Among the old pavilion branches.

The middle-aged man spoke:

"You wait to go to the backyard library later, according to the rules of the Elder Pavilion, you have just started, you can choose any martial arts secret book, and then there will be a disciple in the pavilion to teach you."

"Each person only has three chances to ask, that's a real master, don't waste it."

"Go ahead."

With a casual wave of his hand, the row of six or seven-year-old children saluted him with a fist, and then followed a young man towards the backyard.

The middle-aged man stood with his hands in his hands, looked into the distance, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

This feeling of being in charge of one place, everything under control, made him quite addicted.

At this moment, a figure in green clothes appeared behind him like a ghost, his figure was fluttering, but he was an old man with white beard and hair, showing quite good light skills, stroking his beard and smiling:

"How are the seedlings harvested this time?"

The man turned around, first bowed respectfully, and then said:

"This time, the seedlings are okay, barely usable, after three months, maybe half of the people can master the fur of light skills."

The old man nodded and said:

"Recruit more outer disciples this time, and it will be better to go back to the pavilion in the coming year and exchange for some elixir cheats."

The man nodded and said:

"Subordinates know ......"

Suddenly, a fierce and domineering momentum rose suddenly, and the sound of a sword roared suddenly.

As if the gaze of a fierce tiger instantly enveloped the entire Immortal Pavilion Altar, the old man's pupils contracted instantly, and he stepped forward suddenly, and those ordinary children were stunned, unable to take a step anymore, and on their immature faces, the excitement of the rivers and lakes was instantly replaced by horror.

The old man's expression shook and he looked in the direction from which the voice came.

What happened?!

There was a bang, and more than a dozen warriors flew in from the gate of the Immortal Pavilion, landed on the ground, and flew back for more than ten meters, their faces were pale, they vomited blood in their mouths, and their faces were all panicked.

There was a dead silence in the room.

The crisp sound of horses' hooves sounded slowly.

In the old man's shocking sight, a red thin horse slowly walked into the front hall of the Immortal Pavilion, walking calmly, on which sat a young warrior in his early twenties, dressed in black, carrying an unsheathed ink knife behind his back, with an indifferent face.

Wang An's eyes swept over the old man, and swept over the pale-colored middle-aged man behind him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Pan Ruizhi, Qi Guanliu......

Ordinary children are recruited as disciples, and after training, they go up the cliff to collect medicine.

Because before this, those children had already entered the Immortal Pavilion, even if they died because of collecting medicine, it would be difficult for Daqin to intervene.

The news from Gongsun Jingjun's secret report flowed through his heart like flowing water, turning into a cold and burning killing machine.

The young man raised his eyes and said lightly:

"Pan Ruizhi?"

The old man chuckled in his heart, his face remained unchanged, and he was already full of strong internal strength in secret, and said slowly:

"Exactly down there."

"I don't know Your Excellency's name, how dare you break into my old pavilion like this?!"

"It's really majestic!"

He didn't wait for Wang Anfeng to speak again, he took the lead and moved out of the Immortal Pavilion, his voice was strong, and it spread throughout the entire Immortal Pavilion Altar, and the disciples who were refining medicine or practicing in various rooms heard this, and they didn't care about changing their clothes, so they picked up their weapons and rushed out.

Wang Anfeng sensed the convergence of Dao hostility and said calmly:

"You don't need to know."

The old man sneered, seeing that he was young, he thought that he was just one of those young people who had just come out of the rivers and lakes, thinking that he had some martial arts, so he came to learn from others to kick the hall and do it, and said coldly:

"Crazy ......"

Before the words fell, a red streamer suddenly flashed in the pupils, and then there was a chill on the neck.

The wind swept wildly, and the black hair danced wildly.

Wang Anfeng had appeared behind him.

The ink knife in his hand has been shot at some point.

The blade was cold, but there was no trace of blood on it, and the young man was shocked casually, and said:

"Dead people, don't need to know so much."

The old man opened his mouth, as if he sensed something, a look of horror appeared in his pupils, and he wanted to say something more, but he only spit out a mouthful of blood, and the next moment, the white-haired head fell directly to the ground, rolled twice, and stopped when it touched the middle-aged man's right foot.

In this altar, it became dead and silent in an instant.

One by one, the warriors who were still holding sharp blades and leaping out seemed to be drained of their whole body strength at this moment, and they watched the unfathomable altar master in the past kneel to the ground, watching the old man's neck spurt blood and lose his life.

The weapon in his hand seemed to become unusually heavy at this time.

Wang Anfeng's expression was indifferent, and the abundant vitality in his body was once again missing.

It was precisely by relying on the vitality of Zhao Guang that he was able to directly kill a martial artist with the same internal strength as himself and the same seventh-rank martial arts with a single sword, so as to deter all the martial artists in this altar.

I don't know what the old thief will think if he knows that I used his vitality to kill the altar master of his Immortal Pavilion.

The thoughts in the young man's heart couldn't help but diverge, but the expression on his face did not change, he was still cold and indifferent, the red thin horse under his crotch was extremely cooperative at this time, his mane was moving, faintly like a fire, and two white gases were spewing out of his nose, like a man-eating beast.

The boy raised his knife.

The blade pointed at the trembling middle-aged man, and said lightly:

"Disturb."

"Can you call ...... Qiguan Liu?"

The man swallowed and said in a trembling voice, "No...... I'm not. ”

"Hero, you recognized the wrong person."

At this time, where did he still stand with his hands in his hands, and he looked complacent, just begging the killing god in front of him to leave quickly, but fortunately, he seemed to confirm his identity before he started, not those crazy people who had no reason, and he was a little lucky in his heart for a while.

Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly heard the young man in front of him speak:

"I'm sorry."

"The answer is incorrect."

The sword light was sharp, slashing through the void, and the head of the middle-aged deacon rose directly into the sky, and the body of the fallen body under the cyan dome of the Immortal Pavilion in the front yard increased again.

The smell of blood grows stronger.

The young man reined in his horse, stepped forward with a knife, looked at the disciples of the Immortal Pavilion in front of him, and said lightly:

"I say you are, you are."

In the sound of words, the vitality in the body accelerated, and within a few feet of his body, the air was a little distorted, and everyone instantly noticed that breathing became extremely difficult, his face turned pale, his pupils unconsciously dilated, and only the sound of his heart beating wildly was left in his ears.

Wang Anfeng drove the horse forward.

He can't and won't kill all the warriors here, and the secret reports from the army that Gongsun Jing got will only record those quite serious evil deeds.

He will kill the first evil.

As for the rest of the warriors, as the third master said, they planted demons in their hearts, and once they wanted to do something wrong, they would remember what happened today, and those children who were deceived into coming here and didn't know anything about their fate.

After today, if you can't restrain your inner fear, I'm afraid you won't have the slightest interest in setting foot in the rivers and lakes.

On the rivers and lakes, step by step.

If you can't even pass this level and enter the rivers and lakes, there will only be one more yellow sand and white bones by the river, and one more pair of white-haired old men in the world.

If you can't enter, you won't enter......

The sound of the horse's hooves was crisp, and Wang Anfeng drove the horse to a rather handsome woman.

In his desperate gaze, he slowly spoke, saying:

"Disturbing ......"

………………………………………………

Outside the altar of the Immortal Pavilion, it is already full of people who do good deeds.

Among them, there are people in the rivers and lakes who carry swords and swords, and there are also ordinary people, most of whom have curious looks on their faces, especially those in the rivers and lakes.

Ordinary people may not know, how can these people who run the rivers and lakes not know the status of the three characters of the Immortal Pavilion in the Fufeng rivers and lakes.

There are more than a dozen martial artists who can be called masters of the rivers and lakes in the door, and they are all masters of the rivers and lakes who can take off the wind and resist the wind.

Although he is already old and his spirit is lost, I am afraid that he will no longer be able to get into the third grade, but the seventh-grade martial artist is already the highest goal in the hearts of ordinary people in the rivers and lakes.

When waving his hand, he is also full of energy, and he can draw his sword at will, and he can also cut out the sword qi and slash several square circles.

In the eyes of ordinary martial artists, this is already a first-class master of the rivers and lakes.

And now, someone dares to provoke such a behemoth, how can they not be curious?

Who is the one who shot it?

Why did he dare to make a move against the Immortal Pavilion?

Stay for a while, it's people who come out?

Or a corpse?

When they were talking to each other, there was movement in the door, and the original subtle sound disappeared in an instant, obviously it was noon, but there was a dead silence on the street, everyone held their breath, and carefully looked at this rather luxurious Immortal Pavilion Branch.

The crisp sound of horses' hooves sounded.

The expressions of those warriors changed suddenly.

It was as if a boulder had smashed into the lake, setting off waves of water, ripples and collisions.

The sound of the horse's hooves became clearer and clearer, and the breathing of the crowd became more and more subtle.

A thin red horse walked out of the pavilion slowly, its head slightly raised, its mane scattered in the wind, like a burning flame, and on the back of the horse sat a young warrior, but in his early twenties, with an indifferent expression, carrying an ink knife.

There are warriors with sharp eyes, and they have already seen that there is no blood on the body of the knife.

Everyone couldn't help but wonder in their hearts, they just thought that the martial artist in front of them didn't fight when they went in, but outsiders went in so arrogantly, and then they were able to come out with a swagger, isn't it that the person in front of them has an inexplicable relationship with the high-level of the Immortal Pavilion?

Despite this, no one dared to stop in front of Wang Anfeng, and many warriors subconsciously retreated backwards, making way for him.

When he walked more than ten steps, Wang Anfeng's pupils showed a look of surprise, and from the crowd, he saw a familiar figure, wearing a blue and white robe, handsome and chic, but unfortunately he was too lazy to be like having no bones, paralyzed on the back of a donkey, his right foot hung down, and he shook and swayed.

The Taoist priest also carried a long sword on his back.

Wang Anfeng's eyes shone slightly.

Wei Mingzong, Mu Shan Xue.

Two years ago, when Wang Anfeng had a conflict with Wei Qi, the young master of the Fire Refining Sect, it was this young Taoist priest who was as lazy as a boneless man to help, but today he met here, but unfortunately, it was not Fufeng who was here at this time, but he couldn't take the initiative to come forward to recognize him.

Wang Anfeng stopped and watched the old man go away.

The people around were curious, but they didn't dare to say anything, the young man's eyes swept horizontally, and he suddenly raised his hand to draw the knife, and he didn't look at it, only slashing obliquely behind him, the blade was cold, and the long howl was not stopped, and there was a strong internal force on the blade to outline the left and right, wrapped in a strong wind, and slashed towards the Immortal Pavilion.

Everyone exclaimed in surprise and retreated, but when they heard a crisp click, the plaque of the dragon flying and the phoenix dance was directly broken into several pieces, and in the uproar, it fell directly to the ground, shaking up a layer of dust.

Seeing that the heart of the lively warrior did not jump out, looking back, Wang Anfeng had already crossed the horse, and the old pavilion was like a dead death, without half a breath, until after a stick of incense, there was a brave warrior who carefully touched the immortal pavilion, and then his eyes widened instantly, his legs and feet were weak, and he almost sat on the ground.

"This ......"

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