Just after dark, Chen Guanlou returned home. The team members gathered at his house and continued the night patrol tonight. Without saying anything to boost morale, he asked everyone to bring weapons. He held his standard waist knife and whispered, "Let's go!" The night patrol began. He would continue to pay attention to Qi Wuxiu and help him if he could. So what if he quit the Jinyiwei job? In this day and age, apart from eating public food, he can only rely on the aristocratic families. They are all running dogs for others. Chen Guanlou feels that it is more cost-effective to be a running dog for the court in the current situation. At least no one will deduct money for slacking off, and there are not so many mother-in-laws above your head. It was dark and cold at night. It was quiet all around. The situation was tense, and every household closed their doors and rested early. Or maybe they didn't rest, but they all pricked up their ears to listen to the movement outside the door. But they dared not make any noise, for fear of attracting the attention of the enemy. Turning a corner, four people appeared in front, four people blocking the road. Chen Guanlou raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the opposite side in the light of the torch. One of the other party asked: "Are you Chen Guanlou?"
"I am! Who are you?" "The one who wants you dead." Chen Guanlou lowered his head and smiled. The team members were very nervous, and he signaled everyone to step back and not be nervous. "Who was that person who heard such arrogant words last time? It doesn't matter who it is, anyway, the grass on the grave is already one person tall. You all go together." "How arrogant!" "You are young if you don't act frivolously. I have no other skills, but I am arrogant." "I hope your cultivation is as arrogant as your mouth." Chen Guanlou pursed his lips and smiled, "Do you like to talk a lot before killing people these days? If it were me, I would just kill directly." As soon as the word "kill" came out, the knife light flashed in the dark night. Swish! Is it raining? The team members looked up at the sky, and the moonlight was hazy. Touching his cheek, it was sticky, and a bloody smell came to the sky. It's raining! It's raining blood. Chen Guanlou put away his knife and said to the team members behind him: "Drag the body to avoid blocking the road." "Kill it now?" "Yes, kill it!" Chen Guanlou said lightly. "I think they are very powerful." "Powerful? I don't feel it." Chen Guanlou felt lonely, the loneliness of a master. A mere fourth or fifth rank dared to nag in front of him, which was really annoying.
"Brother Lou, what rank are you?" Chen Guanlou looked at the other party's curious eyes and smiled softly, "The rank is not important." "What is important?" "It's important to be able to kill people." "Brother Lou, I'll help you wipe the knife!" The flattering team members came up. Chen Guanlou: ... This knife should be wiped. The knife provided by the court is of ordinary quality. It is not as good as the big knife he spent hundreds of taels of silver to customize, killing people and drinking blood, and it has bloody murderous aura. Once unsheathed, it will kill! The knife was wiped clean. The body was carried to the roadside. Continue patrolling. One night, Chen Guanlou encountered several groups of warriors who wanted to kill him. They were all brave men who were not afraid of death. When he died, his eyes were still full of disbelief. Until the fifth watch, in the dark night before dawn, he finally met a warrior who could be called his opponent. All the team members were sent away by him. When masters fight, it is easy to hurt innocent people. Bystanders should avoid it quickly. The roof, the moonlight, the cold wind, it is a good day to steal fragrance and jade. If there is a young lady to warm the bed, it must be a sleepy night. Chen Guanlou looked at the other party, "Jiang Tu is quite capable. He can even invite an eighth-grade warrior to kill me. I really didn't expect that I, an insignificant pawn, could get such attention." "It's not Jiang Tu who invited me here. I just want to see what kind of ability this unknown pawn who killed dozens of warriors in one night has." "Now that the senior has seen it, what do you think? Are you satisfied?" "There's something strange about you." Chen Guanlou's expression suddenly became extremely serious. The last person who said this to him was a master. A master who couldn't resist a single move from him. The other party took a step forward. Chen Guanlou took a decisive step back. He is no longer the little white of the past. He knows that there are many ways to conceal a person's true cultivation, and even to conceal the martial veins. It can be a technique, it can be cultivation, or it can be a pill... The higher the cultivation, the less they want to expose themselves, and the more they want to conceal themselves. Playing the world like an ordinary person. You see that he is an eighth-grade cultivator, is he definitely an eighth-grade cultivator? Don't trust your eyes too much. Seeing is not necessarily believing. "Who doesn't have something strange? In this day and age, how dare you be arrogant without some adventures?" Chen Guanlou said half true and half false.
He didn't have an adventure, he was awakened to his wisdom, and even got the fruit of immortality. It can be barely considered an adventure, but it is different from the adventure in the usual sense. The adventure in the usual sense is to fall off a cliff, fall into a cave, find the secret book of the ancient predecessors, practice magic skills, master the magic skills, return to the world, and kill people everywhere. "Fresh words!" "No way, it's a professional habit. Dealing with a group of prisoners every day, if you don't have a poisonous mouth, you will be angry to death. Senior, are you going to kill me?" "That depends on your performance." "How did I perform?" "Frivolous, don't know whether to live or die." "Senior, are you sure you are not invited by Jiang Tu?" "What a person Jiang Tu is." This tone, tut tut! Dislike his frivolous tone, but don't know that the senior's tone is even more arrogant. At least he didn't publicly scold Jiang Tu for being nothing. "It's good that the senior was not invited by Jiang Tu." Chen Guanlou became more and more certain that the opponent must be more than the eighth rank, and it was not certain whether he was a master. He was so arrogant, it was not too much to be the ninth rank. Below the master, the ninth rank was walking sideways, and all the warriors in the world had to give him face. Chen Guanlou was not sure whether he could resist the ninth rank warrior, because he had not fought him yet. His assessment of his strength came from the competition between warriors. It is better to fight now than to wait for a day, so why not have a hearty fight tonight. Others said he was arrogant, maybe he was really arrogant. Anyway, he took the lead! Swish! The knife was unsheathed, and he fought with all his strength. The air squeezed, solidified, and suddenly exploded, setting off huge waves. Rumble... The moonlight in the sky was beautiful! Lei Gong and Dian Mu were both resting. However, a deep pit was blown out of thin air on the ground, the roof was directly overturned, and the walls collapsed. The good house turned into ruins in an instant, as if it had been hit by a tornado. Chen Guanlou went straight to the outskirts of the city. The opponent was chasing him relentlessly. Chen Guanlou ran at the fastest speed in his life. He looked back and saw that the opponent was biting him tightly.
Damn, I hit a wall tonight. It was confirmed that the opponent was not an eighth-grade. If he was not a master, he was at the peak of the ninth grade. It was a pity that he didn't bring his sword with him. The standard waist sword issued by the court turned into gray in half a round. He could only bear it. He should be able to resist. He laughed. The dead branches and leaves on the tree turned into sharp swords and rushed behind him, but they were all blocked by the opponent's sleeves. "Senior, what a sharp move! Then can you take this move of mine!" Before the voice fell, the water on the river flooded the night sky, abruptly dividing the world in half. Controlling the water to kill, using water as a knife, condensing qi as a sword, the competition of the highest martial arts cannot tolerate the slightest mistake.