[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Weapon Collector

Another morning.

The wine shop opened early, and Sun Tuozi took the stool off the table, wrung out the rag, and wiped the table earnestly. The grease on the table was wiped off, and the water in the basin was also greasy. In a place like the one he stayed in, the people who come here are all from the market, how can one expect them to be clean?

The table gets dirty quickly, but he's used to it.

Wipe clean when it is dirty, and wipe it faster when it is dirty.The days passed like this.

After Sun Tuozi finished wiping the table, he was about to change into a basin of water and then wipe the stools, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door: "Is anyone there?"

The voice was a little hoarse, and it seemed to be an old man who was not young.

Sun Tuozi dried off the water stains on his hands, opened the latch, and looked out with slightly squinted eyes. The morning light was shining, and the two people in apricot yellow clothes seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, with a hint of sacredness. sense of majesty.

However, when they walked into the room, the illusion brought by the sun dissipated, and Sun Tuozi could see clearly that one of the two was a little older, and he seemed to be the old man who knocked on the door, while the other seemed to be in his early thirties. The two wore the same standard apricot yellow clothes, with a layer of gold trim on the sides of the clothes.The flickering light just now must be the golden edge refracting the sunlight.

The head of the old man's clothing is a bit sloppy, his face is ugly and full of scars, his left trouser leg is empty, and he is holding a metal crutch in his hand, but his hand holding the crutch seems a bit awkward. When he walks, he knocks on the ground The sound of "Duk" and "Duk" was also a little unstable, like a person who just broke his leg and is not used to using crutches.

The young man behind him is much more ordinary. He has an ordinary appearance and an easy-going demeanor. He wears a clean long gown that fits close to his body, but there is a black hook hanging on his waist.I don't know what material the claw is made of, it seems to swallow all the luster, making people feel heavy when they look at it.

Sun Tuozi took a step back, looked at the person who came, and said with a smile, "The guest officer came too early, my shop hasn't opened yet. I haven't wiped the stool yet."

The one-legged old man looked around and said sinisterly: "As long as you are here, we won't be too early."

The young man also smiled and said, "As long as you are here, it doesn't matter whether we sit or not."

Sun Tuozi was puzzled and said: "Listen to what you two said, didn't you come to eat?"

After he finished speaking, he walked back to the basin, wrung out the rag, and began to wipe the stool. He bent his body and did not lift his head, and said, "Then what do you two want to do here?"

The young man said, "Looking for you."

After wiping the stool with his hand, Sun Tuozi smiled: "Looking for me? I'm just a beggar in an alley, so what's the point of looking for me?"

Having said that, his hand wiping the stool was gradually exerting force, and the blue veins on the back of his rough, dark yellow hand were bulging, revealing his restlessness.

A ray of light shines through the door, and the light penetrates the flying dust and shines on the wiped clean wooden table.

At this moment, a muffled 'beep' sound was heard, and a stick shadow suddenly attacked Sun Tuozi who was wiping the table. The one-legged old man had sharp eyes, and his right leg stood on the spot, as if stuck on the ground. of a stake.

The crutches were menacing, piercing the light and shadow of the door, but another shadow came first with the sound of piercing through the air. It was a sharp black claw, and there was a thin rope on the claw, and the other end of the rope was on the side of the young man. hands.

If Sun Tuozi doesn't hide, then he will meet the diamond crutches, if he hides, his retreat will be restrained by iron claws.

Lifting his hand holding the rag, Sun Tuozi faced the vajra crutch, as if he didn't know the weight of the crutch, like an ordinary person who reacts subconsciously when encountering a dangerous situation, he raised his hand to catch it.

There was a cruel smile in the eyes of the one-legged old man. He knew that this ordinary man in front of him had shocked the world with his powerful eagle claw skills many years ago, but so what, his iron crutch weighed 63 catties, although his The weapon was forcibly taken away by Shangguan Jinhong, but as compensation, the vajra crutch in his hand was made of better refined iron, and the weight was exactly the same as before.

The heaviest weapon in the arena is packed with strong inner strength, even the powerful eagle claw skill cannot resist it.

But Sun Tuozi did not carry it hard, he raised his hand, met the metal iron crutch with the rag in his palm, flicked his wrist, the iron crutch was stuck to the wet and slippery rag, and the force loosened a little.

Then he strode forward, clawed his left hand, and attacked the one-eyed old man's throat!

With this blow, even stones can be crushed into powder.

Naturally, the one-eyed old man didn't dare to resist. The iron crutch in his hand had just been released, and he was at the moment when he was powerless, but the one-eyed leg jumped back as swiftly as a pair of healthy legs, avoiding it. Sun Tuozi struck aggressively.

At the same time, there was a smile on that scarred face, it was the smile of a winner.

Iron Claw aimed at Sun Tuozi's back, but instead of retreating, he advanced instead, causing Iron Claw to fall into the air, but the young man turned his wrist, and when Sun Tuozi shot into the air, the thin rope followed his wrist like Turning like a poisonous snake, the dark black iron claws attacked behind him with a subtle sound of piercing the air!

Sun Tuozi couldn't dodge in time, the iron claws suddenly grabbed the hump on his back, flesh and blood connected to his heart, Sun Tuozi's face turned pale, and his figure froze, and the iron crutches of the one-legged old man struck again!

At the moment of life and death, Sun Tuozi's eyes flashed with anger, but he suddenly realized that the old man's blow did not use very much strength, maybe because he was sure of winning.

The instinct of fighting made him jump up suddenly, blood and flesh splashed all over his back, his sharp claws were thrown away, Sun Tuozi stretched out his hand, and directly caught the iron crutch that was attacking!

Then he yelled, resisting the severe pain in his right hand, grabbed the iron crutch and yanked it fiercely in front of him!

The one-legged old man subconsciously let go of the iron crutch, but it was a moment too late. Maybe if he used the old weapon that has been with him for many years, his reaction would be faster, maybe...

But life and death struggle, there is no possibility.

The body that lost its balance was like a moth in flames, and it hit the left paw that was ready to go. Sun Tuozi gritted his teeth, and only heard a crackling sound. The throat bone is torn apart.

After finishing off the one-legged old man, Sun Tuozi was about to pounce on the young man who was manipulating the iron claw, but before taking two steps, his body suddenly softened and his consciousness became blurred.

"Tsk, fortunately I saved my hand." The young man took a step back and said with a smile, "Zhuge Gang is an old man who wants to steal my credit. I would like to thank you for helping me kill him."

"There are..." medicines on the iron claws.

Before Sun Tuozi could finish his sentence, he fell to the ground. He raised his hand, scratched the flesh and blood on his arm fiercely, managed to regain some sanity through the intense pain, lay down on the ground and gritted his teeth: " What is the matter with money helping me!"

"It's nothing serious, I just want you to meet your father." The young man approached with a faint smile, and said with a hint of malice in his tone, "Old Man Tianji has always been indifferent, and his family is rare in Jianghu. But unfortunately, if he wants to hide completely, he'd better find a place to live in seclusion, why should he hide in the city? A person like him, even if he has no ambition, just getting close will make people uneasy of."

"You are... Zhao Keming..." Sun Tuozi's voice became lower and lower.

The sixth and eighth in the weapon spectrum teamed up to besiege, but he killed one, and the other also won by medicine. This record, looking at Jianghu, is also unique.

Zhao Keming bound Sun Tuozi with a rope, looked at him in a coma, gave a cold snort, and was about to take him away, when he heard footsteps coming from the back hall, he frowned and saw a man in sloppy clothes , a middle-aged man with a bearded face came out from behind in a daze holding a flagon, squinted his eyes and said vaguely: "Why is it so noisy in front... It's making me sleep..."

Looks like a drunk who spent the night here.

Zhao Keming said: "Then you can continue to sleep in your sleep!"

After all, he ignored it, carried Sun Tuozi on his shoulders, and turned to leave.

However, the drunk man seemed to have discovered something, he let out a 'huh', and said dissatisfiedly: "You took this person away, who will give me a drink!"

"You, you stop!" The drunk staggered and followed.

Zhao Keming's eyes sharpened, he put down Tuozi Sun, and grabbed the flying claw at his waist. When he turned around, the flying claw came out of his hand!

Luoyang is the territory of the Qiang Gang, and the Qiang Gang is very powerful now, the news of her leaving the gang must not be hidden from Shangguan Jinhong, but what surprised Shen Qi was that when she entered Luoyang City, she did not see anyone from the Qiang Gang.

This is not normal.

She wandered around the city with her horse, keenly aware that the people around her seemed to be avoiding something, and gradually the figures disappeared. Shen Qi looked sideways at A Fei who had been following her.

At this time, the sky was a little dark, and the afterglow of the setting sun was faintly sprinkled between the young man's eyebrows and eyes. He looked ahead and did not look at her, but his footsteps followed her rhythm all the time.

"...How did you know about Old Man Tianji?"

Shen Qi asked.

"Shangguan Jinhong told me." Ah Fei said.

"Oh." Shen Qi nodded, raised her eyebrows and smiled, "By the way, what do you think of Jing Wuming?"

The young man Gujing Wubo's face was stained with a touch of emotion, he subconsciously put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and said in a deep voice: "He is very strong."

"Then who do you think will win if you compete?" Shen Qi asked curiously.

Ah Fei shook his head: "I don't know."

When he saw Jing Wuming for the first time, he was attracted by his eyes and his sword. The two of them practiced killing swordsmanship. When the sword is not out of the sheath, it is impossible to predict who will live and who will die.

The color of the setting sun became more and more intense. I don’t know when, the stalls on the street were taken away one after another. Looking around, this long street was actually empty, and the afterglow was like blood in the distance. Come with the light.

Shen Qi paused, and smiled meaningfully: "I bet you will win."

The person walking against the light gradually approached. He raised his hand and pressed the bamboo hat. His apricot-yellow sleeves fluttered in the breeze. A slender sword was pinned to the right side of his waist. .

He stopped when he was less than three feet away from Shen Qi. Under the bamboo hat, a pair of dark gray eyes glanced at A Fei lightly, and then turned to her.

"Mr. Sun has been waiting for you for a long time." Jing Wuming said.

"Mr. Sun? Old Man Tianji?" Shen Qi quickly realized.

"That's right, the lord ordered me to take you there." After Jing Wuming said, he emphasized his tone, "I'll take you alone."

It is very obvious who the meaning of these words is aimed at. Shen Qi glanced at A Fei. He didn't have the slightest sense of anger, but just looked at Jing Wuming in silence. A strange atmosphere suddenly lingered between the two of them. It's like a stretched zither string, just waiting for the tremolo to come out, and then the string breaks and the sword comes out.

It's the tension of meeting old enemies.

But compared to the excitement of seeing an evenly matched opponent, Jing Wuming obviously pays more attention to Shangguan Jinhong's orders. His fingertips trembled slightly, and the sword momentum around his body faded like a tide. He raised his hand, pressed down on the bamboo hat, The voice said indifferently: "Please, Miss Shen, come with me."

"Go back, A Fei." Shen Qi let out a breath, raised her hand and rubbed the hair of the boy beside her, "You have done enough for me."

Ah Fei lowered his eyes, raised his hand to straighten his messy hair, and let out an 'hmm'.

Seeing the woman beside him follow Jing Wuming away without hesitation, Ah Fei suppressed the inexplicable emotions in his heart, turned around, pursed his lips tightly, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

The touch when the hair was stroked just now was a little strange.

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