practice falsehood

Chapter 51 051 Magic Secrets 15 Yuan per pound

"I thought it was some kind of expert! I scared my aunt!"

"A mere river guard who runs a teahouse, what can he do to me?" The foreign girl giggled, stepped on the tiles, and flung her figure lightly back, turning over and falling towards the dark alley outside the martial arts hall.

The elegant figure twirled in the air as if dancing ballet.

But as soon as her toes hit the ground, the "hissing~" sound of smoking sounded in her ears again without warning.

"How is that possible!" The foreign girl's pupils shrank and she hurriedly raised her eyes to see a familiar eye-catching firelight at the end of the dark ancient streets and alleys.

It was the light of the cigarette butt dangling from the mouth of Lin Hong, the proprietress of the teahouse.

But the opponent's abnormal movement speed was obviously beyond the foreign girl's expectations.

"Hissing~" Lin Hong took the last puff of cigarette, looked at the foreign girl and said, "Swallow shape and body skills are well practiced, a bit like the foundation of Jinyu Tower."

"But this three-acre area in Heyang City is not something you Westerners can mess around with."

After saying this, Lin Hong snapped her fingers, and the cigarette butt that was about to burn out drew a dazzling red trail in the dark alley, getting closer and bigger in the green pupils of the foreign girl, like... It's like it's about to pierce into her eyeballs!
"Not good!" The foreign girl's heart sank, knowing that she had hit an iron plate.

In the blink of an eye, with a click, the umbrella in her hand opened.

The cigarette butt fell on the umbrella cloth and burned a small hole, but before the cigarette butt hit the ground, several more cracking sounds sounded in the alley.

When the foreign girl heard this movement, her complexion changed again, she turned the parasol, and pushed the twisted umbrella flowers forward.

With a few tearing sounds, like the sound of cloth being cut by scissors, the high-speed rotating parasol was shot into a sieve shape by a few coins with cold light.

Even the umbrella's frame was instantly twisted into a twist after being hit by those coins.

"Assassination darts! This river guard is also a cross-border killer?" The foreign girl's heart trembled, and she flicked the handle of the umbrella in her hand in a panic. She used her body skills again, and shot towards the other side of the alley against the wall.

Probably due to the blessing of the mist, the foreign girl was very fast. In almost the blink of an eye, she had already swept over fifty meters away from the wall.

Just as she was about to turn around the alley, a tall and thin man with a bald head and a body like a bamboo pole appeared without warning and blocked her way.

"Little sister from abroad, don't leave in a hurry!"

"Don't you want to see my unique skills?"

"Open your eyes and take a look!" The tall and thin man grinned, raised a hand and reached for it like a flying figure.

It's just that when he grabbed it, the energy from his hand was like wildfire, with a strange heat, it directly tore through the thick fog in the dark alley, and grabbed the foreign girl who was fleeing at high speed with one hand. face.

Then with a lift and a push, Qin Ping pressed the girl heavily against the wall.

"Ah!!!" There was a scream, and the foreign girl's beautiful face seemed to be stimulated by some kind of stimulation.

I saw that her face began to melt like ice cream that had not been refrigerated in time, and melted flesh and blood continued to peel off from it.

This scene was extremely frightening to see, but in Qin Ping's eyes, it was as if he was used to it and he was not surprised at all.

"Little sister, the quality of this passing mirage is not good!"

"The level 3 strength can't even exert half of its strength on such a mirage-like night. It's such a waste of such a beautiful skin." Qin Ping clicked his tongue twice.

"Smelly bald man, stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and kill him, lest you have long nights and dreams." At this time, Lin Hong, who was blocked at the other end of the alley, had already picked up a cigarette again and approached.

"I know the dead woman! I just keep urging you. When the foreigner little sister came to the teahouse, didn't you take a group photo with her? Anyway, let her live for a while..." Qin Ping retorted, holding his mouth shut. The right hand on the face of the foreign girl tightened again.

The energy spewed from his palm seemed to be contaminated with scorching heat, directly igniting the foreign girl's face and hair, and finally spreading to her whole body.

"Ahh...you...you are Qin Ping, the Liaoyuan Slayer...you became a saint at level 30 6 years ago...you didn't die...how can a strong man like you be willing to guard the river here..." The foreign girl said The eyes were full of horror, and the mouth that was about to melt said bumpily.

"Knows a lot!"

"It's a pity that you are a foreigner. If Xia Guo came, you might be left with a dead body." Qin Ping grinned, and increased the energy output in his palm.

The foreign girl was enveloped by this energy, and after struggling for a few times, she became completely silent. Her whole body flowed all over the ground like a melted candle, and finally turned into transparent fragments and dissipated in the pitch-black space. In the darkness.

"It's done!"

"Bitch, are you satisfied this time?" Qin Ping dusted his hands and said.

Lin Hong glanced at the ground where the foreign girl melted and disappeared, rolled her eyes and said: "She's just a Level 3 Hundred-Faced Witch, what's so good about her? If it weren't for my special skills and she couldn't use her skills at any time, it could be used here. Do you want to attack you, you stinky bald man?"

After saying that, Lin Hong held a cigarette in her mouth and turned around into the alley like a big boss. Upon seeing this, Qin Ping hurriedly followed her, shouting: "Oh! Damn you, mother-in-law." Wait for me..." He looked like an old licker.

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With the presence of these two river guards, the night in the ancient street became quiet again.

Because he drank a lot of medicinal wine before going to bed, Chen Hao slept very soundly that night.

The only bad thing is that when you sleep after drinking, you will have more dreams than usual.

As for the dream, Chen Hao dreamed that he turned into that strange little snake, playing around comfortably in the martial arts hall under the care of that black and white figure.

Occasionally, he would imitate that black and white figure, twisting his tiny body in the yard, making the other party laugh out loud.

"What a strange dream!" Chen Hao was a little confused.

When I got up the next day, the source point on the panel had reached 0.36 again.

Such an efficient way to refresh the source points made Chen Hao full of confidence in the next practice.

Because just yesterday afternoon, he had already reached the full level of Iron Sand Palm, a foreign martial art that would take ordinary people more than ten or even decades to master, by relying on an almost bug-like health recovery item.

Chen Hao's heart became extremely hot when he thought that there were still two Kung Fu trainings waiting for him to go, plus there were several additional co-branded products to be delivered today and tomorrow.

"Come on, Ollie! Another day full of energy!"

Howling twice in the bathroom at home, Chen Hao hurriedly washed up and left the door.

I bought some breakfast on the side of the road and jogged all the way across the Fujiang River Bridge.

It was only early 7 o'clock when we arrived at Wenfeng Ancient Street. At this time, the ancient street was crowded with people and stalls were everywhere.

This is the so-called ancient street morning market, and the stalls are closed after 9 o'clock.

Many uncles and aunts who sell vegetables and fruits like to set up stalls at this spot.

Because the biological clock of old people is different from that of young people, many of them get up at five or six o'clock and go out for a walk.

Chen Hao used to get up late, so he rarely came to such a morning market.

Now that I came across it, I happened to walk around the morning market.

From shopping on the street to the end of the street, there are everything for sale.Those selling beriberi, killing cockroaches, bad breath, and expectorant herbs, among them are mixed with stalls selling vegetables and breakfast, full of fireworks.

Chen Hao stopped in front of a simple bookstall.

The bookstall is filled with all kinds of new and old books, with a price tag of "15 yuan per catty" on the side. The boss is a middle-aged man sitting in the stall with a pocket in his pocket, holding a general book in his hand. Huang’s old novels are a delight to read.

As for why Chen Hao stopped in front of this stall, it was also because the data panel in his sight actually triggered a reaction to a stack of blue books bound with stitches on the bookstall.

"???"

"Nine Yin Scriptures, Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, Sunflower Collection, Evil Exorcising Sword Manual!"

"Aren't these all fictional martial arts in martial arts novels?"

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