After Wang Anfeng came out of the Shaolin Temple, he walked all the way.

Walking through the cottage and walking to the vast martial arts arena slashed out by Tai Shujian with his famous sword, Qing Tao, who was wearing ink armor, retreated from both sides of him like waves, making way for him, but it was more like hugging him.

The mountain breeze is blowing.

Wang Anfeng calmed down slightly, and there was no indication on his face that he was at a loss at that moment.

He took a deep breath as he faced the mountains and the heavens and the earth.

Since he picked up that bracer four years ago, since that day, the unprecedented world has unfolded in front of him, and he has always been supported by his master and elders behind him, no matter what kind of danger lies ahead, taking a step back is enough to make him feel at ease.

There is Mr. Win, there is Master, Second Master, Third Master, and Dao Chang.

Now, there is no way back.

Mr. Win is even going to be an enemy.

He didn't want to deny that at a certain moment, his heart, which had long been accustomed to having no distractions, was filled with panic and anxiety, which was born of instinctive uneasiness about the future that was completely unknown and unsupported.

It seems to be walking on a single tree between thousands of lonely cliffs.

You can fall at any time.

But in the next moment, this uneasiness was forcibly stabilized, he was very unfamiliar with the current situation, and to be honest, he even had the idea of giving up, but he understood the consequences even more.

This is something he absolutely cannot allow and cannot bear.

Because Mr. Win used to be his dependent, he knew very well the horror of this usually lazy scribe, and since he said that he would personally remove the dark line of the Shenwu Mansion, then Wang Anfeng believed that he could do it.

He closed his eyes.

As far as the eye can see, there is a drunken uncle, a scholar lying on the bed and a smiling scholar, and a woman whose memory is very blurred, like a phantom.

The mayor of Xidingzhou sang the crying Gongsun Jing.

Mei Wangsheng of the idle clouds and wild cranes for twenty years, the white-haired and elderly Taoist in the Jade Ruins View, and in his description, the warm candlelight in the night, the writer dressed up to guess the lantern riddle, and the last drunken night in Shenwu Mansion......

It's a young girl who looks at each other and smiles through the lights.

He opened his eyes.

The eyes reflect the mountains, rivers and heaven and earth.

Wang Anfeng stood up.

When he turned around, Gongsun Jing was looking at him.

Behind Gongsun Jing, there were three hundred Qingtao riders.

It would be an exaggeration to say how much respect Qingtao had for Wang Anfeng, but after all, Wang Anfeng was in the same position as their 'main general', and he was also the one who selected them from the tens of thousands of giant whale gangs and taught them internal martial arts.

After leaving the Wen family, Wang Anfeng fought a melee with them purely by relying on his physique, and beat a few thorns so hard that he couldn't get up on the ground.

Wang Anfeng's gaze turned and swept over the three hundred people.

Three hundred stood like pines.

If so, what would you do? What would you do if you were to leave?

If it were a father, what would he do?

Wang Anfeng's temperament was calm, his eyes brushed over everyone, and he landed on the mountain rock on the opposite side that was almost cut off by his pot of hard bows, and said:

"You should have seen the battle with that man just now."

Three hundred people did not move.

Gongsun Jing's expression changed slightly.

Wang Anfeng seemed to be stepping on the rickety canoe and walking forward, but the expression on his face was still calm, still calm, and said calmly:

"Miss Gong Yu and I chased after us, but we didn't find who was snooping on it just now. The other party's body and means of gathering breath are above me. ”

"And the strength of martial arts is about the strength of the fifth grade."

The breath of the crowd finally began to become solemn.

Thirty-three of these Qingtao riders are the original veterans of the Shenwu Mansion, Gongsun Jing contacted and found, the strongest martial arts, and already have the level of the upper reaches of the seventh grade, but it is difficult to go further.

Among the remaining more than 200 people, most of them are the strength of the eighth grade, some of them are not bad, and the original martial arts foundation is also higher, under the pills provided by the scribes and the continuous fighting, they have the internal strength of the seven grades.

For the martial artists of the lower three grades, the middle and third rank warriors who can take off to resist the wind and travel thousands of miles in a day are strong enemies who are difficult to challenge in the past.

Wang Anfeng's eyes swept over, as if talking about something that had nothing to do with him, and said calmly:

"This time, Master and Mr. Win can't help each other, and the opponents they encounter must be dealt with by us personally, and the strongest of them may have four grades, first-class masters in the rivers and lakes."

"Although it is unlikely, there may be big people who are close to the grandmaster, or even the grandmaster."

Wang Anfeng turned around and rode with his back to the three hundred Qingtao.

In my mind, there are uncles, scholars, and white-haired old Taoist priests guarding the ruins.

Libo will probably strengthen the training of these soldiers, what will happen to Dad? Reasonable? It should not be possible to win Mr. ......

Sir will force these people to fight to the death.

Wang Anfeng took a breath, closed his eyes, and said softly:

"The last chance, as long as you don't reveal the traces of us and wait, you can leave if you want to."

Everyone was silent, but their strange gaze fell on Wang Anfeng's back.

They heard the voice of the young man in front of them pause before continuing:

"If you don't want to go, come forward."

Gongsun Jing smiled, without the slightest hesitation, like a young military general who had once charged forward and was not afraid of death, taking a step forward, holding a spear, and his body was straight.

Behind him, thirty-three Shenwu Mansion veterans took a step forward in unison.

The footsteps landed on the ground with a snapping sound.

They stood with their heads held high.

The demeanor is pious and contemptuous, just as it was back then.

Then there was silence for a few breaths, and some of the disciples who were selected from the Giant Whale Gang to teach martial arts, military formations, and combat experience slowly moved forward and stood in the position of one step behind the thirty-three old soldiers.

He used to be just an ordinary sect disciple in the rivers and lakes.

But after joining Qingtao Cavalry, he killed bandits, rode fast horses, and killed thieves for thousands of miles. The experience at that time seemed to be poisonous, and he never forgot it in his heart.

And, or maybe he doesn't want to admit it.

Half a month ago, when he followed the young man with a gun on a horse, jumped out of the door of the great family's house, and smashed the sea of flowers for more than ten miles, he experienced a pleasure that he had never felt before.

There may have been the smell of alcohol in the night breeze that night.

The sound of footsteps barely stopped.

Wang Anfeng waited until the voice gradually calmed down, then spoke softly, and said:

"When I turn around, I can't go."

I don't know if it's because of the general trend, or the impulse to boil for a while, or the fragrance of the ten-mile sea of flowers galloping down from the mountain that day is too intoxicating.

Lan Hongyi, who was standing in the crowd, was obviously nervous to death, but he had the feeling of standing on the edge of the cliff and looking down.

The beating of the heart intensifies unconsciously.

The blood flowed all over his body, and he was inexplicably a little hot, and the feeling in his mind was very clear, but it seemed that he had no way to control his body, and all kinds of bold thoughts rose in his heart that made him suspect that he was crazy.

This is drunk, right?

You're drunk, right?!

Lan Hongyi murmured in his heart.

He wanted to leave, but he couldn't take a step, he just pursed his lips, straightened his back, looked straight ahead, looked at the backs, and then he saw the young man standing in front turn around and hold out his right hand towards them.

The expression was solemn, gentle and grateful.

"I'm Wang Anfeng."

"After today, we will bear a name together."

Lan Hongyi held his breath.

Then he heard those two words, and the blood that had been flowing at an accelerated pace seemed to be ignited in an instant, high-spirited and heroic.

He felt himself take a step forward, and he saw his palm, like a companion in front of him, clenching the spear, and the muscles bulging and slamming against the ground.

The loud sound converged and shook, and everyone in the cottage rushed out when they heard the news.

They saw Mo Xiaoqi and the owner of the village sitting on the ground, trembling all over.

Rough voices converged, and the pine waves were overwhelming.

Wind, wind.

Gale.

Powerful.

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