeng closed his eyes, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground.

"Let's stop here." Song Dongfeng said in a hoarse voice.

Yang Qi flipped his hand, and the flying knife was hidden on his body again.

"Song Benefactor, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah!" Song Dongfeng sighed heavily, raised his head, and opened his hands.

"After all, it still won't work!"

"I'm still a little short..."

"Song benefactor, you..." Yang Qi hesitated to speak, he didn't know exactly what was wrong with what Song Dongfeng said.

Even if you want to help, you can't do it.

"It's okay, Master Puyan." Song Dongfeng quickly adjusted his mood.

"Don't worry, I have encountered too many difficulties over the years, this setback is nothing to me." Song Dongfeng smiled freely, turned and walked towards the inn.

"It's late at night, Master Puyan, let's go to bed early."

Yang Qi looked at Song Dongfeng's back and sighed softly in his heart.

Loose cultivators have not studied systematically, and have to explore every step by themselves. If they don't have such a strong heart, they may have given up long ago.

It seems that the pressure on Song Dongfeng is not strong enough today, so change to the first body in another day, use the full moon scimitar to perform "Shen Dao Zhan", and force him with the sword intent.

Think it can help each other.

After making up his mind, Yang Qi also returned to the inn.

. . .

. . .

Youzhou City.

In a dilapidated private house, Qing Shaoquan was hiding in it and shivering.

No one could have imagined.

At the beginning, Qing Shaoquan, a dude who only knew how to eat, drink and play all day long, is now in such a mess.

At this time, Qing Shaoquan's body was tattered, covered in dirt, his lips were chapped, and he looked like a beggar.

It's midnight now, but Ke Qing Shaoquan couldn't sleep at all.

It's not that the environment he's in now is unbearable for him, the most important thing is that he hasn't eaten for a long time.

I thought that I would feel better when I fell asleep, but I woke up hungry again in the middle of the night.

I searched all over my body but couldn't find a single copper coin, and there wasn't even half a grain of grain in this dilapidated house.

I really don't know how long it can last.

Thinking of his miserable state now, Qing Shaoquan felt infinitely sad.

If I had known that I would have today, I would have hidden some private money at the beginning, so that I wouldn’t be so hungry that I couldn’t afford to eat now.

Thinking of everything that happened recently, Qing Shaoquan felt as if he was dreaming.

Originally, he was the second young master of the Qing family, so he couldn't be said to be walking sideways in the entire city of Youzhou.

But he also lives a life of debauchery every day, and doesn't worry about making a living at all.

Originally, he thought that he would live happily ever after, but until he met those gangsters.

That's right, in Qing Shaoquan's eyes, Yang Qi and his gang are villains!

Originally, he lived a good life, but because he fell in love with a woman, he was beaten up by her in the end.

Later, together with Chang Ying and Liu Junye, he sent people to kill Yang Qi and others.

As a result, the worshiper of his own family was not an opponent of one person, so he could only flee in a hurry.

But he didn't want to be scolded by his eldest brother Qing Shaolin for arbitrarily mobilizing his family's worship, and he was driven to a villa outside the city.

Originally, he didn't want to go, but now his father is still retreating, and Qing Shaolin has the final say on all matters in the family.

There was no other way, Qing Shaoquan had no choice but to go to the villa honestly.

But he has already made up his mind, as long as his father comes out of retreat, then he will make Qing Shaolin unable to eat and walk around!
While Qing Shaoquan was spending his days leisurely in the villa, he heard a bad news.

(End of this chapter)