In the wooden house, Wang Anfeng was lying on the bed, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he was asleep, and he made up his mind to see who it was.

Outside, Liang Jing and the two approached cautiously.

Liang Jingqing waved his hand to let the fat man squat next to him, and he raised his hand to gently push it on the window, using skill, his wrist trembled slightly, and he didn't know how he did it, Wang Anfeng's locked window clicked, and it was directly pushed open.

Liang Jingqing's breathing did not have the slightest confusion, and peeked in.

He had practiced a pupil technique, which required him to apply all kinds of unique medicinal liquids to his eyelids, and with the method of luck, he practiced penances for several months before he could get started, and after he had cultivated, he could see clearly even if there was no light at night.

In recent years, it is with this thaumaturgy that he has made a lot of deals, and when he looked inside, he saw that the young man was lying on the bed with his clothes, and the 'Tibetan Yuan Sword' with 50,000 taels of silver opened by the fire refining door was being carried behind by the young man at this moment, and his heart was first happy, and then he frowned slightly.

Originally, according to his plan, if Wang Anfeng was already asleep, then he would quietly go in and bring out the 'Hidden Yuan Sword', but at this time, although Wang Anfeng was 'asleep', the sword was still behind him, and the warrior himself was extremely keen, and even more so if he was good at weapon skills, if he was not careful, he would wake him up, and it would be all in vain.

After thinking about it for a moment in his heart, Liang Jingqing secretly gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and reached out to take out a small paper bag from his waist.

Liang Jingqing took a deep breath, opened the paper bag, took a small tool from his chest, raised his hand to pour all the medicine powder into it, aimed it at the young man in the room, and gently blew it in.

This medicine powder is not like ordinary anesthetic, although it looks inconspicuous, but it is also a good thing to enter the grade, above the rivers and lakes, the martial artists walk back and forth, the martial arts are not weak, and they are inevitably planted on this thing, commonly known as 'sweat medicine', the black words of the rivers and lakes in the wind and a place, called 'three steps down'.

It means that if you smoke this medicinal powder, even if you are a martial artist of the ninth grade, you will not be able to last three steps, and you will fall to the ground softly, and you will be slaughtered and unable to resist.

This type of thing has been more and more in the rivers and lakes, but this file in Liang Jingqing's hand is already a treasure, and the drugs used in the materials are also extraordinary, so he is quite distressed at this time, and the palms holding the tools are trembling.

But think about the 50,000 taels of silver for the white flowers, but I still made up my mind and blew all the last bit of medicinal powder into it.

I don't know if it's because this breath is a little long, or because of the pain in the flesh, Liang Jingqing's face is slightly pale.

Taking two steps back, in the cold night breeze, he also felt a little hot air, which made his lips a little chapped, and a feeling of living like a year rose in his heart.

After a while, he could hear that there was nothing unusual in the room, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Liang Jingqing looked sideways at the fat man, and pretended to be relaxed:

"See? You say you're nervous, nervous. ”

"It doesn't matter if he is a book collector or a star list, my top medicine is blown in, and he doesn't even have a fart to turn it over, what kind of young hero, what kind of swordsmanship is extraordinary?"

"Whew!"

"It's all fucking bullshit! Personally, he put gold on his own face. ”

He cursed in a low voice for a moment, looked left and right, and whispered to the fat man who had relaxed:

"Fatty, old rules."

"I'll go in, and you'll let the wind out there, and someone will come, and you'll get it away."

"If it happens, I'll be six and you'll be four."

The fat man nodded, and his hands pulled out two light and thin handles from his waist, and the two bladed Emei water-splitting thorns, guarded behind with a guarded face, while Liang Jingqing took the antidote first before carefully pushing open Wang Anfeng's wooden door.

The door was already in disrepair, and there was always a creak when the door was pushed, but at this time it was unusually smooth, and there was no noise.

Liang Jingqing slowed down, crossed the outhouse, and approached Wang Anfeng.

The sound of its footsteps and breathing is difficult to completely disappear, but it is all hidden in the wind outside the house with skill, even if it is a conscious person, if you don't look at it, it is difficult to detect, this is exactly the method that assassin killers can master, not martial arts, but the experience that the predecessors of the assassins exchanged for their lives, which is more precious.

After a while, Liang Jingqing had already walked to the side of the bed, his footsteps stopped, looking at Wang Anfeng, who was still 'sleeping', the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his face was calm, and his right hand pulled out a bright short knife from his waist to prevent the latter from suddenly waking up.

The left hand reached towards the wooden sword, and when the fingers touched the slightly cool and smooth touch of the scabbard, his eyes were filled with joy, and he secretly said in his heart that this matter had been done.

At this moment, an indescribable feeling of weakness suddenly appeared.

Liang Jingqing's vision was in a trance, his steps staggered, as if he had not slept for several nights, and almost fell to the ground, when he was screaming badly, a powerful palm grabbed his right arm, pulled him away, and did not let him smash him to the ground, waking the young man up.

Liang Jingqing breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, a cold sweat broke out behind his back, and he instinctively said:

"Thank you ......"

Before the voice fell, his heart went into arrest, and he raised his head stiffly, and saw the owner of the palm, and saw the smiling blue-shirted young man whispering to him, saying:

"No thanks."

Liang Jingqing felt a chill in his heart, the hair on his back suddenly rose, as an assassin, he naturally had no shortage of fighting for his life, gritted his teeth, held the short knife back, and stabbed towards Wang Anfeng's body, in his heart, he only planned to run away directly after a blow, the short knife was swung out, Wang Anfeng was still sitting on the bed, his body did not move, and he did not make any sound.

At the same time, the right hand poked out, it seemed to be slow and fast, a move Medicine Wang Gu pointed at the star, 'coincidentally' at the inner point of Liang Jingqing's wrist, Liang Jingqing didn't know why, his body was weak and weak, and he suffered this trick again, and his wrist was numb at the moment, and he couldn't hold the weapon in his hand anymore, and the short knife fell, and was grabbed by Wang Anfeng's left hand.

At the same time, the young man's right hand is very familiar with the star fingering, almost instinctively from Liang Jing Neiguan acupoint, Waiguan acupoint, Quchi acupoint, Qi Ze acupoint, Lie Lack acupoint one after another, Liang Jingqing only felt a flower in front of him, and before he could see clearly, half of his body lost consciousness and sat down directly on the ground.

His face was dazed and in disbelief, and he saw the blue-shirted young man withdraw his fingers, stand up, and smile at himself:

"I'm sorry."

"Seeing that your posture is so good, I couldn't help but click on it."

Liang Jingqing swallowed his saliva, looked at the radiant young man in front of him, and said:

"No, it can't be."

"You, what did you do to me?!"

Wang Anfeng did not answer directly, but flicked the short knife in his hand, held it with his backhand, and played it twice at will.

He was just in the Shaolin Temple, meditating on the "Ghost Head Knife" knife technique, at this time there was a knife in his hand, and he naturally showed the tricks in this knife technique, Liang Jingqing only felt that the knife shadow in front of him was ruthless, and it seemed that he had taken the road that made people unable to survive and die, and his heart couldn't help but tremble, and he was already remorseful.

At this time, Wang Anfeng's wrist moved slightly, the short knife popped out, and it hit Liang Jingqing's throat directly, the situation was in hand, his expression was naturally calm, and in the face of ill-intentioned people, he naturally did not return to his original gentleness, his eyebrows were slightly cold, and he had a three-point temperament of Mr. Win, not in a hurry, and only pressed step by step with words:

"What did I do to you?"

"Nothing."

"It's just a pill added to your drug."

Liang Jingqing was slightly stunned, and at this time he found that in the wooden crack at the head of the bed, there was a short incense, which was lit at some point, and Wang Anfeng was lying on his side on the bed, but he just covered this short incense, and when the latter came down, he could see it clearly.

The red light of the incense head flashed, emitting curling white smoke, after spreading, colorless and tasteless, but it seemed to be mocking, and his mind became more and more grozy, but he suddenly remembered the news he had heard when he was walking the rivers and lakes.

It is said that those martial artists who are proficient in medical skills can not only distinguish the combination of drugs with their sense of smell, but also disrupt the original pharmacological coordination with other drugs, so that those who plot against them are the most difficult to provoke in the rivers and lakes.

At this time, his weapon was snatched, his own martial arts could not be exerted at all, his mood was already unbalanced, and he speculated that the young man in front of him had excellent medical skills, and he became more and more uneasy, and when he looked up, he saw that although Wang Anfeng's expression was calm, there was a cold feeling in his face, and he couldn't help swallowing saliva.

The more unhurried Wang Anfeng spoke at this time, the more bottomless he became.

I just felt that the young man in front of me didn't look like a young man at all, what kind of person was gentle and polite, but he was similar to several underworld giants and evil leaders who had been fortunate enough to meet, and they were all so unfathomable.

Under the preconceived idea, he was sure of the young man in front of him, and his words and deeds were just disguises, and then he thought of Fang Cai's own excitement, and when he touched the appearance of this house, it was like looking for death, and he wanted to cry without tears in his heart, and he wanted to die on the wall.

Niang Xipi.

I've never seen such a joy in finding death and finding land.

PS: The first update is presented......