Shaolin Temple.

Wang Anfeng sat cross-legged on the top of the lonely peak.

Above the body, the clothes that were originally just ordinary fabrics gradually changed their materials, no longer agitated by the wind, but drooped down, and the color became deeper and deeper, as if the dry iron had been melted away after thousands of tempers.

The young man's eyes were slightly closed, and his face was not different, but his body was trembling slightly.

The vitality stuffed in the meridians was compressed because of this, constantly colliding with the meridians, making his face pale involuntarily.

The scribe in green clothes raised his right hand from Wang Anfeng's shoulder, and between his fingers, the three crystal clear relics lost their spiritual charm, slowly collapsed, and turned into powder, this kind of thing is extremely rare, this time, almost one-third of the reserves in the past two years have been used.

And as a price, the clothes on Wang Anfeng's body were directly reborn.

The young man slowly opened his eyes, without internal force, only raised his palm with his own body, and noticed the weight that was like a wave of water, which would constantly adjust with his movements, and a trace of surprise appeared on his face, and said:

"It's amazing......"

Mr. Win withdrew his right hand and said lightly:

"It's just something that is readily available, and I don't know ......"

Wang Anfeng shook his head and exclaimed:

"But the younger generation has never seen such a powerful thing in the wind building."

The scribe lowered his hand, raised his chin imperceptibly, snorted coldly, and said:

"Sit in a well and watch the sky."

Then he turned around and walked slowly to the bamboo chair, where he lay on it, holding a scroll, as if he had become addicted to the world of the book, but the frequency of his left hand tapping on the armrest changed slightly.

The young man turned his back to the scribe, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his dark eyes were already full of smiles.

Just now, after he rode a red horse to a remote corner on the mountain, he directly communicated with the Buddha beads and brought himself and the red thin horse into the Shaolin Temple.

In order to dissolve the vitality in the body as soon as possible, at least to the extent of mobilizing internal force, Wang Anfeng's body was blessed with weight.

It's just that this time it's no longer the thousand-jin chain of the year, this black power suit is refined by Mr. Win with the relics of the spirit beads, and after Wang Anfeng's rough estimate, the weight on his body at this time has reached more than 10,000 catties.

And in the fierce battle, you can naturally reduce your own weight at the speed of running through the internal force of Wang Anfeng's body, which is extremely wonderful.

Through this weight that wraps around the body, the vitality is forcibly pressed into the body and the body is cleansed.

The last time I did this was three years ago, and I still feel a little nostalgic when I revisit it at this time.

The young man stood up, raised his right fist, put on a Shaolin long fist posture, let out a low shout, and threw a punch forward, the fist broke through the air, making a dull sound of breaking the air.

……………………………………

And at the same time, on the hill behind this town.

The two chasing the wind stopped their way and landed firmly on the ground, looking around, there was a mess all around.

The shattered medicine furnace, the disciples of the Immortal Pavilion who fell to the ground, and Zhao Guang, who was dressed in a robe and had been beheaded with a sword, all formed this cold battlefield.

Bing Hongcai held a war knife in his hand, walked here slowly, a pair of eyes like blades were extremely sharp, and with the unique scrutiny of the criminal department of the Legalist, he carefully swept over this battlefield.

This is the battlefield.

With the knife that cut through the sky and clouds just now, even if he didn't use the methods of his Legalists, he would never make a mistake.

The man leaned down, without any scruples, grabbed the white-haired head in his hand, looked at the pair of eyes that were not blind and full of anger and madness, frowned slightly, glanced up and down, and said:

"Ah Liu, come here."

Behind him, a young man who was only about twenty-seven years old withdrew his gaze from the trunk of the tree that Mei Feng had leaned on before, walked to his companion's side, just glanced at it, and said:

"This person's name is Zhao Guang."

"Zhao Guang?"

Ah Liu nodded and said:

"The seven elders in the Immortal Pavilion are quite kind, but they are extremely extreme in the subtleties, and they have won the support of some disciples.

"In order to scrape together enough money to reward these poisons, I have violated the rules of the Immortal Pavilion several times."

"Because of his personality and habit of collecting strange poisons, it is recorded in the files of my criminal department."

"Judging from the changes in the celestial phenomena caused by the battle just now, his internal strength body has at least the peak of the sixth grade, what special means should be used to forcibly improve his strength."

Just glanced at it, and he had already told Zhao Guang's personality and martial arts paths, and with the style of the Criminal Department, he must have secretly mastered more.

It's just that at this time, you don't need to say it all.

Bing Hongcai bowed slightly, glanced at the anger in his eyes, and was extremely unhappy in his heart, so he casually threw the old head at his feet, glanced left and right, and said: "This residual poison has disappeared, you stay here to collect evidence." ”

"I'll go to the town to help save the people, and after you're done, come to me as soon as possible."

"Yes."

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Bing Hongcai took off his light skills, his body was like a flying Hong, and in a blink of an eye, he had already swept out a distance of dozens of zhang, and when he reached the bottom of the mountain, he saw the flames that were burning and blocking the poisonous mist, as well as the old man in gray.

Even though he was still coughing, he kept taking the medicine from the side and throwing it into the flames to refine the medicinal properties.

Bing Hongcai's expression changed slightly, and he turned around in the air once, and gently landed beside the old man.

The latter seemed to be startled by his sudden appearance, and his mouth screamed, but when he saw the vermilion clothes on Bing Hongcai's body, the fear and horror on his face dissipated, and he exhaled a long and turbid breath.

After all, he was already old, and he was not a martial artist, and as soon as the tense nerves in his heart were loosened at this time, the whole person felt an indescribable weakness, staggered two steps, and fell backwards.

At this time, Bing Hongcai had already appeared next to the old man, his left hand was raised, pressed on the latter's shoulder, and a mellow internal force was transmitted into the old man's body to block it, crushing and expelling those residual poisons, only then did he raise his palm and said warmly:

"Uncle, are you better?"

The old doctor exhaled slightly and said:

"You're here......"

Bing Hongcai pouted with apologies, said sorry, frowned slightly, looked left and right, showed displeasure, and said softly:

"Dare to ask the old man, where is the head of Daqin here?"

"Why did you leave my husband here alone?"

When the old man saw the faint anger on the big man's face, he immediately understood in his heart, waved his hand again and again, and said, "Don't think about it, Lord Patrol...... Don't think about it. ”

"Speaking of which, they helped the old man bring these medicinal materials, and then the old man sent them to send the poisoned people here out of here, the poison here is too serious, and the villagers can't bear it."

When Bing Hongcai heard this, his face looked better, and he still said:

"Then you shouldn't be left here alone, uncle."

The old man said:

"That's because a hero has gone up the mountain."

"Then the toxicity was instantly reduced by ninety, thinking that the first evil had been eradicated by that hero, then there would not be much danger here, so the old man persuaded the head catcher to leave, and asked him to help gather the people in the town to study medicine and treat the people."

Bing Hongcai's expression changed slightly, and he asked:

"Chivalry?"

The old man didn't see his demeanor, but just praised: "Yes, that hero went up the mountain, and before he had time for a cup of tea, he saw a green cloud rising from the sky, and then there seemed to be a dragon hovering inside. ”

"The old man was almost so frightened that he couldn't stand on his feet, but who knew that in a blink of an eye, the green Jiao was directly chopped up, and the green cloud was gone, so I thought it had already been given to the hero......

"Awesome, really awesome."

The old man's mouth was full of admiration, but the look on Bing Hongcai's face became more and more solemn.

In his mind, he remembered the judgment of his deputy.

Just now, Zhao Guang's internal strength has reached the peak of the six-grade heat, and from what the old man said, the green clouds are rising and the dragon is circling, which is almost not inferior to the power of ordinary five-grade masters when they make a move.

But such a master was beheaded directly by someone with a knife?

When the two of them rushed over just now, they also saw the knife that smashed the sky and clouds, and the sword rose into the sky, thinking that it was the last knife to be driven by the fighting spirit.

But I never thought that it was just the first knife.

Master!

Bing Hongcai's heart shook, and after a few breaths, with his rich experience in handling cases for more than ten years, he tightened his face, did not let himself show a shocked look, and said to the old man:

"Uncle, since the danger on the mountain has been lifted by that hero, why don't we go back to the town quickly and save the people?"

"I'll take you in a moment."

The old man hesitated slightly, and said, "But the residual poison here ......"

Bing Hongcai said:

"Don't worry, my colleague is on the mountain at this time."

"Just call him to deal with these residual poisons."

Speaking of this, the old man let go of the worries in his heart and said:

"That's the best!"

"Please hurry up, let's leave immediately!"

The old man was still reluctant to leave, but when he heard that someone had already dealt with it here, he was even more anxious than himself, and he lost his composure.

Bing Hongcai couldn't help laughing secretly in his heart, carefully protecting the old man in front of him, he never took off to resist the wind, only swept forward with ordinary light skills, the old man looked at the scenery on both sides and swept backwards, at this time things began to be solved one by one, and his heart was already a lot more relaxed.

Turning his head and seeing that this head catcher was only in his thirties at most, he was already able to take off the air to resist the wind and engage in wind chasing patrols, and couldn't help but sigh:

"You young people are amazing...... is so young, he is already chasing the wind. ”

Bing Hongcai smiled:

"My husband has won ......"

"Just like that hero, just in his early twenties, he is already so powerful."

"It's not okay to be old."

The old man sighed again and again, and the shallow smile on Bing Hongcai's face instantly stiffened.

The foot is unstable, directly stepping into the air, fortunately for the third grade of the martial artist, the toes are slightly pointed, and the relay in the air, never made a fool of himself, but attracted the old man's praise again and again.

But at this time, he no longer had the slightest smug in his heart.

His eyes widened.

Twenty years old.

One knife to quickly cut the pinnacle of six products.

Fu borrowed his strength in the air, swept forward sharply, and gritted his teeth.

Damn it.

Where did the youkai pop up?!

Back on the mountain.

The young man named Ah Liu squatted on the corpse of a disciple of the Immortal Pavilion, his eyes swept over the wound on his neck, and his eyes, which were always as plain as water, fluctuated violently, and he slowly stood up and looked around to the left and right.

Around the place where it stood, the corpses of eight disciples of the Immortal Pavilion were lodging, and their martial arts ranged from the eighth rank to the seventh rank, each of which was different.

In the middle of the judgment, Zhao Guang, who had reached the peak of the sixth grade, had his head at his feet.

A blank look flashed in the young man's eyes.

"Kill nine warriors directly with one sword?!"

"And the positions of these nine people are not the same...... When did such a swordsman appear near our Xidingzhou......"

"How did I not know?!"

"Is there a file that you haven't read ......? It's impossible to come out of nowhere......"

Raised his foot and kicked it, and the white-haired head under his feet was directly kicked away, hit the tree, and bounced twice.

Zhao Guang's eyes looked at the sky in a daze.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret.

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