After Wang Anfeng sent the cooked meat offal to the neighbor next door, he came back with some fruit.

There was still a small half of the meat offal left in the pot, the little beast snuggled at his feet, the voice was pleasing and delicate, Wang Anfeng laughed at the moment, found a slightly smaller stoneware bowl, filled some pieces of meat and radishes, and diced vegetables for the little beast to put down.

The latter sniffed slightly, did not shy away from the temperature, and took a big gulp.

Wang Anfeng touched the head of the little beast with his hand, the tentacles felt docile, and said with a smile:

"You've eaten so much, why don't you grow at all?"

"A month's time, it's still a little bit."

"Is it true that you have a bottomless pit in your belly, and you have to eat as much as a cow to grow a little? The third master said that you were already five or six months old at the beginning, and in our Daliang Village, such a big cat has already begun to bark in the spring. ”

"As for you, it's still a little bit."

The little beast squealed twice in dissatisfaction, then purred.

Wang Anfeng laughed, stopped teasing it, stood up, and let out a sigh.

Now in the house, the stove is burning quite vigorously, and he is still holding a bronze hollow stove in his arms, exuding bursts of warmth.

Although it is said that the meridians of the Shaolin Golden Bell Jar are either Shaoyang, or the sun, it is a rare pure yang martial art in the rivers and lakes, and it is fierce and unparalleled.

But he's a little afraid of the cold now.

As for this little beast, whether it is a cat or not, even he himself does not know, but he only said that this thing was given to him by the third master, so he did not dare to have the slightest contempt, seeing that this little beast seemed to be eating happily, he also sat back on the table, filled himself a bowl, and ate slowly.

It is a very simple food, using a large piece of meat, and a kind of tuber root grain unique to the Western Regions, as well as carrots and the like, the material is ordinary, it mainly takes a lot of effort, it is stewed for two hours with a simmer, the meat is cooked well, and the entrance is soft.

Gravy, chunks of beef, and potato chunks that have soaked up the soup give it a thick flavor.

Wang Anfeng squinted comfortably.

In more than a month, this is the first food without a medicinal taste.

Although the second master's medicinal diet is delicious, he eats it every day, and he can't stand it every day, and now his injury has stabilized, but his vitality has not recovered, and he doesn't need to take pills every day.

This time, Hu Lai, broke through the military formation, and the golden bell jar was almost broken.

He was a little embarrassed when he thought about it now.

If it weren't for the presence of the second master, even if this martial arts would not be exhausted, I am afraid that he would have to stop fiercely, and even fall back to the realm of the six grades, just like the Fei Poyue in Fufeng County who has the unique boxing and spear skills in the world, but he is trapped in the six grades all his life and cannot go further.

However, because of the second master's medical skills that shook the ancient and modern, coupled with the characteristics of the golden bell jar itself, it was not broken or standing, and he was a blessing in disguise this time.

According to what the master said, Shaolin Zen attaches great importance to epiphany and becomes a Buddha on the ground.

It's just that because the injury has not disappeared, I am afraid that he will not be able to use the qi machine in a few months, let alone try to break through rashly, if he is against the enemy, he can only rely on external strength and simple internal force, which can be regarded as limiting his strength to the seven-rank realm.

"Seven Grades......"

Wang Anfeng stirred the meat miscellaneous, and was stunned.

The five fingers of the left hand were slightly opened, and they could gradually feel it, as if they were an invisible ocean, filling the qi between heaven and earth, which had disappeared and could not be activated, and its own qi was as if it was trapped and locked by heavy chains, sinking like mercury and unable to be mobilized.

However, the second master Wu Changqing was worried that he would unconsciously mobilize the qi, and he had already used the pill to temporarily make him in a state where it was absolutely difficult to detect the qi, as if he had clicked on the acupoint.

This is the world's miracle medicine specially aimed at the middle and third grade martial artists, the killer weapon in the killer tool, which was notorious in the rivers and lakes in the past, but at this moment it just happened to assist him in his cultivation, saving people and killing people, and he had a thought.

Yakuo Valley.

Wang Anfeng thought thoughtfully, his left hand was flat on the table, and he immediately laughed.

Not being able to use the qi machine is not a big deal, and he is not the kind of martial madman, he can't do anything without martial arts.

It's just a pity that the matter of tracking down the White Tiger Hall has to be slowed down a little.

Otherwise, if the martial arts have not disappeared, he can enter with a sword, directly to the hard, simply neat, and bold in his actions, but now it is not become, the so-called art master is bold, and now he seems to be tied hands and feet, and martial arts cannot be used at will, so he should naturally act cautiously.

Moreover, Wang Anfeng even has every reason to suspect that if he dares to come nonsense like that, not to mention anything else, several masters may be able to appear directly in front of him, arrest him back at once, confine himself in the Shaolin Temple, and practice Tuna.

He had to wait until his injuries healed, his internal strength cultivation went further, and he was willing to let him come out after breaking into the four grades, however, the breakthrough in martial arts was not sudden, it involved many meridian cultivation, from perceiving the breakthrough opportunity to completely stabilizing the cultivation, which took as little as a few months.

By that time, if the White Tiger Hall has any plan, I'm afraid it has been almost completed, and if you are lucky, this plan has failed, and if you are unlucky, it will be a troublesome matter that you will not be able to return to the sky.

You can't give another trick of beheading the assassin king.

In this way, now I can only find other ways to find out the other side's plan.

Wang Anfeng's thoughts were free, the fingers of his right hand were dipped in some water, and he scribbled on the table, dividing two lines from one point, one left and one right.

If you want to know the strategy of the White Tiger Hall, there are only two options now.

Or rather, two people.

Wang Anfeng recalled the two in his mind, one was a young woman with a charming appearance and a beautiful mole on the corner of her mouth, and the other was a tall and burly old man with white hair and a pair of light gray pupils.

Hu Xuan'er, Lu Tai'an.

The former is covered in poison, and it is very likely that he is the secret envoy of the White Tiger Hall, and the latter is the first major faction of the Rest Country, the great elder of the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts, and Lu Guanhong's senior brother Lu Tai'an.

Now he knew that there were only these two people who had anything to do with the White Tiger Hall, and if he wanted to stop the White Tiger Hall before it was done, he could only start from these two people.

Wang Anfeng frowned slightly, wrote a purple on the left side, and a beast character on the right side.

He'd fought both of them before.

At that time, he escorted Lu Guanhong into the city of King Balmain, and at night, the two came to test and fight each other, and this incident had not been long ago, and his impression was quite clear.

Among them, the purple-clothed woman's martial arts are about five grades, but from that night's fight, Wang Anfeng faintly noticed that although this person has five grades of internal martial arts, it seems to be completely different from his own martial arts.

Shaolin Golden Bell Jar internal and external practitioners, the external strength is solid, the internal force is also steady and steady, no matter how calm, this kind of practice, although the speed is quite slow at the beginning, and even a few years of penance is not as good as a year or two of others, but the internal force of the practice is majestic, calm and powerful, and it is extremely difficult to go mad.

And the woman in purple is not, her internal force is weak, and her qi is also meager, if you ignore her poisonous skills, and fight purely with the internal force of the qi machine, she will be able to not fall behind when she is in the realm of six grades.

The other party also seems to know this, so when fighting, he chooses to sneak attack from the rear, relying on poison skills.

However, although he can't use the qi machine now, but the hybrid body doesn't need him to take the initiative to urge, in the past few years, the Shaolin Temple has often practiced medicinal baths, and it has already reached the level of doing whatever he wants, without any intention and no thoughts.

It's just that the other party has fought with him after all, and if things get to the point where they have to fight each other, I'm afraid they can easily judge their identity.

And I heard from the predecessors of the ancient Taoist that the other party also has a master.

Although he has taken such a deviant path, after all, martial arts have been cultivated to the fourth grade, and the strength of the internal strength and qi machine is not much more than the authentic five grades of the Xuanmen, and I am afraid that the poisonous skills will be more beneficial.

When ordinary martial artists reach the fourth rank but can't break through the gate of heaven, they often work their pride.

Although Wang Anfeng is not familiar with the master and apprentice, he also knows that with the martial arts of these two people, when they encounter the Tianmen Pass, they will definitely work the word poison.

I'm afraid that his poisonous skills are already worlds different from the purple-clothed woman he had been in contact with that night, and the purple-clothed woman slapped her hand that day, and Wang Anfeng's mixed body was already a little difficult to support, and she was dizzy for a long time.

With his poisonous skills, he can have such power, and his master will be able to palm down, even if he has the Medicine King Gu Mixed Yuan Body Protection, I am afraid that he will be hit, and he will definitely not die, but he will not have the strength to fight back for a while.

Wang Anfeng frowned, thought slightly, and looked at the beast word again.

Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts.

The first major faction of the rest country, it's a pity, but the pillar of the current sect, the great elder Lu Tai'an, is the secret son of the White Tiger Hall who has worked hard to break into its door, and in the past sixty years, he still has no intention of betraying the White Tiger Hall.

His martial arts have four grades.

Moreover, Wang Anfeng is sure enough, he should be able to use means similar to divine weapons in his hands to reach the realm of the third grade for a short time, but even in Great Qin, this kind of artifact is a foundation, and even the Great Elder cannot use it easily.

In addition, since he is a secret son of the White Tiger Hall, then he can't be regarded as a normal martial artist of the Ten Thousand Beasts Valley, in addition to the alien beasts that have been domesticated for decades, almost psychic, and have a heart-to-heart relationship, Lu Tai'an must know at least one top-level martial art inside the White Tiger Hall.

Or even a whole set.

When he was tempted that night, after all, there were still people from other sects, and Lu Tai'an was not good at using martial arts outside the Ten Thousand Beasts Valley Method, if he really tore his face, the other party's strength would probably skyrocket by several percent compared to that night.

Thinking about it like this, Wang Anfeng suddenly felt a headache, the situation these two people were in was more complicated than he thought, if it weren't for the fact that when he was rushing into battle before, he had also approached these two people, and took the opportunity to put a medicine on the two of them that only the disciples of the Medicine King Valley could identify, and at this moment, things would be even more headache.

Wang Anfeng looked at the left for a while, looked at the right for a while, bent his right hand, knocked his brows lightly, and finally sighed, erased the handwriting on one side casually, stood up, and muttered:

"Forget it, let's start with this person."

At this time, there was a burst of noisy sounds outside the courtyard, and Wang Anfeng smelled a rather strong smell of blood at the tip of his nose, in addition, there was also the sound of weapons colliding, crisp and solemn.

The little beast that was eating meat in the hall raised its head.

A pair of vertical pupils glowed slightly red.

Wang Anfeng got up, gently pushed the little beast away on his toes, let the latter roll on the ground, revealing a snow-white belly, and said with a smile:

"Eat yours."

The little beast barked softly twice in disbelief.

Wang Anfeng had already tidied up his clothes, still hugging the bronze beast head stove, and paced slowly.

On the table in the room, the word beast has been erased, and only purple remains.

PS: Today's first update is presented......

Three thousand four hundred words, I hope to slowly adjust the update time _(:з"∠)_