Yesterday, Wang Anfeng and Wei Qi had a conflict.

And today, Wei Qi died in his quiet room.

And he died from a sword wound.

Moreover, the sword marks were scorched black, like lightning strikes.

It just so happened that yesterday, when Wei Qi was plotting against Chuanlian, he was attacked by Wang Anfeng with a sword, because the former's weapon was special, which attracted the thunder in Wang Anfeng's body.

In order to get out, Wei Qi deliberately advertised that the wooden sword in Wang Anfeng's hand could breed thunder.

At that time, outside the restaurant, there were many onlookers, and there were more than a dozen good deeds on Wang An's wind and wooden sword that the thunder faded away, including old and young, and there was no shortage of hardcover men.

Wang Anfeng's eyes flashed, and he immediately understood the seriousness of this matter in his heart.

Just like the rich merchant who died under the fingering of Sanxiao Yin Luo before, it was difficult for Chuan Lian to refute.

At this time, after the conflict with Wang Anfeng, Wei Qi died immediately, and the fatal trauma coincided with Wang Anfeng's martial arts, and all kinds of clues pointed to the latter, almost a situation where there was no argument.

Wang Anfeng took a slight breath at the moment, looked at Su Wenchang and Chuan Lian, shook his head solemnly, and said:

"Not me."

Su Wenchang raised his hand to interrupt him, and said a little irritably:

"Of course I know it's not you."

"But the people on the rivers and lakes don't know, it's nearly thousands of miles away, and the fire refining gate of Fufeng Xizhou City doesn't know."

"They can only know that you are good at swordsmanship, they only know that you can give birth to thunder under your sword, and they only know that you just had a conflict with that fire refining gate guard Qi yesterday, and after a fight, they were beaten to cough up blood and retreat, and today their young master died under the sword!"

"But if it can be proved that you have stayed with the disciples in my school palace since you came back yesterday, they will not be able to touch you."

"And you, you're telling me now."

"You can't tell where you rested yesterday?!"

When Su Wenchang said this, he raised his hand and pointed at Wang Anfeng, after all, he just flicked his sleeves and said hatefully:

"Damn...... I really can't do it, I can only fake. ”

Wang Anfeng was silent, shook his head, and said with a gentle smile:

"Don't mess around."

"Gambler, you know better than me how easy it is to debunk cheating in a place where people come and go."

"Once someone debunks, it will drag you into the water."

"I can't do that."

Su Wenchang was slightly stunned, and then he was a little angry, his eyebrows were upside down, he took a step forward, and scolded:

"Why are you still doing it now?!"

"The Fire Refining Sect is the number one faction in my Fufeng Jianghu! Even in the entire rivers and lakes, there are also famous military refining families, and the people who have made good friends are all first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, and the elders in the sect even know each other with the grandmaster, and it is their young master who dies! And you, now the object of suspicion of the first rank! ”

"Their temperament will never be carefully investigated, they would rather kill the wrong person than let it go, do you know the seriousness of this matter?!"

"I know your temperament and don't want to do such a false thing, but you are just a third-grade martial artist at this time, how can you confront a big faction? Even if you are a third-grade grandmaster, it is rare for a first-class master to retreat from the top of the plural first-class masters with sharp weapons, let alone you and me? ”

"Now it's likely that the news has been sent back with a strange beast.

"When the news passes, within a few days, there will be a third-grade elder with a large number of masters to take revenge, and at the cost of forging a weapon containing the charm of a divine soldier for free, you will be rewarded all over the rivers and lakes."

"Then it won't be the attraction of your Hidden Abyss Sword."

"This kind of lore list, the masters of the middle and third grades will be tempted, and even in the school palace, it will not be safe!"

"Under such circumstances, you are still so indifferent, is it possible that you want to die?!"

The more he talked, the more angry he became, looking at Wang Anfeng and scolding:

"Idiot!"

"Shaft, it's not enough!"

"No, I'm going to find the Master...... I really can't do it, I'll put you in the school palace, I ......"

Speaking of this, Su Wenchang stomped his feet heavily, turned around and left, but at this moment, Wang Anfeng's right hand suddenly pointed, and with a star fingering technique, one finger fell on the acupoint behind the former.

Although Su Wenchang is well-informed, there is no one in the school palace who can compare, but he is not interested in martial arts, and his internal strength has not yet reached the ninth grade, and he is also a mental arithmetic and unintentional situation, how can he resist Wang Anfeng's star fingering.

Dengshi was punctured through the internal force defense at the acupoint, his pupils were slightly dilated, and then he lost his brilliance, and the whole person fell softly to the back, and was held by Wang Anfeng.

Looking at Su Wenchang's face and the look of disbelief, Wang Anfeng sighed and said with a smile:

"It's because I know it's serious."

"I can't get you involved."

Next to Chuanlian, his face was full of guilt, and he said:

"It's all my fault, if I hadn't come to find Brother Wang to go out yesterday, you wouldn't have had a conflict with Na Weiqi, but it would have made this situation worse."

Wang Anfeng picked up Su Wenchang with one hand, motioned for Chuan Lian and Meng Yuexue to follow into the house, and while putting Su Wenchang on his bed, he spoke, his voice was still quiet, and he said softly and comfortingly:

"Brother Sichuan doesn't have to blame himself, I have already had a conflict with Wei Qi."

"Even if there is no such thing, I will always have a fight with him, but before or after."

"It's just...... That said, I don't want to bear the stigma. ”

The voice paused slightly, Wang Anfeng looked sideways outside, his eyes looked through the window, and he saw the sky, the sky was quite gloomy today, which made people feel extremely depressed, and Wang Anfeng had been able to perceive the murderous boiling with Mr. Win's tempered perception, filling the heaven and earth, and even some slight momentum I don't know how far away, locked himself.

The hair on the back of the neck exploded.

Small flesh-colored grains appear on the arms.

He was familiar with the feeling.

In the face of Mr. Win's murderous training, this is the feeling, this person must not be compared with Mr. Win, but he is definitely a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, in front of him, like a child, there is no power to fight back, these Jianghu guests, many of them do not care about the real murderer, there are master craftsmen in the fire refining sect who can train divine soldiers, and there are many people in the rivers and lakes who plan to make friends.

It was enough for them to be able to convince the angry fire to accept their affection.

As for whether Wang Anfeng is innocent, it is not in his consideration.

Wang Anfeng is a handsome man on the star list.

So what?

I don't know how many of the dead stars there are.

What's more, he is an ordinary martial artist who has no sect and no background.

The dead have no future.

The young man turned his back to Chuan Lian and the two at this time, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he drooped down, and he smiled easily, pursed his lips, and his expression was already sinking like autumn water.

Heaven and earth are vast.

But at this time, he only felt unimaginably huge pressure.

What Su gambler said just now is indeed good.

His own cultivation is low, and there is no treasure, and the masters can't shoot at the Shaolin Temple that is not many miles away.

The saint takes heaven and earth as a cage, and the bird has nowhere to escape.

The Fire Refining Gate, even in the whole world, is also a well-known refining faction, the status is only under the Sword Casting Villa, the communication is extensive, the rivers and lakes have been in the court for a hundred years, the warriors who inherit their favor do not know how many, or fall in the vendetta, or ride the wind momentum, rise to the top, and achieve the master of the master.

Now that the young master has died violently, the Jianghu sect has the most important face, and under the anger, such as Dai Zong's eastward leaning.

Under the cover of the mountain, how can there be eggs?

PS: First Update......