Xu Yilin did not come out to see him off in person, but stood on the roof of the Xu family's inner courtyard and looked at Liu Wuxie's back.

"Child, you have grown up. You have to walk the road ahead by yourself." After saying that, two tears fell from the corner of Xu Yilin's eyes.

This big man rarely shows such a fragile side in front of outsiders.

When Xu Lingxue left, he acted very calmly. Why did Liu Wuxie leave? He felt as if he had lost something in his heart and was in a low mood.

"Young Master Liu, wait!"

After passing through two streets, a familiar voice came from behind.

Lei Tao ran over quickly, holding a porcelain bottle in his hand, panting exhausted.

"Fortunately, it was not late. This was what the Pavilion Master asked me to give you. He refined it for several days in a row and finally refined ten golden spirit pills. You can take these for you to take in case you don't need it." After that, he handed the porcelain bottle to Liu Wuxie.

Although the ten golden spirit pills do not appear, they are round and each one represents Bi Gongyu's hard work.

During these five days, Bi Gongyu worked hard to refine pills, especially the Golden Spirit Pill. He tried more than a dozen times and finally found the trick.

"Thank you for me!" Liu Wuxie was not polite either. He put away the porcelain bottle, hugged Lei Tao with his fists, and rushed towards the city gate.

Passing through the city gate and facing the rising sun, Liu Wuxie strode forward.

What is waiting for him ahead?

...

One day later!

In an unknown town, Liu Wuxie found a restaurant and walked in. After rushing for a day, he was really thirsty and hungry.

Liu Wuxie didn’t know whether the Xue family would set up an ambush on the road, so it would be better to be careful. All the way along the way was official roads and they rarely rushed to the road at night.

Before Liu Wuxie sat down, the waiter ran up and said, "Celebrity, what do you want?" The waiter was very enthusiastic, with a white towel on his left shoulder, covered with oil.

The town is not big, there is only this restaurant. Liu Wuxie has no other choice. As long as he can eat enough, he doesn't care too much.

"Just pick a few simple ones for me to get up, I still have to hurry up!"

After saying that, I sat down, and everything I had with me was placed in the storage bag.

The waiter was busy, and Liu Wuxie's eyes looked around.

It is said to be a restaurant, but in fact there is only one room with four or five tables.

On the table to his right, there was a man and a woman, like a couple, who were not young anymore. The man complained to the woman, saying that she was walking too slowly, while the woman was crying.

On the left are three ordinary people, looking like farmers, and beside them there is a gesture of planting crops.

At the table behind, there was a young man sitting, dressed cleanly, looking like he was on the road, but not very similar because his shoes were very clean.

With such a strange scene, the farmer talked about the harvest this year, while the couple were muttering.

Not long after.

Xiao Er held the plate and brought three stir-fry dishes, which were hot, and a pot of wine and a bowl of soft, delicious and fragrant rice made of spiritual rice. It was placed in front of Liu Wuxie, making people feel appetizing.

This is not ordinary rice, but spiritual rice, which is watered with spiritual rain. It contains extremely strong spirituality. If a monk eats it, it can not only strengthen his body, but also prolong his life.

"Please use it slowly, young master!" After putting down the food, the waiter quickly stepped down.

Picking up the wine cup, pouring it gently, picking up the cup on the table, and admiring the wine that was about to overflow, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Liu Wuxie's mouth.

Strangely, the moment Liu Wuxie picked up the wine glass, the restaurant suddenly calmed down. The middle-aged couple stopped complaining, and the farmer stopped chatting, and the young man in white behind him moved his shoulders slightly.

These cannot escape Liu Wuxie's eyes and ears, and each of them can see the expressions.

The wine glass was placed beside my mouth and I couldn't drink it for a long time.

The three farmers on the left seemed a little impatient and continued to chat, a little distorted, and were perfunctory to the other party.

The middle-aged couple on the right began to complain about each other again, just some trivial matters.

The young man in white behind him suddenly hangs down his right hand and puts it on the side of the back. Liu Wuxie couldn't see the specific situation, and he could still judge it with a gentle movement of his shoulder.

He picked up the wine glass and sipped it all in one go.

"Good wine!" Put down the wine glass and shouted loudly.

"Okay, Liu Wuxie, you finally fell into our hands!"

The middle-aged couple on the right rushed up with a whoosh, pulled out two long knives from under the table, and headed straight for Liu Wuxie, but did not take action.

Standing three meters away from Liu Wuxie, the long knife in his hand emitted a bright luster, which was a little dazzling under the sunlight.

"Don't stand there, let's stand up together!" Liu Wuxie gently put down his wine glass, and said to the three farmers on the left and the young man in white behind him.

Tell them to stop pretending, and stand up quickly.

"How do you know we are in the same group!" The three farmers stood up, their expressions on their faces looked very ferocious.

From the dealer's hand-in-hand, we pulled out all kinds of strange weapons and guarded the exit so that we could avoid being escaped by Liu Wuxie.

The young man in white behind him slowly stood up and pulled out a three-foot green breeze from under the table. Not everyone owns the storage bag, and many times, things still need to be carried with him.

"Are you from the Xue family or from the City Lord's Mansion?" Liu Wuxie swept around and his eyes fell on the middle-aged couple.

The two of them are the leaders, the strongest and the oldest.

"Boy, go and ask when you get to the underworld. You don't have a chance to know." The middle-aged man said sinisterly, with a cruel smile on his lips.

The three farmers laughed together, and the young man in white behind him was expressionless.

They approached step by step with weapons in their hands, and they did not dare to act rashly, as if they were waiting for something.

"You think this little poison can kill me, so you underestimate me too much." Liu Wuxie picked up the wine glass, looking harmless, and his face was filled with smiles.

The middle-aged couple's smile suddenly stopped, and their expressions were a little stiff. How did Liu Wuxie know that the wine was poisonous?

Not only is it poisonous in the wine, but it is also poisonous in the vegetables, and spiritual rice is also poisonous. Every one is poisoned. Whether Liu Wuxie drinks alcohol or eats vegetables, he will be poisoned.

"You...how did you know that the wine is poisonous!" The middle-aged man was a little nervous.

They knew very well that Liu Wuxie's skills were difficult to kill Liu Wuxie with the strength of a few of them alone, and they could only be poisoned.

The three farmers pinched the weapons in their hands, and the expression on their faces was a little unnatural.

"Don't worry, this is my carefully prepared dispersal liquid. Even if I swallow it in the Spirit Washing Realm, I will lose all my strength without leaving the cup of tea." The young man in white behind me said coldly.

The name sounds quite intimidating. As for the effect, it is unknown yet, and it is not time to have a cup of tea.

Liu Wuxie was still pouring himself and drinking it. He picked up a piece of cooked meat and put it in his mouth. He ate it with relish and didn't even mean to stand up.

The six of them were just guarding around.

The waiter stood in the distance, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, waiting for an opportunity to move.

After drinking and eating, Liu Wuxie patted his stomach and burped it, and then he stood up lazily.

"Bai Yun, what's going on?" the middle-aged man asked the young man in white.

It’s been a cup of tea. Liu Wuxie didn’t seem to have changed much, but he was still alive and life-like. Things are a bit weird.

"He is pretending to be fine, deliberately pretending to be fine. If we want to get away with it, we must not take it lightly." The young man named Bai Yun thought that Liu Wuxie had become the last of his strength.

I deliberately pretended to be fine, and my true energy had long dissipated.

In the wine and food, he had a bottle of dispersed medicine. Even a demon beast in the Washing Spirit Realm should fall down at this time.

"What are you still standing there? If you don't take action, I'm leaving!"

Liu Wuxie was too lazy to talk nonsense to them, so he took action when it was time to do so.

After saying that, he really walked outside, and three farmers immediately stopped Liu Wuxie and stopped him from leaving.

"Lao Liu, take action and try whether his true energy has dissipated!" the middle-aged man ordered.

The man who asked Lao Liu to come out, held a sickle for chopping wood in his hand, pulled it out from behind, and slashed it hard at Liu Wuxie's head.

If this is hit, the head will not fall off and the neck will be cut.

The momentum of thunder is thunder, and it does not give Liu Wuxie a chance to counterattack.

A warrior loses his true energy, which is no different from an ordinary person. Even in the acquired realm, he can easily kill Liu Wuxie.

The sickle made a rapid sound of breaking through the air, and it arrived in the blink of an eye.

Lao Liu is not low in strength, but when he reaches the fifth level of the Lingxi Realm, he is also one of the best masters when he is placed in Canglan City.

If the Xue family wants to kill him, it is impossible for him to send a powerful person in the Xiling Realm. At least he is a powerful person in the Xiling Realm.

So Liu Wuxie speculated that these people were not sent by the Xue family, but the enemy who wanted to kill him.

Who it is, I don't know yet.

As he got closer, Liu Wuxie felt a biting chill and still stood there without moving.

A smile finally appeared on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth. It was certain that Liu Wuxie's true energy disappeared, and he looked like he was just now, and he was indeed pretending.

The young man in white behind him put away his three-foot green breeze. It was not his turn to take action. Liu Wuxie would soon die under the sickle.

The sickle expanded slightly in Liu Wuxie's eyes, and his pupils suddenly shrank, and his right hand pressed on the storage bag.

A terrifying cold light burst out from the storage bag.
To be continued...