Seeking immortality in a deceitful way starts by making oneself into a puppet

——Compared to the sluggish five senses such as vision, hearing, and smell, his "spirit" felt the edge of the dagger faster.

‘Assassinate me? ’

He Ping's heart moved, and his thoughts were flowing at a high speed. He was the only son of the He family. After his father passed away, he was solely in charge of the family's wealth.

Of course, there are many outsiders who covet the He family's wealth. In addition to outsiders, there are also members of the He family. For example, the He family has several branch families. They are also very sensitive to the distribution of interests. After the death of He Ping's father, there were some troubles. thing.

Furthermore, the He family has a large business, has made many friends, and has offended many people. He Ping himself has been assassinated several times, but after all, he is also a member of the Immortal Puppet Sect who has practiced the "Invisible Secret" .

Ordinary people's assassination methods cannot harm him who is proficient in magic.

"What's the reason for planning to assassinate me this time?"

There was a trace of doubt in his heart, and the situation around him had changed drastically.

"Mr. He, be careful!"

Chiling Taoist, the leader of the Flying Fish Sect, had no time to draw his sword, so he could only thrust it forward with the scabbard. This old Taoist priest has been famous for a long time, and has been steeped in the flying fish swordsmanship for decades. Every move is as fast as a meteor, and the force is as straight as a thunderbolt. lightning.

At the same time, the owner of the Tiexin Martial Arts School sitting at the next table, a middle-aged man with a beard on his chin, held a chopstick and shot out like lightning.

Chiling Taoist and the owner of Tiexin Martial Arts Hall were determined to protect He Ping. At this moment, they took action at the same time. The flying fish sword in its sheath and the chopsticks that were shot as hidden weapons were used to block the young man who pulled out the dagger and came to kill him.

But then, in a flash of lightning and the white horse passed by, a strange scene happened - the dagger stabbing He Ping suddenly turned around, and his body was like a fish covered in oil, avoiding the scabbard of Taoist Chiling.

The next second, the dish he was holding flew out, blocking the chopsticks.

In an instant, a silvery cold light burst out and struck fiercely at the leader of the Huma Gang, the burly man with a beard on his face, who was sitting on the right.

"It turns out... this person is here for the 'Tengfeng Sword' Jie San!!!"

Chiling Taoist and Tiexin Martial Arts Master Zhao Chen suddenly came to his senses. At the same time, He Ping's fingertips hidden in his sleeves clasped a silk thread that was invisible to the naked eye. He was about to start, but he immediately stopped at this moment. Come down.

"No wonder there is no murderous intention. It doesn't seem to be aimed at me."

He Ping frowned, and the scene changed again. He saw the bearded Jie San laughing.

"You little bastard, you also want to plot against your Master Jie!"

Jie San is an old Jianghu, and something unexpected happened. Knowing that it was too late to draw his sword, he kicked over the table full of dishes. There was a "bang" sound, the table turned over, countless drinks and dishes were splashed on all sides, and several people nearby The guests at the table dispersed in panic.

The boy's movements were also neat. He slipped and dodged, easily avoiding the flying table. Without slowing down even a moment, he stabbed forward with a knife in his hand and was about to rush to Xie San's side.

"court death."

Jie San held a knife in his left hand and a wine bottle in his right hand. He threw the wine bottle into the air, swung the scabbard hard, and with a soft force, struck the "wine bottle" with the side of the scabbard. "Fly out.

The wine bottle flew towards him, and the boy deliberately dodged. Unexpectedly, half of the wine bottle flew away, and with a "pop" sound, the whole thing cracked, and the porcelain pieces turned into countless hidden weapons and flew away.

At this moment, the young man could only make a helpless decision. He stepped back. As he stepped back, the corners of Jie San's eyes rose, and the Tengfeng knife that had not been unsheathed jumped out halfway and landed on his right hand. .

There was a sound of "splashing", the sound of wind hissing and the sound of knives, and the eyes of everyone watching around were dazzled. It was clear that the sharp knife wind blew over before the blade came, as if it cut the cheeks of everyone present, just like the cold wind in the North. Cold wind.

"What a 'Tengfeng Sword' Jie San, this 'Sand Camel Quick Slash' has been able to dominate the Northland for more than ten years, it is definitely not just a boast!"

Chiling Old Taoist and Tiexin Pavilion Master Zhao Chen were excited at the same time. They were both martial artists who founded the sect. Just by looking at Jie San's move, he knew that the other party's sword skills were impressive, with at least 20 or 30 years of experience. Hard work.

This Jie San was able to lead the Huma Gang and achieve great fame with a group of Northland swordsmen who had no fixed abode. He also had his own excellent skills.

Suddenly, the "Tengfeng Sword" Jie San's sword only made a half-circle. Before he could cut off the boy's head, it suddenly stopped, and the whirlwind of the sword suddenly exploded.

"My knife!!"

Jie San made a confused sound. Halfway through swinging the Tengfeng Knife in his hand, he felt a sharp pain on his wrist. This sharp pain was strange, and the tendons in my hand went numb. The knife I was holding was hit by a strong force, flew out, and "nailed" to the floor with a clang.

As soon as the "Tengfeng Knife" was released, the young man in green also aimed at the opportunity. With a swipe of the dagger forward, Jie San's neck was cut open. The eyes of the sturdy man suddenly widened. He opened his mouth and said something back. Before he could say anything, blood spattered out with a pop.

"Third Master!"

The other members of the Huma Gang who were at the same table with Jie San were all swordsmen from the North. When they saw their boss being killed, all of them were stunned. Immediately, eight swords surrounded them like a whirlwind from all directions.

The sword skills of these Huma Gang members were all trained by Jie San himself. With a flash of the sword, they stood in position. Eight fine iron-forged knives were woven into a network of knives, surrounding the young man in Tsing Yi in the middle. With a single twist of the sword, the person can be cut into seven or eight pieces.

But at this moment, the young man in green shuddered suddenly, and his whole body jumped up into the air like a zombie.

"What?"

The swordsmen of the Huma Gang were all stunned. They had seen Qing Kung before, but no one had seen such a weird Qing Kung.

The boy in green didn't even touch the ground with his feet or bend his knees. He just flew up and almost rushed between the pillars. Then he spun in mid-air like a bat and flew out silently.

"Chase!"

The leading swordsman shouted loudly and rushed out.

"Pity."

Chiling Taoist sighed and glanced at the dead Jie San. The body of the famous Mobei swordsman was hugged by several swordsmen from the Huma Gang.

"Master Jie San's sword skills are not weak. If he hadn't lost the opportunity, he wouldn't have been like this?"

"Look, what is this?"

Zhao Chen from Tiexin Martial Arts School stabbed a small black ball soaked in blood with chopsticks. He Ping and Taoist Chiling came closer and found that the ball was the size of a broad bean and was clearly a small ball made of messy hair.

"What a strange hidden weapon. Is this the hidden weapon that penetrated Xie San's wrist?"

Chiling Taoist was greatly surprised.

He Ping didn't say a word, but his expression was obviously very gloomy, but he just took a look and recognized the origin of this black ball.

"Mr. He, something happened to the Third Master this time. We must go back immediately and tell the Second Master about it."

At this time, one of the remaining members of the Hu Ma Gang held Jie San's body and said in a deep voice: "This time the third master was taken advantage of by Xiaoxiao. We, the Hu Ma Gang, will avenge the third master, so we will leave you alone." "

"As I said, something happened to Mr. Jie here. I don't know who the thief was, but he sneaked into my He family's residence to commit murder. This matter is not the Huma Gang's family's business, but also my He family's business. "

He Ping also sighed deeply.

"On my side, such a big thing has happened. I don't know how to explain it to Master Shen Er."

Jie San of the Huma Gang has adopted several adopted sons, the most famous of which is the second leader Shen Er. His swordsmanship skills are all mastered by Jie San Zhenzhuan, and the 72nd "Shatuo Quick Cut" is at least 70% to 80% better than Jie San.

The Huma Gang is a famous gang in Mobei. In addition to Shen Er, who is a powerful character, there are also three other adopted sons of Jie San. All of them have excellent skills. People in the world are reluctant to provoke them.

"Master He, please don't say that. We, the Hu Ma Gang, know the identity of this little thief very well. The second master is a trouble-free person, so how can we blame Master He?"

This gang member was obviously the small leader of the Huma Gang. He stopped talking midway through his words and just sighed.

"Then, I'll leave first and pursue the thief. Please forgive me, sir."

"Easy to say."

He Ping nodded, but his face was not pretty, and he was still gloomy and scary. It seemed that this incident had dampened his mood, and he was not in the mood to continue the banquet, and the guests also left one after another.

After everyone left, He Ping stretched out a hand. His long and slender fingers held the same black pill between his outstretched thumb and index finger.

"...Is it Hakirimaru?"