The wind is strong, the horse's hooves are fast.

It is said that people who lower their heads and do not look at the road on the streets do not know how many people will be killed every year...

It was a while since I said that, I rolled to the side hard, and I hit the vegetable stall and knocked over two large baskets of Qinglouye.

Wow...

With a long neigh, the fast horse rushed out of the city without stopping.

But he heard a long sigh: "The black wind is fast, something is going to happen."

"Black Wind Quick Horse? Is it from the Black Wind Gang?" I turned my head and saw that it was a little old man with a smile on his face.

"Little beggar..." the old man said with a smile, "I'll buy it after touching it."

"You called me a little beggar, how can you buy it?" I opened the vegetable leaves on my face and said angrily.

"I believe you have something." The old man raised the shoulder pole in his hand happily.

"Isn't it old..."

I was about to have an attack when a piece of paper suddenly popped up in front of me.

Isn't this a manual? Why did you come here?

It is obvious that this manual is like the peerless martial arts, and it is something that only I can see.

It says-

Character name: Happy old man

Character Relationship: Strange

Character weapon: flat pole

Character cultivation: Practice makes mistakes

...

Practice makes perfect?

I know nothing, I have just learned it for a while, I have a little insight into the way, I have a little experience, and I have achieved some success, and practice makes me successful...

After calculating with my fingers, my heart gradually became lowered - I should be "beginners and first-hand training", but I am several levels worse than this old man.

"Yes, rich." I quickly took out my deer skin bag, took out a few pieces of dog-tooth silver and handed it over.

"It's just Lou Yezi, it's not worth so much." When the old man saw Yinzi, he smiled and only took one.

Looking at the instruction manual again, the relationship between characters has become ‘familiar’.

This is too fast to ripen!

"It turns out that it's a master among the people..." I wiped my sweat and got up and wanted to leave.

"Wait!" the old man called me.

"I don't want that dish anymore, so I'll leave you to make soup." I didn't look back.

"No, your head is exposed." said the old man.

"Head?" I looked down and saw that no 'head' was revealed?

"Bag." The old man mentioned.

I suddenly realized, let go of the rag bag on my shoulder, and found that the handle of the ghost-headed sword was exposed.

On the hilt of the knife, there was a ghost head with green face and fangs.

"It seems that many of the people from the Black Wind Gang have such 'heads'." The old man said softly, bent down to clean up the overturned basket.

The speaker may be unintentional, but the listener is intentional - I felt a thump in my heart and I was shocked and I was sweating all over my body.

Yes, the ghost-headed sword and the black wind secret book are all iron evidence of crime; in addition, the county is where the Black Wind Gang is located, and there are so many big men who have seen my face on their territory. What if they are recognized?

Oops! Oops! Oops! Oops!

I glanced around and seemed to be countless eyes staring at me...

It's not good, I have to go quickly.

There was a small alley next to me, and I rushed in with a slight slam.

The alley was quiet, but no one was walking in broad daylight, making it look particularly deserted.

Tat... Tat...

Although the steps are light, the echoes are loud. Every time I hit my fragile little heart - this is how people are. When they don't care, there is nothing to do; once there is a ghost in my heart, I think it is a corpse and turtle when I encounter a cockroach.

Why do you feel like someone is following me?

It's okay, don't scare yourself...

A figure flashed in front of me, blocking my way.

I turn around.

A figure flashed from behind, just blocking my retreat.

"You guys come here to pee too? Let's go together." I walked to the wall with a dry smile, made a fake move to take off my pants, and then poked the bamboo pole to the ground, jumped high with the elasticity of the pole shaft, and jumped up while stepping on the wall.

"Oh, it's quite flexible." One person laughed.

I felt my throat tightening, my back had been grabbed and I fell to the ground.

After falling to the ground, I did not fall into slumber, but instead arched my body, took advantage of the situation to turn around and distance myself from the enemy.

"I'll tell you, this kid is indeed not simple." The other man snorted coldly.

Two people blocked me in the alley, one in front and one behind.

Looking forward, it was a 17-year-old hooligan.

"Hello, hello."

Looking back, it was still this seventeen-year-old hooligan.

"Hello...why are you still?"

I looked in front and back, yes, it was him.

Dazzled?

"Have you seen twins before?" said the cold-faced gangster.

"Don't scare others." The smiling gangster said to me, "Little brother, we two have no other meaning, we just borrow something from you."

"Do you borrow this?" I took out my deer skin bag and swayed in the air.

Seeing their glowing eyes, I knew I was right.

Too careless! It must have been targeted at the grocery shopping stall.

"Above the way, brother." The smiling little hooligan coughed lightly and reached out to take it.

"I misunderstood your heart!" I suddenly turned forward, my toes lightly picked up, and the bamboo pole swirled and landed in my hand, posing in a 'wind-like' posture.

Don't be shocked, just do it!

The Thirteenth Style of Black Wind is also time to come in handy.

Why?

Because the instructions are clearly written:

Character name: Little hooligan

Character Relationship: Hostile

Character Weapon: Short Stick

Character cultivation: I don't know anything

Don't know anything!

I am a "first-to-be" person after all, how can I defeat you two scumbags?

The bamboo pole shouted at him.

The smiling little hooligan raised his short stick to block it. The bamboo pole was very tough, and he turned around and threw it on his arm, making a clear snap.

He retreated in pain.

Immediately afterwards, I turned around and swayed, and the bamboo pole was lifted from bottom to top, which was a move of "shocking the clouds on the ground".

The cold-faced hooligan was caught off guard and was poked into his nostril by the end of the bamboo pole. He suddenly felt blood flowing and retreated.

After only one meeting, both enemies were defeated by me.

I stood up slowly, even my waist was straightened a little.

It's so satisfying!

but……
To be continued...