Prodigal son of another world

The last page, on a large sheet of paper, was occupied by a circle.

This circle looks like nothing, just an ordinary circle.

But when Feng Liyan looked deeply, an incomparable sword light swept out instantly. Before Feng Liyan could respond, his mind exploded, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

It's not that Xu Ming's writing is so wonderful, but that the sword technique is too strong and profound.

If you really look at it, you can see the sword energy sweeping over it, that is the sword intent of a strong man, but Feng Liyan's situation is completely forced to comprehend, and he was backlashed by the sword technique.

When he first wrote this sword technique, Xu Ming would have ended up miserable if he hadn't tactfully failed to comprehend it. It was never as simple as spitting blood like Feng Liyan.

"The strength is still too weak. This senior must have been a great power before he was alive." Feng Liyan smiled wryly, laughing at himself for being overwhelmed.

Da Neng, that is an existence beyond Wu Zong, almost no one has seen it, only heard of it.

Xu Ming fully agrees with this statement. Ximen Chuuxue, known as the sword god, has surpassed the limits of human beings and reached the highest level.

"Okay, let's rest early. After tomorrow, I will study this sword skill well." Although he was injured, this made Feng Liyan even more excited.

With just one glance, he was injured, the severity of which was unimaginable.

Xu Ming smiled, stopped talking, and began to practice cross-legged.

A warrior who breaks through is not easy to break through, at least, he still needs to prepare a lot of things.

The breakthrough of the Nine-Transformation Magic Art means that the first transformation is completed, and the strength increases geometrically.

During cultivation, one can't feel the passage of time, and one night's time is fleeting.

The carriage moved forward again, but there was no longer any worries, and no one would stop them again.

Chen Xian?With Feng Liyan by Xu Ming's side, Chen Xian would not come again.

And the Chen family didn't send any more people, apparently giving up their pursuit of Xu Ming.

As for whether Chen Xian will be punished when he returns to the Chen family, this has nothing to do with them and there is no need to worry about it.

Peak warriors are cherished far more than Xu Ming imagined. The Chen family needs a lot of resources to cultivate one. Chen Xian is much more important than those small warriors.

When Xu Ming arrived at the small town on the edge of the Forest of Monster Beasts, it was exactly at noon, Xu Ming did not remove the powder on his face, he still did not move, said goodbye to Feng Liyan, and went to Chilai Inn.

Feng Liyan has his own affairs, he is not Xu Ming's servant, so it is impossible for him to accompany Xu Ming to his death.

For Feng Liyan, what he wanted in the end was hatred.

If there is no revenge for a day, Feng Liyan will be tortured by hatred for a day, and it is impossible to follow Xu Ming.

The small town in the Forest of Monster Beasts is called Rory Town, and it is a small town with no rules.

If there is one rule to name, it is the fist.

As long as you have big fists, no one will care about you if you rob or kill people in this small town.

This is heaven for the strong and hell for the weak.

The town of Rory is not big, it only has two streets, divided into Rory Street and Scattered Street.

As the name suggests, Rory Street is mostly a street for small town residents.Sanluan Street is the activity area for foreign monks.

These two streets are not restricted by identity, but are named after the number of people.

Late Inn, Luohesanluan Street.

Looking at the inn in front of him, the old and missing a corner of the board, the beams with slow dust, it is very doubtful whether this is a place for people to stay.

"Be objective, eat, or stay in a hotel?" At this time, a pale man in coarse linen clothes with a towel on his shoulders walked over with a smile on his face.

Xu Ming frowned, looking at the towel on the man's shoulders, it was full of gray and black, and at the corners, the previous white could be faintly seen.

"I'm here to find someone." Xu Ming glanced at the dusty towel with disgust, and said calmly.

"Looking for someone, I'm sorry, you are late, he has already left." The smile on the man's face disappeared, with a hint of sadness.

"Do you know who I'm looking for?" Xu Ming was shocked.

"Of course, he asked you to come and look for him, and he has an account with us." The man affirmed.

"What does he look like?" Xu Ming frowned and sneered, Qingying made an appointment for half a month, but he hasn't arrived yet, so he can't be late.

"I was wearing a black robe that covered my figure. I couldn't see what I looked like at all. I just said I was waiting for someone." The man recalled, fearing that Xu Ming would not believe him, he said, "He said, wait for a person from other places. He's a handsome young man."

"Who is the boss here?" Xu Ming frowned, and if he continued to ask, it was impossible to get the answer he wanted, and this person would definitely continue to talk.

"Boss?" The man was taken aback, stood up straight, stroked his chin, thinking about something.

"It's the belated innkeeper." Xu Ming gritted his teeth.

"Oh, the shopkeeper." The man was stunned, and then smiled: "Sorry, you are late, the shopkeeper just died last night, and no one has come to take over."

"Uh..." Xu Ming was stunned, his face darkened: "Are you kidding me?"

"Don't dare, keep telling the truth." The man looked at Xu Ming with a smile, without any hint of fear.

Pressing his left hand on the hilt of the sword, Xu Ming thought, should he teach this man some lessons?

"Little brother, what are you doing standing here?" At this moment, a middle-aged strong man came over and looked at Xu Ming who was standing in front of the door suspiciously.

Beard, bright and sly eyes, naked upper body, full of muscles, full of explosive strength, a pair of metal gloves are placed on the waist, and a money bag is hung on the back of the waist.

"Oh, I went to the shopkeeper of the late inn. He said that I was late and the shopkeeper was dead. How could someone curse his shopkeeper like that?" Xu Ming said directly when he saw the person coming.

"Hey, are you from another place?" Hearing this, the strong man was not surprised, but looked at Xu Ming with a smile.

"Yes, they came from other places." Xu Ming frowned. Could it be that they hate foreigners?

"Haha, let me just say, how could anyone not know the rules here." The strong man laughed, and threw a gold coin to the man directly: "Go, buy a catty of spirits and three catties of bison meat."

"Okay, okay." After receiving the gold coin, the man stepped back excitedly, ignoring Xu Ming.

Xu Ming frowned, looking at all this in puzzlement.

"Sit down and have a drink." The strong man asked.

Xu Ming glanced at the tables and chairs, they were covered with dust, but the strong man didn't care, and sat down, Xu Ming didn't hesitate any more.

The two sat down, the strong man smiled and said: "This belated inn only accepts money, if you don't pay, you will be late for everything."

"Then you don't have to curse the shopkeeper to death, do you?" Xu Ming sneered.

"Wrong, there is no curse, the shopkeeper is indeed dead." The strong man explained, seeing Xu Ming was surprised, and then said: "The previous shopkeeper, because of his bad temper, bullied his subordinates, these subordinates couldn't bear it, and joined forces to kill him. They are in charge of this inn together."

A flash of clarity flashed in Xu Ming's eyes, the big fist here is the master, if they can kill the shopkeeper, this place is theirs.

But, can this method last?

Thinking of this, Xu Ming asked doubts: "Then kill people casually here? No one can manage it?"

"Management?" The strong man sneered, patted the table, and the dust was all over the sky: "What is management? No one wants to stay here for too long. No one knows. If you stay a little longer, you may die. Who would live here?" Down?"

If you think about it, if you live here, there will be no accidents for a day, and after a period of time, someone will stare at you and try to kill you. There are no rules here, and no one will control you.

And if these people cherish their own lives, they will leave. If they don't cherish their lives, it's useless to make rules.

It seems that there is no management, but it is actually management. Don't worry about the excessive flow of people here, which will cause a burden.

In front is the forest of monsters, which is full of monsters, ruins, and even some ores and herbs.

This is a treasure land, and the monks want to take a share of the benefits, but this benefit cannot be monopolized, so if it is not managed, these monks who want to stay longer will be forced to leave.