Hearing the reason why Wang Anfeng wanted to go out, Wu Changqing couldn't cry or laugh, but he felt that this was really something that Wang Anfeng would be troubled by, and Hong Luoyu next to him rolled his eyes, his face was full of disdain, and said:

"Boy, you're crazy."

"At your speed, a tael of silver?"

"I'm sorry, even a hundred taels of silver hosta is broken into shreds, what the ......hell are you looking for?"

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth, a look of frustration appeared on his face, and he looked at this person who had no hands or feet, but was able to take off in the air, this kind of light skill, he didn't say that he had seen it, he hadn't even heard it, he couldn't help but be curious, and wondered:

"Hmm...... Haven't asked yet, this senior is ......"

Hong Luoyu smiled, raised his chin, and said proudly:

"Hehe, Uncle Ben, Uncle Ben is the ...... who crisscrossed the rivers and lakes and was unparalleled in the world back then"

Before the voice was finished, a slender palm was directly clasped on the door of Hongluoyu's head, and his fingertips were cold and powerful, making him swallow back the words that had not yet been spoken, the smile on his face was stiff, Mr. Win's face was expressionless, and his voice did not fluctuate at all, and said:

"A thief."

Hong Luoyu's eyes widened when he heard this, and he shouted unwillingly:

"The surname wins, you fart, uncle, I haven't been anywhere back then, even in the emperor's house, I have been there six or seven times, you dare to say that I am a ......"

Wang Anfeng's heart shook when he heard this, and he said:

"So powerful?!"

The scribe looked at him and said:

"He's a thief."

"I don't believe you're asking him."

Hong Luoyu was furious, he couldn't hold back his nature, and he was about to scold, but at this moment, he suddenly noticed that his neck was slightly cold, and the cold voice of the scribe echoed directly from his mind.

"Do you want to fly around again?"

The number one thief in the world is as good as a stream, and he simply nodded neatly and said:

"I am!"

The sound of the Buddhist scriptures in Yuan Ci's mouth stopped, opened his eyes, looked at the faintly refreshed scribe, and said helplessly:

"Why did you deliberately play tricks on him?"

Shaking his head and sighing, he turned to Wang Anfeng again, pointed to the man over there, and said:

"Feng'er, I'll introduce you to the teacher."

"This is Hong Luoyu, who was born in the thief door, his light skills, the world is unique, throughout the ages, there are few people who can match, and then you will be taught the art of light body movement, you have to be treated with the courtesy of the teacher."

"In the future, I will call him the third master in the future......"

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned and looked at Hong Luoyu, who coughed lightly, raised his chin, and pretended to be the majestic appearance of the division commander, but unfortunately he had no hands and feet, and at this time he was held on the top of his head by Mr. Win, and he didn't look very majestic, but there were many funny.

He sensed that he was embarrassed, and mobilized the energy around him to break free, but his black hair had been caught in a mess, and his heart was on fire, and he glared at Mr. Win angrily, and gritted his teeth in anger.

Wu Changqing interrupted everyone and said:

"Okay, I've seen the introduction, I'll take An Feng back to the pharmacy and take care of his injuries......"

In his voice, there was a lot of worry, Wang Anfeng's injuries were not light, especially the claw wound on his waist, which was quite tricky.

Xia Changqing's martial arts are all in the same vein in Danfeng Valley, and the number of roads will naturally not be as grand as the dragon claw hand, this road claw method imitates the desert golden eagle, and the poisonous technique is a lot of energy, if it is not handled properly, it will be a lifelong disability and cannot be strengthened.

Otherwise, once the force involves the injury, the pain is very bearable.

Fang Cai was because Wang Anfeng was unwell, so he could only stop the bleeding hastily, and seeing him recover at this time, Wu Changqing was not willing to wait for a moment.

Yuan Ci nodded, pronounced a Buddha name, and said:

"I'm going to worry about Mr. Wu over there."

Wu Changqing said with a smile: "Feng'er is also a disciple of the old man, so naturally it should be like this." ”

Just as he was about to leave, the right hand of the green-shirted scribe suddenly raised, and the wooden sword behind Wang Anfeng roared, came out of its sheath, circled in the void, fell into his hand, shook his hand and slashed, and said casually:

"The wooden sword stays."

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned.

After the scribe asked him for the wooden sword last time, he found that the long sword, which had no advantage except for its hardness, had suddenly become extremely sharp, and even today, even if it collided with the long sword in Xia Changqing's hand, it would not fall behind at all.

The long knife was obviously extraordinary, and in comparison with the two, he naturally knew that Mr. Ying had used extraordinary means on this ordinary wooden sword, so he immediately saluted and said:

"Thank you, sir......"

The scribe bowed his head and gestured disapprehantly.

Wu Changqing stroked his beard and chuckled, and then with a mellow internal force, Wang Anfeng held Wang Anfeng in the void with a bamboo chair, walked step-by-step, and walked towards the Shaolin Temple Pharmacy, only in an instant, he had disappeared.

The scribe looked far away, only then did he retract his gaze, holding the long sword, flicking the blade with his fingers, hearing the more melodious sound of the sword in his ears, bowing his head slightly, letting go of his palm, and letting the wooden sword fall, on this lonely peak, the mountain rock was hard, but it cracked before the blade of the wooden sword, and it was sharp.

Hong Luoyu smashed his tongue, and his heart was surprised, only from this scene, it can be seen that the power of this wooden sword is obviously no longer the original ordinary plot weapon.

That weapon, it is difficult to use it to cut pork.

As if thinking of something, Hong Luoyu rolled his eyes, and disdain appeared on his face.

Mr. Win looked at the wooden sword, frowned and thought about it, flicked the long sleeve of his right hand, and in the void, three things appeared, among which there was a broken knife, an ink-colored jade pendant, and a grooming mask as thin as a cicada's wings.

For the jade pendant and mask, the scribe didn't even look at it, waved his hand to summon the remnant knife, held it in the palm of his hand, the tentacles were cold, the knife was held in his hand, it seemed to be extremely unconvinced, the blade trembled, the voice was cold, and the ghost crying wolf could be faintly heard, which was chilling.

Seeing this, Hong Luoyu laughed out loud and said:

"Have you seen it, have you seen it?"

"Hahaha, the surname wins, even this broken knife looks down on you."

Mr. Win glanced at him, suddenly sneered, and struck his fingers on the broken blade, the sound of tremors suddenly stopped, and then there was a thin sound, like the ice disappearing in spring, and the fine cracks quickly spread on the blade, and finally spread to the blade.

With a crisp click, this extremely precious long knife, even if Xia Changqing planned to retire to the rivers and lakes, he could not give it up, directly turned into countless pieces of iron in the hands of the scribes, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

The last blade of the blade was stuck in the rock, trembling and humming, and the scribe casually threw down the hilt of the sword, and then glanced sideways at the stiffened Hongluoyu, and chuckled, causing the latter's scalp to tingle, and a chill to his heart, and a flattering smile squeezed out of his face.

And at this time, from the fragments of the long knife, there is a mist of glow emerging, ups and downs, from the void evolved all kinds of visions, quite subtle, with its instinct to disperse, the scribe did not look back, his right hand raised slightly, roughly restrained it in one place, and then casually pulled out Wang Anfeng's wooden sword, directly into the glow.

If it is in the world of Great Qin, the famous craftsman intends to create a blade that contains a little divine charm, and he needs to work hard to smelt the materials obtained from bankruptcy into soldiers, and he must also be careful to prevent those spirit rhymes from escaping, and even the forbidden method of bloodstain furnace to lock the spirit rhyme and make it impossible to escape.

The method of forging soldiers in the rivers and lakes has never been as rough as in front of him.

Mr. Ying raised his eyebrows slightly, sensing the meaning of this Lingyun's struggle, obviously he didn't look down on the material of the wooden sword, and he didn't want to blend into it, he sneered, raised his right hand and held it hard, and then clenched it violently, the heavens and the earth contracted, and those Lingyun had no power to resist, and they were brutally pressed into the wooden sword, and they couldn't come out.

After a moment of struggle, the wooden sword suddenly roared, and on the original simple sword body, one by one the Taoist talisman seals engraved at some point, the Buddhist proverbs lit up from the front and back, making this wooden sword have a trace of transcendent meaning, and then slowly disappeared.

Mr. Win raised his hand and held the wooden sword in his hand.

The sound of the sword blade roaring suddenly rose and lasted for a long time.

PS: Second update