Chapter 27: Close Combat, You Can’t Do It!

After the last arrow was shot, the longbow was carried on his back.

The figure suddenly went to the left, which was the direction of the city.

At this time, the short old man's face became even gloomier.

He controlled the tumbling fire snake to make it faster, while constantly increasing his own speed, trying to get closer to Liang Hui.

Suddenly, the figure that turned left turned again.

The speed increased rapidly and he rushed towards the old man.

The spear on his back had been grasped in his right hand at some point, and a chilling murderous intent filled the air.

The short old man stared at the masked man running towards him quickly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

No one would really think that the Taoist is weak in close combat, right? You have to know that he has been in the Qi-nourishing realm for decades, so his close combat skills are definitely not weak.

Moreover, he only needed to hold the masked man back for a few breaths, and the fire snake behind him would be enough to catch up and end the fight.

Without hesitation, he drew the sword on his back and stared at the rapidly approaching figure.

A flash of cold light came rushing towards him like a meteor, and in the blink of an eye it was already close to his throat.

Block it!
He roared inwardly and waved his only remaining right arm with all his might.

Sparks from the collision of metals flickered in the night sky.

blocked!
The old man breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.

The next moment, a blue light flashed, and consciousness began to fall into darkness.

boom! Bang!
The headless corpse collapsed to the ground, and the red fire snake exploded.

Liang Hui stood a few meters behind the old man, staring at the head in his palm and the green light on his left arm that was gradually dissipating.

"Beautiful swordplay!"

While whispering, he had already thrown the head next to the old man's body.

Then, he slowly walked over to the remains of the corpse, holding the spear and searching the body with the tip of the spear.

At the beginning, he picked up the brown cloth bag around his waist and put it aside.

Apart from this, the old man had no other valuable items on him!

Even the items that could be used to enter dreams were not found.

Did he hide all his valuables? But if they came to hunt him down so quickly, where could they hide the things?

While thinking, the spear pierced into the brown cloth bag and was slowly pulled out.

With Liang Hui's eyesight, he could clearly see a thin layer of black particles stuck on the tip of the gun.

This should be the external object that the old man used, so can it be used like this?

The young man made a judgment in his mind and suddenly stabbed a piece of gravel with his spear.

Under the sparks of the collision, the tip of the gun instantly ignited a red flame, and even the black cotton cloth on the top of the gun barrel was burned to ashes.

A light flashed in Liang Hui's eyes. Such a thing would be of great use in a fight.

But we still have to see the extent of the harm to the human body?

The tip of the gun stabbed at the corpse beside it without hesitation, and the red flame quickly wrapped around the corpse from the tip of the gun.

A raging fire was burning.

Sizzle! .
The fat from the corpse continued to seep out and became fuel for the flames.

In about ten minutes, the body and the head turned into charcoal.

The flames at the tip of the gun had dissipated five minutes ago, leaving only the somewhat dark tip of the gun.

He took out a piece of rag, wrapped the brown cloth bag on the ground, and walked towards the battlefield where the fighting had just started.

There are still some spoils that have not been picked up, and we can’t let others get them for free.

They soon came to the other three bodies and gave them a quick search.

After collecting all valuable items and objects that could be used in dreams, he put on the black robe hanging on the tree and returned the same way.

At the same time, he carefully searched the road for any signs of burial. He was quite envious of the martial arts secrets in the hands of the Taoist old man. However, after searching the road three or four times without finding anything, Liang Hui reluctantly headed towards the direction of Yuanshui City.

The journey was smooth and I returned home safely.

After placing the spoils in the living room, he went into the bedroom to rest.

Tonight's journey and fighting will be quite exhausting in terms of energy and physical strength. We'll count the spoils tomorrow.

Yuanshui City, east of the inner city, Wang’s mansion.

Soft white light fills a luxurious bedroom, bringing brightness to the room.

The pale-faced young man sat on a chair, intently looking at the book on the table.

An unknown amount of time had passed before the young man glanced at the night outside the window and frowned unconsciously.

Bend your fingers slightly and tap the tabletop.

"Young Master!" Respectful words came from outside the bedroom, and a sturdy figure could be vaguely seen kneeling on one knee in front of the door.

"Guard Miao, hasn't Wang Da come back from the black market yet? Go check it out, sorry to bother you." Gentle words came out of the young man's mouth.

"Yes."

After the guards left, the young man closed the book and turned his gaze to the fluorescent jade stone engraved with the talisman.

He pressed his fingers lightly on the jade, and the white light dissipated into the bedroom.

'Some of the Taoist's gadgets are really convenient.'

As the young man pondered over this, he stood up and walked towards the bed.

"Wang Da, I hope everything is alright."

The young man thought to himself that he still had a lot of feelings for this servant who had grown up with him.

The next day, early morning.

The sun rises.

Liang Hui just woke up from his sleep and washed up simply.

He came to the living room wearing his tights and started swinging last night's harvest.

Three martial arts-related books, a small stone sculpture, a brown cloth bag containing special particles, a sword, two long knives, and a pair of boxing gloves.

And two hundred and sixty-three taels of silver. Although I spent sixty-five taels on buying martial arts books yesterday, but with the spoils from the three people in the first wave of attacks, plus the silver I already had, I still had this much in total.

These items were what Liang Hui gained after the fight last night.

He put away the silver, and then placed together three martial arts secret books that could be used to enter dreams, a small stone sculpture, a long sword, and boxing gloves.

Which one to try first?

Liang Hui sat cross-legged on the ground and was in a dilemma.

"It's you. I'm curious why that half-baked Taoist priest values ​​you so much."

While thinking, Liang Hui had already reached out and took the small stone sculpture. The stone sculpture looked like a lying animal, but the face of the stone sculpture had become blurred due to the long time.

After taking a look, Liang Hui began to sense a special aura in the stone sculpture, which was very faint.

After detecting the special aura, the magical power "Entering Dreams" was ready to be activated.

After a moment, Liang Hui looked at the stone sculpture with a solemn look in his eyes.

Failed!
Qi, blood, internal strength, and even spirit were not enough to support the use of magical powers on the stone statue.

Although the aura was faint, its essence was too profound.

"It seems that this is the biggest gain of this time!" The young man sighed and put the stone sculpture carefully in his arms.

Then, he reached out and grasped "Hard Qigong".

He did not fall asleep directly, but opened the book and started reading. With his current martial arts training, he was able to see through a skin-refining martial art.

Refining the skin is the beginning of martial arts, just like the foundation of a house. If the foundation is solid, the house can be built higher. Use blood and energy to refine the skin, use internal force to nourish the skin, or use heavy objects to hit it. When the skin is combined with flesh and energy, then there is no need to fear refining the bones.

(End of this chapter)