Xu Yulong looked at the young man over there in a daze, and then lowered his head to look at the instinctive trembling bodies of the martial artists around him.

He is not a stupid person, he can cultivate a set of not so advanced internal strength classics to the seventh rank at this age, and he has also achieved the position of a quasi-high-level in the sect, he can't be a fool anyway.

When he saw the reactions of these martial artists, he naturally guessed it.

Sitting on the tea stall opposite is clearly what these disciples said, the scholar who walked with the Heavenly Sword Sect Hongfeibai, and had extremely powerful secret weapon kung fu in one hand.

They had previously obtained the news from the secret place, and sent two deacons of the seventh rank in the sect to lead people to ambush the path of the contemporary disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, but who knew that they had not waited for the news to come back.

When he sent people over again, he saw some of the men lying on the ground like corpses, almost burying the new snow.

The other half of the men and the two deacons were no longer able to find their bodies.

And this half of the disciples are this person who was stunned with a hidden weapon.

Then according to the rules of the martial artists of the rivers and lakes, he should go over no matter what, at least he should leave a few cruel words, whether he fights or not, he can't lose in momentum.

However, Xu Yulong had a premonition in his heart, as if his past words were no different from the wild dogs that went to the tiger to sprinkle, and he would never be able to ask for any good fruit to eat.

On the rivers and lakes, in the mountains and forests.

That tiger is a vegetarian?

Raising his eyes and sweeping the surrounding Tiger Sword Sect, the eyes of Ansan Boxing Gym and others who were watching the show were fixed, and they didn't make a move, just sat in place, raised their hands and drank.

Behind him, a young disciple was an attendant, and when he saw this situation, he leaned closer, and said in a low voice:

"Master, this thing ......"

"Don't make a sound, it's not just us who are staring at the fat of the Heavenly Sword Gate, before that, everything is careful."

Xu Yulong's expression did not change, and he spoke in a low voice.

In his heart, he secretly scolded this young disciple for not having the ability to see and see.

The young disciple suddenly felt that Vice Master Xu really thought more than he thought, nodded and retreated behind him, and no longer spoke to the side in front of him that insulted the reputation of the sect, but no matter what, he was a little curious in his heart.

Looking at the tea stall opposite, the young martial artist who was not much older than himself.

I don't understand why he just sat there and scared so many fierce people into weakness.

Wang Anfeng drank the tea in the cup, and there was no one on the other side, but it was a pity in his heart, so he took out several copper plates from his arms and lined them up on the table.

This silver coin was specially redeemed by him at the Daqin ticket number during this time, and most of them were placed in Shaolin, and he only brought dozens of coins with him.

Looking at the appearance of the sword-wielding warriors in the restaurant opposite, Wang Anfeng laughed, lifted the iron sheet sword on the table, and stood up.

The little Taoist priest who had just come over behind Wang Anfeng held the bowl in both hands, took a sip of tea, and put the tea bowl on the table.

Raised his hand and wiped his mouth, he took out a scroll of paintings from his back package, first got up and saluted the old man, and then spoke, very politely:

"Sir, bother me a little bit."

The old man waved his hand busily and said, "Yo, Xiaodao chief, the old man can't afford this gift......"

The little Taoist priest smiled shyly and said:

"Deserved, deserved."

The sons of Great Qin, Confucianism and Taoism are the most noble, the old man of the tea stall wiped his hands and asked with a smile:

"Ouch, that'...... What's the matter with you, Chief?"

"Xiaodao wants to ask you about someone."

"I wonder if you've ever seen this person in a few days?"

As he spoke, the little Taoist priest carefully opened the scroll.

Wang Anfeng happened to pass by this tea stall at this time.

Hearing this, he subconsciously glanced at the little Taoist priest, who was only about fifteen years old at most, with a bamboo hairpin and a large bag of luggage on his back.

A fair face, eyebrows as light as distant mountains, pupils like stars, eyes like stars, when the light of the eyes flow, look forward to the brilliance.

Although he is young, he can already see the future elegance, and he must be a peerless person.

The rivers and lakes are huge, and there are many fates.

Thinking of Hong Feibai, Wang Anfeng was complicated in his heart, sighed, withdrew his gaze, and walked past the tea stall with an iron sword in his left hand.

The little Taoist priest happened to unfold the scroll.

It's a fine paper, and it's a handsome young Taoist priest.

A simple robe can't hide the dusty atmosphere, with a sword behind his back and a jade jue hanging on his waist, the only pity is that there are three or four points of laziness at the eyebrows and eyes, which is vivid, full of twelve points of charm, so that the old man can't help but slander in his heart.

If he was a child, he would have taken off his shoes and slapped him with a big mouth.

But this young Taoist priest had nothing to do with him after all, so he looked at it very carefully, thought hard in his mind for a long time, and finally shook his head at the little Taoist priest with a look of antiquation, apologized, and said:

"I'm sorry, Xiaodao Chief, I don't have an impression of the old man."

"Maybe I'm getting older, and my memory can't follow......"

The old man sighed.

The little Taoist priest regretted, but in turn relieved:

"Your old man's blood is long and strong, and he will definitely be able to live in the world for a hundred years."

He said this sincerely, and his appearance was gratifying, and the tea stall shopkeeper was relieved to hear it, and only sighed in his heart that his own bastard had never said such intimate words, and it was really not a little bit.

That's a difference of ten or twenty miles.

The little Taoist priest rolled up the scroll, put it away, and then drank the pot of tea he asked for before saying goodbye to the old man.

He picked up the bag that was more than half a man high, but his steps were very steady, but the brows on his white face were tightly wrinkled, and he seemed to be a little dissatisfied, and his mouth muttered in a low voice.

The lazy ghost, the old crane with fried hair, the big gray donkey and the like.

Walking out of the city gate, all the way slowly out of the range of the official road, the surrounding terrain is flat, the dry grass in autumn is pressed down by the snow, it looks a little desolate, ordinary people will never take this kind of road.

But it seems that this little Taoist priest doesn't care about whether he walks or not, just lowers his head and walks forward while muttering.

The official road, the wilderness, and the snow are all left behind.

The footsteps suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at the Daqin County where there was only a small point left in his eyes, thought about it, raised his hand and folded a wooden branch from the book next to him, and wrote and drew on the snow under his feet.

The heavenly stems and the earthly branches, the five elements gossip, at the beginning it was still a part that ordinary people could understand, and the more it went to the back, the more complicated and dense it was, almost making people dizzy to watch, and the movements of the hands were suddenly stunned.

The young Taoist priest's eyes widened, and he muttered:

"That's not right...... If you figure it out, senior brother is here......"

"I'm not wrong."

Fu wrote and drew on the ground again, and after doing the math again, he made sure that he had not made a mistake, and threw the branch in his hand.

Turning back to look at the city that was a little far away, the young man hesitated, carried a package half a person high, turned around and resolutely walked back.

"You fried old crane, a stinky Taoist who was born with three lazy bones stuffed in."

"I owe me three dozen almond crisps, don't think about it!"

Wang Anfeng went back to the inn and sat down at the table by the window again, looking at the courtyard opposite the plane tree.

What he saw was still an ordinary scene, but now this ordinary scene revealed some indescribable strangeness, he looked inside outside the restaurant today, and found no trace of the people in the White Tiger Hall, but found a lot of martial artists in the rivers and lakes, all of which were near the city.

Tianjian Gate is known as the sword to suppress the handover of the two counties, with a radius of more than 500 miles.

At this time, its prestige has long been gone, and the tiger is old and can no longer suppress the wolves around it.

These sects naturally want the Heavenly Sword Sect to fall apart, and it is best to even smash the signboard of the word Heavenly Sword and throw it into the furnace as firewood, so as to be able to relieve their hatred.

Now these sects, each of which also has big and small grievances with each other, have gathered here all together, naturally it is impossible to go to the restaurant to drink.

Wang Anfeng's right fingers flexed up and tapped lightly on the table.

The gaze shifted to the street, and in just half an hour, the second wave of guards had already walked over, plus the group seen on the road, a total of three waves.

His eyes were very sharp, and he had already seen that these Great Qin Iron Pawns had powerful crossbows behind them, and there was a quiver on the left and right sides of their waists, which were shining with cold light, with a total of forty armor-piercing crossbow arrows, and a distance of 100 meters, and the front was firmly guarded with a strong shield, so that the word 'flying locust' could be added to the local county records.

Wang Anfeng retracted his gaze, he was seriously considering.

Do you want to go to the courtyard of the Heavenly Sword Gate and tell Yu Honghui what you saw.

But since the people in those sects did not hide in the slightest, and they gathered people to drink in the restaurant, they were obviously not afraid that others would know that they were coming.

And since the Heavenly Sword Sect was still able to hold it down at this time, it was obvious that although its background was far inferior to that of the Great Sword Sect in the past, it was also a bottom in his heart, and the iron pawns who walked back and forth were dense, and it was obvious that Daqin had also sensed the wind and grass.

The boy narrowed his eyes.

He felt that he was now a bit like he had unintentionally stepped into a whirlpool, originally several forces had checked and hesitated against each other, but it was still stable, but now with Hong Feibai, who was pulling the cart with his body, the two of them were like a crossbow bolt that shot out, straight and straight into it, and then got involved in this whirlpool.

He felt like he was not even breathing right now.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and stroked the hilt of the iron sword that lay horizontally on the table.

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