Chapter 117 Killing People on the Road and Taking the Bow

On the street, Shen Qing didn't want to conflict with others. One more thing would be better than one less thing, so he still gave the other person a step up, hoping that big things would be reduced to trivial matters.

As long as the silver is returned, he doesn't mind letting the other party go.

Unfortunately, the other party obviously misunderstood his intention and regarded him as a weak person who could be bullied.

The man caught by Shen Qing said with a smooth smile: "Oh, I'm so sorry, I accidentally bumped into your big tree. I promise to pay attention to the road next time, please don't be a bitch like me. If you have ordinary knowledge, I will return the things to you."

Shen Qing had no expression on his face and was about to let go.

A hint of cruelty flashed across the face of the man opposite him. His other hand quietly touched his waist, pulled out a dagger and stabbed Shen Qing suddenly.

In Taiping County, there are almost no good people working in the black trade of pickpockets.

For them, money is more important than life.

When they were cornered, they would kill them on the spot without any hesitation.

What I ate was this bowl of rice.

Shen Qing had already keenly noticed the difference in the man in front of him. Qi and blood surged all over his body, and the dragon's iron cloth shirt subconsciously aroused it.

The muscles all over the body suddenly tightened like iron, and a transparent film was attached to the skin.

Clang!

A crisp sound came from Shen Qing's skin.

The other pickpocket picked up the knife and saw that the tip was curled up. He was stunned for a moment.

He already felt that he had provoked a ruthless person today, so he hurriedly pulled out his hands and wanted to escape.

Unfortunately, his arm seemed to be fixed by Shen Qing, unable to move no matter how hard he struggled.

The pickpocket suddenly panicked. He seemed to have smelled the smell of death and his scalp was numb.

Shen Qing grinned and said, "I've obviously given you a chance, why do you have to force me?"

"ah?"

Shen Qing pointed and Ling Feng's Finger activated instantly.

Bang!

The clothes on his back exploded instantly, releasing a cloud of blood mist.

The pickpocket looked down in disbelief and saw that under Shen Qing's finger, a hole as big as the mouth of a bowl was opened in his chest.

There was no blood pouring out of the wound.

Because it's already cooked.

The pink flesh inside was rolled up, with white and burnt yellow sandwiched between it, completely blocking the continuation of the blood vessels.

The pickpocket was about to let out a shrill scream when Shen Qing, with quick eyes and quick hands, covered his mouth and nose, muffled his voice in his throat.

Then he grabbed his neck and dragged him into the alley.

The pickpocket was breathing heavily, with more air coming out and less air coming in. He was like a dead mouse and gradually lost his movement.

Seeing another living life disappearing in front of him, Shen Qing sighed heavily: "Whenever I see you like this, I always feel inexplicably sad."

Shen Qing looked around and made sure that no one was following or reporting to the police. He quickly took away the things stolen by the pickpocket and returned to the road.

Then he walked down the street like a normal person.

When he walked out of the street and reached a deserted place, he opened his chest and looked down at the place where the pickpocket had just stabbed him. There was not even a trace of blood.

In mint condition.

"Looking at his strength, that person should be a martial artist, but he hasn't practiced it well yet. He has just condensed some energy and blood. Even so, he can't hurt me at all. Although the Dragon Song Iron Cloth Shirt is difficult to practice, the rewards are still there. Very impressive.”

Shen Qing murmured to himself: "Coupled with the power of Ling Feng Finger and Nine Revolutions Xuan Gong, I can kill such a person with almost no effort. I just don't know what will happen if I meet a martial artist of the same level?"

For some reason, he felt an urge to try it out.

Putting away these random thoughts, Shen Qing followed the route in his memory and walked towards Ruan Kiln Master's shop.

Ruan's kiln shop.

The old door is ajar.

Before Shen Qing got close to the Ruan's shop, he could clearly hear the "dang-dang" sound of the hammer hitting the anvil from a distance, which was clear and powerful.

He quickened his pace, opened the door and walked into the shop. Suddenly, waves of heat hit his face, and the shop was filled with a strong smell of rust and burning charcoal.

At this time, the flames in the craftsman's furnace were jumping, reflecting the entire shop floor red.

The craftsman, who is almost middle-aged, is sweating profusely and swinging the sledgehammer in his hand. Every movement seems to be done with ease, integrating with the world of iron and fire.

There are several apprentices nearby who are struggling to pull the bellows and help.

Shen Qing stepped forward and clasped his fists and said, "Master Ruan, has my fifty-stone bow been cast?"

Hearing the noise, Ruan Chengbao glanced at Shen Qing and shouted into the room: "Girl, take out the bow and the prepared arrows inside."

After a while, the girl with freckles on her face whom she had seen last time came out with a bow and arrow in her arms.

She walked up to Shen Qing, looked at Shen Qing carefully with a pair of bright eyes, and said, "Here, your bow and arrow are a little heavy."

Shen Qing looked down.

The fifty-stone heavy bow held by the girl was thick and shiny, all made of black iron.

On both sides of the bow arms, the inlaid horns and delicate textures are clearly visible, exuding a sense of exquisiteness.

Shen Qing felt extremely satisfied at first glance.

He reached out and took it.

The heavy bow made of black iron was in his hand along with other bows and arrows. There doesn't seem to be much difference in weight.

Shen Qing knew that this was not a problem with the bow, but the result of his continuous improvement in cultivation over the past month, and his strength had increased a lot.

He excitedly grabbed the arrow handed by the girl and asked Ruan Chengbao: "Master Ruan, is there a place to practice archery here?"

"Just go to the backyard and try it."

Shen Qing walked straight to the backyard.

An apprentice stuck his head out and asked: "Do you think he can pull that bow? That bow is a heavy bow of fifty stones, and we can't pull it at all."

"Let's go and see and we'll know."

The courageous apprentice put down the work in his hands and followed.

"Master..."

Ruan Chengbao put down the hammer in his hand, turned his wrist and said: "I'm tired after fighting until now, so it's a good time to relax my muscles."

After that, he also followed to the backyard.

The other apprentices who didn't dare to move rashly rushed to the yard excitedly.

The girl on the side bit her lip, moved her steps, and followed behind everyone silently.

The backyard of Ruan's shop is a large open space, only about 30 meters from front to back.

In front of the front courtyard wall, there was a simple wooden target, which was probably used by Ruan Chengbao and his team to test their bows.

Shen Qing stood in front of the target, his figure was tall and straight, like a silent mountain.

Ruan Chengbao, who was standing next to him, crossed his arms and brought a few apprentices to watch the fun.

"Look, he's going to draw the bow."

Under the gaze of everyone, Shen Qing tightly grasped the fifty-stone heavy bow made of black iron with both hands, pulled out a black iron arrow, and put it on the bowstring.

He took a deep breath, his arm muscles tightened, and blue veins emerged, like countless little dragons swimming between his muscles.

Click, click, click!

Shen Qing began to pull the bowstring, and the bowstring made a sound of steel wire being tightened.

"He pulled it open, he pulled it open!"

Ruan Chengbao and the apprentices around him exclaimed.

The fifty-stone arm bow was pulled open so easily by him.

"His cultivation must be quite high."

As the bowstring gradually tightened, the air around him seemed to solidify, and a powerful aura emanated from Shen Qing, which made people shudder.

Finally, when the bowstring was pulled to the extreme, Shen Qing suddenly loosened his fingers, and the bowstring shot out with a "buzz" like an arrow from a string.

The arrow cut through the air, with a sharp whistle, and went straight to the target in the distance.

With a "whoosh", the arrow accurately pierced the center of the target, and the wooden target exploded and broke into pieces.

The arrows did not stop, and with a roar, they shot on the courtyard wall.

Boom!

A courtyard wall was directly shot down, countless broken stones flew and scattered, and smoke and dust rose.

Such a movement scared everyone present.

The scene became silent.

Even Shen Qing did not expect the power of this fifty-stone bow.

He turned his head and saw Ruan Chengbao's face was ashen.

"You pay for the repair of the courtyard wall."

After saying that, he called to the disciples around him: "Why are you all here? Don't you have anything to do?"

The disciples who came to watch the excitement dispersed in shock.

When the remaining girl looked at Shen Qing again, her eyes were filled with hazy emotions. She blushed and lowered her head and left silently.

At this moment, Shen Qing sensed something and showed a bit of joy.

[Skill: Archery (minor success)]

[Progress: 303/300 points]

[Status: can be improved]

[Note: Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives for self-improvement! Continuous practice can break through the progress of skills, and there is a certain chance of awakening the talent of archery. ]

I was too busy at work today, and I was a little sleepy. As a result, I fell asleep while writing. In addition, I wrote an extra thousand words, so I posted it late. Please forgive me, fellow readers, this is not a break.