Douluo's opening send-off system

"Wen Hua, I'm not talking about you. You said you are a swordsman. You can still do it with a rusty sword. What does it mean for you to hold a stick? I was found out just after I opened my mouth, and now I am still being hunted!"

"I am a sword, not a stick!"

"Then you'd better cut it off!"

The two people who were pinched by the old man were still arguing. It seemed that they still didn't understand the seriousness of the matter. When they turned a street corner, the old man took them and ran in. They saw a man wearing a tulle on his head. The men in bamboo hats, wearing only single clothes, were waiting for them.

Lao Huang slowed down, stopped, let go of the two of them, and took off the red sandalwood box on his back. His cloudy eyes were shining brightly at this moment, and his face was no longer as naive as before. This man was extremely solemn.

Seeing Old Huang like this, Xu Fengnian was stunned, as if he had gotten to know the old man again, but he felt that he was afraid of the old servant who accidentally belched the fart, the one who had hit the person opposite.

"That kid in front, get out of the way quickly, or you'll be the one to look good!"

Xu Fengnian rolled up his sleeves with a ferocious smile and showed his fists, looking like he was not easy to mess with, trying to scare Han Wuyi away.

"Xiao Nian!"

Wen Hua's trembling voice came from beside him. Xu Fengnian turned around and saw that Han Wuyi had come to them at some point. The wooden stick in Wen Hua's hand was also in Han Wuyi's hand and was pressing against Lao Huang's throat. at.

Turning around with difficulty, the figure in the alley disappeared like a ghost. Xu Fengnian's scalp felt numb for a while. This was because he had encountered a tough situation.

"Brother, we have no grudges in the past and have no grudges in the recent past. There is no need for this. Why don't we let our brothers go!"

"It wasn't there before, but now it is."

As he said that, he started to pull the wooden stick in Han Wuyi's hand. Han Wuyi's cold voice suddenly frightened him and retracted his hand.

"Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding. I apologize to you here. Can this matter be considered in the past?"

Knowing that it was because of his actions just now that Han Wuyi was offended, Xu Fengnian wished he could slap himself twice. If in Beiliang...

"This is the Purple Sun Jue of the Supreme Purity, which is the best martial arts secret book on Wudang Mountain. I will give it to my brother. I hope you will stop arguing with us."

He casually took out a secret book that had not been brutally murdered from the box carried by the lame horse, looked at the name, and handed it to Han Wuyi.

Han Wuyi pointed at Wen Hua's chest without putting down the wooden stick against Lao Huang's throat. He took the secret book and looked at it. Xu Fengnian laughed beside him, feeling uneasy in his heart.

Although his father Xu Xiao told him that these two boxes of secret books were enough to cause a bloody storm in the world, but his experience in the past year told him that they were all fucking bullshit!

The waste paper that can’t be sent away can only be used to wipe the butt. What kind of profound martial arts secrets can it be?

Han Wuyi only looked through it twice and determined that this was a real martial arts secret book, and it was a top-notch one. Only a few people could carry such a thing, and - that box seemed to be full of... ?

Isn't it almost time for him to become a national master? No! He should be a little stronger than him, at least he doesn't have the Tiangang Art, the Golden Silkworm Gu, and the last four levels of the Holy Qiankun Gong...

There are many things that are not available. Even if they are robbed, I would rather destroy them than let him get them.

These people don't seem to be very strong, otherwise...

"What's your name?"

"Ah! My younger brother Xu Fengnian is from Jinzhou, Liaodong. He is..."

"That Xu from Beiliang?"

"Haha~ How is this possible? Haha~ If I had the same surname as Xu Xiao, how could I be here..."

Although Xu Fengnian kept denying it, he said that his surname was that Xu.

Han Wuyi, who was threatened by the snake and the stick, sneered: "What? Aren't you afraid that I will have a grudge against the King of Northern Liang?"

"Afraid! But if you really have a grudge against Xu Xiao, I would be dead now." The panic look on his face disappeared, and Xu Fengnian became rarely serious.

Han Wuyi narrowed his eyes slightly. If he hadn't listened for a long time in the tavern and remembered some people, it would be difficult for him to notice this "dog".

If we rob him, we will probably have to face Beiliang's 300,000 armored men in the future. It's not that he's afraid, but it's just that it's too strenuous to kill.