After Zhao Qiankun left, the King of Zhenxi was instinctively relieved and hurried over to check Mingqi's condition. He found that he had only fainted and felt relieved. Then he called the servant to carry him into the room and ordered the doctor to call him.

After leaving the royal palace, Zhao Qiankun left Xidu overnight and ran along the official road according to the instructions from the map.

Along the way, Zhao Qiankun relaxed his hair outside, his muscles relaxed, and his brain rested, almost the same as sleep, and he was speeding with the power of the King Kong skeleton.

The King Kong Skeleton is tired and is very uncomfortable when he is tired. These days, in order to come back, he is busy working in the Haina Cave Heaven without sleep. He has been exhausted for a long time and just took the opportunity to take a break. The only inconvenience is that he must free up one hand to open his eyelids, otherwise he will not be able to see the path clearly.

After a night of running wildly, just as the sky was dawn, Zhao Qiankun saw a majestic pass in the distance!

Zhao Qiankun stopped, expanded the map and looked at it: "There is Xiling Pass there, it is the junction between the Xiji Coast and the Central Plains Emperor... I have run more than a thousand kilometers this night!"

Zhao Qiankun took a step and planned to reach the gate at the speed of an ordinary person, but as soon as he stepped on his legs, he felt a chill under his crotch...

He looked down and saw that the pants between the two strands had been worn out, revealing the red thighs...

Why is it red? The high-frequency exercise overnight makes the skin and flesh so painful!

This body is still inconvenient... Zhao Qiankun shook his head. This is still transformed from the skin of a legendary monster. If he were an ordinary person, he would probably have to be worn out and exposed.

It's not the same thing to open the crotch like this. Zhao Qiankun took off his clothes and wrapped it around his waist, which was considered a bit blocking, and just walked towards the gate with his shirtlessness.

It is March now, and Xiling Pass is located northward, with the cold wind blowing. Among the many pedestrians and business trips in front of the pass, he is really just shirtless.

Although the West Pole Coast is under the rule of the Great Zhou Dynasty, it is still different from the Central Plains imperial land ruled by the royal family. It is not much different from passing through the border line. At least it needs to apply for a corresponding clearance certificate.

Zhao Qiankun naturally didn't have this thing, so his purpose was not to pass the barrier, but to rest in the town before the barrier.

There was a constant stream of merchants coming and going from Xiling Pass. Over time, a small town built by merchants not far from the front and back of the pass was formed. Although it was not big, it was still quite lively.

Zhao Qiankun walked barely in the cold wind, which attracted pedestrians to look at each other and sighed that the young man had a great physique. Zhao Qiankun disagreed, and there was a level of minus 57 or 8 degrees below zero, which was far from the cold wind that was iced in the polar continent! However, this crotch-opener pants is still a problem. He is penniless now, so how can he get some money?

While thinking about it, Zhao Qiankun suddenly saw someone in the street intersection not far away watching the fun, and some people ran toward it. Zhao Qiankun grabbed someone and asked, "What happened?"

"Someone is fighting!" The man shook Zhao Qiankun's hand away and continued running forward, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to grab a good position.

Xiling Pass is located in the northwest of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It is not only the border between the imperial land of the Central Plains and the Xiji coast, but also not far from the territory of the Yelu family on the northern grassland of the desert. It is located at the border of the Three Territories, making it a mixture of fish and dragons, with strong folk customs and a martial spirit prevailing.

In such places, it is common to occasionally fight and duel among people from the world. Generally speaking, as long as it does not develop into large-scale armed fighting, the government army is too lazy to control. Over time, the single-handed duel here has become a entertainment activity that ordinary people like.

Curious, Zhao Qiankun also came over and squeezed into the crowd with his strong body, and finally saw the confrontation between the two sides.

On one side is a strong man in a leather jacket and dressed in a Northwest style. He carried a machete on his shoulder, looking murderous.

On the other side, there was a scholar in white, holding a folding fan, looking weak, but not as good as a warrior. However, the experts and experts onlookers pointed at him. Although the scholar in white seemed weak, he stood straight, and his feet were as tightly as the roots of an old tree, nailed to the ground, which showed that he was also a trainee!

"That's Xiao Ang, the Golden Sword of Mobei!" Someone in the crowd recognized the man carrying the sword.

"Is it him? I heard that he is known as the Beihai Sword Saint, and he has never encountered any rivals across the Beihai!"

"Then isn't he a top expert?"

"That's more to say!" said an old man in the crowd: "I heard that he had made a fight with the Red Eyebrow Sword Saint five years ago on the edge of Hongjiang. He lost his last move and stabbed back to Mobei to practice sword skills. He vowed not to practice the highest level of the golden sword and no longer set foot in the Central Plains!"

"Did you know again?" The people around him complained to the old man, and the old man smiled arrogantly: "Of course, I am talking about it and having fun?"

"Then do you know how they fought?"

The old man smiled and said, "Then Xiao Ang was drinking in a restaurant and bragged with his companions about how powerful the golden sword at his highest level was. The scholar was present at that time and couldn't hear it anymore, so he said, "The copper wire wrapped around the banana, and it would be broken if it was tied!"

"Does this have any profound meaning?" Everyone was puzzled.

The old man snorted coldly: "The copper wire is red, which means the Red Eyebrow Sword Saint, and the banana is yellow, so it naturally refers to the golden sword Xiao Ang. It will be broken when you tie it. That is to say, you are blowing the ceiling, and you are not a defeated general under Red Eyebrow! This is ridiculing him for the incident back then! Then do you think Xiao Ang can bear it? He immediately slapped the table and smashed the tables in the restaurant, and wanted to teach this scholar a lesson!"

This old man is indeed a little famous in Xilingguan generation. He knows a lot of martial arts stories. When people around him heard this, they sighed: "Although this scholar is also capable, he has encountered a tough nail. If the goods on the ground are not provoked, the people in the sky will probably suffer this time..."

"I don't think so!" Zhao Qiankun in the crowd shook his head: "If the golden sword was not the opponent of Red Eyebrow, he might not be able to beat this scholar!"

After hearing his comments, everyone turned their heads: "How can I see it?"

Zhao Qiankun smiled and shook his head: "It's all right!"

While speaking, the man with big swordsman loudly reported his number: "I am Xiao Ang, a golden sword in Mobei. I have never killed the nameless ghost under the knife. Where did you come out of your little face?"

The scholar smiled slightly: "Are all the warriors in Mobei so silly? If you want to beat them, you will be beaten. After signing up, no one will engrave your grave!"

"Stupid brat, extremely arrogant!" Xiao Ang shouted angrily, waved the machete, and attacked directly. The scholar in white smiled slightly, moved his feet, and his figure suddenly became illusory. He just let the big sword go around behind Xiao Ang!

Xiao Ang’s sword saint was not a false reputation. When he found that the other party changed direction, he immediately kept his feet on the ground and turned around and slashed. The scholar in white lowered his waist and saw that he would pass. The invisible sword energy spread. Many onlookers had their clothes cracked, and some were even cut and left blood.

This scared everyone, and everyone retreated one after another and moved out of the larger venue.

The onlookers had maintained a distance of six or seven meters from the two of them. These two were warriors, not magicians. No matter how fierce the fight was, they would be as close as the flesh and swords to each other, which would threaten the audience less than twenty meters away. But unexpectedly, the Beihai Sword King was really unambiguous. The invisible sword energy several meters away from the body was actually lethal. The internal sword skills were all first-class!

However, Xiao Ang's swordsmanship is overbearing, but he is not as elegant as a scholar's body!

The scholar in white flew around under Xiao Ang's golden sword, and his feet transformed into countless welcomes, creating thousands of changes in the square inch, and actually dodged all his killer moves, and looked beautiful and at ease!

This elegant body movement immediately aroused the surprise of onlookers. Unexpectedly, this weak scholar was so powerful!

Is it so relaxed? Zhao Qiankun frowned. He didn't understand whether the light skills were exquisite or not, but with his dynamic vision, it can be seen that the scholar's expression on his face would be a little nervous every time he dodged, and his footsteps would be a bit too hard. It can be seen that he was not as relaxed as he looked, but the dodging body was born with a graceful posture.

It was a time to say that, and then, both of them were first-class masters, and there was danger in a moment. A hundred moves had passed in a while... Suddenly, Xiao Ang used his sword and had no time to turn around. The scholar seized the opportunity, and a folding fan was released in his hand, and he hit Xiao Ang's throat!

This time, Xiao Ang suddenly felt a crisp sound of his throat, and the pain was unbearable. Before he could dodge, the fan shook open, and a row of blades leaked out. With a brush, he cut Xiao Ang's throat!

Puff! Xiao Ang's blood splattered on the spot, turned around twice, took off his hand, and fell to the ground with a plop! When the onlookers around him saw that the dead were dead, they screamed.

Fights happen frequently, but killing people in the street makes the matter serious! What's more, the one who died was a well-known master in the martial arts world, and the people watching at that time were in a bad mood!

However, the murderer was very calm. He stood there and gasped slightly, looking down at the corpse on the ground. If it weren't for the blood stained with white clothes, who would have thought that such a gentle guy would be the murderer!

The town is not big, and ordinary people can only run from the south of the city to the north of the city for an incense stick, but after a while, the officers and soldiers arrived with shackles. When they saw the white-clothed scholar still on the scene, the officials were obviously stunned...

They were not stupid either. They heard that the one who was killed was a martial arts master, and knew that they would give it to them for nothing. But they had to do it, so they deliberately delayed for a while, hoping that the murderer would escape and would be better off escaping from the town and cross Xiling Pass!

But unexpectedly, this guy was standing there waiting for them, which was a bit embarrassing...

"Duh! You murderer are so arrogant. You are waiting for us here!" The headmaster sweated on his forehead, his hand was shaking, and his feet were stumbled with small steps. He walked for a long time but didn't move forward three feet.

Why couldn't the scholar in white see what these guys were thinking? He smiled and waved to them: "It's okay, come here!"

"What do you want to do?!" The headmaster shouted sternly, but did not dare to step forward.

"A boring thing!" The scholar shook his head: "Since you don't dare to come over to see you, I'll throw it over to you!" As he said that, the guy took something off his waist and threw it over to him.

"Wow, you dare to use hidden weapons!" Several detectives were so scared that they sat on the ground, crawling away with their feet, as if the scholar was throwing a grenade.

After a while, they found that it was okay, so they took the courage to look back, but saw an iron plate lying on the ground.

They walked over curiously, picked it up and saw that they were very heavy when they bought it. It was made of black iron, with the words "deformed martial god".

The moment he saw this sign, the headmaster widened his eyes: "Is it... a member of the Wushen Sect?!"

"Is there any other problem?" asked the scholar in white with a smile.

"No problem, no problem!" The headmaster was holding the sign to send it to the scholar, but his legs were still a little weak and he couldn't take it at all. The scholar smiled, walked up to them, and took back the iron plate of the martial god.

The so-called Wushen Sect, as the name suggests, is the sect founded by Wushen, and its headquarters is in the imperial city. Although it is known as a Wushen Sect, it is actually completely sponsored by the royal family and loyal to the court. After all, there are many things that the official does not conveniently come forward and requires some special forces. Wushen Sect provides such forces. It can act as an agent for the court to intervene in the martial arts disputes. If it really causes trouble, it will not implicate the court.

Therefore, the people of the Wushen Sect have a transcendent status, and it is no big deal to kill someone in this wasteland. For these constables, they even gave them a reason not to catch him.

"This adult... Although you have read the sign, you still have to go with us..." said the headmaster: "We will go on a business trip, and we must have an explanation when we go back, so that the county magistrate will see... Don't worry, your identity will definitely not be a problem, and I will say..."

"No need to make up!" The scholar in white waved his hand: "Xiao Ang, Mobei, relied on his martial arts, slandered the court with a wild word, and was very tempted to be rebellious, and was beheaded on the spot by me!"

"Yes, yes..." The headmaster nodded hurriedly and said hurriedly: "Then let's put that corpse on..." As he said that, several constables walked towards the dead Xiao Ang, but turned around, he was stunned.

Because they saw a shirtless man taking off Xiao Ang's pants and putting them on themselves...

"What are you doing!" The headmaster shouted, but the man disagreed. He lifted his pants up and jumped in, making it comfortable to wear, and smiled at them: "Anyway, he doesn't need it anymore, so why not give it to those in need!"

As he said that, the man picked up a pair of open-crotch pants: "How about you put this on for him, we are about the same size..."

This person is naturally Zhao Qiankun. The headmaster had never seen him, so he felt that this kid was unreasonable. The person he had just killed, the murderer and the constable were right next to him, so he dared to come up and take off his clothes and wear them. How big is this heart!

"Brothers, don't take our shackles for nothing, lock him up!" The headmaster waved his hand and several of the constables rushed forward.

"Slow down..." Before Zhao Qiankun could speak, the scholar in white stopped them: "If you don't want to die, don't mess with him!"

After hearing this, the constables all retreated.

"Do you still remember me?" Zhao Qiankun smiled.
Chapter completed!