Ten days later.

...

In the ancestral home, Lin Zhao was lying on the table of the huangli wooden table in the main hall, drawing talismans carefully. In the military talisman note left by the third senior brother, the two basic talismans are already familiar with each other, so Lin Zhao has already started to practice writing more complex talismans. The so-called talisman is similar to a talisman that can enhance his own courage and combat power. The structure of the talisman is very complicated, and the talisman has the strange shape of talisman, like two soldiers holding long spears facing each other.

The first Fighting Talisman was written five days ago. After Lin Zhao tried it once, the effect was average, but after the next five days of research and practice, the Fighting Talisman written by Lin Zhao became much more regular and was no longer so scattered. Just as he waved his big pen, the true energy in his body penetrated into the talisman with the force of his pen. A new Fighting Talisman was written!

"Lin Zhao!"

On the side, Zhang Liucheng squatted on the chair to observe and said, "Is this courageous talisman really useful?"

"Yeah, but it's not very useful."

Lin Zhao said: "I only use the simplest yellow paper, and cinnabar is the worst. Moreover, the artistic conception and heat of writing talismans are not enough, so this kind of courage talisman may only be a little useful, but it cannot be sold for a lot of money."

"oh……"

Zhang Liucheng was a little disappointed and said, "I thought you were really that powerful. There is nothing I can do about it. I'd better wait for me to become a sword immortal and you can be my dog-legged!"

"Get out!"

Lin Zhao said angrily.

“Hahaha~~~”

The naughty child waved his wooden sword and ran out the door.

...

Afternoon.

There were two foreigners in the town, one carrying a tool bag, one was a pot maker, and the other was a candied haws. Every household in the town used an iron pot, and the fewer the iron pot, the thinner it was, and in the end there would inevitably be loopholes. There were many children in the town, and their favorite was candied haws, so these two people, plus a peddler, were never short of them in the town.

evening.

The pot maker bought two sesame cakes and sat on a small stone bridge with severe damage. On the side, the candied haws also put the straw thorn aside, took out the big cakes that were baked from his arms and ate them. There were still a few strings of candied haws on the straw thorn but they had not sold out.

...

There were two people hidden in the grass beside them, one was a beautiful swordsman with long legs and snowy legs, and the other was a male mage wearing a robe. The two of them stared at the front with their eyes wide open.

"These two people..."

Leng Yan looked at the pot-making maker and the candied haws and said, "One is called Dead Soldier A and the other is called Dead Soldier B. Do you dare to be more perfunctory when you name this system?"

Xianbai nodded: "What the cold-faced beauty said is very true. I think so too. Lin Zhao's people are coming soon. Judging from the NPC level, Lin Zhao is crushed and probably will be dead."

"not necessarily."

Leng Yan frowned slightly and said, "I see Lin Zhao practicing boxing every day, very diligent, and for a while he showed up and ate a top-grade white tree fruit? Those two dead soldiers looked like bad guys. I hope Lin Zhao can win."

Xianbai smiled lazyly: "I hope the two dead soldiers will win."

"Why?"

"Because if the Dead Warrior wins, we can clean up the mess without mercy, kill these two Dead Warriors, and then take away the ancient sword behind Lin Zhao, but what if Lin Zhao wins? Are you embarrassed to kill Lin Zhao and seize the sword?"

“It’s true.”

Leng Yan frowned: "Look first, wait and see what's going on. In short, we don't intervene before we decide the winner."

"Well, the cold-faced beauty is indeed very wise!"

Xianbai smiled.

Leng Yan rolled her eyes wide and didn't want to pay attention to this turtle who is very good-looking but is known as "the number one flirtatious radish in the national server".

...

At this time, three figures slowly walked towards him from afar, Lin Zhao and Xiao Shitou, who were picking up Xiaojiu'er's get out of class.

"Hey~~~~Little brother!"

The candied haws stood up, grabbed the straw and said with a smile: "I have two copper plates of candied haws. I have two copper plates left today. Is there a last four left? Otherwise, you will count on your four copper plates in total. Help me, after selling these, I can go down the mountain and go home."

The pot maker was gnawing the sesame cakes, too lazy to take a look here.

"Brother Lin Zhao!"

Xiao Jiuer chuckled, raised her palm and stood at attention, and said pitifully: "I will listen to my teacher's lectures tomorrow!"

"I understand..."

Lin Zhao touched the little girl's head indulgently and said with a smile: "Sell it to me, there are only four copper plates."

"Thank you!"

The candied haws sold quickly pulled the candied haws down from the straw thorn, while Lin Zhao glanced at the side and found that there were many thick calluses on the man's palm, especially the thickest calluses on the inside of his thumb. This is the unique feature of Wufu who holds a knife and holds a sword. When he handed over the candied haws, he actually held a piece of candied haws instead of a handle.

Something is a trick!

Just as the other party handed the candied haws, Lin Zhao had subconsciously pushed Xiao Jiuer backwards, and suddenly shouted softly: "Little stone, protect Xiao Jiuer!"

"Swish!"

The opponent suddenly accelerated, and several candied haws pierced straight. Lin Zhao's body tilted and punched the opponent's wrist. The candied haws and bamboo branches suddenly shattered, revealing four dark blue steel needles, all of which had been poisoned!

"Stupid brat, I'm so wary!"

The corner of the candied haws raised his mouth, turned around and whirled the steel needle, piercing Lin Zhao's temple.

In an instant, Lin Zhao leaned back and fell back, and kicked the opponent's leg hard. While flying back, he reached out and ignited a courageous talisman. The talisman was suddenly bright and turned into a fiery red true energy and penetrated into Lin Zhao's body. For a moment, the true energy in his body became more full, and he punched it out, and the qi rushed to the bullfighting style!

The other party threw the poison needle directly. Once this sneak attack method was discovered, it would be impossible for a fifth-level martial artist with a solid foundation. He turned his body and put on a strange fist. He sank like a poisonous snake and attacked Lin Zhao's lower plate. At the same time, he shouted softly: "What are you waiting for!?"

Not far away, the pot-firing maker laughed, raised his hand and threw an iron pot at Lin Zhao, rushed toward Lin Zhao, and punched him toward Lin Zhao.

"Peng!"

Lin Zhao shook the iron pot with one punch, and his mind moved, and his whole body instantly increased explosively, and the strongest turret of the farmer's three punches had already flowed out. The speed and strength of the entire person were greatly increased, and coupled with the effect of the courage talisman, Lin Zhao could no longer be regarded as a martial artist in the fifth realm.

He twisted his body, avoided the fist of a dead soldier, and his body swirled in the air. A lightning-like uppercut fell on the opponent's jaw. Then he pressed the ground with his left hand. Lin Zhao's figure was like a loach. With his toes, he kicked the ankle of another dead soldier. Then he rolled out and punched the pot-firing maker's abdomen.

One fight two, you will suffer a loss. Moreover, there is a burst of sound in the fist of the two opponents. They are both martial artists in the sixth realm of the mountain realm. At the moment of fighting, Lin Zhao was actually sure that he must kill or severely damage one of them first, otherwise he would definitely die.

The "pot-tuning maker" sneered, hugged Lin Zhao's fist in an instant, and then exerted force to retract his arms, which immediately shocked Lin Zhao away.

"Something is there!"

The other party laughed: "But he is still going to die!"

He pulled out a short knife from behind, and the blade was filled with a cold light. It must have been tempered and extremely sharp.

"Little stone!"

Lin Zhao raised his eyebrows and said, "Take Xiaojiu'er away and call someone!"

"good!"

Xiao Shitou leaned over, and the martial artist in Yixing ran away with Su Qingjiu on his back. Su Qingjiu looked horrified and turned around and looked at Lin Zhao reluctantly, fearing that this would be the last time.

...

The two death soldiers were not targeted at first, but just the boy in front of them.

"superior!"

The two of them were on the left and right, and the soldiers came in two groups. The next moment, the sound of the short sword and the breaking wind of the fist came together. Lin Zhao saw it clearly and changed his body instantly. At the cost of a punch on his shoulder, he suddenly twisted the arm of the puncher and hid behind him. In an instant, the situation where the pot maker wanted to kill Lin Zhao and killed his accomplices first.

"roll!"

The "pot-tutor" roared and stabbed it out with a knife, leaving a shallow scar on Lin Zhao's arm. Thanks to Lin Zhao's protective fist's kindness, otherwise this sword might have destroyed an arm. At the same time, the sword also cut through the neck of another dead soldier, leaving a shallow blood mark.

Lin Zhao's body sank, and he fought quickly. He instantly pulled the onion in the dry land and picked up the dead soldier in front of him. The next moment, his fists fell from the sky together, and his qi rushed to the bullfighting style!

"laugh!"

The pot-tuning maker's short knife stabbed Lin Zhao's shoulders, and Lin Zhao's fists also hit the other party's neck hard. The pot-tuning maker suddenly fell out, with a deep puzzlement in his eyes. Who is this kid? This kind of fighting style of life is only the soldiers in the army who have experienced many battles. How old is he?

"Stupid brat!"

Another dead soldier handed out a punch.

Lin Zhao turned around and used his left fist to catch the move. The left fist was immediately numb. At the same time, he used the force to bounce out and attacked the right fist, and a fierce old punch hit the pot-builder's neck. In an instant, the pot-builder almost fainted. The dignified sixth-level martial artist was hit by such a vital position one after another, which was also unbearable.

"madman!"

The dead soldier behind him punched like thunder.

After Lin Zhao was punched by Kaishan Realm on his shoulder, his body fell forward and took advantage of the opportunity to hold the short knife on the ground. He gently wiped his body while rolling, and immediately cut the throat of the pot-firing maker who was lying on the ground. The next moment, the pot-firing maker could no longer speak, and covered his throat and twitched all over to death.

“…”

When the remaining dead soldier looked at Lin Zhao again, he felt a chill. Under the moonlight, the boy's eyes were so cold that it made people feel terrifying. He was also a good player who had killed people on the battlefield. In the battles to wipe out bandits and quell local rebellions, an iron fist also blasted many people to death. In front of him, he was heartbroken for no reason.

"It's your time!"

Lin Zhao slowly stepped forward, clenched his fist with his right hand, and the fist was flowing. The injured left hand held a short knife with a murderous intent.

"snort!"

The dead soldier tried his best to calm down his mind, and then he handed out a punch, and the strong wind stormed!

Lin Zhao punched like a punch, and the two punches intertwined, both hitting the opponent's chest. However, Lin Zhao's body swung in the moment of his fist. The short knife left a deep blood mark on the opponent's arm. Then he staggered and swayed back. Perhaps a rib on his chest was broken, and he felt like he was about to faint.

"Damn it!"

The dead soldier shouted softly, his body sank downward, shaped like a beast hunting. His powerful punch that could open the mountain fell into the air and hit the boy's head hard.

Lin Zhao smiled slightly, his figure moved slightly, and he suddenly punched his left shoulder, and a sound of shattering came from the shoulder blade. Although he was injured, his fist intent did not weaken slightly. His right fist suddenly rose, and another dry land pulling green onion style. The moment he punched the opponent's abdomen, Lin Zhao grabbed the fallen short knife in the air, and the blade cut across the opponent's back, dragging a long wound.

All are hard-working ways to exchange injuries for injuries.

Lin Zhao had to do this, and only then did this would have the chance to survive.

After all, I have no backing, and if I don’t fight to the death, I will only die.

...

Looking at Lin Zhao's bruised and shaking body, Leng Yan frowned slightly with beautiful eyebrows, and felt a little reluctant. He wanted to take action, but his palm was already gently pressed on the hilt of the sword around his waist.
Chapter completed!