Chapter 670: Night Killing

The Yangwu Sword Technique is based on Qi, nourishing a mouthful of upright Qi, which is the sword technique that Master Yue is most proficient in and most commonly used. Bai Lang doesn't nourish any upright Qi. What he nourishes is the murderous aura of a fierce general who can block a thousand troops. So this set of Yangwu Sword Technique became a steel-armored sword technique that was hard and hard in his hands. There was no appearance of hiding a needle in cotton when defending, and it was even more fierce and tragic when counterattacking, and it was upright and smashing...

It cannot be said that this is not upright Qi. At least Bai Lang used this sword technique to be magnificent and fierce, and really no one could take a few moves under his sword technique—hard-to-hard is definitely not possible, but he can win in technique... Bai Lang also had to endure the impulse to break his flaws, pretending that his sword technique level was low...

In his view, this sword technique is really very inferior, and the junior brother in front of him has countless flaws, and he can't just send him off the stage casually. Everyone present is like this, the sword technique is inferior and the internal strength is rotten, only Yue Sect Leader is somewhat pure. "Wait for me to fish out the skill, even if I still can't compare with the past, but compared with the guys in front of me, it is definitely a difference between heaven and earth."

Bai Lang dealt with it casually. Those who dared to collide with him hard lost. Those like Linghu Chong who relied on "high" sword technique changes, Bai Lang looked at the situation and lost to them, feeling quite hard in his heart. This time, he was in the middle and upper reaches of the small competition, which could be considered not to fall the prestige of his master. After the small competition, he had to go down the mountain immediately and participate in the autumn exam in Xi'an with the Sect Leader. Whether reading has results depends on this exam once every three years.

If Yue Sect Leader passes the Juren exam... of course, he is the first person in the Five Sacred Mountains Sword Sect to have light on his face, and he is also a first-class gentleman in Huayin County. This mere Huashan Sect Sect Leader position really doesn't count as anything. Bai Lang thinks that real masters are definitely in the public gate, not in the hands of many gangs in the rivers and lakes.

He thinks that the Jinyi Guard and the Eastern Depot probably have quite a few masters, and the Sun Moon God Sect—it is estimated that they are just too lazy to shovel them. Anyway, if Yue Buqun passes the Juren exam, the Huashan Sect being a court eagle dog is better than now. At that time, I have to see if Zuo Lengchan dares to mention the merger of the Five Sacred Mountains, and if the fools on Black Wood Cliff dare to kill the Huashan people?

"Unless they want to rebel, the Huashan Sect will be as stable as Huashan." Bai Lang was still thinking about this after entering the examination hall—this was his first time participating in the imperial examination, and even the humiliating body search felt quite fun. He saw that Yue Sect Leader on the other side had completely lost the demeanor of a gentleman sword, and that face looked nervous to death, "This skill of nourishing Qi is finished."

Bai Lang was not nervous at all. As a former super master, he naturally had the ability to never forget. Modern education was not learned in vain. How to say this person was also a student who was admitted to 211, and the foundation was not bad. Especially since the imperial examination did not test mathematics, physics, and chemistry, as long as there was excellent memory, how difficult could it be?

It is difficult to pass the Jieyuan, but there is hope to pass the Juren. There are already many strange questions in this year. It all depends on how flexible the brain is during the exam. "Replacing the subtle words and great righteousness of the saints, bullshit things!" Bai Lang cursed secretly when he saw the topic. Not long after, he heard someone shouting "Yi! I hit!" and then the sound of fighting, "Poor, one went crazy and was dragged out by the guards..."

This thing is not strange, it happens in every autumn exam. Bai Lang didn't hold the hope that he could pass the Juren exam, and he had another retreat for his martial arts, so he was naturally free and easy, and he wrote a long article until the sky didn't get dark. However, he had to stay up all night in this small shed...

The paper was handed in, the next two rounds were easy, and then he waited for the list to be released. Due to the gathering of scholars, the market was quite prosperous recently, so Bai Lang also found some illegal gangs. These people were too low-level to be members of the Demon Sect. At night, Bai Lang slipped out secretly. He didn't think about going to drink like Linghu Chong—that's right, Linghu Chong also came and brought Lao Denuo.

Bai Lang also didn't want to go to the brothel, he just ran around on the roof out of personal interest, as if he were an Assassin's Creed. With internal strength and flexible body and keen senses, this made Bai Lang like a fish in water everywhere—he was full of strange evil feelings to peek at people's affairs, which was very fun.

"All kinds of privacy, all kinds of secrets are in my peeping, I am simply the King of Xi'an at night." Bai Lang was complacent, and for a time he found the happiness of low martial arts again. Of course, there was also chivalry. In this era, even in the city, there were quite a few guys doing bad things—stealing, robbing, abducting, and cheating. And Bai Lang saw that he naturally took action...

The chivalrous person in the dark, Bai Lang, anyway, only remembered one "White-man". Everyone's surname is Bai, so Bai Lang doesn't mind doing the things of "White-man"—unlike "White-man", the means of Bai Lang punishing those people are the same, sending them to reincarnation instead of Arkham. In this era, those who steal, rob, abduct, and cheat are no different from killing people, and these people probably have life cases on them.

Killing these petty thieves, Bai Lang only felt that his Qi was smooth. Is there any wrong killing? Bai Lang is not an immortal now, so he doesn't care whether he kills wrong or not. If he kills wrong, he can only say that his life is not good. Bai Lang put down the strong man who twisted three hundred and sixty degrees in his hand and was bleeding from seven orifices and died miserably. The victim had already been scared away. This man was still robbing before.

Sure enough, it was a poor ghost. He only had one copper coin on his body. The knife in his hand was a cargo that could be broken. There was no steel mouth at all, and it couldn't kill people. "Can't tolerate crime, who knows if this guy will buy a good knife next time after the robbery is successful?" Bai Lang saw that this person turned around a few times from the gambling house to rob, and knew that this was a rotten gambler who had no way to go, so he simply transcended him.

"I don't share the sky with gambling and poison, fortunately there is no poison in this world..." Bai Lang killed another thief—this person didn't steal gold and silver, but specialized in stealing children in poor neighborhoods. Bai Lang saw it and killed it—at this time, although the Golden Bell Shield was not completed, the shot was heavy under the stimulation of true Qi, and he directly shattered the person's spine and ribs.

Bai Lang's blow was shot from the back heart. The palm force was round and like a bell collision. In one blow, the ribs were broken and the spine was scattered first and then broken, and the internal organs protected by the ribs were also a mess. The vitality was cut off but not so fast to die. The blood filled the lungs, which could be said to be extremely painful. Bai Lang didn't even look at it, and left directly. In this night, he killed twelve people in just one hour, which could be said to be full of murderous intent.

This was still Bai Lang not killing innocent people indiscriminately. He returned to the inn silently, his mood was peaceful and happy, and he began to try to operate the internal force of the Golden Bell Shield. He had accumulated enough, and after that, he could run a strand of true Qi to walk the cycle, which could be said to improve efficiency a lot—unfortunately, there were still seven years left.