After a period of time, because of Mu Shanxue's reminder, Wang Anfeng has been staying in the school palace, reading books and refining qi on weekdays, and at night, after cleaning the stairs of the wind building, he returned to the Shaolin Temple to practice fist palm swordsmanship and light body exercises, so more than ten days have passed.

And in Fufeng County, although the Fire Refining Gate added the 'Tibetan Yuan Sword' to the list of Fufeng Famous Weapons, it did not cause much turmoil, although many people were moved, but after seeing that this sword belonged to the Fufeng Collector's Library, he secretly buried this thought in his heart.

It's not that these martial arts practitioners abide by the law, but that although the 50,000 taels of silver are extremely tempting, the seven-rank martial artists can almost take off in the air, and they are really not very eye-catching, and the people who practice martial arts are not crazy, and they are not in a desperate situation, how can they be willing to take risks?

What's more, the book collector, according to the star list, his swordsmanship is outstanding, enough to be on a par with the martial artists of the eighth rank, although he has been quite quiet in recent days, there is nothing to say about his achievements, which has led to a slight drop in the ranking.

But his martial arts will inevitably not retreat.

From the perspective of this kind of young hero, this period of dormancy will bring about a leap in martial arts, and it will inevitably be impossible to compare with the martial arts when he became famous.

Shoot at it, if you can't make a quick decision, it will attract patrols, but it will cause a commotion, especially the rumors in the rivers and lakes, it is quite close to the Fufeng patrols, but whenever asked, they all say that they are the book collectors, and they refuse to be called by their names, and there is a lot of respect in the words.

Although due to the delicate relationship between the rivers and lakes and the court, the people in the rivers and lakes are fighting, and the Great Qin patrol can't do anything, but if they are ruthlessly deducted a sum of money on the grounds of disturbing the people's livelihood, they don't dare not pay it before the Great Qin war knife, that is to steal the chicken and lose the rice.

If it weren't for the hardships, how would they do it?

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Fufeng County City, Welcome Inn.

Liang Jingqing slapped the table and said viciously:

"This deal, Lao Tzu took it!"

A fat man next to him said with a smile:

"Then you're good to go."

Liang Jingqing glared at him fiercely and said:

"What do you mean?"

The fat man's eyebrows did not change, and he still smiled:

"What do you mean? Literally. ”

"Although we say that we are people in the rivers and lakes, if you rush into the school palace with a knife, we can't kill you, treat you for the crime of disturbing people's livelihood, and throw you in prison for two or three months, it's not impossible."

"It is said that the prison prepared by the Legalists for the people of the rivers and lakes, but even if the iron-beaten man goes in, his legs and feet will be weak when he comes out, and he will keep to himself for the rest of his life, and he will not dare to touch Qin Law again, let alone you and me."

The voice paused slightly, and the fat man persuaded again:

"Besides, according to your martial arts, you can escape with your life under the sword of the book, and there is already green smoke on the ancestral tomb, what else?"

"After thinking about it for half a month, I finally made such a decision, I don't know what to say about you."

"You must know that greed is poverty in the end."

Liang Jingqing sneered:

"I can't beat him."

"But don't forget, the Fire Refining Sect is a big faction in the rivers and lakes, not a madman, just a man who loves swords like a madman, and he is not a demon who kills people without blinking, they just want that sword, not the life of the book keeper."

The fat man's expression was slightly stunned, and his two narrowed eyes opened, and he said:

"You mean."

Liang Jing said:

"Although the Fufeng Academy Palace is famous, it is not a Longtan tiger's den."

"I sneaked into the house where the book was kept, stole his sword, and after exchanging it for silver, it is not impossible to escape directly tomorrow, 50,000 taels of silver, for the seven-grade master, it is naturally not eye-catching, but it is a huge amount of money for you and me, even if it is half a cent, it is enough to be chic in an ordinary county."

"When this deal is done, let's just wash our hands."

"When the time comes, marry a daughter-in-law of three or five houses, buy some properties in the county, and never ask about the rivers and lakes, and be free from the world, isn't it beautiful?"

When the fat man heard this, his face showed hesitation and emotion, and Liang Jinggan's palm slapped heavily on the table, making a loud noise, raising his voice, and shouted:

"That Tibetan Shushou is only good at swordsmanship, light skills are just mediocre, you and I both rely on light body kung fu to eat, in terms of body technique, how can it be after him?!"

"Are you going to do this deal?!"

The fat man's face was cloudy, and after struggling for a while, he gritted his teeth fiercely and said:

"Die the bold, starve the cowardly, and I'll listen to you this time."

"It's done!"

Liang Jingqing was overjoyed and laughed loudly:

"Sure enough, it's my good brother."

"Don't worry, I will never treat you badly."

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Shaolin Temple.

The door of Bronze Man Lane was wide open, and Wang Anfeng walked out of it with a wooden sword in his hand, frowning slightly, thinking about the gains and losses when he just fought in his heart.

He is a martial arts, based on the golden bell jar, the fist is for the palm of the Prajna, the fingering method is based on the point star finger taught by Wu Changqing as the key, the previous light skill is ordinary, can only be a hard bridge and a hard horse and the opponent to dismantle the move, at this time there is already a thief door light skills in the body, it is like opening a door, the fighting style, more and more changeable.

Only swordsmanship, still the seventy-two years passed down from Mr. Win, this swordsmanship he has been practicing for a long time, swordsmanship, gradually becoming proficient, but found that he has reached the bottleneck, it is difficult to take a step forward, is quite distressed, I don't know what the problem is.

Fang just walked out, still in contemplation, suddenly a burst of energy shot out, fierce and fierce, like a long knife slashing obliquely, the momentum is extraordinary, he has just gone through a hard battle, almost like instinct to draw the sword in his hand, the figure moved back.

When the momentum of the strength was slightly weaker, the figure suddenly moved forward, like a flowing cloud reversed, and the long sword and sword move in his hand took advantage of the momentum, and several moves were pointed on the momentum, breaking it alive.

Fang Cai breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly a green bamboo rod stretched out from the oblique ground, stabbing and pumping, suddenly like a long knife chopping, suddenly like a heavy spear sweeping, the moves continued, almost endlessly, in the blink of an eye, Wang Anfeng had been trapped in place by the offensive that poured down like this torrent, and he couldn't get out, so he could only fight the enemy with swordsmanship.

Under the heavy pressure, a sword technique was vividly displayed, completely destroying the changeable offensive, and because of the power of the countershock, he kept retreating, until his back leaned against the gate of Bronze Man Alley, and the endless afterimage disappeared, Wang Anfeng breathed rapidly, and a few meters in front of him, there was only a green shirt, holding a green bamboo, looking at him indifferently.

The young man calmed down, put away the blade in his hand, returned to the scabbard, took two steps forward, clasped his fists and saluted, and said:

"The younger generation has seen Mr."

The scribe bowed his head slightly and said:

"Swordsmanship, it's okay."

Wang Anfeng replied respectfully:

"Mr. All-In's teachings are well-taught."

Mr. Win nodded, lightly touched the green bamboo in his hand on the ground, and after a moment of silence, he said casually:

"I said that day, you need to master the thirty-six palace steps of the jade steps, the twenty-eight double pupils, the twenty-eight types of sword strength methods, the spiritual qi and blood solution, the method of qi penetrating Zhou Tian, the twelve city tricks, the key to the essence, three straight and six revealed, before you can be regarded as a swordsman, can you remember?"

Wang Anfeng nodded and said:

"Yes."

The scribe glanced at him and said lightly:

"Just remember."

The green bamboo in his hand was raised, from top to bottom, dotted the young man's eyes, wrists, and feet, and said:

"To make the sword strong, the footwork used to fight with the sword, you have mastered it all, the twenty-eight pupil technique, you have also entered the third level, although the entry is still ordinary, it can be used for fighting, it can be regarded as so-so, as for the spiritual qi and blood dissolution, the method of qi through the heavens, you can only practice it when you have seven grades."

"But your swordsmanship at the moment has stagnated."

Wang Anfeng was shocked when he heard this, the scribe in front of him was still expressionless, but he already knew the temperament of the gentleman, and immediately clasped his fists and saluted respectfully:

"Please teach me, sir."

The scribe seemed reluctant, and only nodded slightly.

At the same time, outside the Fufeng Academy.

One fat and one thin, the two figures sneakily touched the wall, looked left and right, and turned over directly.

PS: Second Update......