I Am a Magic Sword

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update I am the latest chapter of a magic sword!Ten days later, seventeen found Hu commander and cut the candle in his palm into six pieces five times in front of him.

Commander Hu's cigarette choked into his throat. He coughed and touched his seventeen intact left hand and asked, "Wouldn't your kid carry my secret practice in secret?"

"No!"

In order to prove his innocence, 17 put the candle on his arm and cut it in two without hesitation.

Hu Tongling took a sip of tea and smiled, "That's forging body exercises!"

Seventeen bit his chin tightly, his face flushed.

He directly took Hu Tongling's thick hand and said, "Lord Lord, lend you a hand!"

"Wait, wait!" Hu Tongling said quickly. "My old bone can't stand your toss, change something else!"

Something else?

In the hurry of seventeen, without tofu, he glanced at Hu Tongling's room and then rushed directly to the flower pot in the window.

I didn't know what kind of flower was planted in the pot, only two young leaves were picked.

After pinching off a young leaf, he did not notice the twitching muscles on Hu Tongling's face and pressed the candle directly onto the young leaf.

There was no accident, the candle became two segments, leaving no trace on the tender leaves.

"Did I pass the test, command the lord?"

"Passed, passed!" Hu Tongling said distressedly, "If I don't let you pass, I'm afraid that I will grow the leaves of the Bauhinia that will be picked up."

"I do not know……"

"Okay, it's okay, just come with me!"

Hu Tongling limped and walked on the front leaning on the iron crutches, followed by seventeen quietly, and did not help him.

On the horse-drawn carriage, they came to the city's main palace. Hu Tong entered through the small door with seventeen ties. After seven bends and eight turns, they came to an office room in which a middle-aged man dressed as a reader held a brush and stared at the table. Thick stack of paper, frowning and thinking about something seriously.

"Chen Shusheng, my old Hu is here!" Hu Tongling went directly and shouted.

"Hu Lao Gui?" the middle-aged man known as Chen Shusheng surprised, "What are you doing here?"

"Of course I came to ask you to do things, otherwise I can still ask you to drink?" Hu Tongling seems to know each other very well. He doesn't regard himself as an outsider at all. He casually took a chair and sat down, pointing to the ten standing next to him. Seven said, "His name is Lan XVII. The great guy I cultivated is very outstanding."

Chen Shusheng looked at 17 and nodded: "It does look good, but it looks very strong."

Seventeen bowed his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"He has encountered a bottleneck in practicing "War Sword Art" and needs to accumulate murderous energy. If he wants to be an executioner, I will take him to find you!"

"It's not necessary to be a killer to accumulate murderousness?" Chen Shusheng said, "You can bring him a few people from the prison!"

"He wanted to cultivate "War Sword Art" to completion, and the ghost knew how many people he needed to kill!" Hu Tongling explained. "He has been very reassuring since he was a child. He has been diligent in his cultivation. He is about to leave this year. This is the first time he asked me. I also think that he is stronger and can earn me some face in the future and live better, so I came to find You help, you just say it, can you help?"

Seventeen lowered his head, Chen Hao saw his eyes flushed and tears flashed, but he still tried his best not to let the tears fall.

This guy's tears are a bit low!

But Chen Hao doesn't care, as long as he can cut people, he can also cry and cut!

"Of course, it's not difficult to help!" Chen Shusheng smiled. "Anyway, the executioner's position is not sought-after, and seventeen can be regarded as people in the Blue House, no one will object."

"Relax, he taught me. Swordsmanship is very good. Except for those complicated execution methods, beheading is absolutely capable!"

The two quickly agreed that, as if there was a prisoner in need of execution, they would send someone to notify 17 the day before.

On the way back, the carriage was quiet.

Commander Hu shouted in a low voice: "Seventeen."

"Master Lord?"

Hu Tongling stared at him and said, "It's killing, sometimes it's addictive. You have to stop it."

Seventeen is puzzled.

Hu Tongling continued: "If you kill a lot, you will accumulate a lot of murderous energy. The murderous spirit is a double-edged sword that hurts others and hurts yourself. In general, the harm is greater than the benefit. You have to know this."

"why?"

"Strong murderousness can make some mentally weak opponents lose their resistance, but as a warrior, if the murderousness is too heavy and does not exceed the mind of ordinary people, it will affect the future of martial arts!" Hu Tongling continued to explain, "It will be easier than ordinary martial arts. When you break into the devil, especially when you break through the innate, there is a level of the devil. The more murders, the stronger the devil. Many demon warriors and soldiers fall at that level. You must remember to do your best!"

"Well!" Seventeen nodded seriously, and then asked, "The murderousness is very heavy, and successfully broke through to become an innate warrior?"

"They are definitely stronger than ordinary innate warriors!" Hu Tongling said slowly. "For example, Master Zhenbeihou!"

Chen Hao listened to Hu Tongling and remembered his only innate swordsman.

Did Fu Yuanming pass the Demon Pass?

He didn't know.

"Master Sword Spirit, is it true that the commander said the truth?" Seventeen asked after leaving Commander Hu.

Chen Hao replied: "It should be true, will you give up using the red blood sword?"

"will not!"

Yiyang City, as the military and economic center in the northern part of the South Yunnan, has a city size, jurisdiction and population far exceeding that of Iron Stone City.

Compared with Yiyang City, Iron Stone City is a backcountry.

Even if Yiyang City has the Golden Armor and the Lanjia guard, there are still many people who need to be punished!

After all, the world is respected by martial arts, and the folk customs are extremely aggressive. Under the management of the blue family who came from the goalkeeper, the law is still stricter than ordinary cities.

It turned out that although the executioner had some relationship in the city, after all, the seventeen were slaves of the Lan family, and Hu Tongling helped him, so he easily took over all the tasks.

"Will this raw melon egg beheaded?" Tu Yidao was shirtless, revealing a white fat, and said with a disdainful tone, "Have you killed anyone before? If you vomited directly on the scaffold, then we Yi Yang Cheng Ke becomes a joke!"

Seizing money is like killing a parent.

Beheading is the majority of the executioner's gray income. He was robbed by the seventeen. It is strange that Tu Yidao can have a good face for him!

Besides, seventeen is just a house servant of Lan Fu, Tu Yidao is not afraid of him yet.

Today's task is not light!

He is just looking at jokes!

Some soldiers were a little suspicious looking at the young seventeen, too young, and always seemed unreliable.

Yiyang City is a military fortress in the north. Even the city guards are veterans who retired from the battlefield. If the executed executioner vomited on the scaffold, it was indeed a shame.

"No problem!" Seventeen was confident.

"Humph, hope!" Tu Yidao said, "Don't blame me for not reminding you that all of us in Yiyang City are grumpy. If you don't perform well, you will probably be stepped down!"