Zhibuqiu is an orphan who grew up eating a hundred families. To put it bluntly, he is a homeless beggar who wanders around the world. Zhibuqiu has no name. When he was ten years old, an old beggar changed his fate. The first thing the old beggar said when he met him was "A person is poor and his ambition is endless!"

Therefore, Zhibuqian named his name - Zhibuqian.

Zhibuquan doesn’t care whether there is a surname “Zhi” in the world. What he cares about is a martial art passed down to him by the old beggar. This martial art is called "Xiaoyaoyou"!

"Xiaoyaoyou" is both light skills, footwork, and body skills. This is what the old beggar said! At that time, Zhibuqiu didn't know what "light skills, footwork" was, but because the old beggar gave him half a bunch of steamed buns, he didn't want to disappoint the old beggar, so he practiced this set of "Xiaoyaoyou".

After that, I was out of control, and those who practiced endlessly became more and more diligent...

You can't be diligent! Because this set of "Xiaoyaoyou" can escape the minions of wild dogs, escape the fists and feet of gangsters, and have the magical effect of dodging the evil slave stick... The endless life has taken a turning point...

I don’t know when, a warm current appeared in Zhibuqiu’s body. Since then, Zhibuqiu’s life has taken a second turn. He has changed, and his body is as light as a swallow, as strong as a cow, has long physical strength, and has inhuman endurance... All kinds of incredible things have appeared on him. With great abilities, his mind and nature have changed. Zhibuqiu is no longer a beggar. He has turned into a bully, a bully who is rampant on the streets, but he thinks he is a principled bully because he has never bullied the poor. Then the old beggar appeared again, and Zhibuqiu’s life has taken a third turn. The old beggar taught him fists, feet, sticks, and gave him a sword, a bright sword. The old beggar said this was a flying sword!

He took the head of a person within a hundred steps, like a flying sword that was drawn from a bag. His mind was moved. He did not hesitate to worship the old beggar as his teacher, and learned the sword practice method as he wished.

Ten years of sword refining work can be tolerated, and I breathe and breathe at the flying sword every day, and communicate with each other in a concentrated manner... I can bear it because he is a poor man. He has suffered all kinds of hardships since he was a child. What is this little hardship?

There is only one thing that cannot be withstood, that is, the blood-dropping sword sacrifice once a day. Fortunately, this stage did not last too long, ten years! The Zhibuqiu has grown up, and the flying sword with the will of ambition has been refined. However, Zhibuqiu found that the fire of his flying sword seemed to have not reached, and it was still far from the point of taking the head level within a hundred steps. The cultivator's 100 steps is equivalent to a hundred feet, but the flying sword with the will of ambition can only fly out of ten feet. This is already the limit. The old beggar answered the question of Zhibuqiu: one is that his cultivation has not reached! The second is that his flying sword has not been refined by spiritual medicine and lacks spirituality!

The old beggar said that there were many spiritual medicines in the place where he lived before. The place was called Qingling Island, which was a very beautiful place... Then the old beggar gave Zhibuqiong a task: go around the East China Sea...

This was the first task assigned by the old beggar to Zhibuqiu. Zhibuqiu was very cautious. He traveled through mountains and rivers to the bamboo hiking range near the East China Sea, but he happened to catch the treasure unearthed. Zhibuqiu rushed there with longing. Unfortunately, he didn't dare to get close because there were too many people who were better than him.

But Zhibuqiong is a bully who has been a bully, a bully who bullies the weak. He easily knows the whole story from a weak and messy man.

... How could he not have the will of heaven and earth treasures be born? He is a swordsman, but unfortunately he has nothing to gain in three days. His mood is very bad, especially what happened yesterday made him feel even worse - a monk with five big and thick, who actually wanted to force his flowers to be full of flowers! Zhibuqiu is a man, a man who has been in the world for many years, and has never seen anything. This monk clearly has a habit of breaking sleeves and Long Yang's goodness! Zhibuqiu is not good at this mouth, so he did not hesitate to sacrifice his flying sword and break the monk's throat with one sword. The flying sword of Zhibuqiu's first blood was consecrated, and it was actually such a scum, which made Zhibuqiu's bad mood even worse. Afterwards, he wiped the flying sword a hundred times and a hundred times...

Zhibuqiu met another monk today, and his eyes turned red instantly. Although this monk had great light skills, he was not inferior to him, although this monk was a little unkind, and was wearing a wide greasy monk's robe, but had a crooked ponytail on his head. He didn't want to bet or lay Buddhists! These Zhibuqiu could tolerate them. If you take a step back, the sky would be wide, and you would endure it. But what Zhibuqiu couldn't stand it was that the golden ring used by this monk to tie his hair was clearly made of pure gold, and his face was undoubtedly revealed.

This is the most unbearable for a person who has been living in a difficult life since childhood, suddenly gained strong power, and has been a bully.

So Zhibuqiu, who was eager to be hated, took action. As soon as the flying sword came out, he whistled through the air and rushed straight to the heart of the "monk". Before the voice came, the sword had arrived first, Zhibuqiu was ready to reap the joy of success.

The sneak attack and unexpectedly, the opponent was in the air and had nowhere to dodge. His internal breath must maintain the operation of the light body and mind technique, otherwise he would be killed. Such a great opportunity is really hard to come by! But the "monk" blocked it. Zhibuqian only heard a "ding" sound, his head dizzy, and his flying sword that was as fast as lightning was bounced away. Zhibuqian secretly hiding! He hid secretly, and according to the master's sword control technique, he honestly controlled the flying sword to disturb the enemy, but he was thinking about a way to escape.

This "monk" was stepping on the treetops with a faint sole of foot. An iron sword in his palm could stimulate three-inch sword light. The internal cultivation was really solid, especially a fast sword that made Zhibuqiuqiu frightened. The flying sword with ambition was often just a spin cut. The iron sword in the opponent's palm could produce three swords in succession, accurately slashing at one of his flying swords, and the speed was several times faster than his flying sword.

What made Zhi Buqiu even more unbelievable was that the sword weapon in the other party's palm was clearly an ordinary iron sword, but it could withstand the flying sword that cuts gold and jade like a tofu without any damage.

Zhibuqian met the monk yesterday and reached the state of internal energy coming out of his body. A convenient shovel made the yellow light shine brightly, but it was still easily cut into seventeen or eighteen sections by Zhibuqian's flying sword, and finally cut his throat and died.

Today I met this "monk" very hard. The iron sword in my palm stimulated the sword light. I ran into my flying sword several times, but even a gap had not broken out. The internal cultivation is really pure, especially when the other party is still refreshing and relaxing. It is really incredible! Zhibuqiong suspected that he had kicked the iron plate and encountered a rejuvenated monster? No wonder the master said that when he walked in the world, he met monks, Taoists, women, children, etc., and other aliens should take a detour.

This "monk" is so old that he was tricked by a flower in his palm. He can turn whatever he wants, and chop wherever he wants...

The flying sword is rootless and very fast, and it is shuttled through the void, slashing and cutting... As the sword moves, it will do whatever it wants. However, no matter what tricky angle the will of the will of the sword, the iron sword in the other party's palm is just a rotation, and then the mind is confused and dizzy, his flying sword will be bounced away.

There is nowhere to start! The opponent's sword was too fast, too accurate, and too neat! The qi around the opponent seemed to be integrated, and all gathered on a sword in his palm, causing a feeling of powerlessness to arise in Zhibuqiong's heart.

Zhibuqiu has been walking around the world since he was a child, observing his expressions and expressions, and knowing people's faces. So he blinked his eyes and wanted to see if this "monk" is extremely vicious. If not, go out to apologize and lose. I think a "master" like him should not be embarrassed by a naughty young man like him, right? Unexpectedly, just as Zhibuqiu blinked his eyes, the "master" disappeared, and then Zhibuqiu only felt a chill on his neck, a cold sword tip stretched in front of him, and a gritting voice came from behind: "Do you want to die or live?"

He was not very old! At such a critical moment of life and death, he was still thinking about it. However, he quickly reacted and hurriedly answered one word: "Life!"

"Why did you attack Master Dao?"

"Ah? Master Dao? Aren't you a monk?" Zhi Buqiong looked surprised, and at the same time he felt quite depressed. What's the matter of you Taoist priest wearing monk costumes? If you had known you were a Taoist priest, you wouldn't bother to pay attention to you!

The voice behind me was mushy, and the fatal things on my neck were loosened a little. The Taoist priest behind me asked with interest: "What? Do you have a grudge against the monk? Could it be that the romantic master from a nunnery abandoned you?"

"No!" Zhibuqiu quickly denied it, just kidding! If this kind of thing is spread, he will not think about scrambling in the world in the future! At the same time, he secretly made a gesture in his hand and changed the topic: "The boy's ambition is endless, and the man is poor and the ambition is endless! How dare you ask the Taoist master's name? Where to practice..."

Before Zhibuqiong finished his words, he was interrupted by the voice behind him. He could only hear the other party's yin energy ask deeply: "What? Do you want to take revenge in the future when you find out where Daoye is? "

The speaker is unintentional and listener is intentional. Zhibuyuanqiu’s secret movements were paused immediately, and then he smiled dryly: "How dare you? Dao Ye has flew away and his sword is so fast that he is the only one in his life. He has benefited a lot today. He is not too late to be grateful, so he would not think of the word "revenge"! Besides, the boy has just debuted and he doesn’t know that the world is high. If he suffers this setback today, it is really beneficial to his practice..." Zhibuyuanqiu talks endlessly, and his secret movements are constantly-

The voice behind was murmur, as if he was quite enjoying his flattery. A faint smile appeared on Zhibuqiuan's mouth. The magic trick suddenly tightened, and a white light flashed from the grass. It was Zhibuqiuan's flying sword. The speed of the flying sword was several times faster than just now. It forced the sword energy into the bone-black and made it cold. Even Zhibuqiuan's heart was filled with awesomeness, and his hair stood on his back. He thought to himself: I have never used this sword technique, and I didn't expect it to be so!"

"choke……"

The flying sword cried out with a wry sound, and the sound was extremely light and unheard, but it was heard in Zhibuqiu's ears, and the sword that Zhibuqiu must win was blocked. His mind was as if it was struck by lightning. Zhibuqiu's chest was stuffy, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with his eyes closed and fell softly. Before he fainted, Zhibuqiu's heart flashed with a trace of tragic silence: "Is the flying sword damaged? Is it destroyed ten years of hard work destroyed? My life will be lost, so why bother..." The white light turned into a shiny two-foot short sword and fell to the ground. The light was completely subsided, and a gap as big as a grain of rice appeared on the blade.

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For someone like me who has a "god-level" speed, it's really difficult to have two chapters a day, but there are still some improvements, one chapter is more than 3,000 words-

Make a little progress every day! I can easily satisfy you!
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