"No, no." Xia Han simply refused.

Besides, taking you there is not looking for death.

"Wait, wait, use your brains a little, brother, your skills are very poor, you have to find a chance to train."

"Training? Do you think this is something I would do? ”

"Ah~ Speaking of which, my brother really hasn't learned a lesson."

It's also true, if you think about the strength of the opponents in the past, my cold ice fist has been successfully used, and Qian Tang, the Lingge city with the world's largest spiritual vein, is covered with the world's largest spiritual veins under the West Lake, there are too many masters here, and if you want to protect Qingyi, you can't take it lightly.

Seeing Xia Han nodding as if he was persuaded, Qingyi curled the corners of his mouth happily, "So, isn't it good to train with Sister Weiyang?" ”

At this moment, Xia Han received a call from his aunt, and after hanging up the phone, he pretended to be calm and touched Qingyi's head.

"Okay, I'll just go, then you go home and stay."

With that, he dialed the phone again.

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Ten minutes ago, in a private office on the fifteenth floor of the Qiantang Telecom Company building.

After the pendulum clock on the table rang past noon, Li Heyuan, the former branch manager of the Song family and a senior engineer of Qiantang Telecom, began to slowly wake up.

Due to the violent impact on the head, he completely woke up from the trance.

What was going on, he staggered to his feet, fell to the floor again, touched his head with his right hand, and suddenly felt slippery.

This is...... Blood.

Severe pain runs through the nerves. When he opened his eyes and found that his palms were covered in blood, he screamed. Only then did I understand what had just happened to me.

Since it was a private office and the door was locked, it was safe to avoid a surprise attack.

Li Hayuan stood up with the pain in his head, he leaned his back against the wall and looked up to see the attacker.

The open window let the wind in, and standing by the window was a woman with a short knife, wearing a white Luo skirt, with a tight turban wrapped around her head, and a blue and white face, with a delicate countenance, and fierce eyes, which looked eerie and terrifying.

Because the other party's expression was much calmer, Li Heyuan was so frightened that he couldn't hold back again and again.

"I've helped you with everything, you can go!" He shouted angrily, pointing to the door and then to the window.

The other party did not answer, but raised the short knife and walked over slowly, Kawahara wanted to reach out and pick up the monitor and keyboard on the landline or table, but no matter where the hand reached, the target object would be shredded by the short knife in an instant.

"Who the hell are you? Why ...... with Miss Song?"

She didn't answer, but approached step by step.

Kawahara finally raised his hand to remove the wall clock from the wall, and the next moment, the glass on the clock disc shattered, the hands flew out, and the woman reached out to catch the hands, and the wide sleeves slipped in the air to reveal her white arms.

Why is it so fast?

"The Broken Knife of the Surviving Ones will recognize all your offensive intentions."

And crack in advance, that is, an invulnerable defense.

He wanted to scream loudly, but the moment he opened his mouth, a cut had been made in his throat, and his limbs gradually lost strength and his consciousness gradually blurred.

The woman stabbed again, the tip of the knife deep into Kawahara's throat.

After pulling out the knife, the blood flowed from the wound, and the whole body quickly lost strength, and the person gradually lost consciousness. The woman inserted the needle through the side of her neck.

Li Heyuan wanted to use his last strength to question again, but he couldn't make a sound, and his body fell like a puppet with a broken string.

The murderer adjusted his breathing and jumped onto the windowsill while looking back at the fifth victim with cold eyes, and then jumped down.

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An hour later, on the north side of the broken bridge of West Lake, the Human Sustaining Committee was on the third basement floor.

A white training ground.

"Own-goal king, come on!" Weiyang held up a white flame sword and beckoned.

"I'm afraid you won't make it!"

Xia Han was completely unaware of Weiyang's provocative intentions, and raised his training sword and rushed forward.

Because the end of the loop of the palm and the texture of the hilt of the sword touch, the blade of the sword glows with a faint blue luster.

"That's her trick."

Weiyang's swordsmanship teacher prompted loudly, but unfortunately he was a step too late. But Xia Han has other means.

[Frost Domain, Sanhua! 】

Rustle!

Xia Han's cuffs were messed up, and then he soared into the air.

What kind of trick is this? Weiyang took a step back, but there was nothing waiting for him.

"It turns out that it's still a spell, and the sword is used as a conductor, right?"

Weiyang carefully observed the icicles flying from all directions.

[Fourth sequence.] 】

Xia Han's long-range offensive means should not be underestimated, but there is nothing he can do about this spherical air crystal that wraps his whole body.

Clang, the icicles and shields shattered into particles of light.

"Well done, Weiyang."

Seeing that the opportunity could not be missed, Xia Han immediately launched an assault towards Weiyang.

The acceleration of the charge, the injection of pure energy assistance into the knees, and the dark blue sword, the fatal blow is coming towards Weiyang with the momentum of the sky and the earth.

But at the same moment, the sword drew a spiral arc in mid-air.

Clanged and landed on the ground in the distance.

"What happened to the sword?" Xia Han stopped and froze.

If the sword is gone, it will definitely be able to defeat the junior sister who fell into a short prostration.

Looking at her arms covered with gunsmoke, the answer is there.

The physical structure of the sword body could not block the kinetic energy of the magic bullet, not to mention that the wrist was paralyzed at the moment of being hit, and the long sword was ejected on the spot.

"Alas...... "Sure enough, this cold weapon is useless."

She had practiced with Weiyang before, and Han Bing Boxing was useless to her at all, because she had never had the opportunity to get close.

You know why Master asked her to run.

Unexpectedly, the near-perfect battle plan was defeated in the hands of the junior sister. (Never won)

"Senior brother, you lost."

Weiyang walked over slowly and started the work of comfort.

"Are you comforting me?"

"It's all caused by your addiction to basketball and reasoning, Salted Fish, it looks like I'm going to have to teach you well."

For Weiyang, Xia Han's tactical level is equivalent to that of a kindergarten child, so her eyes are very gentle at the moment.

Xia Han had no intention of admitting defeat, but ...... with hatred in his eyes

Staring at the teacher in the distance.

"Teacher, swordsmanship is useless in this era, okay?"

Hearing this, Weiyang was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"What did you say?"

The teacher wearing a mask walked over slowly, and at the same time, Weiyang hurriedly tugged at Xia Han's cuffs.

What are you dragging me for, aren't you just a dojo teacher?

In just an instant, Xia Han's throat was against a silver Western sword, and his neck was already oozing blood.

I can't tell when she came out of the sword, and I can't even catch the afterimage.

Although the figure of this teacher with dropped shoulder hair is petite, and his voice is very crisp and even pleasant, his tone is full of chilling awe.

Just like she chooses her apprentices.

“…… Sorry, shouldn't say that about your profession. Xia Han solemnly apologized.

"It's okay, you can practice on your own."

The teacher turned his back and walked slowly to the door, took off his mask, shook his head, and left.

The crack in the open door shone on one of her balls, and the shadow on her neck and head shrouded in white light.

There was silence in the dojo.

Who the hell is she? So respected by Weiyang?

But there was a sense of tranquility in that gesture, and even the fear of the day was gone.

The side face that turned slightly before leaving, and the calm black eyes became eternal in that moment. The white jacket that symbolizes her swayed slightly.

Weiyang added when he saw this.

"Her name is Lu Wenzhu, and she was the number one contributor to the suppression of Aesop last year."

Xia Han suddenly smiled with satisfaction.

"What's wrong, senior brother?"

"The murderer is her."