The sky is getting darker and the cold wind is howling.

Fu Jingtao walked out of the gate of the Medicine Demon Palace alone.

The Scorpion City is located in the deep mountains and ridges, especially in the middle of winter, the temperature drops sharply, and no one wants to step out of the city to suffer. In this small isolated place, the disciples of the Demon Sect can only use spirits, women and gambling.

Come to numb yourself, and even some crazy and irritable demons, gain satisfaction by massacring slaves. As the lights lit up on both sides of the street, groups of disciples of the Demon Sect hugged each other and entered the tavern, casino or tiles.

The party, the sound of silk and bamboo, laughter and scolding, and the noise were mixed, spreading from afar.

This is a city of darkness and a city of chaos.

In the shadows that cannot be illuminated by the lights, there is a bloody and gloomy atmosphere, as if countless hideous and terrifying monsters lurking - they are hungry and eager to devour human lives!

Fu Jingtao looked around, listening to the laughter and noise coming from the tavern, thinking of Hu Zhiping who died tragically during the day, he couldn't help but feel sad. He walked and stopped, and was convinced that no one was following him and monitored him, and quietly turned into a cold silence.

alley.

The alley is deserted, with countless garbage and filth piled up at the walls. From time to time, white bones can be seen exposed to the air, and a nauseating smell of rotten smell is always smelled at the end of the nose. When you walk to the end of the alley, you will see the edge of the town.

Ranges of simple shacks are built randomly, small and tattered, and are even worse than pigpens, and can only barely cover the wind and snow.

Fu Jingtao's appearance was like a stone falling on the calm lake. A whisper sounded in the shack, and cold eyes were projected from the gaps, either cold, hideous, hatred, or angry, and measured.

Take this uninvited guest.

"Crack, click", a few faint lights lit up, seven or eight broken hands and feet, and disabled men appeared one after another. Although they looked haggard, their eyes were still cold, and they stood straight in the cold wind.

It is like a group of lions and tigers whose lifespan is about to end, trying to maintain their last dignity in front of the evil wolf, and they are unwilling to bow their heads and surrender even when they are approaching death.

A tall and thin man with a broken right leg and a crutch came forward and said coldly: "What are you going to play tonight? Yu follows you, don't make things difficult for others."

Fu Jingtao clasped his fists and said, "Senior, don't misunderstand it! Yang Tao is from the White Dao Martial Arts of the Central Plains, and is not under the Heavenly Demon Sect."

Everyone was stunned. If this young man had not lie, then why could he move freely?

The man with a crutch sneered, "Look at your bright clothes, do you recognize the thief as your father?"

Fu Jingtao sighed: "Hu Zhiping's stealing of food was exposed. In order to keep the secret, he committed suicide today. I don't know who has a secret contact with him. Please tell me a message. The wind has been very loud in the past two days, so I don't care.

You have to restrain yourself from doing anything. If you are accidentally targeted by the people from the Medicine Demon Mansion, you may be in a disaster."

The man with a crutch frowned and said, "Hu Zhiping? We have never heard of this name. If Yu is not bad as expected, you are from the Medicine Demon Mansion, right? Haha, do you want to test us with this? Childish!

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Fu Jingtao knew that the other party was too cautious and did not waste too much explanation. He said lightly: "The road is far away and the horse is powerful and the people are in love with each passing day. Goodbye!"

The man with a crutch flashed his eyes and shouted, "Tell me honestly, are you a disciple of the Demon Sect?!" His figure shook, and the cold wind sounded, and the crutch in his hand turned into a miserable dragon, and he swept across the thousands of troops to look for the mercenaries.

Jingtao swept away from his waist.

Huh! Fu Jingtao slid his feet and followed the slanted step to grab it. His right fist was like a hammer and hit the opponent's key point in the face. Whether it is the timing of dodging, the angle and speed of the punch, it is hard to pick.

Something went wrong.

The audience was shocked and couldn't help but widen their eyes, but with their experience, they could not see the young man's martial arts skills - could he reach the state of great skill and clumsy at a young age.

?!

The man with a crutch felt the strongest, and a great sense of crisis surged in his heart. If he couldn't resist it, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die! His body flashed rapidly, and the crutch suddenly turned from sharp to agile.

The sharp trembled and snarled at Fu Jingtao's big acupoint on his right shoulder. The thick wooden stick actually exuded the charm of swordsmanship.

Fu Jingtao's eyelids twitched and he almost blurted out - this is the "Three Sends of Qingfeng" in the Xuanyuan Gate's Sword Technique! He immediately turned into a palm, and brushed at the end of the crutch, and flew more than a foot. He was leaning on it.

The man with a crutch was even more polite. He swung the stick and slashed it in a series of times, and his internal strength was revealed, and his moves were sharp, so he had already used very much ability.

The sticks are full of shadows, the remaining snow is splashing, and danger is everywhere.

But Fu Jingtao seemed to have seen every change in his opponent in advance, and there was no sign of panic.

The man with a crutch attacked him so hard that his forehead was sweating. He had to calm down and stood firm and panted, "If I could eat enough, I would definitely pierce a few holes in you!"

Fu Jingtao looked at the uncle of the same sect who was holding on to the store and felt sad, and whispered: "Young people are indeed not from the Demon Sect. Please ask your seniors to take a closer look!"

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads slightly. Even if they were knowledgeable, they could not identify the root of Fu Jingtao's martial arts in a short time. You should know that Fu Jingtao's body skills, techniques, and footwork combine the strengths of each school.

When the enemy changes, it is no longer limited to the move framework of a certain sect.

The man with a crutch said mockingly, "A bunch of blind trash people! The surname Yang, don't go around, what do you want from us?"

Fu Jingtao looked around the crowd with a cold expression and said slowly: "Simple, everyone will work together to kill this damn Scorpion City and return to the Central Plains!"

No one showed an excited expression, and no one answered this.

There was deathly silence around.

Everyone looked at Fu Jingtao like an idiot - this guy was crazy? Did he know how strong the defense power of Scorpion City is? Even if thousands of slaves in the city riot together, they would flee.

But the end of being slaughtered!

Unless you join the Heavenly Demon Sect, no one can think of living away from the Demon Scorpion City.

This is an iron rule dyed red by thousands of lives - anyone who wants to break this iron rule will die without a place to bury it.

Fu Jingtao smiled and said, "Why, are you afraid? Life is just a few decades, either as light as a feather or as heavy as a mountain of Tai. Even if the sword is added to the neck, it will be too big to die!"

The man with a crutch shook his head and said, "It would be stupid to do it even though he knew he would die! You go, we want to live a few more years!"

Everyone lowered their heads, hunched over, and then scattered in a rustling manner, leaving only a lonely figure of Fu Jingtao.
Chapter completed!