Wherever you go.

The young man in the blue shirt walked in front, his mind was attracted by the jade pendant in his hand, and even at this time, the distance he stepped out of each foot was the same, as if measured with a ruler as accurate, and the footsteps were extremely rhythmic, showing a very solid foundation of body skills.

This should have been something to be celebrated.

But now it is because of this solid foundation that people can take advantage of it.

The figure was extremely agile, and the sound it made was very slight, and every time it landed, it was in the footsteps of the young man, and the subtle sound was covered by Wang Anfeng's footsteps, like a ghost in a legendary story, approaching the young man.

When he was three steps away from Wang Anfeng, the clouds and mist in the sky dispersed, obscuring the bright moon.

The footsteps of the person on the bluestone slab lightly tiptoed, no longer covering the figure, the strength was self-sufficient, swaying left and right, rising up, like a flying eagle wings, the five fingers of the left hand were buckled, the body was twisted and the wrist was twisted, and the jade pendant in Wang Anfeng's hand was grabbed, and the five fingers of the hand were raised, like a crane's beak, and fell into the air to Wang Anfeng's left shoulder.

One move and two styles, which provoked the hunt to break through the air.

Wang Anfeng seemed to be taken aback, his right hand shook, the jade pendant fell downward, and the moon-white mist gathered at the dragon's head pulled out a dazzling line, and the right hand of the person subconsciously fished down, and took the beautiful jade in his hand, but his own posture was distorted for it, and he was waiting to regain his strength.

Wang Anfeng just took a step back, his right arm bent his elbow, and naturally fell backwards.

Because he didn't detect the killing machine, he only used seven points of strength.

In the loud explosion, the man's body was slightly stiff, Wang Anfeng had been in the Shaolin Temple for a long time, and immediately knew that the opponent's internal strength was similar to his own, and his right hand was raised upward, holding it on his right wrist, and the thunder flashed and hit his meridians.

The latter's right hand trembled slightly, the hazy moon fell down, and was caught by Wang Anfeng, the person who came noticed that something was wrong, and he had to retreat urgently, his body was quite exquisite, and Wang Anfeng had opened a three-step distance in an instant, and at this time, the young man's right hand was instantly held on the hilt of the sword behind his back, and in the sound of the sword, the sword was drawn out of the sheath.

The wooden sword slashed through the air in an arc.

The clouds opened and the fog dispersed, and the moonlight was bright.

Under the moonlight, a black-clothed young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old had a pale face, standing on the ground, his body stiff, not daring to make the slightest move.

The eight-sided wooden sword was not more than an inch, not less than a minute, and it was just right on his throat, as if it had been calculated countless times, and it was the precision that made him feel an incredible shock in his heart.

Looking at the blue-shirted young man with a calm expression under the moonlight, thinking back to every detail of the shot just now, he only felt a chill climb up his back, and then grabbed the heart in his chest.

Seen through?!

The black-clothed boy's pupils contracted slightly.

The jade pendant fell.

Retreat, strike, draw your sword.

It's all in his calculations?!

Feeling the stinging in his throat, he had no doubt that the longsword, which appeared to be wood, could easily pierce his own throat.

If he had drawn his sword earlier and taken a step forward......

Thinking of this, a cold sweat couldn't help but appear on his back, and he only felt that he was turning around in front of the Yama Palace, raising his hands and spreading his five fingers to show that he was not carrying any weapons, and squeezed out a harmless smile on his face, and said:

"Relax ......"

"Bibliophile, please relax......"

In my heart, I gritted my teeth.

Wait a while, the eldest sister will come and clean you up, you must look good!

At this moment, he saw that the young man in front of him bowed slightly, the long sword was still pointed in front of his throat, without the slightest shaking, his eyebrows were calm and light, and he turned to the east, and his left hand hung the white jade pendant on his waist at will, his posture was idle, and his temperament was clean, like a cold plum under the moon, inviting friends to get together, and said casually:

"If you're here, why don't you come out and see you?"

The voice paused slightly, and the young man in black sighed in his heart, but when he saw that the alley was still as quiet and silent as ever, without the slightest response, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

It's so dangerous, it's dangerous, and the eldest sister's head hasn't been provoked as easily as before.

At this point, I relaxed slightly, and then I found something really worth caring about, and my eyes widened slightly.

Wrong!

Did this bibliophile really find the eldest sister's head?!

Looking at the young man in front of him, he didn't know if it was because of the fear in his heart, he only felt that the new bibliophile in front of him was becoming more and more unfathomable.

The alley walls made of bluestone on both sides are crawling with moss, deep and silent, and they can't help but spread towards the far away sight, seemingly endless, including the two artistic conceptions of 'this' and 'that', the sword-wielding boy stands on the earth, and the bright moon is in the sky, in a trance, he almost feels that he is not facing an ordinary teenager, but this bright moon and the sky, which is the world in front of him.

When he was shocked in his heart, he saw the collection of books in front of him, Shoufu turned to look at him, and said seriously:

"According to my Great Qin law, attacking and killing others without reason is one of the six murders, and the crime is unforgivable."

"You can correct the law on the spot, and you are not guilty of killing."

The black-clothed young man had a stiff smile on his face.

Immediately, he noticed that the wooden sword around his neck gradually increased its strength, and it was indeed as sharp as he imagined, the skin was easily sliced open, and the faint evening breeze in the autumn night poured into the torn muscles and blood vessels, with a unique touch that made people tremble.

Warm blood flowed down the wound.

Then it is blown by the night wind, bringing the final temperature and slowly solidifying.

The black-clothed young man's body trembled, and the overly serious eyebrows and eyes of the bookkeeper in front of him gave him a feeling that he was really going to die, and the horror of the previous attack was not successful, and the horror of being captured in an instant was infinitely magnified at this time, turning into the horror and fear of facing death, so that he couldn't help but howl out, and screamed:

"Big sister head, big sister head, big sister head!"

"This guy is really playing, he really wants to chop me!"

"Help!"

Wang Anfeng was unmoved, Wu Changqing's teachings echoed in his ears, and the more steady he became, the woman who was hiding on the side seemed to be unable to hold it anymore. A strong qi in the air fell three feet in front of Wang Anfeng's body, cutting a crack in the ground.

Gravel splattered.

Wang Anfeng stepped on the position of the Nine Palaces of the Dao Gate, his body turned behind the black-clothed young man, his right hand held a sword, and his left hand turned into a claw posture, buckled on the throat of the black-clothed young man.

And it was only at this time that his heart was slightly relieved, and he had time to look at the woman in front of him, seeing her dressed in a black and red power suit, her eyebrows were heroic, she saw the Daqin-style war knife in her hand, and saw that she was stroking her forehead with her hand, looking at the screaming black-clothed young man with a helpless face.

Wang Anfeng's familiar cold voice sounded in his ears, his expression remained unchanged, his gaze shifted from the girl, he looked sideways at a shadow, and said softly:

"This general, why hasn't he come out yet?"

The expressions of the other two people present changed slightly, and after a moment of silence, from the shadows, a middle-aged man stepped out, dressed in light leather armor, with a rough contour, thick and messy eyebrows, and a lingering fierceness in his breath.

Behind his back was a long sword, with copper-colored tiger stripes, as if stained with blood, full of red rust.

Clenched his fists and saluted, and said in a deep voice:

"I don't dare to be called a general."

The girl exhaled, stroked her forehead with her hand, and sighed:

"Everyone has come out, and they are tired and raise their noble hands."

"Just take this idiot as a fart, let it go."

Wang Anfeng nodded, let go of the left hand that was holding the young man, the latter staggered, almost fell to the ground, just broke free from the restraints, he pressed the neck wound with one hand, and howled:

"Big sister, give me gold sore medicine......"

The voice stopped abruptly, and he took off his right hand, which was only stained with a slight trace of blood, as if he had accidentally scratched his skin, but the fear that seemed to be about to be Ling Chi still haunted his heart, refusing to disperse, and a dull and dazed look appeared on his face.

Wang Anfeng withdrew the long sword in his right hand into the scabbard, and his strength dispersed.

If these people have malicious intentions towards themselves, then it makes no difference whether their own micro martial arts face the middle-aged man with a sword in his hand or not, and he still has to rely on Mr. Win to bring him back to Shaolin.

Putting the sword away is just the right thing to make him uncertain and uncertain.

And if the other party's move is just a temptation, and there is no killing intention, then his own move will be more frank and calm.

The girl on the opposite side was thoughtful, waved her hand and put the war knife in her hand into the sheath, clasped her fists and smiled:

"Disturb today, I originally wanted him to contact His Excellency, but I didn't want him to make a direct move."

"If there is any offense, I hope to bear one or two."

Wang Anfeng shook his head to show that he didn't care, and he had a lot of doubts about this sudden incident tonight.

Different from the pursuit of the White Tiger Hall, whether it was the black-clothed young man, the girl in front of him, or the silent middle-aged man, there was no sign at all.

The other party called him the book keeper several times, apparently finding him based on this title.

But he really didn't know, what was so special about the name Bibliophile?

At that moment, he hugged his fists and bowed slightly, and opened his mouth to ask:

"In Xia Wang Anfeng, I don't know yet, why did you come here tonight?"

PS: Second update