And at the same time.

Gongsun Jing is in the midst of an extreme struggle.

He exchanged all the martial arts cheats he had collected, as well as the relics, for the sect contributions within this organization, and then engraved all kinds of benefits on the stone tablet in this place, which could be exchanged for martial arts cheats at the expense of these sect contributions, and the guidance of the masters.

He had seen that extremely powerful spear technique before, and he couldn't wait for it, and he looked at the stone tablet against it, and sure enough, he found that kind of exchange, and his heart was first happy, and then he found that he was lucky in January, and the treasure obtained by chance could only be exchanged for two chances.

An uncontrollable wall in my heart.

But he finally understood that this was already a great opportunity in itself, so he exhaled his turbid breath at the moment, calmed his mood, and pointed to the line of words on the stone tablet as usual, and saluted with his fists:

"Hall master, subordinates ......"

But before his finger touched the stone tablet, the words on it rippled, and before he could react, the vision in front of him had all collapsed, and in the blink of an eye, the whole person had appeared in a narrow corridor.

Red candles lit on both sides, illuminating the darkness, and in the shadows that had not been dispelled, the sound of heavy, steady footsteps sounded.

The strong intention of battlefield conquest made Gongsun Jing's breathing a little difficult.

Looking at the veteran who stepped out, looking at the somewhat broken battle armor, the man resisted the huge oppressive force, and clasped his fists and performed a standard Daqin military salute, although his face was pale, his expression was solemn and meticulous.

Then he pulled out the short spear behind his back, and pulled his hands from both ends violently, turning into a sharp spear.

In the next moment, from the angry shouts of the veteran, the spear turned into an angry Jiao, instantly drowning Gongsun Jing.

……………………………………

Wang Anfeng watched Gongsun Jing disappear.

Because Mr. Win had told him something before, the young man knew that this gang leader should have gone to the Bronze Man Alley to hone his martial arts now, and it was impossible for him to come back in a short time, so he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The right hand behind him put down and shook it, stretched lazily, and just pretended to be Mr. Win, the muscles of the whole person were tense, at this time, the hands were clenched into fists, extended upward, the spine joints pushed upward, and the whole person stretched towards the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he exhaled a long breath.

I just feel that the whole person is extremely comfortable.

At this time, the light and shadow in front of Wang Anfeng's eyes changed, and Gongsun Jing, who had just disappeared for a long time, actually reappeared, and at this time, the young man was still lazy, and the whole person was a little stiff, looking at Gongsun Jing blankly, and a slight panic appeared uncontrollably in his heart.

acting, acting collapsed......

Mr. Win's soft voice with cold air seemed to come from his ears, and his scalp was slightly numb.

When the young man began to seriously think about how Mr. Win would react in his heart, he suddenly found that the man in front of him was dazed, not focused, let alone looked at himself, and the whole person seemed to have been greatly impacted, as if in a dream, and had never come back to his senses.

Fang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, slowly lowered his arms and put them down, and then turned his back behind him, raised his chin slightly, pretending to be 'Mr. Win', looking at the man in black in front of him, he was slightly happy in his heart.

It's okay......

It wasn't until a few breaths later that Gongsun Jing came back to his senses, and a complex expression mixed with shock and fear appeared in his eyes.

The charm of Fang Cai's shot was still echoing in his mind until this time.

The originally unfathomable dragon gate seemed to have gradually become thin under this successive impact, and the hard work of the past had played their role at this time, and he had already sensed the slightest opportunity for a breakthrough.

The opportunity to enter the third grade.

At this thought, my breathing couldn't help but feel a little heavy. Unwilling to wait for a moment, he first hugged his fist at Wang Anfeng, then raised his hand and pointed at the line of handwriting on the stone tablet, and disappeared again.

Wang Anfeng breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to relax too much.

He didn't know when the gang leader would return......

Almost before this thought arose, and before it dissipated, Gongsun Jing's body resurfaced in front of him, his expression calm.

He could feel that the opportunity for a breakthrough was almost imminent.

But there was no way for him to redeem it again.

At this time, the desire for a breakthrough in the heart is constantly amplified, the martial artist breaks through, pays attention to a few chances, misses this time, I don't know when I will have a chance, maybe the next moment, it may take five years, ten years, or even a lifetime, there will be no chance to break through.

Seize every moment.

Gongsun Jing exhaled a breath of turbid air and said to Wang Anfeng:

"Hall Master, please give your subordinates pen and paper."

"Subordinates, present the exercises they have practiced to ......"

A moment later.

Gongsun Jing reappeared beside Wang Anfeng and said:

"Hall master, my subordinates have a soldier's marksmanship...... Even if you reach the sixth-rank martial artist, it is still enough to fight the ......"

"There is a secret technique under the subordinates that can change the muscles and bones......"

"Hall master, there is a ...... under him"

Until three more times passed, the exercises he had cultivated were cleaned up, but Gongsun Jing still failed to grasp the opportunity to break through, and could only feel that the opportunity was getting closer and closer to him, almost within reach, but it was like the moon in the water, the flower in the mirror, out of reach.

Gongsun Jing stood in place and was silent for a long time.

What I heard was the crisp sound of the wind blowing through the treetops and the jade plaques colliding.

He already had the heart to stop at this time, but when he was about to speak, he thought of his current situation and the brothers in the Jupeng Gang.

Thinking of this secret organization that is preparing to be born, and there are many masters among them, it will inevitably trigger the reaction of the major family gangs in Great Qin, and when the time comes, if his cultivation is insufficient, he will inevitably encounter a catastrophe of life and death.

It's not a big deal if he dies, this life, he should have died at the border seven years ago, but if he was tired of Brother Zhu's heirs falling into a crisis, it would be difficult to die.

Thinking of this, Gongsun Jing's expression gradually became firm, he was not a twisted character, and when he made a decision at this time, he no longer hesitated, and said in a deep voice:

"Hall Master, my subordinates know the intelligence of some secret organizations......"

After putting pen to paper, I thought about it, and wrote down on paper the perverse and violent Jianghu organizations that I had explored over the years, and at the same time, I also wrote down my understanding of these organizations in the back.

After a slight pause, he writes in the last line:

"In Dingwu City, traces of the White Tiger Hall were found, one of them was the shopkeeper of the ancient jade shop Shizhai, who was friendly with another chamber of commerce, and was suspected of being the same party."

Lifting his wrist and stopping the pen, the ink dripped on the white paper.

Shaolin Temple.

The green-shirted scribe, who sensed that Gongsun Jing seemed to have no surplus value to squeeze, snorted disdainfully and raised his finger casually.

All the suppression that had been blessed on the former disappeared.

In the Bronze Man Alley, Gongsun Jing's eyes lit up slightly, and he only felt that the dull thoughts of Fang Cai instantly became smooth, and all kinds of feelings instantly surged into his heart, like a broken bamboo, and the pass was hit out of a crack, and his heart surged, if he couldn't help but let out a long howl, his wrist shook, and the spear broke through the air.

It's as iron-blooded and tenacious as that veteran.

The scribe raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was slightly surprised, and this slight emotional fluctuation disappeared in an instant, like a peaceful lake, and the spiritual rhyme in his hand converged, gradually turning into a wrapped appearance.

Although he himself is the core of this world, he is also limited by certain rules, in which each grade of things is manifested, and the spiritual rhyme consumed is the same.

But it's not like there's no way to get around.

In the scribe's hand, the package gradually solidified, Wu Changqing smelled the bursts of medicinal incense, subconsciously raised his eyes, saw the blue package in the scribe's hand, Mr. Shen was slightly stunned, and then said with a little uncertainty:

"Sir, this is ......"

"First Rush Pack?!"

PS: Second update