Chapter 1660

In a trance, Zhao Qiang returned to reality, but the smiling faces of those people in his mind still stayed in front of him, just as they would leave their dreams and return to reality at any time.

"Ah, who am I, why, I have such a dream, and who is my father?" Zhao Qiang cried painfully, his vision gradually blurred, and all those scenes that could not be forgotten came into his eyes.

Zhao Qiang struggled, but accidentally affected his injury, spewing out a mouthful of blood, which was particularly conspicuous on the wall of the ancient temple, as dazzling as a beautiful blood peony, but so shocking.

The cold moonlight sprayed on the ground. Zhao Qiang beat his forehead with the water in the kettle, which gradually woke up.

"Where am I?" the ancient temple was so deserted that Zhao Qiang was afraid: "when did I escape here?"

Trying to recall, Zhao Qiang's look suddenly changed, remembered the ferocious appearance of the ghost Messenger, and a cold sweat could not help flowing down his temples.

"No, I have to get out of here quickly." as soon as his look changed, Zhao Qiang propped up his body and walked out of the ancient temple slowly.

A few minutes later, the ghost messenger came here. Looking at the blood on the ground, he couldn't help sketching a sneer at the corners of his mouth.

Then he turned and said to his men, "this is the blood in his heart. If there were no major worries, there would be no such blood."

"Those who are proficient in mind reading can read what the bleeding master thinks from such blood." the ghost messenger proudly looked at his dull face and deliberately paused for a few seconds.

"Unfortunately, I'm one of them."

The men cheered, and the ghost messenger turned around, picked up a little blood with his fingertips, looked at him in a daze, and there were ripples shooting from his eyes and falling on the blood.

"It's hard to read your mind!"

A few minutes later, the ghost messenger slowly raised his head, flashed a light of yin and evil in his eyes, and the sneer at the corners of his mouth made people cold.

"Boss, how's it going?" one of his men asked tentatively.

"How's it going? Very good!" the ghost messenger slowly got up: "I think of a way to let him fall into the net..."

At this time, outside the trees, Zhao Qiang walked faster and faster. It seemed that there was a heat flow in his body, slowly repairing his body.

It seems that after a while, I can fully recover.

Far away, a town appeared in front. Zhao Qiang ran into the town as soon as he was pardoned.

The ghost messenger must not dare to do it here. Zhao Qiang was relieved and walked slowly in the street. After a while, he walked to the other side of the town.

Thinking it would be more appropriate to have a rest here, so as to cope with the subsequent pursuit, Zhao Qiang walked into a pub, ordered a cup of sake and drank it slowly.

At this time, a strong man came over and said to Zhao Qiang, "young Xia, I think you have excellent martial arts and jade trees facing the wind. You must be a dragon and Phoenix among people."

Zhao Qiang interrupted him: "what are you trying to say?"

The strong man smiled mysteriously: "young master is indeed a straightforward man. It's important. Please come here and let's talk in detail."

Zhao Qiang had a bad feeling and said, "just say it here."

Seeing Zhao Qiang's repeated insistence, the strong man didn't say much. He rubbed his hands, lowered his voice and said, "I don't know if you know the capital of heaven."

Hearing this, Zhao Qiang was shocked by thunder, but he soon recovered his composure, shook his head and said, "I don't know, what the hell is that?"

The strong man's eyes flashed slightly and was captured by Zhao Qiang.

The strong man was not angry and continued: "the capital of heaven is a mysterious place in the cultivation world. It is said that there are countless secrets in it. Recently, I heard that the capital of heaven is in the woods in the south. I think you have excellent martial arts. Why don't you form a team with me and my companions to explore?"

Zhao Qiang shook his head calmly: "I'm not interested in this so-called capital of the heaven. If you want to go, go yourself."

The strong man shook his head regretfully: "let's meet again next time. Remember, the capital of that day was in the woods in the south, by a dark green pool."

Looking at the figure of the strong man leaving, Zhao Qiang suppressed his ready mood and couldn't help wondering.

"Since the capital of that day is such a mysterious place, why did you tell me his location? Besides, I deliberately lowered my breath. I feel that I should be a weak and incompetent person. Why do you say I have high martial arts?"

There must be something strange in it!

Zhao Qiang shrugged and felt that his injury had gradually improved. He drank the sake and put some money on the table.

About half an hour later, in a deep alley.

The strong man looked around and saw no one around. He took out a bag of money from his arms happily and kissed happily. He saw that Zhao Qiang had goose bumps behind him.

"Hey, hey, this ghost messenger is really generous. He gave me so much money. He deserves to be so famous."

He muttered to himself, "I don't know what the boy is. He paid so much money to deal with him and planted such a dangerous array in the woods."

Zhao Qiang shook his head secretly. The ghost messenger was up to this level. He found such a fool to deceive him.

"I heard they killed the boy and wanted the boy's skill. I don't know if I can take a share."

Zhao Qiang suddenly showed his fierce light and couldn't suppress his Qi and blood. He suddenly pulled out the sword, grabbed the tip of the sword and threw it suddenly. The hilt flew out. Suddenly, the hilt directly hit the back of the strong man's brain. He snorted and fainted to the ground.

Zhao Qiang shook his head, took out the kettle and sprinkled it on the strong man's face. The strong man suddenly woke up and saw Zhao Qiang stepping on his chest with a single foot and pointing his sword at his neck.

"What are you doing? Do you know who I am?" the strong man said in surprise.

"Don't know, don't want to know, tell me, where is the ghost messenger!"

"Boy, don't be too crazy. Do you know who the ghost messenger is?"

Zhao Qiang shook his head and stabbed the sword into the strong man's calf.

"Ah ah!" the strong man's cry rang through the sky, cold sweat, and his body trembled slightly.

"I don't want to repeat," said Zhao Qiang coldly.

"You... Think beautifully."

Zhao Qiang sighed and directly cut off one of the strong man's little fingers: "if you don't say it again, I'll cut off your limbs one by one."

The strong man trembled and said, "he's on the edge of the forest in the East. You can see it when you walk around."

Zhao Qiang took a deep breath and inserted the knife into the strong man's chest.

The strong man's eyes widened, and the blood overflowed from his chest.

Zhao Qiang pulled out his sword and turned to walk.

I don't know how long later, when Zhao Qiang walked out of the city gate, a scream came out of the city.

"Kill!"