My Attributes Cultivation Life

In the middle of the night, only an occasional carriage passed by in Tanyang City.

The vocal music of the music building in the distance continued to float, which was mingled with coquettish laughter.

The two chased and fled, and in a blink of an eye, they arrived at the door of a pawnshop on the corner of the street.

"You can't run, put things down!" Qing Su said coldly.

In terms of running, she was obviously slightly faster than the opponent.

Not long after, the two hurriedly fought several tricks. The figure was eager to get out, but kept getting entangled in her.

Seeing that the time dragged on, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, he immediately threw the box away, spread his arms, and fought against Qingsu with all his strength.

The silhouette moves are complete, and the movements are wide open and close. Based on the arms, the offensive and defensive power is much greater than that of Qingsu.

Overall, it seems to be the level of five products.

After he threw away the burden and shot with all his strength, Qing Su was obviously unable to resist.

In the confrontation between ordinary tricks, Qing Su was careless, and his strength was not accurate.

In addition, Jinpeng Secret Record's confrontational tactics are not many. In her actual combat experience, most of them are sneak attacks and assassinations, and there are very few head-to-head fights like this.

At this time, the strength was wrong, and a flaw was suddenly revealed.

Bang!

The figure hit her on the left shoulder with one stroke, knocking her back a few steps.

After repelling Qingsu, the figure picked up the box, turned around and ran away.

"Don't think about leaving!!" Qingsu wanted to chase after him.

Suddenly she took a step, and her body fell down.

Whoosh!

A black dart passed over her head and was nailed diagonally to the wooden door of the pawnshop behind.

If she hadn't noticed it just now, I'm afraid by now...

Frightened in her heart, Qing Su hurriedly chased after the figure in front of her.

But suddenly she stopped again, her eyes fixed on the front.

The figure also stopped at this moment, and slightly cupped his hands towards the other black-robed man.

"Messenger!" The figure whispered.

"This is the proof you said?" the messenger asked softly. The voice line is a bit unfeminine.

"Exactly." The figure replied quickly.

"Go. I'll deal with this little girl." The messenger's eyes fell on Qingsu, and two more black cross darts were in each hand.

Swish!

He rushed forward suddenly, and the speed of the figure actually made Qingsu not react for a while.

When she returned to her senses, the opponent had already jumped out of the shadow on the right, and a dart shot silently at her chest.

When Qingsu bent down to avoid the dart, and then got up, there was already a second dart in front of her.

The second dart was pinched by a slender black palm and stabbed straight at her, only half a meter away from her.

That's too late! !

Qing Su's center of gravity was unstable at this time, and there was no way to move and dodge the second time.

Looking at the silent black dart, fear flashed in her eyes.

Countless thoughts, countless thoughts, didn't have time to flash, and they shattered like bubbles.

hiss!

The dart suddenly hovered in front of Qing Su.

The tip was just a finger away from her eyelid.

The messenger turned around quickly, and blocked the dart to the left.

Bang! ! !

In the sound of the heavy impact, a silver wheel spun at a high speed and slammed into the front of the dart.

Sharp serrations hit the black dart.

The two giant forces collided and canceled.

The messenger threw with all his strength.

The silver wheel spins and slashes into the side wall.

He gasped slightly and looked towards the direction where the silver wheel was flying. The eyes are solemn.

"Who are you....!?"

The other side of the street.

A burly figure in a black robe appeared under the eaves of the shop at some point.

"Twice."

The burly figure gently lifted his black robe, revealing a tall body with a black mask underneath.

"Unfortunately, when you appeared in front of me, the result was already doomed."

call! !

In an instant, the figure stepped forward, and the ground cracked.

boom! ! !

The figure burst into flames, crossed the street in the blink of an eye, and took the messenger with a palm.

The broad palms are in the dark, like a stone statue carved from marble, with clear lines and solid and vast.

"The Emperor Yan Talisman."

"Innate anger!!"

There was a muffled sound.

The palm landed on the dart that the messenger hastily raised.

The dart broke and dropped.

The messenger's arms were in severe pain, and his legs were firmly fixed on the ground, but the boots were forcibly pushed by a huge force, pulling out two black lines.

A carriage just passed by in the street.

The horses were startled, neighed, and raised their front hooves.

The carriage overturned.

The messenger slammed into the wall and rolled on the spot, avoiding the chasing palm from behind.

Bang!

Two holes were punched in the wall.

"Returning to the source!!" The messenger roared.

The sound vibrated, like Hong Zhong Dalu, which made his muscles and blood accelerate at the same time.

He raised his arms, and a series of darts came out of his hands.

But all the darts fell through.

In front of him, the burly figure just now disappeared.

"On the side!!" The messenger reacted, but it was too late.

He dropped his elbows, trying to block.

But the elbow was swung away, and a sharp pain came from the side of the waist.

"you!!??"

Before he could finish his words, he was already held by a pair of big hands around his waist and slammed down.

Bang! !

The waist was broken, and the dart that the messenger finally held in his hand fell to the ground weakly, bounced a few times, and lay quietly on the black slate.

Zhang Rongfang released the body that was almost smashed into two sections and looked up into the distance.

The shadow holding the box has disappeared.

"It runs fast enough."

He looked at Qing Su who was pale.

"Are you all right?"

"It's okay...sir...this..." Qingsu looked at the envoy who was out of breath.

"What is the origin of this man?"

With her fourth-rank mastery of self-cultivation, in front of the other party, she was unable to withstand two moves.

One can imagine how strong this person is.

At least rank six or above.

You must know that even if it is Rank 5, she can't lose so quickly.

After all, she majored in self-cultivation, and the fourth-grade body-style was about the same speed as many sixth-grade non-self-cultivation methods.

But the guy just now...

Can beat her so fast.

This means that the other party is also a master of body skills, and is a master of body skills higher than her.

Or a high-quality expert far beyond her level!

"It doesn't matter what his origins are. Since he dares to probe my bottom, it means that someone has already doubted me."

Zhang Rongfang said calmly.

"Since you are in doubt, let's go and find out today."

"If the water is deep, back away."

"If the water is shallow..."

His eyes suddenly darkened.

"Then let them understand that my things are not so easy to take..."

Swish.

Qingsu's eyes flashed, but she was shocked to find that the figure had disappeared.

She hurriedly chased after a few steps, and could only use the moonlight to see a vague figure gradually disappearing at the end of the street in the distance.

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Zhao Tianming ran all the way, he ignored the situation of the messenger behind him, and he had no idea whether the messenger could stop the white eagle.

But the box in his hand is definitely the key to his success this time.

From various clues, he analyzed the identity of the white eagle.

It was determined that Bai Ying was most likely related to Zhang Ying, so he sneaked into Zhang Ying's house.

As a result, just after finding a suspicious box and preparing to unlock it, Qingsu found it.

This made him even more convinced that he was looking for the right person.

Immediately run away with the box.

Surrounding a dark bungalow area, turning around, drilling into the alley, hiding the figure.

Zhao Tianming suddenly stopped in place.

At the exit of the alleyway in front of him, a burly figure slowly walked out from the wall.

It was Zhang Rongfang who came by detour.

He has been around here for so long, and the surroundings have long been familiar.

In addition to breaking through the ninth grade now, the five senses are keen.

Simply block the opponent's route in advance.

"Hand over your things. Forgive you not to die." Zhang Rongfang said coldly, his figure almost blocking the entire entrance of the alley.

Zhao Tianming took two steps back, his eyes under the mask suddenly narrowed, and he looked behind Zhang Rongfang.

"Help me stop him!" He roared and stepped back.

"Think I'll be fooled?"

Zhang Rongfang wanted to chase after him.

Suddenly, I felt a gust of wind blowing behind me.

He grabbed back.

Boom! !

The claws firmly grasped the machete stabbed behind him.

In an instant, two figures, one to the left and one to the right, slashed at him with knives from behind at the same time.

One after another knife light was continuously resolved by Zhang Rongfang, or avoided, one after another.

"Who is it!?" He moved quickly with both hands, constantly resisting the two swordsmen.

The knife skills of these two people are continuous, one after another, like a rapid wave, turbulent and difficult to breathe.

And the style of it makes Zhang Rongfang feel familiar.

Suddenly his heart flashed.

"Black Ten Sect!?"

"Holy Fire!" Suddenly, one person's sword light was restrained.

hum! !

In an instant, the light of the knife rose sharply, like a silver curtain, slashing from top to bottom.

The strange thing is that the knife light fell into Zhang Rongfang's mid-air, and even sputtered the starting point of Mars.

Zhang Rongfang pulled back, grabbed the wall with one hand, pulled out a piece of gravel and smashed it forward.

A large piece of rubble was cut open by the knife light, but a little bit still penetrated, forcing the man to chase after him.

At the moment when he was stunned.

Zhang Rongfang's figure dashed forward like a ghost, crossing him. Turn around and run towards the other person.

"Step back."

His arms were spread out like a big bird, and his muscles were squirming and bulging.

"Heavy mountains!!!"

Boom!

As if struck by lightning, the man was knocked away by a huge force. It slid more than a meter on the ground before stopping.

He gripped the hilt of the knife tightly with both hands, but his arms were trembling uncontrollably. It was obvious that his hands had almost lost their strength just now.

He raised his head, only to find that there was no one in front of him.

"Who are you looking for?"

Suddenly, a ghostly figure appeared behind him.

Boom!

He raised his sword to slash, but his wrist was held by a backhand.

"Holy Wind!!" The limit-breaking technique erupted rapidly.

But unfortunately it was too late.

Pfft.

A paw grabbed his throat from behind~www.readwn.com~Let him go! Otherwise, tonight, you will die! ! "

At the other end of the road.

A thin figure wearing a black silver-edged cloak rushed over.

Behind the figure, a group of Scimitar disciples from the Black Ten Sect, led by a famous player, returned to Zhang Rongfang.

Under the cloak of the thin figure, a small purple-black snake slowly drilled out.

The little snake crawls slowly along his shoulders, entwining.

"Snake King?" Zhang Rongfang stared at this person.

"Golden Wings Tower?" The Snake King raised his face, his reddish eyes looked eerily scarlet like a snake letter.

"When did a little white eagle dare to be presumptuous in front of me?"

His right arm drooped under his cloak, and a short golden knife slowly slipped out of his cuff.