C45

A few days later, when Qi Xing entered the city again, he was having lunch in a hotel. Hearing the words of the others, Qi Xing was extremely angry. After a while, he let out a long sigh. "Forget it …"

It turned out that just a few days ago, Qi Xing had heard about the Night Pearl. It was said that a young man with extraordinary bearing had sold a treasure, the Night Illumination Pearl, to the Treasure House of the King's Cry a few days ago. Wang Huo only used three thousand and five hundred liang of silver to buy it. The next day, he took it to the auction house and actually auctioned it off for six thousand and six hundred liang of silver! "This is a huge profit!

Qi Xing is not in a good mood, indeed. No matter who it was, they were not in a good mood. Let him go, but Qi Xing was willing to go, and no one else was willing to. Now, someone offered a bounty of one hundred taels for the reward of one star each. Just as Qi Xing was about to leave after eating, someone in the restaurant suddenly shouted, "Hey, do you guys think he looks like the young man from the painting?" These words attracted the attention of the customers within the restaurant.

"It's, it's too similar." "The customers in the restaurant muttered in contrast." "Ah, don't let him get away!" When Qi Xing walked out of the restaurant, someone suddenly shouted.

The restaurant buzzed like a pot exploding. Suddenly, people swarmed out and rushed out. They were the first few warriors to rush out. As soon as he saw Qi Xing running along the road, he immediately confirmed that Qi Xing was that young man. Without thinking, they all activated their movement techniques and rushed towards Qi Xing. A hundred silver taels, in the eyes of ordinary people, was a windfall, and not a small windfall at that. In the eyes of ordinary people, being able to earn three silver taels a month was already a very good job. And in the hands of some low level martial artists, a hundred silver coins wasn't a small amount. A hundred liang would require them to take several darts... Who was willing to let them go?

Although Qi Xing had cultivated his internal energy, he could not use it. His running speed was just like an ordinary person's. As for his swordsmanship training, Qi Xing could only smile and joke around. After all, he had been practicing for a few days and the other party had been competing with him. Was he courting death? No matter what, Qi Xing could only run for his life into the mountains.

Brat, you won't be able to escape. Obediently come with me to receive my rewards!" A middle-aged man with a wretched appearance laughed. The middle-aged man stood in front of Qi Xing and chuckled. The way he looked at Qi Xing was as if he was a cat catching a mouse, full of playfulness. It was like looking at a prey that was about to be caught!

"In your dreams!" Shua! Since they had no other choice, they could only draw their swords! He used the fastest speed he could muster to stab the middle-aged man in the heart.

The middle-aged man was surprised, but when he saw Qi Xing's sword, he could not help but sneer. "This is your sword technique? "Haha, I'm dying of laughter. Slow, too slow." The middle-aged man easily dodged Qi Xing's sword as he taunted him.

Being provoked by the middle-aged man, Qi Xing swung his sword behind his back. The middle-aged man shook his head and said with disdain, "Kid, let me show you what a sword technique really is."

Qiang, unsheathe your sword! The clanging sound of the sword shook the entire Star River Association. The sound of the sword alone was enough to cause their faces to change, and the pressure on them to increase dramatically. The middle-aged man thrust his sword towards Qi Xing, but Qi Xing only felt a blur in front of him, and the middle-aged man's blade was nowhere to be seen. There was only one sword, and it raised its hand to block. Qi Xing, on the other hand, did not move. His eyes were wide open in shock. All the hairs on his body stood on end. At this moment, his heart was beating rapidly. Feeling the chill on his neck, Qi Xing did not dare to make the slightest movement. It was too fast! Qi Xing hadn't been able to clearly see when the middle-aged man's sword had come to his neck.

Just as they were shocked, another group of people appeared behind them, ordinary people, martial artists, curious people … The middle-aged man paused for a moment, his brows tightly knitted together. "Trouble is, everyone wants a piece of the cake...

"Wang Erpi, quickly hand over this brat. Otherwise, we, the Three Heroes of the Heavy Sword, will not show mercy!" Three young men stepped out, each holding a broadsword in their hands. A heavy, imposing aura gushed out of their bodies, causing their bodies to tremble.