The Young Ranger Jiang Yin

Two men were drinking. ...

One is romantic and unrestrained, the other is bohemian, both have temperaments that are easy to remember.

That elegant and handsome man had another very obvious feature, that was that he had a beard, and it was a beard that was trimmed as beautifully as his eyebrows.

There is no one in the world who does not know this pair of beards, and there is no one who does not know the owner of this pair of beards.

This person is none other than Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows, and the one next to him is none other than his good friend Sikong Zhaixing, who is also known as the king of thieves.

"Lu Xiaoji, this capital city is really going to be in chaos. Look at those Jinyiwei, they are biting people everywhere like mad dogs."

Sikong Zhaixing complained while drinking.

"Wei Zhongxian is doomed. No matter how much he tries, it's useless. The affairs of the court have always been so ruthless."

The corners of Lu Xiaofeng's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a bit of disdain.

"This capital city is not fun, with all the fighting and killing. It's boring. I'm ready to leave." Sikong Zhaixing drank another glass and stood up to leave, but he saw that Lu Xiaofeng had no intention of seeing him off. It seemed that he was looking at something seriously, so he couldn't help but move forward.

"What are you looking at? I'm about to leave, and you're not going to say a word?"

“I found an interesting person.”

"Where where?"

Sikong Zhaixing asked curiously.

"Look at the young man in white who turned and left. He walked very steadily and lightly. His Qinggong is very strong."

"Eh... it seems to be true. This kid looks quite young, but I didn't expect his Qinggong is so advanced. I've never heard of such a powerful young man in the martial arts world. Which sect is this new disciple from?"

"I don't know. But I really want to meet him. Sikong Zhaixing, do you want to take a gamble?"

Speaking of this, Sikong Zhaixing immediately became interested.

"Okay, okay, what's the bet?"

"Let's bet on whether you can steal this man's purse without being caught by him."

"Hey, are you looking down on me? Even though he looks capable, his skills are definitely not as good as mine. If I go all out, he definitely won't be able to catch up with me."

"Then how much strength do you plan to use?"

"Thirty percent, no more."

"Okay! It's a 30% win, 30% win! If you lose, you have to catch 100 crickets for me within one day, how about that?"

"no problem!"

Sikong Zhaixing rubbed his hands together, full of confidence, then went downstairs and walked towards Jiang Yin.

But Lu Xiaofeng looked like he was watching a show.

In terms of lightness skills, he and Sikong Zhaixing are on par with each other, but in terms of eyesight, he thinks he is slightly better than Sikong Zhaixing.

If one only looks at the footsteps, Sikong Zhaixing's 30% strength is indeed not something Jiang Yin can catch up with.

But from Jiang Yin's breathing, he could tell that the internal skills this person practiced were not simple.

The stronger the internal strength, the greater the help it will provide to Qinggong.

This is why many masters do not have any powerful lightness skills, but the speed of their lightness skills is no slower than that of masters of lightness skills like Sikong Zhaixing.

Because their internal strength is strong enough.

In this situation, Lu Xiaofeng felt that Sikong Zhaixing would lose.

But he also didn't expect that Jiang Yin could actually counter Sikong Zhaixing.

Of course, this was due to Sikong Zhaixing's carelessness, but the strength and speed of his fingers were enough to impress Lu Xiaofeng.

At this moment, Lu Xiaofeng felt that the young man in front of him was definitely worth making friends with.

"Lu Xiaoji, please stop making sarcastic remarks."

Sikong Zhaixing said dissatisfiedly.

"Hahaha!"

After Lu Xiaofeng had laughed enough, he bowed slightly to Jiang Yin and said, "My dear brother, I'm very sorry. My friend just wanted to play a joke on you and test your Qinggong skills. He didn't mean any harm.

His name is Sikong Zhaixing, he is a thief with some bad habits. You are a magnanimous person, so don't bother with him. We just want to find an excuse to make friends with you."

Lu Xiaofeng's words were full of sincerity and his attitude was very strong.

With his and Sikong Zhaixing's martial arts, there was actually no need for them to be so polite to Jiang Yin, but he still did so, obviously because he really wanted to make friends with Jiang Yin.

And at this moment Jiang Yin was indeed a little surprised.

Although he guessed that the identity of the man in black in front of him was not simple, so he used the Six Doors to scare him, but he did not expect that this man would be the king of thieves.

His reputation in the martial arts world is far greater than that of Bai Zhantang. Among his peers, only the thief Chu Liuxiang can compete with him.

What surprised him even more was the handsome man with four eyebrows who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Lu Xiaofeng!

A legendary figure in the world.

It would be a pity if you don't know such a person.

Upstairs in Qinghe Tower, three people were already sitting at a table.

Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved and there is no deep hatred, turning hostility into friendship is naturally the best option.

"Brother Jiang, your Qinggong is really good, but your cultivation is still a little too low. Wait until you become a Grandmaster, and then we'll have another competition."

Sikong Zhaixing was not a stingy person. Although he had just been acupunctured by Jiang Yin and was unable to move and was frightened, he did not bear a grudge at all at this time and even regarded him as a good opponent.

After all, there are only a few people in this world who can make him take notice of their lightness skills.

One more is a good thing.

"My Qinggong is no match for Brother Sikong's. I'm lucky you showed mercy just now, otherwise I would have no chance of winning."

Jiang Yin smiled.

"If you lose, you lose. There's no need to show mercy. With my level of cultivation, I lost even though I didn't beat you at 30% of my strength. If I were your age, I would have lost even more miserably."

Sikong Zhaixing said nonchalantly, poured himself a bowl of wine and drank it.

"I wonder what sect or school Brother Jiang is from? I've never seen such light skills before. Just now I saw you use the Sunflower Point-Acupuncture Hand. Could you be from the Sunflower Sect?"

Lu Xiaofeng asked curiously.

He has always been very curious, and when he encounters something he is curious about, he will naturally ask a few more questions.

"I am not from the Sunflower Sect. I learned this acupoint pressing method by chance. Not long ago, I became a disciple of a master. His name is Tiegu Mo'e Mei Niansheng."

Lu Xiaofeng was a little surprised when he heard this.

"So he is the disciple of Mr. Tiegu Mo'e. No wonder he is so talented."

In the martial arts world, the benefits that a good master can bring to people are unimaginable.

If you come from a prominent family, people will have a good first impression of you.

But if you are a disciple of an evil cult, you will easily be regarded as an evil person and looked at with disgust.

The so-called Jianghu is also a place of fame and fortune.

"I am ashamed. I have only been a disciple for a short time, so I dare not say that I am the master's best disciple. I just hope that when I travel around the world, I will not bring disgrace to his reputation, which will be a blessing."

Jiang Yin said modestly.

Looking at Jiang Yin, who looked just as good as himself and had a gentlemanly air, Lu Xiaofeng felt that he suited his taste more and more.

"I wonder what Brother Jiang is doing in the capital?"

Lu Xiaofeng asked curiously.