Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow.

Chapter 117: Killing on the Road, Taking the Bow
On the street, Shen Qing didn't want to have a conflict with others. It was better to have less trouble than more, so he gave the other party a way out, hoping that a big thing could be resolved into a small one.

He doesn't mind letting the other party go as long as the silver is returned.

Unfortunately, the other party obviously misunderstood his intention and thought he was weak and could be bullied.

The man caught by Shen Qing said with a slick smile: "Oh, I'm so sorry, I accidentally bumped into your tree. I promise to pay attention to the road next time. Please don't be angry with me, I will return your things to you now."

Shen Qing had a blank expression on his face and was about to let go.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed across the face of the man opposite. His other hand quietly reached to his waist, pulled out a dagger and stabbed it fiercely at Shen Qing.

Among the pickpockets in Taiping County, there are almost no good people.

For them, money is more important than life.

When they were pushed into a corner, they killed him on the spot without any hesitation.

This is the delicious meal I am eating.

Shen Qing had already keenly noticed the difference in the man in front of him. His blood surged throughout his body, and his Dragon Roar Iron Shirt was subconsciously activated.

All the muscles in the body suddenly became as tight as iron, and a layer of transparent film attached to the skin.

Clang!
A crisp sound came from Shen Qing's skin.

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

He already felt that he had offended a tough guy today, so he quickly pulled his hand away and wanted to escape.

Unfortunately, his arms seemed to be fixed by Shen Qing and did not move no matter how he struggled.

The pickpocket's heart suddenly began to panic. He seemed to have smelled the scent of death and his scalp went numb.

Shen Qing grinned and said, "I've already given you a chance, why are you forcing me?"

"what?"

Shen Qing pointed his finger and Lingfeng Finger was activated instantly.

boom!
The clothes on his back exploded instantly, emitting a cloud of blood mist.

The pickpocket looked down in disbelief, only to see that a hole as big as a bowl had been made on his chest due to Shen Qing's finger.

There was no blood gushing out of the wound.

Because it’s already cooked.

The pink flesh inside curled up, with white and brown flesh sandwiched on top of it, completely blocking the blood vessels.

The pickpocket was about to let out a shrill scream, but Shen Qing was quick to cover his mouth and nose, muffling his voice in his throat.

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

The pickpocket was breathing heavily, exhaling more than inhaling, like a dead mouse, and gradually became motionless.

Seeing another vibrant life disappear in front of him, Shen Qing sighed heavily: "Every time I see you like this, I always feel inexplicably sad."

Shen Qing looked around and made sure that there was no one around who was following him or willing to report to the police. He then quickly took away the things the pickpocket had stolen and returned to the main road.

Then he walked down the street like nothing happened.

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

In good condition.

"Judging from his strength, that man should also be a martial artist, but he hasn't yet mastered the art. He has only condensed his Qi and blood. Even so, he can't hurt me at all. Although the Dragon Roar Iron Shirt is difficult to practice, the rewards it brings are still considerable."

Shen Qing muttered to himself, "With the power of Lingfeng Finger and Jiuzhuan Xuan Gong, it would be effortless for me to kill such a person. 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 aside these insane thoughts, Shen Qing walked towards the shop of Master Ruan according to the route he remembered.

Ruanjia Kiln Shop.

The old door was half-open.

Before Shen Qing got close to the Ruan family shop, he could clearly hear the "clang clang" sound of hammers hitting anvils from afar, crisp and powerful.

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

At this time, the flame in the furnace was jumping, illuminating the entire shop red.

The craftsman, who is nearly middle-aged, is sweating profusely as he swings the hammer in his hand. Every movement seems to be done with ease, and he blends into this world of iron and fire.

There were a few apprentices nearby, pulling the bellows with great effort, helping out.

Shen Qing stepped forward, clasped his fists, and said, "Master Ruan, is my fifty-stone bow ready?"

Hearing the noise, Ruan Chengbao glanced at Shen Qing and shouted into the house, "Girl, take out the bow and the arrows that were made."

After a while, the girl with freckles on her face who I saw last time came out with a bow and arrow in her arms.

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

Shen Qing looked down.

The fifty-stone bow held by the girl had a thick and shiny black body, all made of black iron.

On both sides of the bow, the inlaid horns and delicate textures were clearly visible, revealing 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 in his hand did not seem to be much different in weight from the other bows.

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, which had greatly increased his strength.

He excitedly grabbed the arrow the girl handed over and asked Ruan Chengbao, "Master Ruan, is there a place for you to practice archery?"

"Just try it in the backyard."

Shen Qing walked straight towards the backyard.

An apprentice leaned out and asked, "Do you think he can pull the bow? The bow is fifty stones heavy, and even though we pulled it, it didn't budge at all."

"Let's go and have a look."

The brave apprentice simply put down his work and followed.

"master……"

Ruan Chengbao put down the hammer in his hand, turned his wrist and said, "I'm tired after fighting for so long, so I'll go and relax my muscles."

After that, he also went to the backyard.

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

The girl at the side bit her lip, moved her feet, and followed the crowd silently.

The backyard of the Ruan family shop is a large open space, only about thirty meters from front to back.

In front of the front wall, there is a simple wooden target, which is probably used by Ruan Chengbao and his colleagues for bow casting and testing.

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

Next to him, Ruan Chengbao crossed his arms and watched the fun with a few of his disciples.

"Look, he's about to draw his 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 placed it on the bowstring.

He took a deep breath, and the muscles in his arms tensed. 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 the steel wire being tightened.

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

Ruan Chengbao and the apprentices around him exclaimed.

He pulled open the fifty-stone arm bow so easily.

"His cultivation must be quite high."

As the bowstring gradually became tighter, the air around them seemed to solidify, and a powerful aura emanated from Shen Qing, making people shudder.

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

The arrow cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound, heading straight for the target in the distance.

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

The arrows kept flying, and with a loud bang, they hit the courtyard wall.

boom!
A wall of the courtyard was shot down, countless pieces of rubble flew everywhere, and smoke and dust rose up.

Such a noise startled everyone present.

The scene became silent.

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

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

"You pay for the repair of the wall."

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

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

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

At this moment, Shen Qing sensed something and showed some joy.

[Skills: Archery (Minor Achievement)]

[Progress: 303/300 points]

[Status: Upgradable]

[Note: Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman should constantly strive to improve himself! Continuous practice can improve your skills and there is a certain chance of awakening your archery talent. ]

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

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