Chapter 50 I Recognize You!

Shi Huiming frowned. After Zhao Jue came in, he also thought about who wanted to kill him. But after thinking about it, there were many people he suspected, but if he said someone was sure, there was almost no one.

Intentionally testing, Shi Huiming said in a deep voice, "Jiangnan or Shu? You can always say this, right?"

"Ghost Market" Zhao Jue didn't understand what he meant, so he simply didn't think about it. He first threw out the identity of a professional killer and blocked all the conversations. "It's better to write a suicide note and leave some benefits for future generations. Confused ghosts are all ghosts. When people die, it's like a lamp goes out. There's no benefit in knowing too much."

Shi Huiming saw that he couldn't get any words out, so he no longer hesitated. He also understood the principle that the first to strike is the strongest, and the last to strike will suffer. He put his hand on the teacup and stared at Zhao Jue motionlessly, trying to find a flaw.

"Pop" a drop of rainwater that had accumulated for a long time dripped from the eaves and fell on the stone steps. Zhao Jue slightly turned sideways to avoid the splashing water.

Opportunity! Shi Huiming made a move in an instant and threw the teacup towards Zhao Jue.

Zhao Jue dodged sideways, and his vision was blurred for a moment. Shi Huiming approached immediately and launched a horizontal punch. Zhao Jue reacted quickly and crossed his hands in front of his chest. Although he blocked it, he didn't have time to stand firm, so he retreated three steps and landed in front of the stone steps.

The drizzle was continuous, and his vision was quite disturbed. Shi Huiming naturally didn't give Zhao Jue a chance to breathe. Before Zhao Jue could stand firm, the attack was already in front of him. Shi Huiming's two punches were fierce, forcing Zhao Jue to defend, and for a moment he was dwarfed and embarrassed.

Fortunately, Zhao Jue had good experience. Although he suffered a little loss, he immediately stabilized the situation, drew a circle with his hands, separated Shi Huiming's attack, and retreated three steps to distance himself. Shi Huiming couldn't attack for a long time. He was strong at first, then weak, and exhausted. The advantage he had seized was exhausted, and he no longer had the advantage. In addition, both of them were in the rain, and even the terrain was gone. If they retreated again, they would have to pay for their momentum.

Zhao Jue was unwilling but helpless. Seeing that he was younger than himself, he would most likely be dragged to death if he dragged on.

Before he could come up with a countermeasure, Zhao Jue pushed off the ground with his back foot and quickly closed the distance. His palms were like maggots attached to his bones and directly stuck to him.

Before he could react, Shi Huiming punched out with both fists, dealing with the present first and then dealing with other things.

In the drizzle, the two of them exchanged fists and palms, shaking off a patch of rain. As Zhao Jue's fists and palms came and went, Shi Huiming stepped back step by step. When he stopped, he had already touched the stone steps. Shi Huiming pushed out his fists to block Zhao Jue's palms, shouted "Go", and used his internal energy to force Zhao Jue back, and then jumped back to the steps.

Shi Huiming on the stone steps breathed a sigh of relief, his heart was already surging. After these rounds, Zhao Jue's stride was almost unchanged, and he advanced and retreated in moderation, leisurely and contented like a walk after dinner. After a test, he was already in a state of decline. Without internal energy, he had no way to stabilize the situation.

Thinking of this, Shi Huiming took a step back as if to show weakness. "Little brother, Shi must die?"

"What do you think?" Zhao Jue's tone remained unchanged, still teasing as if he was in control.

"Alas," Shi Huiming sighed and retreated back into the house. Zhao Jue accelerated in two steps, and just as he was about to rush into the house, a flash of cold light pierced out. Zhao Jue did not dare to take it head-on, and stopped his forward body abruptly, fell back, avoided the cold light, and stared at it intently. It was clearly a long spear.

He supported himself on the ground with both hands, rolled several times in a row, avoided the subsequent stabbing gun, turned around and threw a few hidden weapons to delay time, and hurriedly stood up.

Insidious and despicable, no morals! Zhao Jue kept complaining, he was upright, but you actually launched a sneak attack to deceive me, a young man in his early twenties.

Seeing Zhao Jue standing up, Shi Huiming shouted and thrust his spear forward. His Qi was flowing at an extremely fast speed, but Zhao Jue quickly slapped him away. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, turned around and held the spear, whipping him like a whip.

Zhao Jue took two steps back to avoid the attack, but the cold spear shadow immediately came up again, not giving Zhao Jue a chance to distance himself. The attack was heavy, almost rushing to kill Zhao Jue. Zhao Jue was of course afraid of a fourth-grade, but he just had a hidden mind and wanted to kill a fourth-grade with a fourth-grade, not really risking his life.

Shi Huiming saw that he could not do anything to Zhao Jue, so he changed the spear's momentum, stabbing, picking, chopping, and swinging, all kinds of moves were poured into it, trying to kill Zhao Jue as soon as possible. And Zhao Jue naturally did as he wished, blocking with his left and right hands alternately, sticking close to the spear shaft, making Shi Huiming unable to use his strength.

Another round of entanglement, in a quarter of an hour, Shi Huiming could not get any advantage at all. On the contrary, Zhao Jue suddenly approached him several times, forcing Shi Huiming to be in a panic and retreat continuously, in a state of embarrassment.

After putting away his gun and retreating to the stone steps, Shi Huiming looked solemn and gloomy. His meticulous hair was wet by the rain and was now a mess. His hand holding the spear was a little pale, and his heart had sunk to the bottom.

On the other hand, Zhao Jue not only did not change much, but his expression became even more calm. Zhao Jue was a small fourth-grade warrior, and he was sure to defeat him. Letting him jump around a little more was considered a bodhisattva's heart.

He made a spear flower, rushed out a few steps, and took the lead to reach out and go straight to Zhao Jue's neck. Zhao Jue pressed his palm and just wanted to slap the spear away, but he didn't expect the spear to change its momentum, swinging left and right, and bounced Zhao Jue's palm away, "Haha". The true energy suddenly rioted and stabbed towards Zhao Jue's neck.

At this time, Zhao Jue's palm had just been moved away, and he had no time to block it. The cold light from the muzzle was right in front of him. There was no other way, he could only use his Qi to block the spear. He pinched the spear tip with two fingers of his left hand and said excitedly, "Boss Shi, you have great spear skills. A fourth-rank person can use his own moves to force out third-rank Qi. It's really admirable! It's a pity that you are just a wild one. Otherwise, if I give you ten years, no, eight years, you will definitely be able to reach the third rank, or even the first rank."

Shi Huiming's face changed drastically, and he was full of despair. He wanted to withdraw the spear, but found that the spear did not move at all. Instantly, he felt relieved, like a hero in his twilight years, and let go of the spear sluggishly. I know in my heart that between the fourth and fourth grades, I am almost not afraid of anyone, but there is a big mountain between the fourth and third grades. Even if the strongest fourth grade in the world kills the weakest third grade in the world, as long as the third grade wants to run away, the fourth grade will There is almost nothing you can do but look.

The moment Zhao Jiu's true energy was revealed, Shi Huiming was already devastated. With a look of helplessness, he let go of the spear and raised his hands in surrender. Thinking of being played like a dog for a few minutes, I couldn't help but laugh at myself and said, "My little brother is so kind, he actually allowed me to struggle for so long."

Hearing this helpless and sad words, Zhao restrained his energy, straightened his spear and dropped it to the ground.

"To be honest, I really don't want to kill you, because not only are you worthless, but the Cao Gang is too powerful. There are too many concerns about killing you, and I don't like it." Zhao was really angry and said with his hands behind his back despite the drizzle.

"Can I ask why you want me to die? Anyway, I won't see the sun tomorrow. I want to be sensible."

Zhao slowly pulled out the Xiuchundao from his back and held it in his right hand. "Do you need me to tell you who wants to kill you?"