Seeing the figure running back, Fengjiu curled her lips and smiled wickedly.
"Once you come here, don't even think about going back alive!"
As soon as the voice fell, a red figure flashed out, and rushed towards the two men like a ghost in the night. The dagger held in her hand reflected a bloodthirsty cold light in the night. The next moment, her figure passed by the two men, blood splattered, and the fleeing figures of the two men froze in an instant, and fell straight into the yard.
“Bang bang!”
There was no sign of a fight, and no one was alarmed. The four black market mercenaries died quietly in her hands...
Feng Jiu stood facing the wind, squinting her eyes as she looked at the four corpses in the yard below, her gaze moving slightly.
In addition to cultivating Xuanli, Xuanzhe also needs martial arts. Only when the two are combined can the strength of a Xuanwuzhe be brought into play. As for her, her Xuanqi has reached the initial stage of the Xuanji realm of a warrior. Coupled with her expertise in assassination and fighting, it is not a problem for her to deal with the Xuanwuzhe in these small towns.
However, if she were to leave this small town, she would have to improve her strength again. Otherwise, if she met someone stronger than her one day, she would be in a passive position and be slaughtered.
After jumping into the yard, she walked over to the corpses and searched around, only to find an identical black card on each of them, with the words "Black Market Mercenary" written on it.
"black market?"
She murmured softly, searching her mind for information about the black market.
However, Feng Qingge had obviously rarely come into contact with this kind of thing in the past, and there was very little information about the black market in his mind.
"It seems that I need to go to the black market." She curled her lips and smiled, took out the liquid medicine she had prepared after returning in the afternoon, and sprinkled it on the four corpses.
There was a hissing sound, and the four bodies, with white bubbles and light smoke, quickly turned into a pool of blood, leaving only a few wrinkled black clothes...
Next day
Guan Xilin rubbed his neck and walked out, wondering why he slept so deeply last night.
Looking up, he saw Fengjiu practicing soft boxing in the yard, and couldn't help but grin: "Xiaojiu, this is not how you punch."
He came to her side, took a steady stance and said, "Look, when you punch, you have to keep your lower body steady, tighten your fists, punch hard, and shout loudly. All the strength in your body will flow into your fists, and only then will your punches be powerful. If you're like that, you'll fall down after one punch."
At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten her fearlessness when facing the wolves alone that day, and her ruthlessness when she reaped lives like an Asura.
All he remembered was that she was a girl, just a fifteen-year-old girl. Even though she had a fierce and strong side, in his heart, she was just a sister who needed his protection.
Feng Jiu couldn't help laughing when she heard his words: "Brother, your boxing style is practiced by men, which uses strength. My boxing style is to use the opponent's force to counter the opponent's force, and to use a little force to move a large object."
As he spoke, he seemed to remember something and asked, "Brother, I remember you said you were practicing the Guan family's mental method, right?"
"That's right, it's the Guan family's mental method and martial arts as well. Xiaojiu, do you want to learn it? I'll teach you."
She smiled and shook her head: "No, I do have a volume of mental skills that is very suitable for you to practice." She handed him the Qiankun bag with the soul imprint removed.