Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

"For example, from the eighth-rank warrior to the top, it is to strengthen the five senses of the human body in turn, until the fourth-rank."

"Compared with ninth-rank warriors, eighth-rank warriors have more powerful eyesight, that is, vision."

"A seventh-rank martial artist has a more sensitive sense of smell."

"As for the sixth grade..." The gray-clothed old man looked at the city lord.

The city lord took over the words: "The sixth rank is the sense of taste, so after both the sense of smell and taste have improved, warriors above the sixth rank are already difficult to be poisoned, which is not bad."

The city lord, Guo Yan, is a rank-[-] warrior.

At his position, the strength of force is secondary, but the evolution of the sense of smell and taste can save him from being poisoned, so he is quite satisfied.

The old man in gray said, "Qiao Lin's body is indeed different from Qiao Mu's. There is also an inch difference in height. They are just brothers with similar looks."

The superhuman sensory ability also gave the gray-clothed old man great confidence, so he was the first among the people present to judge that the other party was not Centurion Qiao Mu.

When others took a quick look, they saw the similarities between Qiao Mu and Qiao Lin.

And he is aware of the subtle differences between two people through two sensory abilities.

"How is Qiao Lin's strength?" the city lord asked again.

"It's just ninth grade. It's nothing to worry about. The only thing worthy of praise is that spear skills have already entered the room, and they are quite accomplished." The gray-clothed old man said.

"What is his spear skill?" The city lord frowned slightly.

Qiao Lin arrived just after Qiao Mu died, which made him suspect that Qiao Mu, who claimed to be a commoner, might be from a certain rich family, which is why he was so well informed. In that case, he would have to reconsider how to deal with this matter.

The old man in gray hesitated for a moment:

"It seems to be... military spear skills on the battlefield? Maybe he also joined the army?"

"Oh, that's really nothing to worry about." Guo Yan immediately felt relieved.

He is already injured now, and the emperor is coming soon, there are more things to deal with, and he doesn't have the energy to take care of such trivial matters.

Having said that, Guo Yan turned to look at his own son.

"This time..."

Mr. Guo shrank his neck subconsciously, but then he heard Guo Yan say:

"You are doing well."

The gray-clothed old man and Mr. Guo were slightly startled.

Only the city lord said lightly:

"The son of a thousand gold can't sit still. After what happened on the long street, it seems that you have more or less understood when to be cowardly and when to run."

"If this Qiao Lin is a desperado like Qiao Mu, he should really leave as soon as possible and not confront him head-on."

"As long as there is life, it will be easy to deal with him later."

The old man in gray next to him twitched his eyes, never expecting to hear such a statement.

"Until this matter is over, you stay in the mansion and don't go out." Guo Yan then turned to look at the gray-clothed old man:

"Since you killed a young one and provoked an old one, you should be more agile this time."

"Cut the grass without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze will regenerate. I don't need to explain this kind of truth?"

"Ninth-rank warriors whose qi and blood have not reached the peak, only spear skills can still enter the room. According to common sense, sending a few eighth-rank warriors is enough to crush them." City lord Guo Yan pondered for a moment, and said:

"But to be on the safe side, you should go there and be sure."

"...Okay." The old man in gray nodded.

He had already fought Qiao Mu at Qiao Canxue's house, and he had clearly gained the upper hand.

If it wasn't for the city lord behind him running so fast that he almost spit out his old gulp, he could have settled this trivial matter by himself.

However, it is not too late.

..................

In the deep alley of the outer city, Qiao Canxue's home.

Qiao Mu finished drinking the broth and put down the soup bowl.

"Head...Brother Joe." Lao Huang stopped retching and finally stood up straight. Fox asked:

"You said that Mr. Guo really lied to us with evil intentions?"

While speaking, Lao Huang couldn't help but glance at the coffin parked beside him.

Inside the coffin was Qiao Mu's corpse. If you want to see if the chivalrous gall soup is genuine, you just need to open the coffin for an autopsy.

but....

"Of course it's a lie." Seeing Lao Huang's gaze, Qiao Mu said firmly:

"My brother died tragically and his body is incomplete, so don't bother him anymore."

As he said that, he took a step forward and closed his coffin tightly again.

At this point, he was relieved.

In fact, he doesn't know what the so-called heroic gall soup is, and whether it is what Mr. Guo said, and it's hard for him to say.

Rushing to finish the remaining soup, one is to eliminate the evidence, and the other is to see that Huang is about to vomit. The act of drinking the soup is just to stabilize Lao Huang and prevent him from having a psychological shadow.

Even if you take [-] steps back, that thing is the real thing...

Arbors reap their own fruits, and they will not be too aggressive.

The main reason is that after time travel, in order to explore the power of immortality, he has died many times, and he has done everything with bare hands, so he is afraid of a bowl of broth that is sold and produced by himself?

As for the truth... Qiao Mu didn't want to know either.

Just let the truth rot in your stomach like this.

He turned around and was about to speak, but he suddenly turned around and saw Qiao Canxue standing close behind him, looking up as if sniffing something.

What a slut... Qiao Mu was shocked.

When I was 20 years old, we were still in a pure transactional relationship. Now, at the age of 28, my body is so mature and attractive, so I can't hold back?

Chapter 33 Chapter 32 Girl, you are playing with fire

"Girl, please respect yourself." Qiao Mu said while leaning back tactically:

"Qiao is in his twenties this year, and there are thirteen concubines in his family, each with eighteen kinds of weapons and 36 types of weapons. You can't win."

Qiao Canxue was slightly taken aback, suspicion flashed across her face.

She actually understood... Qiao Mu took the opportunity to take two steps away and walked towards the old Huang, the monk and other sergeants.

"Joe...Brother Qiaolin." Lao Huang was a little stiff now, without the familiarity he used to have.

After all, the Qiao Lin he was facing, his brother died in front of them, or for them, which made them a little heavy.

Lao Huang thought for a while, and soon delivered a heavy money bag:

"Brother Qiao Lin, this is a pension issued by the government."

"Pension? My brother died just a day ago, how efficient is the government?" Qiao Mu frowned.

Before, he just suspected that the city lord wanted to deal with him, but there was no evidence.

But after going through these few things, how could he continue to be confused.

The castellan's family wanted his life, so how could they issue a pension so quickly.

That being the case, the pension obviously comes from another source...

Of course, Qiao Mu didn't have any grudge against Qian. The key is that the other person didn't die, not only didn't lose, and even became stronger because of it, so there was no need for this pension.

Money is a foreign object, if you don't bring it with you when you die, you will lose it after death and rebirth, so from Qiao Mu's point of view, it feels inferior to the iron crotch skill.

He thought about it and said:

"There is no need for this pension. I don't want the stinky money from the Yancheng government."

"If you are interested, you might as well do a small thing for me."

"After my younger brother Qiao Mu got into trouble, he sent me a letter to tell me about Yancheng. He said that the city lord Guo Yan had a good name, so he wouldn't die on the long street at that time, but he might die due to the city lord's revenge in the future. Now It appears to be so.”

"Tomorrow I will send my brother's body out of the city for burial, and please help spread the news."

"In this way, before tomorrow comes, the city lord will not rush to make a move before tomorrow."

Lao Huang and the others naturally did not refuse, they quickly agreed and turned to leave.

But before the monk left, he stuffed a thread-bound book into Qiao Lin's hands:

"Since you don't want a pension, then you need cheat books, right?" The wine and meat monk sighed:

"The former centurion, Qiao Mu, once told me that he would protect me in the battle against bandits, and if I can return to Yancheng, I will give him this secret book as a thank you gift."

"Qiao Mu Gaoyi once said that promises are worth more than life and death, and I can't do it. But now that he's dead, I can't hand over my cheat book to him."

"Brother Qiao Lin, you also practice martial arts, so you can take this cheat book to make up for my guilt."

You monk is obviously lying to me. The person I made an appointment with is Lao Huang. He just stood by and watched. You can lie... Qiao Mu didn’t refuse. Shirt".

Another classic hard work.

Qiao Mu readily accepted.

As long as a high-quality death is performed, then he can transform into a time management teacher, multi-purpose and practice a variety of martial arts and martial arts.

This hard work, of course, has to be cultivated.

After they left, there were only Qiao Mu and Qiao Canxue left in the courtyard, and the atmosphere was a little stagnant for a moment.

After all, at this time Qiao Mu was playing Qiao Lin, and the two had met for the first time.

"Miss Can Xue, I often hear my younger brother mentioning you... But time is running out, so I will stop talking about these gossips. There will be a battle between me and the city lord tomorrow. This is a matter for my brothers from the Qiao family. I hope you can leave this place as soon as possible." Yancheng, so as not to be affected as before."

There was no complete fight just now, mainly because both sides had concerns.

The gray-clothed old man wanted to protect the city lord's son, and Qiao Mu was similar.

But if he is alone, he can start to be reckless.

After a while of silence, Qiao Canxue spoke first:

"If you insist, I'll leave."

"But before that, I have one more important thing about Qiao Mu. There is a noodle shop at the entrance of the alley. Shall we go out to eat and talk?"

The two of them left the hut and walked out step by step through the deep alley.

Qiao Canxue has been walking side by side with Qiao Mu, about half a step to one step apart, closely following.

Arriving at the noodle shop, Qiao Mu subconsciously walked towards the corner, seeing Qiao Canxue next to him out of the corner of his eye, and then chose another quiet place to sit down.

Just as soon as she sat down, Qiao Canxue didn't choose the seat opposite, but sat next to him on a bench, and even sniffed closely with his nose.

"Girl, you are playing with fire." Qiao Mu said seriously:

"I, Qiao Lin, am twenty-eight this year. I have practiced iron crotch skills for many years. I am at the age of a wolf and a tiger. The thirteen concubines in my family have given birth to six children for me. Your body can't stand it. "

Qiao Canxue was silent again.

After a long time, Youyou said:

"Stop acting."

"If you are 28, then my sister will be 29."

"You are deliberately speaking strange things, trying to disturb my judgment. Although I can't see things, I have already seen through you."

Qiao Canxue said slowly:

"The smell on your body, the voice when you speak, the intonation at the end of every sentence, the pace of walking..."

"Moss often grows darkly in the gaps between the stone slabs in the deep alley, and when you step on it, there will be a small sound of water droplets splashing, but just now you stepped on the moss for eight out of ten steps."

"Qiao Mu often comes to this noodle restaurant, and he often chooses a quiet place in the corner to try to be quiet."

"These are all his habits."

"Of course there's the most important point... Intuition, right?" Speaking of this, Qiao Canxue pressed her hands on her closed eyelids, showing obvious hesitation and confusion.