Fufeng County Town, Fufu School Palace.

Wang Anfeng's demeanor was calm, and he walked all the way, until he stepped into the Fufeng Academy, his heart was slightly stable, and the internal force that accelerated the circulation in his body slowed down.

Three months ago, the Legalist Wuxin had attacked him outside the Fengzi Building, but after all, Wuxin was a master of the middle and third grades, and he had the identity of a Legalist, if it was a person in an evil sect like Danfeng Valley, he would dare to assassinate the book keeper of the School Palace, and follow him all the way to the Fufeng School Palace, which is the tenth collection of books in the world, it is no longer extreme, but outright crazy.

Back in his cabin, the boy poured the rice from the rice bag into the rice bowl while thinking in his heart.

He had basically confirmed the location of the inn where the Danfeng Valley warrior was hiding.

But at this time, there are still many doubts, and he secretly followed, although he has never fought with real knives and guns, but there is a hidden danger, but it is by no means inferior to life and death fighting, so he also understands that these evil children who can be sent to the county town are by no means the level of bandits and bandits he has seen, and it is never an exaggeration to say that he is cautious.

And whether it is Libo's teachings or Mr. Win's occasional words, above the rivers and lakes, all such evil sect disciples will never stay in one place for too long.

As the old saying goes: Hide clumsy in clumsy, use obscure and clear, clear in turbidity, bend for stretching, really involved in the world of a pot, hiding in three caves.

This kind of truth of protecting one's life in the world, the martial artists of the evil sect who are stumbling and crawling above the rivers and lakes must understand it better than him.

At this time, he didn't know what the purpose of the evil sect warrior appeared in this Fufeng County City, after all, he had only seen it by chance today, but the murderous aura all over his body, and the act of not agreeing with him, secretly followed behind him, ready to wait for the opportunity to cut off the head of others, undoubtedly told him one thing.

This warrior of Danfeng Valley is definitely not here to enjoy the scenery in Fufeng County.

That being the case, we cannot turn a blind eye.

Ah Ping's experience continues to reappear in front of the young man's eyes.

If he were in this situation, it was very likely that he would change to an inn that day, and then change out all his clothes and masks, and add a pair of herbs to cover the smell on his body, and hide for a few days without coming out, blending into this huge Fufeng County City.

When the time comes, if you want to find such a person whose face, identity and position have changed drastically, it is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, and the difficulty can be imagined.

Thinking of this, Wang Anfeng's heart was slightly restless, at this time, the grain in the rice bag was exhausted, and the young man put it on the table casually, and wanted to turn around, but he only took two steps, and suddenly remembered something again.

He turned around and picked up the rice bag, grabbed a corner of each hand, shook it skillfully towards the rice bowl, and threw out a few grains of rice.

Raising his hand and brushing the rice bag, there was nothing wrong, obviously there were no remaining rice grains, Wang Anfeng just nodded, and closed the lid of the rice cylinder tightly, so that the rat would not get in, and then folded the rice bag a few times and put it on the table on one side.

He was already extremely skillful in doing this trip, and it didn't take a few breaths to deal with it, he turned around and stepped out of the door a few steps, locked the wooden door, and walked towards the inside of the palace, the breeze was blowing, the distracting thoughts in his heart were slightly dissipated, and the thoughts in his mind became clearer and clearer.

He had decided that he would not be involved in it.

As Mr. had said to him before, his strength was not enough, and he was far from enough to get involved in all kinds of secret things in the rivers and lakes, and even the seniors who were quite compatible with his temperament refused to tell him about the White Tiger Hall because of his lack of strength.

But that doesn't mean he has to turn a blind eye.

On this river and lake, he is not the only Wang Anfeng, under the vast Qin, there are always many chivalrous warriors, and there are many high-strength martial artists with righteous intentions, he only needs to tell those warriors what he knows, and I believe that these warriors will also not let the evil faction act recklessly in the county town and sit idly by.

That's it.

This was also the reason why he would take the risk of following that warrior.

With a slight peace of mind, the young man ran along the road, his heart was somewhat hurried, and he used the kung fu of Shaolin Walking Gong, which he used every day, and he had been extremely proficient, so far it was already rare to advance, and he also found the shortcomings of this light skill that was now exposed.

Before entering the ninth rank, it can be regarded as a fairly fast speed, but at this time, facing a martial artist of the same level, it is just general. On the other hand, this light skill is not very helpful in concealing one's own movements.

For example, if he was secretly tracking the martial artist of Danfeng Valley, if he could do it silently, or if he could do it as high and light as recorded in the record, to the extent that he would not even be pulled by a slight breeze between marches, he would definitely not be aware of himself.

The microwave in my heart is fleeting.

After a while, the young man's figure had already appeared in the Fufeng School Palace, the school where the masters of the Mo family were often there, he went out at noon, delayed a lot of time along the way, and had a meal with Yu Wen Dingsong, at this time it was already afternoon, in this school, there was already a master preaching the scriptures.

Wang Anfeng exhaled a turbid breath, slowed his steps lightly, and walked along the Jing Pavilion everywhere, looking for the familiar figure.

He thought about it carefully, although he was on the star list, he was only a teenager after all, and he was only a third-grade martial artist.

Above the rivers and lakes, there are countless nine-rank martial artists, and the name of the star list, that is, he was fourteen years old, and he did what others did when they were twenty-four and thirty-four. But aside from those floating names, it's not a big deal.

The young man's heart saw very clearly.

If you go fast, you may not be as stable as you go, and you may not be able to walk steadily.

It's been a long time, big may not be good, and the story of Jiang Lang's talent does not only exist among literati and ink writers.

Remove the false name from the star list, he is only a nine-grade martial artist after all, he is soft-spoken, and he can't see any high-grade martial artists, and although Mr. Win and the masters are extremely powerful, they are far away on Shaolin Mountain, and they can't reach the whip.

And he was in this Fufeng School Palace, he has only been here for more than half a year, and he has met some students, but he has not had many familiar masters and elders, the previous Master Ni is considered one, but at this time he has defected to the School Palace and was denounced as an outsider, and the rest is Master Fu Mo who knew Qing Feng Xie and his party, and Ren Lao, who stayed under the Fengzi Building all the year round.

He is not a dull man.

From the attitude of other people towards Ren Lao, as well as the rare and clear relationship between Ren Lao and Elder Qingfeng Xie Da, he has already guessed that the old man in the green shirt must be a third-grade grandmaster, presumably he also used to whip up the horse and whip back then, crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, as for why Ren Lao stayed alone in the Fengzilou at this time, like a prisoner, Wang Anfeng did not understand.

But it can also be imagined that it must be a vigorous story.

Such a high-ranking ancestor is not very familiar, Wang Anfeng thinks that the matter of Danfeng Valley is difficult to impress the old man, so he walks out of the wind building.

After all, he hadn't even gone out for Elder Murong's birthday banquet.

The only one left to rely on is Fu Mozi, although he doesn't like to fight, but he has been in the Fufeng Academy Palace for a long time, and he is a martial arts master of the third grade, and he must also know many masters of various schools, among those masters, there must be someone who is willing to deal with this hidden danger and earn a chivalrous reputation.

When the time comes, he will tell all the places where the Danfeng Valley martial artist is, and after that, even if he is unwilling in his heart, he can only withdraw from this matter and no longer touch this matter that should not be touched by him.

I hope to be able to follow the vine and touch the melons and uproot all these evil sect disciples.

PS: Second Update......