Strange World Survival Manual

"Master, today the black wind Luo Wen was hit by Li Si and his arms were broken." In a room, a thin young man bowed and reported to a young man.

"Hmph, trash!" When the young man heard this, he snorted and said coldly: "It seems that he really has a problem, but my father won't help me this time and wants me to deal with it myself. Mangy dog, you are this Zetian Mansion A local snake, if you can handle this matter for me, I will benefit from you."

After speaking, he lightly patted a spot of dust on his body, with a gloomy look in his eyes that was inappropriate for his age.

Before he met the mangy dog, he went to see his father, and his father told him not to cause trouble recently.

This made him feel resentful. That person had bullied him into this and told him not to cause trouble. This was not his problem at all!

So he was so angry that he spoke back a few words, and was kicked out by his father.

It's just that he is a little strange now, why his father kicked him with his feet today and looked a little strange.

"This..." When the thin man heard the young man's words, he looked hesitant in his eyes. He had seen that man's strength today, and he really didn't have the strength to deal with him.

"What? You can't even do this little thing?" The young man snorted, stretched out his right hand on the shelf next to him, and a cold light appeared in the room.

This is a cold long sword, with the edge flashing from time to time, leaving no doubt about its sharpness.

Seeing the young man pull out his long sword, the thin man's body trembled, with a look of fear in his eyes.

"Tell me, can you handle this?" The young man played with the long sword in his hand, his eyes moving around the thin man, as if he was looking for a suitable place to stab him.

Seeing the young man glance at him with cold eyes, the thin man felt cold and chilled all over.

He believed that as long as he said the word "no", this young man would definitely kill him. And his death was in vain, because the prefect himself was a close friend of the sword master.

I am a small character, and if I die, it will be like evaporating from the world, and I will not be able to make a splash.

"Yes... yes... I have a way to kill him!" Thinking of this, the thin man immediately shouted.

Hearing the thin man's cry, the coldness in the young man's eyes dissipated a little. He flicked the sword and looked at the thin man: "Tell me your method."

After hearing the young man's words, cold sweat broke out on the thin man's forehead. There was nothing he could do, it was just to buy some time.

Because if he had spoken a little later, he might have been struck by a sword.

After just a few breaths, his face turned pale, but before he could come up with a solution, the young man's eyes became more and more fierce, and there was already a sign that he was going to kill someone.

Seeing the young man's appearance, the thin man became even more anxious, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind, and he immediately said: "We can do this!"

"Oh? How to do it?" When the young man saw him speaking, his eyes softened slightly, but he was still playing with the long sword in his hand.

His meaning was very clear, if he still hesitated, he would kill someone.

"Then didn't Li Si make a name for himself as a little swordsman?" the thin man said with a smile.

But when he saw the unkind look in the young man's eyes, he suddenly realized that Li Si's reputation as the Little Sword Immortal came from stepping on this young man. I thought of a solution for a moment, but I got carried away and forgot about this.

But he still said bravely: "But although he has already made a name for himself as the Little Sword Immortal, it is only in that street. We can spread his name even more widely!"

"Are you kidding me?" After hearing his words, the young man's face showed anger, and he stood up, ready to kill this bastard. This bastard didn't want to think about how to kill people, but he actually wanted to help Li Si become famous.

"Wait a minute, young master, this plan will kill him! It will also ruin his reputation!" Seeing the young man stand up, the thin man shouted quickly.

"Oh?" There was a hesitant look in the young man's eyes. Could this man's method really kill people?

Seeing that the young man no longer came forward, the thin man breathed a sigh of relief, and then a sinister look appeared in his eyes: "As the saying goes, if virtue is not matched, there will be disaster! The greater his fame, the faster he will die!"

"What should I say?" The young man sat down with a look of interest in his eyes.

"Master, look at how much this table can hold." The thin man pointed at the small table beside him and looked at the young man.

The young man looked at the small table with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and then said: "It can bear a hundred catties."

"What if I put something weighing a thousand pounds on top?" the thin man said with a smile.

Hearing the thin man's words, the young man frowned and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he suddenly laughed, stroking his hands and laughing, and looked at the middle-aged man: "It will naturally collapse. And the same is true for his reputation. The greater his reputation, the faster he will die!"

Listening to the young man repeating his words, the thin man also laughed, cupped his hands and said: "Young master is wise!"

Hearing the thin man's compliment, the young man showed an expression of appreciation.

But after a while, a resentful look appeared on his face: "Then don't promote his reputation as a little sword fairy. Hasn't the sword fairy disappeared for decades? Just say that he will be the next sword fairy." , Praise his name as a swordsman! I want him to die without a burial place!"

Hearing the words of the thin man, his eyes showed horror. He did not expect that this young master would be so vicious. You must know that Sword Immortal is a figure spread throughout the Yao Kingdom and the Wei Kingdom. Such a title is no longer something that ordinary masters can bear.

If anyone in the martial arts world heard about this, they would definitely kill the person who insulted the name of the Sword Immortal, and even his relatives would be implicated.

"Go to the housekeeper and get a thousand taels and tell me about this matter. If those people can't kill him, I will ask my father to take action! He will definitely not stand idly by this time." The young man stabbed the long sword in his hand. In the scabbard, he turned around and stared at the thin man with bloodshot eyes.

The thin man nodded in agreement after hearing the words, and cold sweat slowly dripped down his forehead.

He already regretted a little at this time, why he waded into this muddy water in order to please the Sword Master.

At the same time, he was also a little excited. He didn't expect that the Sword Master's family was so wealthy. He took out a thousand taels in one go, and he could live a good life.

For a moment, he had mixed feelings in his heart, and he didn't know whether he was happy or regretful.

"Go away, why are you still standing here?" Seeing him stunned, the young man snorted coldly.

Hearing the young man's words, the thin man nodded quickly: "Master, I'm going to get out of here, I'm going to get out of here right now."

As he said that, he rolled on the ground and rolled out.

Seeing this scene, the young man was stunned for a moment, but then he burst out laughing and scolded: "You bitch is quite interesting, go to the housekeeper and get an extra three hundred taels, I'll give you a reward."

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!" The thin man rolled out of the door, turned back and raised his hands to the young man, with a look of joy on his face.

"Do this for me, otherwise you can use the three hundred taels to buy a coffin." The young man's face suddenly changed and became dark and unclear.

His tone was extremely calm, as if what he was saying was a trivial matter.

"Yes, young master, I will definitely handle it for you." The thin man continued to cup his hands, then turned and left.

But there was a bit of resentment in his eyes.

After he left, a servant hurried over.

"Master, the human stakes are ready, waiting for you to practice your sword." The servant walked to the door and said to the young man inside.

Hearing this, a hint of joy appeared on the young man's face. He took the long sword from the shelf and said, "Take me quickly. My Qingyue Sword has not drank blood for several days. I must sharpen my sword skills this time." .”

His face looked extremely innocent at this time, like a child encountering a toy.

"Okay, young master, come with me." The servant laughed. This young master really loves swords like crazy. If the master knew about it, he would be very happy.