Lined up in the wooden box were the relics that Mr. Win had asked him to pay attention to.

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, and then came to his senses.

Since the other party did not think that he wanted gold, he gave him something that was also worth a lot of money, but not as cheesy as gold, in order to ward off the disaster.

This is to treat me as one of those people who want to receive benefits but are not willing to bear the name of greed for money......

Wang Anfeng thought of this, but he couldn't cry or laugh, but since he took the relics, his heart was much more comfortable, thinking that it was not suitable to return to the Shaolin Temple at this time, so he simply put away these jade beads first, put them in his arms, and turned around and went to the kitchen.

He never showed anything abnormal, until the night, and told Baili Feng and others that his internal strength had reached a very critical time, so he didn't want to disturb, so he went back to the guest room, sat cross-legged on the bed, groped for the Buddha beads with his fingers, and said in a low voice:

"Return to Shaolin Temple."

With a familiar feeling, the scenery of Shaolin Mountain spread out in front of him, it is still the usual appearance, but there is a feeling of nostalgia, during this time, because there are always masters around, he has never returned to the Shaolin Temple, and today there are also treasures to start, plus Fu Mofuzi was drunk and asleep, so he decided to come back.

The three division commanders were still indifferent, Wang Anfeng stepped forward to salute, and then told him about the recent events, opened the wooden box, put it on the side of the chessboard of Yuan Ci and Mr. Win, stayed on the top of this lonely peak for a while, then got up and left, and went to practice in the Bronze Man Alley as always.

He had recently acquired the sword master's swordsmanship, and when he fought with the Feiyun swordsman today, many insights appeared in his heart, and he needed to polish the actual combat in order to be able to achieve pure quality.

Above the Lone Peak.

The surrounding environment shattered into chaos again, and Mr. Win raised his hand to take the wooden box into his hand, the corners of his eyes slightly raised, and his expression was slightly disdainful.

Yuan Ci raised his eyes to look at his friend, knowing that something was wrong, and asked slowly:

"What's wrong?"

The scribe casually ejected three of the jade beads into the wooden box, landed them on the chessboard again, swirled around, closed his eyes slightly, leaned lazily on the bamboo chair, and said:

"It's exactly what I thought."

"This so-called relic is also divided into nine grades, among which there are only two useful ones, and the useful part of them is far less rich than last time."

His voice paused slightly, and he shook his head again, and said coldly:

"Hugh said that he was the star picker, and even one of his hands could not be reproduced."

"Not to mention the ...... of the Thief Door"

"The light skills of the stinky boy are really bad."

There was a hint of embarrassment on Yuan Ci's face.

Wang Anfeng's light exercise at this time is his Shaolin Temple in the Jianbu Gong, although Shaolin is a martial arts sect, seventy-two stunts are powerful in the world, but Jianbu Gong is only a disciple of the three years of entry, up and down the mountain road to carry water used method. When you are exercising, you can stir up the internal force of the body, wash the body, and have the effect of enhancing the body.

However, Wang Anfeng's cultivation at the first level of the Golden Bell Jar at this time has become more and more profound, and the role of this external strength forging body has gradually become none. And when it comes to the kung fu of light body movement, this walking skill is slightly better than the light skill of those ordinary gangs on the rivers and lakes, and it is far from being comparable with the famous factions.

Wu Changqing stroked his beard, thinking that the last time Wang Anfeng was in danger, it was because his light skills were too poor and there was no way to get rid of the opponent, so that he had no choice but to use such a dangerous trick, but he could avoid it once, and the second time it might not work, he thought about it in his heart and said:

"Then why don't you pass on our light skills to An Feng?"

Two eyes fell on the old man's face, and the old man stroked his beard and explained with a smile:

"Although my medicine king valley's light body kung fu is average, but the ability of Shaolin Temple to cross the river with a reed can also be regarded as a first-class light skill on the rivers and lakes.

The scribe glanced at him, and wanted to make a mockery, but he felt that Wu Changqing was also for Wang Anfeng, so it was inconvenient to do so, so he just shook his head and said:

"Nope."

"The thief's light skill is in its own vein, it is light power, and it is also the internal strength of Qimen, although it is also a stealing martial arts, and it can't be on the elegant platform......"

He was arrogant by nature, instinctively mocking those who looked down on him, and when he spoke, he consciously lost his words, so his voice paused slightly, and he reluctantly said:

"Well, there's still a little bit to see......"

"It's a practice that must start from the very beginning."

"It's okay to walk hard, if you practice a reed to cross the river, you must be proficient in the Buddhist principles, which is inconsistent with the concept of martial arts of the Divine Thief Gate, and it is rare to have both."

When the voice fell, he didn't bother to explain more, and casually took out the spirit rhyme of the two relics and put it away, but he never thought that this thing was even less than he expected, and the expression on his face became more and more unhappy.

If only the five fingers of the lazy thief could have been reproduced.

Now, it's estimated that I'm going to cut it in half.

Playing with the three jade beads in his hand, according to his idea, he originally wanted to refine all the jade beads into treasures to defend Wang Anfeng, but at this time he had a new idea.

Anyway, the stinky boy won't be in much danger during this time.

The scribe thought in his heart.

Next, stay in the Fufeng Academy.

At this rate, even if the thief is made into a human stick, I don't know how long it will take.

Frowning and pondering, Mr. Ying had a faint idea in his heart, and at this moment, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

There is a hidden connection between the place where Wang Anfeng left and the Shaolin Temple, and at this time, he noticed that there was something strange outside the guest room, frowned slightly, waved his long sleeves, and said softly:

"There's someone snooping outside the room, boy, you go out first."

Wang Anfeng was performing swordsmanship against the opponent at this time, he was slightly stunned when he heard the words, and before he could shake his senses, he appeared in the guest room of Beiwu City, the long sword in his hand had not yet been put away, and the sword momentum had accumulated on the blade, almost squirting, and when he was about to take back the wooden sword, the window that had been closed was suddenly opened and a person broke in.

Wearing a strong suit, her eyebrows are clear, but she is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, as bright as the autumn moon, but she is holding a long sword, which has its own heroic spirit, and when she landed, she saw the sheathed wooden sword in Wang Anfeng's hand, and saw the faintly drumming sword qi above the blade, her expression changed suddenly, and she was faintly sluggish.

Wrong......

This is not the same as what is written in the script.

The girl's eyes widened.

Isn't he practicing internal strength?!

Shouldn't it be that after finishing the work, he saw me in front of him and then felt terrified?

Could it be that he already knew?

Thinking of this, he was a sigh, and then looked at the young man in front of him, only to feel that he was really the same as the one surnamed Zhao said, but there was a rich and unbelievable battle intent rising between his eyebrows, which made people frightened at first sight, and the guess in his heart became more and more certain.

If it hadn't been aware of it, how could there be such a strong fighting spirit?

Being seen through the tracks, it is inevitable that there will be some horror in the heart, in such a state of mind, the girl only feels that the young man in front of her is becoming more and more unfathomable, even if it is an ordinary cloth clothes, but it is like a bladeless heavy sword, and the momentum is compelling.

……………………………………

Fufeng County, Dali Temple under the jurisdiction of the Yamen.

There was a loud sound in the sky, and a flying eagle fell, and the little official teased it, untied the letterhead on his leg, and only glanced at it casually, his expression changed slightly, and hurried back indoors.

There are two people in the door who are talking casually, one is the chief here, and the other is from Tianjing City, a famous arrester passing by to handle the case, it is said that he is in his early twenties, but he looks like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, with a fair face, peaceful and amiable, and a pair of eyes that are particularly soft, not as cool as the rumors.

The little official didn't dare to look at it more, so he hurriedly walked to the chief's side, handed the letterhead, and whispered twice in his ear, the middle-aged official looked slightly stunned, and waved his hand to make his subordinates retreat.

The other side smiled lightly and said, "Lord Wu, but what's the urgency?" ”

"Then I don't bother."

The official smiled and said: "Haha, what Lord Wuxin said, it's not a big deal, it's just that in Beiwu City, there was a fight on the star list, so I have to report it, and I have to go back to Tianjing." ”

Unintentionally bowed his head, this is the practice of Daqin, so he didn't care in his heart, the official unfolded the letterhead, glanced at it casually, sighed lightly, and exclaimed:

"It's really amazing to be able to defeat the opponent within ten moves, and to be able to slash out the sword qi."

"Wang Anfeng, this official has never heard of this name in the past."

"I am a great Qin in the world, and I am really as talented as a dragon."

I didn't care much about it, I couldn't hear Wang Anfeng's words, my expression was slightly stunned, and I saw the official frowning and pondering, and said:

"Since this Wang Anfeng is from my Fufeng County, then his nickname should be started by this official and sent to Tianjing...... Well, since it uses a sword, also known as An Feng, it is called, Wind Sword? ”

"It's not right...... defeated the Feiyun Swordsman in ten moves, which was quite domineering. ”

"Or maybe it's called Tempest Swordlord?"

The official over there frowned and pondered, feeling a little strange in his heart.

When he thought of the mild-mannered young man competing with others in martial arts, hugging his fists and saying a word to the storm sword overlord An Feng, he couldn't help laughing, the official saw his appearance, and also knew that his ability to name himself was not good, his face showed embarrassment, coughed lightly, and said:

"Lord Wuxin, why don't you give me an idea?"

Wuxin stopped chuckling when he heard this, thought about it, and said:

"I've heard that he is the bookkeeper of the Fufeng Academy, why don't you take the title of the Fufeng Shujian?"

The voice paused slightly, and Fu remembered what happened when the two of them were fighting, and added:

"My subordinate spies have reported to me, this Wang Anfeng, his internal skills are mediocre, he has just entered the nine grades, he is good at swordsmanship, light skills are ordinary, and his external skills are ......"

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his narrow eyes were like fox eyes, and he said:

"Extremely bad."

Three years ago, he became famous for his iron-faced selflessness, and when the official heard this, he was not suspicious, and immediately silently recited the five words of Fufeng Zangshushou, and felt that it was really more appropriate than the name he thought, and with a sigh of admiration, he took out a piece of paper casually, and wrote on it with a pen:

"Fufeng collects books and guards, Wang Anfeng."

"Ten moves to defeat the Feiyun swordsman, he can cut out the sword qi with the posture of the nine grades, the swordsmanship is extraordinary, but the internal strength is mediocre."

"The external power is extremely poor."

PS: First update