C47

Just as the booth owner was in a daze, the booth owner saw a group of people swarming over in a grandiose manner. With his sharp eyes, the stall owner immediately recognized that this group of people were martial artists. He forcefully swallowed the words that he was about to claim. He could only curse silently. What bad luck.

Amongst everyone, a youth frowned. This kid was too slippery. With one leg, he leaped into the air and did a somersault, leaping three feet into the air. As he landed in front of Qi Xing, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, startling him. Seeing a smiling young man looking at him, Qi Xing's heart trembled. "Without slowing down, Qi Xing spotted a gap on the side and rushed in without hesitation.

The young man's expression immediately changed, and without saying anything further, the young man gave chase. When the people behind Qi Xing saw the youth jump in front of Qi Xing, they thought that the situation had already been settled. Who knew that this kid would run away again? He was anxious as he hurried to catch up. However, there was only one person who could pass through the gap. When everyone rushed to the crack, peng, peng, peng, peng, everyone bumped into each other.

"Bastard, you actually dared to hit me?" A fiery-tempered martial artist shouted.

"So what if I hit you? "You're back at me." The other martial artist rebutted him without a trace of politeness.

"Aiyo, you brat, your tone is so aggressive." "What do you mean you dare to contradict your grandfather? Do you want to die?" The hot-tempered martial artist said in a strange tone.

"I'm not afraid of you!" An inexplicable battle had thus occurred. Most of the people in the martial arts world fought without a word, whether it was right or wrong. In this way, Qi Xing had indeed lost a lot of martial artists. At least, there was only one young martial artist chasing after him.

The running star was out of breath, breathing heavily, like a windmill. Although his steps were heavy, Qi Xing didn't dare to relax. The young man behind him saw that he was about to catch up. Qi Xing arrived at a fork in the road, but his mind was thinking, if this goes on, he would definitely be caught. There was no way he could escape. Qi Xing suddenly smelled a stench, the pigsty! Qi Xing's eyes lit up. He couldn't care less.

Bang, the young man's feet landed on the ground with a light thud. Seeing the fork in the road, his face changed and he stopped for a moment. He then chose a direction and chased after it. Moments after the young man left, the silhouette of Qi Xing appeared in the spot where the young man stood. Qi Xing chose another direction and ran.

With heavy panting sounds, Qi Xing arrived at the river bank and laid down. Qi Xing finally escaped. He heaved a sigh of relief, and his eyes turned cold. After a brief cleaning, he left in large strides.

Were people like this in the martial arts world? Tsing Xing was lying on the grass, looking up at the sky and thinking. Today, Qi Xing had personally experienced the 'terror' of warriors. In order to catch him, they chased him for dozens of streets. For the sake of that one hundred silver taels, he had to bear the consequences? There were also martial artists that would start fighting if there was a disagreement. Their swords were so fast, their sword techniques were so powerful. It seemed that what he had learned was not even worth carrying shoes for others. Could he be stronger than them? Today, Qi Xing lost all confidence after being frightened by Wang Er Ma's sword. It was as if a nightmare was lingering in Qi Xing's heart.

Can I really become an immortal? Immortal Ascension? Qi Xing was shocked. I am a person who wants to become Immortal, this little bit of sword technique is nothing! All of a sudden, they felt a strange sensation, as if some shackles had been broken. I am me, I'm the only one, what am I afraid of … Sword techniques?

With a swoosh, the thin sword in Qi Xing's hand thrust out, carrying an indomitable momentum as it tore through the air. This sword strike was more perfect than ever before! A flash of understanding appeared in their eyes. Indeed...

It's Mid-Autumn Festival, gentlemen, and I won't say much else. Happy Holidays!