Chapter 62
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Feng Jiu's lips curled into an evil smile when he saw the figure running away.
"Since you've come, don't even think about going back alive!"
As soon as her voice fell, a red figure flashed out and swept towards the two men like a ghost in the night. The dagger in her hand reflected a bloodthirsty cold light in the night. In the next moment, her figure swept past the two men, and blood splashed out. The two men who were running away instantly froze and fell straight into the courtyard.
"Bang, bang!"
There were no signs of fighting, and no one was alerted. The four black market mercenaries died quietly at her hands …
Fengjiu stood against the wind and squinted at the four corpses in the courtyard. His eyes moved slightly.
In addition to practicing Dark Force, a Profound Warrior also needed martial arts techniques. Only by combining the two could a Profound Warrior's strength be unleashed. Her Qi had already reached the Initial Stage of the Black Realm. Plus, she was good at assassination and fighting. Dealing with these Profound Warriors in this small town was not a problem.
However, if she left this town, she would need to improve her strength again. Otherwise, if she met someone stronger than her one day, she would only be at their mercy.
Jumping into the courtyard, she walked over to the corpses and rummaged through them. She only found the same black card on each of them. On it were the words "Black Market Mercenaries".
"Black Market?"
She murmured in a low voice, searching for information about the Black Market in her mind.
However, Feng Qingge obviously did not come into contact with this kind of thing in the past. There was very little information about the Black Market in her mind.
"It seems that I need to go take a look at the Black Market." She smiled and took out the medicinal liquid she had concocted in the afternoon from the space and sprinkled it on the four corpses.
With a sizzling sound, the four corpses emitted white bubbles and light smoke and quickly turned into a pool of blood. Only the wrinkled black clothes were left there …
The next day.
Guan Xilin rubbed his neck and walked out. He wondered why he had slept so soundly last night.
When he looked up, he saw Fengjiu practicing soft fist techniques in the courtyard. He couldn't help but grin. "Xiao Jiu, this fist technique isn't supposed to be practiced like this."
As he spoke, he came to her side and steadily got into a horse stance. "Look, when you're boxing, you have to be steady. You have to clench your fists tightly and punch with force. You have to shout out loud so that all the strength in your body will be channeled into your fists. Only then will your fists be powerful. If you're like you, you'll be knocked down with one punch."
At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten how fearless she was when she faced the wolf pack alone, and how ruthless she was when she reaped lives like an Asura.
He only remembered that she was a girl, a fifteen-year-old girl. Even if she had a fierce and strong side, in his heart, she was just a little sister that needed his protection.
Hearing his words, Fengjiu couldn't help but laugh. "Brother, that fist technique of yours is for a man to practice. It uses strength. My fist technique uses borrowed force to counter force. It uses four taels to lift a thousand catties."
As she spoke, she seemed to remember something and asked, "Brother, I remember you said that you're practicing your Guan Family's technique, right?"
"That's right, it's the Guan Family's technique. Xiao Jiu, do you want to learn it? Brother will teach you. "
She smiled and shook her head. "No, I have a scroll that's very suitable for you to practice." She handed him the Universe Pouch that had already been removed from her soul imprint.
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