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Moreover, it was already near noon. The summer sun was scorching the skin. Most of the pedestrians walked in the shade of the trees, and the carriages and horses moved slowly.

This person was dressed in a refined and refined manner, and looked like a scholar. Why would he let his horse gallop in the scorching sun?

Seeing this, Song Xuan immediately became suspicious of the Knight. Even though the bundle was wrapped in a cloth bag, he could not tell what it was. But it felt like a human form.

He originally wanted to use the Minor Teleportation Steps to chase after it, but in broad daylight, he was afraid that it would shock the world. With that thought in mind, he immediately turned around and returned to the Guanyin Temple.

He mounted an old horse that his servant Song Shou rode on and followed the road to Mao Mountain.

The horse was too old to run, and since it was Song Xuan's first time riding a horse, he wasn't used to it. He was extremely anxious, but he could only grit his teeth in anger.

However, since he had already run far away and couldn't abandon his old horse, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and let the old horse continue onward.

Finally, the town was in sight.

In the town, there was only a long and narrow street. There were quite a few shops and restaurants on both sides of the street.

At this moment, it was time for him to rest. There were many carriages and horses parked in front of the shop, and the inside of the shop was filled with people.

Song Xuan looked around but did not find the Colt of the Bloodthirsty Dragon, nor did he find any horses to sell.

At the same time, his stomach was rumbling with hunger. However, saving a life was like putting out a fire. How could he allow himself to delay any longer?

He pondered for a moment before dismounting. He walked in front of a restaurant, intending to buy some steamed buns.

He dismounted and walked into the restaurant. When the waiter saw that he was dressed extravagantly and had a handsome appearance, he quickly bowed and invited him to take a seat.

Song Xuan suddenly discovered that in front of the shop, there was a glossy, jet-black horse with black fur all over.

His heart couldn't help but beat quickly. He immediately asked the shop assistant, "Lad, whose horse is that? Can you ask the owner if he's willing to sell it?"

Then, he continued, "I have something urgent to do. I'm in a hurry. Prepare a bag of steamed buns for me!"

When the shop assistant heard that he wanted to buy a horse and didn't want to eat, all he wanted was some steamed buns. He couldn't help but look extremely displeased.

Seeing this, Song Xuan became anxious and immediately asked respectfully, "May I ask, who is the elder brother who owns the Black Colored Horse outside? Will you give it to me? "

Although his words were spoken casually, everyone in the restaurant could hear them clearly.

Instantly, the noise faded away, and everyone's gazes shot towards Song Xuan who was standing outside the door.

At the same time, on the table close to the window, a burly looking man suddenly stood up. With a fierce-looking face, he pierced his back with a Five Ghost Head Severing Blade, and with a fierce look, he stared at Song Xuan, and bellowed: "The Wutu Horse is indeed my mount, if you want to buy it, how much can you afford it?"

The burly man dressed in tight clothes had an overbearing attitude. Some of the customers in the restaurant couldn't help but feel sorry for Song Xuan.

Song Xuan was born with a pure and kind nature, so he didn't believe him at all. He reached out and took out a small dragon pearl, holding it on his palm and said, "Can I exchange this pearl for your Black Leopard Horse?"

When the customers in the restaurant saw this, they couldn't help but burst into a commotion. They never would have thought that the inconspicuous young man in front of them would have such a priceless dragon pearl. From what he saw in his arms, there must be quite a few dragon pearls on his body.

When the big guy saw this, he could not help but be startled, then immediately turned his fierce eyes towards the sky and laughed out loud: "This old man is incomparably handsome, traveling thousands of miles in a day, walking 800 miles in the night, and you actually want to exchange it with a bead. Boy, you really know how to take advantage of me!"

When Song Xuan heard this, he immediately took out the small bag containing the dragon pearls. He poured out another dragon pearl and waved the two dragon pearls in his hands: "How about one more?"

The burly man chuckled coldly and strode forward. He grabbed the two dragon pearls in Song Xuan's hands and said: "Good, good!"

Song Xuan listened to him. He turned around and took the steamed bun from the waiter. Then, he gave him a piece of silver and walked out of the restaurant.

However, the burly man took advantage of his surprise and grabbed his right shoulder and shouted, "Brat!" "Obediently hand over the bag of beads. You can ride as much as you want, or …"

Before he finished his sentence, his face revealed an evil grin, and he increased his strength by a few dozen percent.

Song Xuan could not help but say angrily: "Hey! How can you go back on your word! Didn't we already agree to that just now! Would you like me to exchange two Dragon Pearls for your black panther horse? " He paused and continued, "Since you are unwilling to exchange, then give me back the dragon pearl!"

With that, he turned around and faced the burly man. The distance between the two was less than three feet.

The burly man had used seventy percent of his strength to block Song Xuan's vital points.

This Jianjing Acupuncture Point was one of the thirty-six Death Acupuncture Points in the human body. No matter if one was a top-notch expert in the Martial Arts Forest, once the Jianjing Acupuncture Point was locked down, one's body would become paralyzed and lose their mobility.

"There is an unwritten rule in the martial arts world. If one is not a life-and-death enemy, he or she should fight and avoid grabbing his or her Jianjing Acupuncture Point."

It was known that the tight-uniformed man was extremely vicious.

The burly man in the tight suit thought that it was already foolproof enough to hold the youth's Clavicle Acupuncture Point. However, the five kids only turned around slightly and then broke free of his five fingers. How could they do it if they didn't have peerless martial arts on them?

However, the tight-uniformed man was obsessed with wealth. Not only did he not stop when he saw something good, he could not help but shout out in anger when he heard this. "Kid, you're courting death!"

As soon as he finished, "Hu!" A punch with a black tiger's defeated heart headed straight for Song Xuan's chest.

When the customers in the restaurant saw this, they couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Others closed their eyes, unwilling to see the miserable state of Song Xuan being sent flying.

Just as the tight-uniformed man's right fist was about to hit Song Xuan's chest, Song Xuan saw his left hand slowly lift up. It seemed slow but was actually swift. He gently raised two of his fingers and caught the tight-uniformed man's right wrist.

This move was fast, confident, and without any trace of anger. The big man's punch was as fast as lightning and full of strength.

Unexpectedly, this unknown youth in front of him lightly flicked his finger. Not only did he lose all of his strength, he couldn't even withdraw his finger when he wanted to.

He could not help but become angry from the embarrassment and shouted loudly. Instead of retreating, he charged forward and used his left hand to slash at Hua Shan. With a 'hu' sound, he struck at Song Xuan's head.

Due to his anxiety to save others, Song Xuan did not want to get entangled with him and wanted him to retreat.

To think that the other party was still overestimating himself and did not know when to advance and when to retreat. He harrumphed in anger and threw his two fingers outwards!

The burly man in tight clothing let out a roar like a pig being butchered. His left fist was suddenly powerless and drooped down. His whole body was numb with pain as he immediately squatted down.

Song Xuan was truly shocked by his scream. He quickly let go of two of his fingers and retreated five feet.

As he focused his eyes, he saw the burly man holding onto his right leg as he slowly stood up. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead as he glared at him.

Seeing this, Song Xuan knew that he had been injured and could not help but smile apologetically as he asked, "How are your injuries?" It's okay, right? Do you want to change the horses?

Hearing that, the big fellow thought that Song Xuan was mocking him, and laughed sinisterly: "You are truly a master in martial arts, who knows where you are from? I, Phantom Head Blade Fan Yupeng, will remember this in my heart. If fate wills us to meet again in the future, I will definitely kowtow to you and use my best moves. "

This person was the newly risen martial arts world's ghost blade, Fan Yupeng. He was an expert at handling the five ghosts' severed heads, and was extremely vicious. He roamed Phoenix City and River City, specifically roping out travelling and robbing escort vehicles.

Song Xuan was simply "the first time a lady has gone on a bridal sedan". He knew where Fan Yupeng came from.

However, he caught a glimpse of a change in the tone of some of the diners and knew that he must not be a decent man.

If he said his real name, he might not be afraid of him. However, if he found the address of their home and suddenly killed them while they were gone, wouldn't that be harming the Song Family?

As his mind reached this point, Song Xuan's eyes turned and for a moment, he calculated what he should do. Then, he smiled and said:

"I am from the capital of the Upper Sky. I am a nobody from the martial arts world. If you wish to take revenge on me in the future, Brother Fan, we will meet again in the martial arts world for the important matters that have occurred today. I am grateful for that."

With that, he cupped his hands towards Fan Yupeng and strode out of the restaurant. He mounted a horse and led his horse out of the town.

Phantom Head Blade Fan Yupeng looked at Song Xuan's fading figure and could not help but feel puzzled. He had never thought that there was someone like Supreme Mystery in the martial arts world.

However, since he was defeated by Song Xuan, he had no face to stay here any longer.

Since he had already eaten his fill, there was no need for him to linger any longer. After he finished thinking, he turned around and glanced at Li Jun. His gaze was fierce, scaring a large group of customers into not even daring to breathe.

Seeing this, he seemed to be very satisfied with his display of power. He sneered, touched his stomach, and without even paying for the food or wine, swaggered out.

Seeing him act so maliciously, the shop assistant could only admit that he was unlucky, and did not even dare to collect the money for the food and wine anymore.

Song Xuan mounted his black horse and galloped out of the town. The black horse was indeed a famous horse. It was fast and stable when running, unlike the old horse he had previously ridden. It was slow and difficult to ride.

Thinking of this, he turned around to look at the old horse.

He saw that it was already panting heavily and spitting white foam.

Angry and amused, he reined the reins and looked around. Not far away, three farmers were resting in the shade.

He could not help but think of something. He immediately rode his horse over and bowed to one of them. "Uncle, how about I temporarily keep this old horse at your house?"

The farmer was about forty years old and had an honest face. When he saw a teenager dressed in luxurious clothing asking him a question, he immediately stood up and replied, "Okay, okay!"

When Song Xuan heard this, he immediately handed over the reins of the horse and gave him a silver coin. He then asked about the man's residence and how he was cutting off the horse's head. Suddenly, he remembered something and continued to ask, "Three uncles, was there a young man just now riding a snow-white horse?"

The farmer took the silver ingot and weighed it in his hand. It was about six or seven folds. He was already grateful, so after thinking for a while, he said, "No!" Young master, the three of us have been working here since morning and we have never left. We have never seen this young master before.

The last thing he said was to his companion, and the other two farmers shook their heads.

Song Xuan was immediately disappointed when he saw this.

Another thirty year old young farmer suddenly shouted, "Heh, heh, I've seen one before. He was riding a white horse and dressed like a husband. He, he must be the husband's brother!"

Song Xuan was elated when he heard this. He smiled and shook his head, casually tossing him a piece of silver as he said, "Thank you. Then, where is he heading to?"

The farmer happily picked up the silver and stared at the ingot in a daze.

Without even looking, he casually gestured in the direction that Song Xuan had wanted to go earlier.

Song Xuan said: "Thank you!" He immediately turned the horse around. He shook the reins and clamped both his legs together. The horse gave a long cry as it turned its hooves and galloped down the road. In an instant, it had run out of manpower.

Song Xuan galloped along the official road for fifty to sixty miles without stopping, but there was still no sign of him. He could not help but think: "Although that fellow is a Ferghana Horse, but his own Black Colored Horse is also extraordinary. Even if there is some delay in the middle, it should not be too far away. With that thought in mind, he immediately slowed down his horse and asked the passersby about it. He asked them about it all the way down, but none of them said he had seen anything …

He could not help but feel dejected. He had never thought that he would be so stupid as to not find a single thief after entering the martial world.

Looking at the sky, the sun was already setting. There were old crows everywhere, and it was already dusk.

Song Xuan helplessly turned his horse around and sped towards the small town that he had just passed by.

In less than a moment, they had already rushed into the town, and the inhabitants of the town had long since spread the news of what had happened in the afternoon.

At this moment, when they saw him come back listlessly, the people on the street all stopped and whispered to each other with gazes of surprise and suspicion.

Song Xuan didn't mind at all as he dismounted in front of a hotel on the left.

He stepped into the shop and quickly scanned the surroundings. It seemed that it was already past dinner time, and the customers were very sparse. It was only two or three tables away.

Song Xuan found a table near the window and sat down. When he saw the people in the restaurant, they all looked at him with a strange expression.

Pretending not to know anything, he waved the shop assistant over.

The servant had already heard that the young man in extravagant clothing not only had a short amount of money on him, he also had a very generous hand. Therefore, when he saw him holding out his hand to him, he immediately began to laugh. He hurried over to serve her.