It was light and inconspicuous, but the scorching heat had risen completely, rushing into the sky, and the air was distorted.

The red flame was too bright, and Xiao Runlin, who was dressed in red, had to squint to see clearly, but the flat road just a few steps away looked distorted like a mirage, looking extremely close, but not touchable, not approachable.

And the teahouse station, which was only a dozen steps away, seemed to be unaffected.

Very clever means.

Extremely clever.

He stretched out his right hand and stroked the restless mount under his crotch, and the pale blue dragon horse moved his left hoof, and his nose was constantly spewing out rough air, and if it hadn't been for his training, he would have been paralyzed to the ground.

Xiao Runlin squinted at the majestic Qilin vision, and the intention of retreating had risen in his heart, but the moment this thought rose, he was suppressed, and he couldn't retreat, he was not standing here for himself, but for the master behind him.

He was well aware of the factional entanglements in the Valley of the Swordsmiths.

It is himself who is standing here instead of the people of the rest of the factions, and the master behind him must have paid enough price, at least it can't be worse than the seventy percent benefit he got from bringing back Ouyeel Guiyuan, otherwise it will be impossible to satisfy the appetite of those uncles and uncles.

And the master finally chose himself, which involved the calculations of his own family and the rest of the senior brothers' families.

There are only 12 people standing here today, but the conflicts of interests, concessions and choices behind them involve 100, 200, or even 1,000 people, like interlocking chains, and I don't know how many places have been soaked in blood and rust.

Whether to retreat or not is no longer up to their own will.

Xiao Runlin's expression was cold and arrogant, he raised his right hand, and the young disciples behind him tightened the mount under his crotch with one hand at the same time, while holding the weapon tightly, the blade or blade was slightly raised, without the slightest hesitation, the 'qi machine' that was regarded as a treasure had been triggered.

When Wang Anfeng had just restrained the swordsman, the latter did not activate the qi machine, so he was taken down with one move, for the disciples of the Sword Casting Valley, whether to use the hole cards on his body or not represented two concepts.

Wang Anfeng took the other party's reaction into his eyes, raised his right hand, pressed down on the hat, and the hanging black yarn trembled slightly.

Xiao Runlin's face was expressionless, and the palm he raised slashed down, as if he had slashed a sword.

The still image moved, but the sound of horses' hooves seemed to come from far away.

The diners in the inn saw those tall horses galloping forward, and then the young men and women in white clothes jumped up, a total of nine people, the first two did not make a move, but only these nine people were already like immortals.

The sword qi criss-crossed, as if it was snowing in the sky, and the rumbling thunder could be heard in his ears, as if it was about to explode into his heart, You Shang's heart was constantly trembling, his right hand was on the table, and the weight of the whole person was unconsciously pressed up.

The table shook and there was a ratakara sound.

His eyes widened, and he looked at the clear sky and changed in the blink of an eye, and it was still the same reassuring blue in the distance, but here, the clouds and mist gathered, and the wind was blowing, like a python lurking in the dark clouds, forming a circle and circle, and occasionally there was a flow of plasma, making a roar.

Then all the wind, thunder and lightning, sword qi and swords, as agreed, smashed down towards the young man standing at the intersection, he wanted to open his mouth to shout and let him run away quickly, but when he opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be stuffed with a burning flame, and he could only make a sound so subtle that even he couldn't hear it.

"Run ......"

Wang Anfeng raised his right hand and pressed the hat down, covering his calm and waveless eyes, watching the wind and thunder fall, the unicorn behind him leaned over, and the red streamer covered his body, and at the same time covered the illusory golden bell that suddenly appeared.

Such changes can only be made in an instant.

In the huge roar, the thunder fell, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, falling on the ground, bursting one deep pit after another, the earth splashed, and the nine white-clothed men and women retreated, their postures were dashing and atmospheric, and they landed on their respective mounts.

Divine Soldier Qi Machine, even a wisp is an extremely precious thing, and in exchange for such a treasure in an instant, it is comparable to the arrogance and battle of nine first-class masters of the middle and third grades in an instant.

Xiao Runlin looked at the other side rolling and surging.

It was like a wave of air, thunder and flames were swimming in the pure white, just like the clouds in the sky smashed on the ground, and the red flame brilliance disappeared, so he didn't have to squint his eyes now to be able to look in that direction.

It's just that the black hair on the sideburns is a little scorched, giving off an unsavory stench.

His heart was slightly relieved.

The other party is too big, even if it is a genuine four-grade master, he does not dare to eat such an attack hard, and if he continues to do so, even if he does not die, he will be injured, so the opportunity will be in his own hands.

The girl in the blue dress behind her looked tense all the time, did not relax, her eyes looked closely at the direction in front of her, for some reason, there was a feeling of breathlessness in her heart, like a palm, pinching her heart.

All of a sudden, it became very quiet.

The wind whimpered, blowing from a long distance, from the mountains, from the top of the clouds, the grass and trees on the ground had been completely crushed, and the wind carried the smell of dirt and the moist smell of the river more than ten miles away.

She didn't know what was wrong, but the uneasiness was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of her heart beating gradually became low, almost like a war drum, and this uneasiness continued, until a somewhat sharp sound came from the side, and she subconsciously turned her head to look over.

The teahouse shopkeeper uneasily grabbed the boiling copper teapot and burned his palm, the teahouse station that should have been destroyed by the strength was still intact, and the thirty-year-old woman with a fat body saw her look a little afraid, and the palm holding the teapot trembled slightly.

The stove outside the teahouse was still burning quietly, steadily swallowing red and green flames, and a drop of tea fell, the flames swallowed, and suddenly jumped up.

The uneasiness finally stretched to the limit.

Crash!

A soft sound sounded suddenly.

Xiao Runlin's face changed slightly.

The girl's eyes suddenly sharpened, and she turned her head to look ahead.

In the air wave, he stretched out a palm, and the cuffs that fell down slightly, paused slightly, and then brushed at will, the thunder slurry flowed fire, and all of them dispersed, the so-called sword qi and sword, but the cuffs were dusty, and they were shattered inch by inch.

The front ate the huge qi machine that the four-rank martial artists did not dare to forcibly connect, and the cuffs were still neat, and when they passed, they rolled like a tide, and the cuffs were folded, revealing delicate light-colored overlaps, like mountains and forests.

Because of the excessive accumulation of the huge spiritual rhyme qi machine, the waves of qi that refused to disperse for a long time were easily dispersed under this sleeve.

The young man with a navy blue cardigan robe still standing in place, the ground around him had almost been cut off a few feet, except for the three feet he occupied, which was still as usual, and the grass under the hem of his clothes was as new and full of life.

The young man gently pinched the hat with his left hand, pressed it down slightly, and after his right hand was withdrawn, he erected his chest, the navy blue cuffs fell, and a string of quaint Buddha beads hung on his wrist, swaying slightly with the wind, and said lightly:

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Xiao Runlin's eyes were sharp, looking down, Wang Anfeng's feet were still in their original position, not moving for half a minute, such an action, almost like a mountain, cast a shadow in the hearts of everyone in Sword Casting Valley.

How about the outnumbered people?

How is the divine soldier's qi?

Maybe I can move even one step?

The person in front of him understated the four words, and they sounded in his heart again.

This way,

Be obstructed.

This kind of behavior, in the most peaceful, domineering, and direct way, like a burning red brand, pressed hard in the hearts of all the disciples of Sword Casting Valley, some retreated, some were terrified, and some were furious.

Xiao Runlin's expression changed, and then he fell silent, his right hand stretched out, and pulled out a spear from the side of the mount under his crotch, red as a flame, and the girl behind him suddenly plucked the pipa, the sound was crisp, and it exploded suddenly, and at the same time, I don't know how many silver lights burst out, shooting out in all directions like a sky full of stars.

As soon as the sound of the pipa changed, all the hidden weapons shot out turned around and shot towards Wang Anfeng, if Wang Anfeng didn't want to be shot into a hornet's nest, he had to move his footsteps, and at the same time, Xiao Runlin urged the mount under his crotch, and suddenly moved forward, and the spear in his hand rotated and stabbed out.

The two moves have all brought the real divine weapon qi, and they are as vast as the sea.

The hidden weapon came first, constantly changing according to the melody of the pipa song, like a silver line, cutting the surrounding space line of sight, purely in the way of the change of the hidden weapon, among the warriors Wang Anfeng has seen, no one is outstanding.

Not even himself.

He is good at all kinds of martial arts, and any weapon in his hand can stably exert the strength that a five-grade martial artist should have, but it is only a technique, but the swordsmanship and boxing are still considerable.

The fundamental mastery is because of his outstanding talent, his knowledge of all his veins, and after experiencing the baptism of blood ginseng, he has a vast and infinite internal force.

Wang Anfeng's expression was calm, his pupils reflected the silver light, and the changes were complicated, like stars, each of which seemed to have thousands of subsequent changes, and when combined with each other, it gave birth to a more wonderful turn, that is, in the Bronze Man Alley, I had never seen such a powerful secret weapon technique.

In my heart, I admired, recognized, and then raised my right hand and pressed it downward.

All the hidden weapons suddenly stagnate, and all kinds of changes are all false.

After another breath of time, hundreds of hidden weapons fell to the ground completely, with a soft clanging sound, the face of the woman on horseback turned white, she couldn't bear it, she opened her mouth and coughed up blood, and the thoughts that rose in her heart surged, and she was about to speak, but the mouthful of blood was blocked in her mouth, and she was a step slower.

The crimson spear had pierced the air, spun out, and the blade of the spear pointed directly at Wang Anfeng's heart, and the sound was mighty, but like those hidden weapons, it stopped in front of him.

Xiao Runlin roared out, the spear in his hand seemed to turn into a flame, and the famous horse under his crotch neighed like thunder, accompanied by a crisp sound that seemed to be nothing, and the spear was handed out, breaking through the air wall.

The divine weapon qi that had been suppressed was triggered at this moment, as if it was flowing fire.

That shot was enough to puncture an entire mountain.

But he was not able to pick up the black yarn that was blown off, and one hand was on the body of the gun behind the blade, and the blade stopped three inches in front of Wang Anfeng, and it was rare to make an inch.

Xiao Runlin's eyes were secretly happy, holding the gun in his right hand and patting his left hand on the handle of the gun.

With a terrible roar, the vast and ferocious divine weapon qi surged forward along this superior famous spear.

The divine weapon was the most aggressive type of qi in the world, Xiao Runlin was just waiting for this shot to be able to compete, but the sneer on his face only lasted for a short time before dissipating.

The palm holding the gun was still stable, the Buddha beads shook slightly, and the divine soldier's qi seemed to pour into the sea and leak out, Xiao Runlin noticed that something was wrong, and he was about to retreat suddenly, but the power from the gun's side was so huge that it was inconceivable, and he let one person and one horse do their best, how to mobilize the qi and how to neigh like thunder, and couldn't move.

The screams of the girl behind her came only now.

"Be careful!"

Then the second sentence.

"He's a grandmaster!"

Xiao Runlin's eyes flashed with disbelief.

The grandmaster has two meanings in the Sword Forging Valley, and the Qilin at this moment represents the second category, which is the first-class master of the rivers and lakes holding the Divine Soldier Qi Machine, and it is the Great Qin Zhu Kingdom.

Before Xiao Runlin could struggle, Wang Anfeng grabbed the spear, his palm shook slightly, one person and one horse, tumbling to the ground, the sound of the dragon horse neighing was terrible and panicked, Xiao Runlin showed his body, landed on his feet, and immediately noticed the gun, Pang Ran slowly pressed down, almost unbearable, half kneeling on the ground, and a large crack was pressed on the ground.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand again, even with a gun, flew out upside down, and was caught by several disciples of the Sword Casting Valley behind him, and couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood, and then broke free from the support of several people behind him, staggered forward, half-knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and saluted with his crossed hands:

"Thank you seniors for not killing."

The disciples of the Sword Forging Valley behind him did not dare to slack off, and they all dismounted and saluted.

Wang Anfeng didn't intend to kill this group, seeing this, he withdrew his right hand, turned around and walked into the teahouse, no one stopped him in front of him, and walked straight to the original position, You Shang was stunned at first, and then reacted.

With a groan, he lowered his body and rummaged through the contents of the flat pole.

I finally found a dark wine jar that was a little bigger than the ordinary wine jar, and after opening it, the wine was fragrant, and there was a light floral fragrance among them, but when I was selling the wine, I couldn't hold the guy.

Naturally, he didn't hear the word 'grandmaster', but he could see the changes just now.

Now his mind was a mess of mud, and he couldn't even think.

Thinking of the lightning and thunder, his wrist couldn't help but tremble, the wine jug was about to fall to the ground, Wang Anfeng held him with one hand, and then took the big spoon used to make wine, poured the clear wine into the wine jug, filled a jug, hung the wine jug around his waist, leaned over slightly, and thanked him.

You Shang was a little stunned and a little dazed, Wang Anfeng smiled and said:

"Thank you for reminding me."

"There is a long way ahead, you should be careful, today is the Double Ninth Festival, and you will return home as soon as possible."

Immediately turned around and walked out, raised his hand and pressed the hat, and did not look at the eleven people who were half-kneeling on the ground, and walked towards the distance, the surrounding plasma thunder and fire dissipated, and the ground was scorched, but there was a bush of wild grass, dressed in a navy blue robe, the hem of the clothes moved slightly, and the footsteps went away gently.

The momentum is restrained, for some reason, it has not dispersed, but gradually thickened.

PS: Today's 2-in-1 is present......