Zheng Jinghuan was red-eyed, glared at the inspector in front of him, and said, "Xiao Chen has been upgraded, why didn't you inform me?"

Xiong Qifeng shrugged: "I didn't know about this at all, you personally challenged him three hours ago, didn't you notice it?"

"No!" Zheng Jinghuan shook his head.

"Then I can't blame me, I don't agree to your extra requests. He took out a stack of treasure money and stuffed it to the other party, and said: "Is it because you were accidentally injured and have a dime to do with me?" I didn't even say that you lost to Xiao Chen in one move and failed to complete the plan, but you still paid a lot of money as agreed, you should feel lucky." ”

Zheng Jinghuan took the treasure money angrily, turned around and left.

The punch he received in the ring just now, the three main meridians of Xiong's mouth were damaged, and at least two soul spirit grasses had to be absorbed to heal, at the cost of 1,200 yuan.

And he was here in Xiong Qifeng, and he only earned 1,000 guan, and he didn't even pay enough for medicine, so he paid 200 guan.

Early the next morning, Xiong Qifeng left here in a high-profile manner, and the camp owner and the three deputy camp owners saw him off in person.

When the little marquis who was having breakfast heard about this, he immediately asked, "Fatty, what did you say was the name of the inspector?"

The fat man replied: "Xiong Qifeng, it is said that he is a disciple of the Tongshan Sect, and the status of the patrol envoy should not be low, otherwise the camp master and deputy camp master will not personally send him." ”

Xiong Qifeng of the Tongshan Sect should be Xiong Xijian's nephew, Yan Feng and Lin Shan, who were killed by the little marquis in Xuangao County, should be his junior disciples.

"I remembered that he was Xiong Qiwei's cousin. Liu Fei'er said.

That's strange, the Xiong family once conspired with Nanpihou to seize the Xiao family's mine, and the two sides had already become a fire and water, and Xiao Chen made Xiong Qiwei lose face at the Six Cities Competition. Even if he didn't know that his uncle and cousin died at the hands of the master, why didn't he take the opportunity to trouble the master when he came to the Yuzhou camp as an inspector?

This is illogical, plus Xiong Qifeng was very low-key when he came, why he was so high-profile when he left, it has to be doubted.

The little marquis kept an eye on it, and went back to his room to practice after dinner.

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.

In the most inconspicuous part of the training camp, Sun Jianming hid behind the fence, pinching his nose and making two birdsongs, which were vivid.

Three frog cries were heard on the opposite side, followed by a black figure appearing, and several ups and downs came to the outside of the fence.

"This generation of patrol officers has been taken away by me, you can change into the clothes of the cadets, and you can move around the camp at will. Sun Jianming threw down a cloth bag and said, "The next thing is up to you, remember to leave as soon as it is done, if you are found and caught, don't confess to me." ”

"Don't worry, Deputy Camp Master Sun, I know the rules of the rivers and lakes. The man in black said that he was Xiong Qifeng, the patrol envoy who left in the morning in a high-profile manner.

"It's good to know, say goodbye!" Sun Jianming turned around and left quickly.

Xiong Qifeng quickly climbed over the fence, picked up the cloth bag on the ground, dodged and hid behind the big rock, and after a while, he walked out in a student uniform.

In the dark night, it was impossible to see that he was an older student, and he would not be alerted by the patrol officers, and swaggered towards the camp of the sixth phalanx.

At a distance of six hundred meters, he stopped, took out the monocular in his pocket, and successfully found Xiao Chen's room.

The lights were on in the room, indicating that there were people inside, and all he had to do was wait until the second half of the night before acting.

Xiao Chen sat cross-legged on the chuang to cultivate, and the two leaf martial spirits were suspended about a foot above his head, and they could gather the surrounding energy, which was very practical.

Thirty-six days, he slowly opened his eyes, glanced silently in the direction of the window, and then stood up and stretched.

It was already night, so he simply cleaned up, turned off the lights and went to bed.

Xiong Qifeng lay motionless in his hiding place, stunned for two full hours, and there was still an hour at dawn at this moment, which was the most sleepy moment of the day.

He surged his spirits, slowly stood up, and walked lightly towards the dormitory area.

Approaching ten meters from Xiao Chen's dormitory, he took out a half-foot-long bamboo pipe from his coat pocket, and at the same time slowed down the speed of his feet, trying not to make any noise.

First ducked under the window, pricked up his ears, and heard the sound of even breathing coming from inside, he slowly stood up, put one end of the bamboo pipe in his mouth, and the other end reached into the room through the window, blowing out white smoke.

This is a very domineering mystery-incense, three times more toxic than cartilage, and the onset time is three times faster, as long as you inhale a few mouthfuls, the soul warrior will become soft and fall into a coma.

Blowing out the last puff of white smoke in the bamboo pipe, he squatted down again-body, and after dozens of silences in his heart, he would go through the window and enter, and kill people and goods.

10.9...... Three, two, one......

Pulling out the sharp dagger, he immediately turned over and entered, and his feet were just about to hit the ground, when he suddenly felt two yin winds blowing from his ears.

What is it?

He subconsciously lowered his head to dodge, and two green lights flashed in the darkness, which were Xiao Chen's two leaf martial spirits.

The martial soul originally went to cut his throat, but because Xiong Qiwei subconsciously lowered his head, his neck dodged, but he left two wounds on his face, which happened to form a cross.

Long before the lights went out, the martial spirit told the master that a few hundred meters away, there was a person hiding between the two big trees, and he had been peeking at this side.

If it weren't for Xiong Qifeng hiding next to the big tree, Ye Ziwu's martial soul wouldn't have noticed it at all.

When he blew the smoke just now, Xiao Chen held his breath. This kind of mystery-incense is violently toxic, but it has a fatal flaw, that is, the volatilization speed is too fast, and it can poison people within five seconds, but after five seconds, the effect of the medicine will volatilize cleanly.

To be on the safe side, Xiong Qifeng silently counted ten times in his heart before turning over and entering the window.

The sudden sneak attack directly scared him out, and while his feet hit the ground, he made a movement of turning outward, and Xiao Chen's iron fist had already smashed over.

Boom......

The fist hit Xiong Qifeng's back, and he stumbled under his feet when he was about to run wildly, but he still ran away.

The little marquis wanted to chase, but it was too late, and the guy's movements were as flexible as a rabbit, and he quickly disappeared into the night.

What was certain was the identity of the other party, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "There are assassins, catch assassins!"

The silence of the camp was broken by shouting, and the instructors, who had been asked to sleep with their ears pricked up, rushed over, and the torches were lit.

"Where is the Assassin?" asked the instructor who arrived first.

"It's already gone, it's something he left behind. Xiao Chen handed over the bamboo pipe.

The instructor took it and looked at it, then sniffed it under his nose and said, "It's a fan-incense, something commonly used by people who steal chickens and dogs, do you see the appearance of the assassin clearly?"

"See clearly, it's the patrol Xiong Qifeng!"

"What?"

A quarter of an hour later, the camp owner's office.

In addition to the camp owner with a pale face, there was also the deputy camp owner, Master Sun Yiwen, who also rushed to hear the news.

The fact that the Inspector who left in the morning actually came back as an assassin at night sounds so unreliable.

Xiao Chen Zhengse said: "The student has indeed seen clearly, it is Xiong Qifeng." ”

"What can be proven?" the camp master asked in a deep voice, this is not a trivial matter, if there is no evidence, it will definitely cause a storm to characterize the patrol as an assassin.

"I was left with a cross-shaped wound on his face. Xiao Hou Ye smiled: "The wound is very deep, it can't heal in a moment, and even if it heals, it will leave obvious scars, this is the evidence." ”

The camp owner frowned and said, "I will have someone to investigate this matter, when Xiong Qifeng left in the morning, there was no scar on his face, if there was really an extra cross-shaped wound or scar, the assassin was him! But if not, you must bear the charge of false accusation." ”

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