"What the hell is ...... weather"

Outside Nanliang City, several soldiers shivered in the wind and snow.

"Wang Tou, come, warm up after drinking hot soup."

A vendor near the city gate came with hot soup and handed it to a few soldiers.

"Whew!"

After a mouthful of hot soup, several soldiers took a comfortable breath: "This ghost weather, no matter how thick you wear, there will be wind and snow drilling into your bones, it's terrible......"

The head of the soldier stationed there, a middle-aged man in his forties, rubbed his flushed face.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw snow flying in the distance, and a man came galloping on horseback.

"Is there anyone else in this weather?"

A few soldiers muttered, put down the soup bowls, and were about to block the way as usual.

"Don't move!"

Only the king's head, after looking at it for a while, did not change his face until he came to the horse and galloped a little further:

"Get out of the way!"

Call!

In the snow, a man and a horse swept by, and the wind blew several soldiers to the ground.

The people who came did not stop, went straight through the city gate hole, and the horses passed on the long street, and a few pedestrians and vendors fell to the ground, and there was a lot of chickens and dogs jumping.

"Stop!"

The soldiers got up angrily and wanted to scold, but they were stopped by the king.

"Shut up, you want to die!"

The king scolded, looked at the distant back, shook his head, and said:

"That's Zhao Qiandu, the boss of the Zhao family, it is said that he entered the Twelve Serial Dock to learn martial arts in his early years, and now he is back, I am afraid that it is to mourn his father, you dare to stop it?"

"Zhao Qiandu? Old man Zhao's eldest son? ”

The faces of the other soldiers also changed.

The Zhao family is the head of the gentry in Nanliang City, and they are rich and powerful, but they can't afford to provoke them.

"Old Man Zhao has been dead for three months, and he is only coming back now, isn't it ......?"

There were also soldiers who were a little confused.

"The Twelve Docks are the Northland Gate Sect, and they are not tens of thousands of miles away from us, and it is already very fast for him to receive the message and rush back now."

The king shook his head and picked up the hot soup bowl again:

"But it doesn't have anything to do with us.

In our business, as long as the eyes are good enough, no young man or hero will have the same knowledge as us, and you have to learn from me. ”

"That's that, that's."

........

"Drive! Drive! ”

Zhao Qiandu's face sank like water, and he ran across the horse, his heart was full of anger.

Since receiving the news of his father's death, he asked to leave the Twelve Docks, and he ran and killed a few fast horses along the way, and rushed back as fast as he could.

Although he did not return to Nanliang City for ten years, all the silver taels and medicinal materials he supplied in the Twelve Chains Dock came from Nanliang City, and Nanliang City could be said to be his foundation.

There is no room for error.

"Sigh Rule~"

Seeing the Zhao family's mansion from a distance, Zhao Qiandu's shoulders shook, his feet stepped on the horse's back, and his body was vertical together, and he had already landed in front of the Zhao family.

"Who?"

"Great, great prince! You're back! ”

"It's the eldest prince, the eldest prince is back!"

The housekeeper at the door exclaimed.

"Where is my father's body?"

Zhao Qiandu didn't speak for a long time, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Don't worry, the eldest prince, the body of the master is placed in the ice coffin, and there is no damage in the slightest."

A family member said.

"Have the people of the Six Doors ever been here?"

Zhao Qiandu threw off his sleeve robe and walked into the stockade.

A few of the housekeepers followed behind him and replied in a low voice:

"Two months ago, the head catcher of Iron Mountain came to check on the corpse of the old man......."

"Iron Mountain? How many products to catch the head? ”

Zhao Qiandu's face was indifferent.

"Five-grade headcatcher."

"Five pins?"

Zhao Qiandu paused and turned his face: "It's not clear in the letter, what happened in Nanliang County?" Among the six doors, the five-grade head catcher is not low. ”

"Several famous masters in Nanliang County have been killed, not only in Nanliang County, but also in several nearby counties."

The old butler, who had come in a hurry, replied:

"In addition to Daoist Wang Quan, several masters in Nanliang County who have crossed the threshold of internal refining have been killed."

"Huh?"

Zhao Qiandu's eyebrows raised slightly, and his eyes flashed: "He is the only one who is not dead?" ”

The old butler nodded:

"Yes, but Tieshan went to investigate, and he also suffered extremely serious internal injuries and died soon."

"Where is he?"

"South of the city, Anyi Lane."

Call~

Before the old housekeeper's words fell, Zhao Qiandu had already turned around and stepped out, disappearing into the long street together.

"Young Master, where are you going......

.......

South of the South Liang City, Anyi Lane.

Hey!

Ha!

In the small courtyard, in the thick snow, the two little ones punched one by one.

At the door of the room, Anqisheng sat on a chaise longue, holding a white beard in one hand and a cup of hot tea in the other.

"The strength must be sufficient, and the heart must be relaxed."

An Qisheng pointed softly.

After two months of teaching, An Qisheng had to admit that the qualifications of his two apprentices were very ordinary, which could not be said to be very bad, but they were far from good.

His improved Tongzi Gong is a bit complicated, so much so that for two months, the two little guys have not practiced their internal strength.

However, normally speaking, the average martial artist can practice internal strength between a month and a year, so there is no need to be too anxious.

There are many geniuses between one day and half a month.

Like him, he felt angry when he practiced for the first time, and there was no such thing in Wang Quan's memory.

"Humph!"

"Hah!"

The two little ones raised their fists and kicked their legs in the snow, their expressions serious.

The thick snow had long since flattened, and An Qisheng poured cold water on it again, and the ground was very slippery, and if the bottom plate was unstable, he would fall.

After looking at it for a while, An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly.

Snorr~

As soon as he closed his eyes, only he could hear, like the snoring of cats and tigers, sounded in his ears.

This is Haw Par Thunder Sound.

Above the Xuan Xing, the inner family boxing technique has already evolved to a very high level, and this level is not an increase in destructive power.

It's a decomposition of some terms, tricks.

For example, An Qisheng's tiger and leopard thunder sound that is running at this time.

The thunder sound of the tiger and leopard is essentially a high-frequency vibration of the muscles under subjective control, which infiltrates the energy into the internal organs and bones.

So as to achieve the effect of refining the organs and refining the marrow.

The sound in his ears was not the sound of bones rubbing, but the vibration of the eardrum in his ears caused by the force of the upper and lower penetrations through the three levels of the spine.

This sound can only be heard by the mastery of Haw Par Leiyin.

Jiufu Realm does not have a method for cultivating bone marrow and internal organs, maybe he can't use it, or maybe he hasn't come into contact with it.

However, after An Qisheng tried, he found that after having internal strength, the effectiveness of Haw Par Thunder increased greatly.

Under the vibration of the muscles and bones, the internal force cleanses the internal organs and bone marrow at a faster speed.

During this period of time, in addition to his daily internal work, he has been washing his internal organs and bone marrow with the sound of tiger and leopard thunder.

Moreover, washing the marrow with the thunder sound of the tiger and leopard can eliminate the residue of the pill and swallow more pill.

Therefore, after two months, the body has gradually strengthened, and at the same time, the physical strength and internal force have also become more and more profound.

"Huh?"

At a certain moment, An Qisheng's heart moved, and he opened his eyes:

"That's all for today, you go back to your room first."

"Oh!"

The two little ones went back to the house in a decent manner.

Bang!

After the two of them left, only a moment later, the gate of the courtyard was suddenly knocked open.

The two solid wooden doors swirled and flew up, making a 'woo' terrible hissing sound, like cannonballs hitting An Qisheng who was sitting at the door!

"The people of Snake King Mountain? Coming to the door in broad daylight? ”

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

He didn't move, he still had time to put down the teacup in his hand, and then stretched his arms, set off the air current, and grabbed the two flying wooden doors in his hands.

The huge strength reached the body, but it disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea, without the slightest ripple.

Bang!

And almost at the same time as the gate flew out, a figure wrapped in the snow and the air flow roared, rushing towards the face!

Boom!

When the sound of gold and iron rang, the person who came wiped it on his waist, and a terrible and ruthless sword light was already cut out as if he was training!

The air flow roared by, the snow flew up all over the sky, and the fierce knife light tore the air flow like lightning, spanning several feet!

The person who came seized the opportunity and shot with a ruthless shot, far exceeding those previous bandits!

A single slash brings ten times more deterrent power than those seven people who slash together!

"There's something interesting about this knife."

An Qisheng's body moved, he stood up straight, the muscles on his arms rose angrily, and the two solid wooden doors that he grabbed in his hands set off a howling wind.

Slap at the comer!

Rumble!

In the midst of the turbulent airflow, the snow-white sword light disappeared in an instant among the sawdust.

Zhao Qiandu's body shook and 'kicked' two steps back, the long knife fell down, and his face was solemn:

"Badly injured? The six doors are really all rubbish, which is also called serious injury? ”

He was a little suspicious.

Not only was this old Taoist priest not injured, but he seemed to be much stronger than more than ten years ago, and this time he suffered a little bit from the collision.

"The knife technique is good, but the human being is not."

An Qisheng dropped the half of the wooden door in his hand and glanced at the person who came:

"Who are you?"

"Twelve serial docks, Zhao Qiandu."

Zhao Qiandu's expression was solemn, and the long knife hanging down was 'buzzing', as if it would be ready to strike at any time:

"You're seriously injured in the open, but you're intact in secret, I don't know what you mean?"

"Injuries must be healed after all."

An Qisheng responded with a cold expression.

Although he recognized that the person was not from Snake King Mountain, he was ruthless, and he didn't like it in his heart if he shot directly without asking the reason.

"As far as I know, you are not well-known in Nanliang County and several nearby counties, and your martial arts don't seem to be very good......."

Zhao Qiandu's gaze did not leave An Qisheng, and his expression was extremely gloomy:

"So, why are you the only one who survives and excels among the many masters, including my father? And why did you pretend to be seriously injured and deceived the head catcher of the six doors?

What do you want to hide? Or ......."

Speaking of this, Zhao Qiandu took a step forward, and his shouting was like thunder:

"You're the murderer?!"

“.......”

An Qisheng was shocked by his strange thinking and was silent for a moment, and his eyes turned cold:

"For the sake of your father who just died, compensate me for the door, and then get out, the old man won't care about you."

Zhao Qiandu's face sank, and the killing intent in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and the long knife that hung down 'buzzed', bursting out with a cold knife light:

"Old thing, you're looking for death!"

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