The Most Powerful Young Man

The night is like water, and the sound of horseshoes echoes.

Xiao Yao rode a horse and walked on the intestinal path, but the speed was not very fast.

Wu Wutong was still behind Xiao Yao, like a shadow.

Wu Wutong looked at Xiao Yao’s back and didn’t take the initiative to move forward. This is still very rare. Before, Xiao Yao wanted to be quiet for a while without a chance, so he heard Wu Wutong making comments on the side. Now Instead, she became silent a lot, and she didn't know if she had taken the wrong medicine.

Although Xiao Yao had some guesses in his heart, he did not say it. On the one hand, even if he said Wu Wutong, he would not admit it, and there was another reason, because he was worried that after saying it, Wu Wutong would mock his own work. passionate.

After walking for almost half an hour, Xiao Yao suddenly pulled up the rein and stopped.

He frowned and looked ahead.

"What's the matter?" Wu Wutong rushed to Xiao Yao's side and asked curiously.

Xiao Yao stretched out his hand and pointed to the front.

Wu Wutong looked in the direction of Xiao Yao's fingers, frowning immediately, without saying anything, kicking the horse's belly with his foot, and pulling the whip in his hand.

"drive!"

Xiao Yao rubbed his nose and looked at Wu Wutong galloping forward, and sighed.

"The young people now are really impatient!" Xiao Yao said.

Although he said so, Xiao Yao hurried towards Wu Wutong's direction.

The reason Wu Wutong rushed out in such a hurry was precisely because in front of them, there was a child running with a baby in his arms, and a dozen big men were still chasing behind them.

It was a big man with a big laugh.

Wu Wutong was originally a hot-tempered girl. How could she remain silent when encountering such a thing, she naturally rushed forward. This was entirely in Xiao Yao’s expectation. In fact, in Xiao Yao’s view, there is no need to worry at all. In his opinion, what he saw with his eyes may not be true. It’s better to continue to see the development of the situation first, but Wu Wutong is not as calm as he is. Even if he wants to come, a little girl’s family, just now Only when I have come into contact with the outside world, how can I understand the sinisterness of the world so much.

The previous encounter with the inn and the time in Baishui City, although it was a good lesson for Wu Wutong, it did not make her realize how dangerous this world is, or that this world is far more dangerous than Wu Wutong saw. Much more dangerous.

Xiao Yao has no way to say about these things. They can’t be expressed directly in words. You have to let Wu Wutong comprehend them slowly. Only when you really comprehend them can you be regarded as your own experience, um—this is probably it. A kind of growth.

Wu Wutong's strength should not be underestimated. Like a whip in his hand, he made a thunderbolt in the air. A whip directly flew a strong man out, and he stood in front of the woman.

"A group of bastards, what is the ability to bully women?" Wu Wutong said furiously.

I don't know if it was because Wu Wutong's appearance was too shocking, or because of other reasons, anyway, the dozen or so big guys stopped.

"I said little girl, who are you? What does this have to do with you?" One of the big guys, still holding a broad-backed knife in his hand, was looking at Wu Wutong with a vigilant look at this time.

As soon as Wu Wutong made a move before, he realized that the other party was not a simple character.

You know, there are really few masters in the arena who use whips. Compared with knives or swords, whips are obviously more difficult to practice. It is even more difficult to control accuracy. The biggest is nothing more than a longer range. And the attack range is wider and more flexible.

The advantages are directly proportional to the difficulty, so even if you don't say it, everyone will understand it in their hearts.

Wu Wutong rode on the horse, snorted coldly, raised the whip in his hand, and threw it at the man who was talking.

The clay figurines are all three-pointers, the man was furious, took a step forward, and slashed with a big knife in his hand.

Originally, he wanted to directly cut off the whip that Wu Wutong threw out with a sharp knife in his hand, but he did not expect that the whip would be directly wrapped around his knife handle like a spirit snake.

At this moment, Wu Wutong's body leaped high, rushed directly in front of him, and touched his chest lightly. The man's body flew out. The big knife that he was holding tightly, naturally Also let go.

Wu Wutong flicked his whip again, and the big sword flew out.

"Give it to me!" The man who fell on the ground was obviously the leader. After a drink, a dozen people behind him rushed towards Wu Wutong together.

Xiao Yao was still not in a hurry.

There are no masters among these people, and the most powerful is probably only a world-breaking realm.

If you break the sky, you can still be considered a master on Earth, here, you can't even count as the most basic entry point.

Although Wu Wutong's own strength was not that strong, it was a far cry from these people.

A dozen men formed an encirclement to Wu Wutong. Wu Wutong was not in a hurry, and did not choose to break through before the encirclement was mature. Instead, he held his arms and faced each other with cold eyes, with disdain on his face.

Xiao Yao can feel the strength of the opponent, and these people can naturally feel it too.

What made Xiao Yao puzzled was that he didn't feel any murderous aura from the dozen or so men.

Murderous is invisible and intangible, but it does exist. At this point, Xiao Yao, who has been a killer, has the most say, not to mention that he has not killed less people as a cultivator over the years. For the time being, at the time of Zijinmen, many people died in Xiao Yao's hands. After that, Hong Jianzong and Tianxinggong...

Corpses can be piled up!

It stands to reason that these people should have wanted to kill Wu Wutong, but they didn't have the slightest murderous aura. This is worth pondering.

It's just that now he is not sure about anything, just watching the changes.

When Wu Wutong fought with those people, Xiao Yao became more and more curious.

From his point of view, the offensives of those people weren't an offensive at all, and they didn't intend to cause any harm to Wu Wutong. After a simple fight, they all immediately withdrew.

Wu Wutong obviously didn't feel this.

First of all, her strength is far from Xiao Yao's original. Another reason is that she has been in a state of war before, and it is impossible to detect these complicated things.

After the dozen big men fled and left, Wu Wutong triumphantly walked to Xiao Yao's.

"How about it, amazing, right?" Wu Wutong asked.

Xiao Yao laughed and said, "In the early days of foundation building, did you say that it was great?"

"..." Wu Wutong was immediately speechless.

If she were an earthling, she would definitely cover her heart at this time and say to Xiao Yao: "Old Tie, I'm heartbroken."

That said, before that, she might have made Xiao Yao feel like a master, but now, since Wu Wutong already knew that Xiao Yao was a master, his previous confidence and pride were wiped out.

After all, she was just a monk in the early stage of foundation building, just a simple entry, and she would lose or even lose her life if she encountered a more powerful monk or a cultivator.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

"You said, am I very unsuitable for cultivating immortals?" Wu Wutong asked.

Xiao Yao shook his head: "Why do you say that?"

"In Lingwu Continent, there are so many heavenly prides, real masters, but me? What age is it, and now I am just a cultivator in the early days of foundation building. If I say this, I am afraid that people will be laughed at. I'm dead, I'm still the princess of the Li Palace." Wu Wutong said with a sigh.

Xiao Yao laughed and said, "I can't blame you for this."

"Don't blame me, who else can you blame? Can you blame you?" Wu Wutong said in a bad mood.

Xiao Yao coughed and said, "You have always had cold in your body before, and this cold is not something you can easily cope with. If you want to continue to practice, you must first overcome the obstacle of cold in your body."

Wu Wutong thought for a while, and recovered his previous figure.

"Well, what you said is quite reasonable. If you say so, you really can't blame me." Wu Wutong laughed.

Xiao Yao touched his nose, thinking in his heart, in fact, that's what I said, you are really not welcome...

At this time, Wu Wutong turned around again and walked towards the woman.

"Hey, are you okay?" Wu Wutong asked.

"No... it's okay..." The woman lowered her head, and then by moonlight, she could see her facial features clearly. She was about 30 years old, she was a little thin, and she was only about 1.5 meters tall. There was a child in his arms, and the child was still crying.

"I said you are a woman's house, why do you run around with your child at night?" Wu Wutong sighed.

"I...I escaped." When the woman said this, she cried out.

The one who is crying is sad.

Xiao Yaoxu squinted at her, but did not speak.

Wu Wutong frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Woo, my husband and I had children before and wanted to go to Kyoto. This is the only way to go. But in the end, we met the band of bandits who killed my husband and snatched me away. Today, I found the opportunity and left by luck, but I didn't expect to be noticed by them and wanted to catch me back."

Speaking of this, she directly knelt down to Wu Wutong.

"Thanks to the heroine for her life-saving, oooo..."

Xiao Yao sighed.

He felt more and more weird.

It's not that this woman is not clear enough, on the contrary, it's that this woman is too clear.

In such a situation, she escaped by chance and just broke free from the sea of ​​swordsmanship. If she was just an ordinary person, she was obviously in a state of high mental stress or even collapse. However, although the woman looked on her face with fear and trepidation, she was very clear when she spoke. , Too clear, it sounds like a line.