The sky was gloomy. Occasionally, a bolt of lightning would flash across the sky, leaving behind an earth-shattering explosion.
This was a sign that it was going to rain.
It was also because of this that the people of the Ferocious Tiger Camp did not continue to do business without capital today. Instead, they finished work early and returned to the village. They drank wine, ate meat, and hugged women to do things they loved.
When the sky turned completely dark, heavy rain fell.
The bean-sized raindrops fell on the plants on the roof, making pitter-patter sounds.
The bandits huddled in their wooden houses and looked at the pouring rain outside. They were glad that they had returned early today.
Under the cover of the heavy rain, no one noticed that the sentry posts outside the village had been removed bit by bit. The smell of blood gradually filled the air, but it gradually faded under the washing of the rain.
Soon, a figure arrived near the Juyi Hall of the Raging Tiger Gang, where most of the bandits were gathered.
It was a young man holding an extremely sharp sword in his hand, shining in the darkness.
The rain fell, but when it met this youth, it automatically parted, as if there was an invisible umbrella above his head.
This was a symbol of extremely deep inner strength!
The young man raised his sword, and the surrounding rain seemed to be guided. Under the infusion of Qi, it turned into bullets. As the young man's sword crashed through the wooden house, it crashed into the bodies of the bandits.
Aaah! A series of screams rang out as a large number of bandits were pierced through by the raindrops that were comparable to bullets.
Blood splattered all over his body as he fell to the ground and died. The scream he let out before he died finally alarmed everyone.
The leader of the Ferocious Tiger Stockade, Xiang Yue, walked out of the hall with a frown. He saw a young man's figure flashing. Every time he swung his sword, he could slit the throat of a bandit.
There were even more bandits who were hit by the cold sword Qi from the young man's sword. Their bodies were covered in frost, and their blood froze.
And this was the last scene that the Ferocious Tiger Fort Master saw.
In the next moment, the young man who had been invincible in the crowd just a moment ago appeared beside the Raging Tiger Fort's chief. He instantly took away all his internal energy and took his life.
Nowadays, there were many experts in Jianghu. Those who dared to open a business without capital were all people with real skills.
The Raging Tiger Fort's chief's martial arts were not bad, but now that he was killed in an instant, all the bandits immediately collapsed. No one dared to resist anymore, and they all fled in all directions.
The young man did not chase after these deserters. He needed these people to spread his name.
After killing a few experts in the village, the youth casually looted some valuable things in the village. He used his sword qi to carve the word 'Xiao Le' on a stone as tall as a person and then floated away.
[System Notification: You have defeated the small faction, the Ferocious Tiger Camp. You have received experience points, reputation points, and 5,300 taels of silver.]
"You're back?" Zhong Ling said happily when she saw Xiao Le, who was dressed in white and spotless, return from outside.
This was a cave near Yan Jin. There was a bonfire in the cave, and the fragrant rabbit meat was roasted on the bonfire. Zhong Ling had prepared it before Xiao Le left.
The rabbit meat had just been roasted when Xiao Le returned after killing the people. From this, one could tell how fast he was.
Xiao Le smiled and sat down beside the bonfire. He watched as Zhong Ling tore open the freshly roasted rabbit meat and placed it on the plate.
It had been about ten days since Jiu Mozhi visited the Heavenly Dragon Temple.
In ten days, Xiao Le and Zhong Ling set off from Dali City and headed for the nearby Song Country's Imperial City.
Along the way, Xiao Le eliminated six bandit forces, big and small, like the Ferocious Tiger Camp, who were entrenched on the road and robbed for a living.
Xiao Le did not completely exterminate these bandit forces. He even left behind many fish that escaped the net.
It was not that Xiao Le did not have the ability to kill all these fish that had escaped the net, but their existence had made Xiao Le famous.
Along the way, other than gaining a lot of experience points and silver taels, Xiao Le gained the most reputation.
Many people were grateful to Xiao Le for eliminating several bandit forces that harmed the interests of merchants and the people. It also made many people in the martial arts world know of Xiao Le's martial arts and reputation.
However, this had also brought many enemies to Xiao Le. This was because these bandit forces had been able to survive for so many years. They definitely had a backer behind them. Xiao Le's actions had harmed their interests.
However, Xiao Le did not care. In the end, strength spoke for itself.
Because Xiao Le had been using the Snow House sword technique the most during this period of time, he would often condense snowflakes between his attacks. In addition, he was handsome and had an outstanding temperament, so the people of the martial arts world gave Xiao Le the title of Young Master Piaoxue.
After eliminating these six bandit forces, the large amount of experience gained pushed Xiao Le's Snow House Sword Technique and Six Pulses Divine Sword to the tenth level. They already possessed extremely powerful power.
As for the Northern Dark Divine Art, Xiao Le's main internal cultivation technique, he had also reached the ninth level under Xiao Le's self-cultivation. This also allowed Xiao Le to reach a martial arts realm that looked down on everyone else and become a second-rate expert recognized by the system.
Not only that, Xiao Le had also absorbed a lot of the skills of the bandit boss during this period of time. In total, it was close to 300 years.
Xiao Le did not refine this internal energy into his own Northern Dark True Qi. Instead, he stored it in his acupoints and saved it for the Six Pulses Divine Sword.
This could be considered a trump card that Xiao Le had left behind. At the very least, before the 300 years of cultivation that he had absorbed was used up, he could have the combat strength of a top-tier expert in the martial arts world.
While eating the fragrant roasted rabbit meat, Xiao Le smiled and said to Zhong Ling,"We will arrive at Beijing tomorrow. After we finish watching the battle between the White Cloud City Lord and Ximen Chuixue, I will bring you to the Shifting Flower Palace.”
"The Palace Master of the Flower Transferring Palace, Yao Yue and Lian Xing, are all famous experts in the martial world. Brother, are you familiar with them?”Zhong Ling asked with a smile.
As a woman, she felt honored to see her man become stronger and more awe-inspiring day by day. Therefore, she became even closer to Xiao Le. Now, Zhong Ling and Xiao Le's favorability had reached an extremely high level of 89 points.
"I don't know him, but this is the martial world." Xiao Le said calmly.
Zhong Ling was silent, then moved.
In the martial world, strength was the most important. As long as one had strength, they could get anything they wanted. Since Xiao Le did not know Yao Yue and Lian Xing, he could only use force if he wanted to obtain the ultimate technique of the Flower Transferring Palace.
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