Reversing the last two words of his name, Wang Anfeng, who assumed the pseudonym Feng An, and Tian Zhide, who was worried, left the Shenwu Mansion convoy and turned over and rushed towards the north of the inn.

The crimson horse is still in the Shaolin Temple, and the green dragon horse Xue Qinshuang is using it, and what Wang Anfeng is riding now is just a bad horse that is randomly pulled out of the stable of Shenwu Mansion, which is only worth five hundred silver, and it can barely be regarded as being able to run, but if you want to travel eight hundred in a day, the level of traveling thousands of miles at night is far inferior.

But at this time, Tian Zhide's whip in his hand was pumped to his beloved horse, and he didn't feel distressed at all, Wang Anfeng sat down on the bad horse and seemed to know the master's thoughts, and he didn't dare to be lazy and slippery, and rushed forward with all his strength, his mane danced, and for a time there were two fierce horses.

With a distance of more than ten miles, without worrying about the speed of the elderly Liu Ling and the Shenwu Mansion's convoy, the horse galloped at a gallop, but it was only a moment.

By the time the two of them rushed into the town, the road to the town, which had been bustling and lively when they had left before, was empty, and it was categorically called a dead silence, and in this dead silence, hundreds of meters away, the sound of weapons colliding and screams from the opposite side of the mulberry forest could be heard.

Tian Zhide's expression changed slightly, he settled down, Le Ma and Wang Anfeng separated, asked him to stay for a while and act at the opportunity, just wait here, don't get close, if you don't see him come out for a while, don't hesitate, turn around and turn the horse away, quickly go to the original people, tell them that things are not good, and leave quickly in the direction of Jiannan Road.

Without hesitation, he turned over directly, held the gun in his right hand, lightened his steps, and made a big circle at a distance of two or three hundred meters from the inn, secretly climbed the tree, held his breath and silenced, and then suddenly took off with a gun and went in with the help of the terrain to kill the general.

When he jumped down, this middle-aged warrior who behaved calmly and cautiously along the way, and even a little honest, had angry eyes and a hideous face, like a tiger descending from the mountain, and shot mercilessly, obviously not leaving himself a way out, even though several screams sounded, I don't know who poked a hole.

Wang Anfeng didn't listen to him, his heel knocked the horse's belly, drove the horse forward, this bad horse was not happy, Wang Anfeng laughed, raised his hand and gently pressed on the horse's back, and divided a wisp of internal force into it to flow.

There are two types of Buddhism's internal strength, one is the bodhisattva's low-eyed Buddha compassion, and the other is the vajra angry king protector.

Wang Anfeng's golden bell jar is based on the Diamond Sutra, although there is a great enlightenment of holding the power of the Diamond to cut off the three thousand troubles, but there is also the mystery of all the ways to do things are like a dream bubble, and at the moment calmed the restlessness of the mount, and drove the horse forward quietly, because it did not make too much noise, and those warriors also fought concentratingly, but did not expose their tracks.

When Le Ma stopped next to the mulberry tree on one side, Wang Anfeng turned over, and the charm was hidden in his eyes, and the courtyard in front of the inn was taken into his eyes.

In the courtyard, dozens of warriors fought fiercely, and the sound of sword collision was comparable to the rainstorm last night, half of them were the burly men who entered the inn yesterday, and the other part were those swordsmen wearing black clothes and carrying swords.

Martial artists fight, as long as they are not similar in martial arts, they can see life and death in more than a dozen moves, and only from the short time that Wang Anfeng and the two of them rushed back from where they stopped, they have already fallen twenty or thirty good hands.

Tian Zhide secretly attacked, and there was already blood on the spear in his hand, and now he was using the Fei family's Poyue marksmanship to the fullest, and the spear in his hand danced coldly, and he dealt with three sect warriors by himself.

Tian Zhide previously thought that he was far from being Chen Jinyu's opponent, but he suffered some losses that he had never really fought in the rivers and lakes. He practiced marksmanship under Fei Poyue's sect, listening to big guns day after day, year after year.

If you talk about those well-known killing moves, there are naturally not many, but based on this most basic kung fu, the one-handed Breaking Yue marksmanship is not necessarily much worse than those sect descendants.

At this time, the honest man did not leave a way out for himself, and the spear in his hand seemed to tear through the camouflaged tiger and evil Jiao, setting off a violent energy, stabbing blood holes in the bodies of the three surrounding swordsmen.

And his junior brother Situ Che was not as lucky as his own senior brother, he was already wounded in the arm, so he had to draw a knife to protect the two girls in front of him, watching his senior brother return to fight, his face was full of guilt and emotion.

Wang Anfeng leaned against the mulberry tree, and did not go out rashly, but instead restrained his aura by a few points, although there was a double fight at the moment, but there were several people on the black-clothed swordsman's side who did not make a move.

Several arrogant swordsmen gathered next to an old man, who was slender, with white hair and white beard, holding a broad sword in his right hand, and only calmly watched the changes in the battle situation.

As if looking at such a low-grade martial artist fighting too boring, the old man raised his eyes and said:

"Old man of the Wu family, how long are you going to hide?"

"Are you scared? Hahaha...... Where did you go with Ren Changge to cut Jiao by the river back then? ! Didn't you feed the dogs? ”

Different from its appearance, its voice is quite heroic, obviously with a mellow internal force honed by the years, and the mocking voice is endless, echoing in this world.

The girl who was protected by Situ Che in the middle had already lifted the hat at this time, holding a sword in her hand, her black hair hung down her shoulders, and although her face was a little pale, she was still heroic, and said lightly:

"You are but a mere treacherous, so what are you afraid of?"

The old man laughed and said:

"Miss Lan has the same bearing as she is, completely different from your rotten father, if not...... Haha, in any case, the old man appreciates the girl's temperament, and in the end, he will definitely not let people humiliate the girl's body. ”

The girl's expression was indifferent, but the maid next to her was already trembling with anger.

Lan girl?

Wang Anfeng's eyes narrowed, and his heart was a little more determined.

When he heard that Situ Che wanted Tian Zhide to go to the city academy to deliver the letter, he had two points of expectation, the stakes were very high, and he took advantage of the action of holding Tian Zhide's palm to prevent him from bowing, and secretly touched the carefully hidden letterhead.

Then when Tian Zhide warned Fei Yonglin, he peeked at it, but he didn't have time to put it back again, so he could only shirk picking it up from the ground, as for sealing the mud on it, it was just a superficial means, how could it be difficult to stop him?

I didn't want to make trouble, but now I want to take the initiative to break in.

Wang Anfeng smiled helplessly.

The right hand was opened, and a yellow, orange, orange and copper coin slipped out from the cuff, and it was sandwiched between the fingers, and there was a trace of blood on it, and it was the one that I picked up.

When the six-grade swordsman turned around and fled before, he secretly shot with this copper plate and hit the swordsman's back point, turning into mustard Kunlun in one go, and pressing him so much that his internal qi dissipated, and then he staggered and fell, and slashed the three Cao Limin who caught up with him on the back.

Otherwise, if a few of them don't make a move, a six-rank swordsman can still run away if he wants to.

It seemed that the white-haired swordsman's words had an effect, and with a cold snort, a taxi of the same age floated out of the shadows, although he wore a green shirt like a renunciation, his elegance was far above the latter, and his face was a little pale, and his breath was slightly unstable.

Wang Anfeng is good at medical skills, looking and hearing and asking, at a glance, he knows that the old man has suffered a lot of internal injuries, but under the serious injury, he still has such a bearing and demeanor.

There are in Fufeng Palace, there are also in Tianjing City, and in Jiangnan Province, only one of the seven sects in the world is in Yiye Xuan.

Wang Anfeng couldn't help but laugh at himself in his heart, he had a conflict with Yiye Xuan Xuanyuan Hong before, and he also cut off one of his hands, but now he had to fight against the disciples of the sect who didn't know the depth for the sake of Yiye Xuan's disciples, and by the way, he had to fight against many troubles.

There are many things on the rivers and lakes that are really unreasonable.

But just by virtue of the girl's name, he also had to do it.

Jiang Lan.

Relying on Jiang Guanlan.

As the letterhead said, she is the only daughter of the Lord of Yiye Xuanxuan.

Wang Anfeng still remembers the rare two times in his life when he was really helpless, once in the Valley of the Medicine Man, surrounded by wolves, isolated and helpless, and the other time was when he was a teenager at the catkins villa.

At that time, his martial arts were low, and he was angry, and he only thought that Liu Wuqiu, the owner of Liuwu Mountain Villa, was connected to the evil demon outside the road, although he escaped the death robbery at the wine banquet, he couldn't rush out of the world, and shrank in the study, almost as if he was waiting for death.

The three teenagers whispered by the tiger's den in Longtan in order to give themselves courage.

At that time, where was there any family or poor family?

The stupid daughter-in-law who deceived the sick and weak Xiahou Gongzi Dao with a sugar gourd when he was ten years old was shining in his eyes.

He always called her Sugar Gourd.

If he dies in Forgetfulness of Immortals, Sugar Gourd must not cry into a tearful man?

Wang Anfeng chuckled, secretly he was not interested in watching a big man cry into tears, inhaled deeply, and his spine rose one by one.

Kunlun in one go.

PS: Today's second update is presented............ Two thousand eight