"Is there a banquet......"

After a while, Yu Wen, who had completed the purpose of the invitation, had turned around and left refreshed, Wang Anfeng saw him leave, looked at the post in his hand, saw the faint green pine lines on it, and saw the uniform and pure gold in the pen and ink, with a slightly solemn expression.

He is no longer an ordinary boy at the foot of Daliang Mountain a year ago, and he recognizes that the paper used in this letterhead is extraordinary, and it is better than the previous post of the Young Phoenix Banquet.

The font is delicate, but it is a specification, although it comes from the hands of a woman, but it is hidden that its atmosphere is bone, it is obviously learned from the handwriting of a famous artist, and the smell of the best incense can be smelled on the top, mellow and far away, far more than the store where Wang Anfeng went to buy wood incense that day, the best sandalwood is more pure, and the value is not easy, but it is only used to decorate this letterhead.

And the most important thing is that Daqin has an extremely strict traditional division of color.

Dark gold pen and ink are not available to the wealthy at will.

The young man's thumb rubbed lightly on the letterhead, and the dark gold in the pen and ink had not been smudged in the slightest, and he pondered with his eyes, and he already had some guesses in his heart, but he didn't know why a person with such an identity would be interested in such a small third-grade martial artist as himself.

There was a slight doubt in my mind.

Previously, Wang Anfeng was just worried that Yu Wen would not change his mind and kept coming over to entangle, so he reluctantly agreed, but at this point, he found that the girl seemed to be more complicated than he thought, and even with this family banquet, he seemed to have an unfathomable feeling.

Exhaled and suppressed the thoughts in his heart, Wang Anfeng put away the name card in his hand, and prepared to return to the Shaolin Temple today, and after asking Mr. Them, he would make plans.

Because it was close to noon at this time, the young man simply did not return to Fengzilou, but turned straight back to his wooden house, ready to wash rice and cook.

Although he will eat a full meal of medicinal food in the Shaolin Temple every day, he needs to eat more food when he practices martial arts every day, and he is a growing teenager, so he only eats one meal a day, even if he can make up for the needs of cultivation, it is naturally far from enough to fill a young man with a long body.

It's just that...... If it goes on like this, when will it be the end?

The young man was a little dignified, and in his mind, he kept thinking of those words, the heroes who ate half of the cow in one meal, the strong figure, the big shoulders and the fat waist, and the reckless man wielding the Xuanhua axe.

Thinking that one day he would become like this, even though he didn't care about his appearance, he still shuddered uncontrollably, shook his head, and tried his best to get this terrible illusion out of his mind, but a thought came to him irrepressibly.

If there really is that day, Mr. Win is afraid that he will not throw himself into the Bronze Man Alley all day long.

When will you go to that fat body, and when will you let him out......

Thinking of the scribe's sneering with his hands, Wang Anfeng's spine was slightly cold.

When he was thinking about it in a daze, he opened the rice altar with his hand, but found that it had bottomed out, and the shadow in his heart was even worse.

I bought it a few days ago, right?

Didn't you have a rat at home?

Wang Anfeng stretched out his hand and stirred it in the rice jar, never touched the rice grains, sighed, took out the simple purse from his waist, opened it and counted the silver coins inside, turned around and left, went to the street, and went straight to a familiar rice shop.

A moment later, Wang Anfeng walked out with a brown rice bag under the strange gaze of the old man in the rice shop.

The old man in the store stroked his beard, he has been running a rice shop here for decades, and the old customers remember that the child once asked if he lived alone, but did the grain eat too fast?

Could it be that all warriors can eat like this?

But the kid in his hometown is not so exaggerated when he eats...... Strange, strange.

His brows furrowed slightly, and a familiar voice came from his ears, saying:

"Lao Li, bring me ten catties of good rice."

The old man put the doubt behind him, responded with a smile, and said:

"Coming, coming......"

…………………………………………

Wang Anfeng held the grain in his arms.

It's like holding the whole world, his chest is full of satisfaction, just when he turns the corner, he suddenly senses a cold murderous aura, although he has not targeted himself, and it is quite hidden, but Wang Anfeng has been 'ravaged' for a long time, and his reaction to the murderous aura is almost exhausted.

The internal force in the body accelerated, the muscles of the body tensed, and then a young man in gray clothes stepped out, expressionless, and passed by Wang Anfeng.

The boy's footsteps stopped.

A pair of black pupils have become sharp at some point, like two swords out of the sheath, extremely sharp, as if they can see through people's hearts, see through the clouds and mist in the distance, pupil force after a few breaths, only then did it return to its original peaceful appearance like water, Wang Anfeng looked back sideways, and could no longer see the figure of the young man.

But at the moment when he just rubbed shoulders, with his cultivated eyesight, he had clearly swept the young man's face into his eyes, and saw the abnormal changes in the skin on his neck, Mr. Win once gave him a mask, so he understood that this was a means of changing his face, but the most important thing was the subtle bulge on his face.

The young man's eyes were slightly closed, and with his extraordinary eyesight and the knowledge of the Medicine King Valley, he restored the protrusion of the face to a normal human face, and the original subtle bulge would become more hideous, and it was also clearer, criss-crossed, with about nineteen cuts.

Wang Anfeng had seen such a face before.

In Ah Ping's face.

At this time, at noon, the remnants of the autumn tiger were still there, the sun was shining on his body, and it was still three or two minutes hot, but Wang Anfeng noticed that there was a subtle coldness spreading deep in his heart, and he recalled the experience before January, the passer-by who stole the child, and the traces of blood that filled the house.

and the cult organization that even Gong Yu, a master of the middle and third grades, is still extremely afraid of.

Wang Anfeng didn't speak, but only read the name in his heart.

Danfeng Valley.

Silenced, the instinctive thought in his heart manipulated the young man's body, he did not walk in the direction of the school palace, but turned around, followed the killing machine that had not completely dissipated, and walked forward unhurriedly, his steps were steady, but the internal force of his body had involuntarily accelerated, and the golden bell jar was almost raised to the strongest level.

Danfeng Valley.

There are three-grade powerhouses at the peak of the door in the gate, and the town's weapons are contaminated with the spirit of divine soldiers, and they can resist the undefeated three-grade grandmasters.

Secretive and ruthless.

It can be called the most standard cult in the rivers and lakes.

These things were still too far away for the young man, and what he was even more worried about in his heart was, how could the subordinates of this evil sect touch this Fufeng County City, could it be that they were secretly doing something wrong here? Are there still innocent children like Ah Ping who have fallen into their hands?

He knew his strength, and he never planned to recklessly participate in it directly, since the other party appeared in this county town, he must have his own hole cards and back hands, but if he wanted this Danfeng Valley disciple to leave in front of his eyes, he might not be able to find it.

And how to convince the strong helpers in the school palace?

Secretly tracked, found its hiding place, and then informed the masters in the palace that the Fufeng Palace stood up with Confucian principles, and would definitely not sit idly by, and when he was thinking like this, the murderous aura in front of him was suddenly thick, Wang Anfeng's footsteps did not stop, but the internal force in his body was slightly raised, and the circulation was accelerated.

Turning the corner, I saw the gray-clothed young man leaning against the brick wall, and saw the expressionless face facing straight to himself, a pair of light brown eyes full of dead silence, and saw that the young man's palm was already on the hilt of the knife at his waist, and with a slight force, he pulled out some sharp blades from the scabbard.

The long and narrow blade Weng Ming, with an innegligible murderous aura entwined on it, reflected the pair of dead eyes, staring at Wang Anfeng together.

The young man's heart stopped, and then accelerated, and the bustle of the surrounding streets seemed to be away from him in an instant, at this time only the war knife that was gradually drawn out in front of him was left, almost instantly, the young man mobilized his internal force, and the sound of the bell bell bell bell reverberated in his body, covering up the sound of his chaotic heartbeat.

On the surface, he did not show the slightest abnormality, but walked ahead, like a simple passerby, not noticing the slight drawing of the blade of the young man and its malice.

One step, two steps......

Until the young man stepped past the gray-clothed young man, and the latter did not rise up, Wang Anfeng did not relax, and still walked unhurriedly towards the front, and the perception tempered in the bronze man alley told him that the young man did not leave, but held the narrow steel knife, followed him, and kept a distance of three steps.

That's just the distance you can pull out your sword to cut off someone's head.

Wang Anfeng's heart sank slightly, knowing that he was afraid of underestimating these evil sect members, he was still calm at this time, and was ready to find a tavern to sit in at random, but he was worried that this person could see his behavior, so he made a ruthless move at this moment.

The people in the evil sect are cautious and extreme, they can be called crazy, and they are the most skillful in using the means of sacrificing their pawns to protect their commanders.

In such a situation where one's own whereabouts may be exposed, in order to avoid exposing the location of superiors and strongholds, it is not difficult to understand that he killed the person he was tracking and fled while he was in chaos.

Holding the brown rice bag in both hands, under this cover, the index finger and middle finger of the young man's right hand rose together, and there was strength to wrap around it, with the method of Yaowanggu fingering, under the full blow, it was enough to cut the gold and jade, just waiting for the opponent to attack, attack against attack, bounce off its blade, draw the sword in an instant, and exchange injuries for life.

The momentum that the other party just leaked has not reached the level of the seven-rank level, which makes it impossible for him to resist, and the lower third-grade realm is still considered a mortal, the key is fragile, and if he is pierced in the throat, he will definitely die.

It's just a pity that it will startle the snake and cut off the clue.

Having made up his mind in his heart, and having gone through a hundred battles himself, Wang Anfeng gradually settled down and moved forward steadily, but he noticed that the Danfeng Valley warriors behind him seemed to be beginning to lose patience, mixed with the violent killing intent becoming stronger and stronger, and he could hear the sound of the long knife rubbing against the scabbard in his ears, his heart sank slightly, and above the fingers of his right hand, the strength was secretly strengthened.

one-step

The palm of the warrior behind him was completely attached to the hilt, and his five fingers moved slightly.

Two steps,

The blade slowly drew an inch.

His eyes became more and more dead, but he looked crazy.

Three steps,

The murderous aura is full of blood, and it is about to erupt in blood.

The right hand of the Danfeng Valley martial artist was ready to exert force, Wang Anfeng's body muscles were tense, ready to make a move, the atmosphere between the two was extremely critical, and at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from there.

"Wang Anfeng, here, here!"

The murderous aura behind him suddenly stopped, Wang Anfeng turned his head to look in the direction where the voice came from, but saw Yu Wen, who had not been separated for a long time, sitting on the first floor of an inn, waving his hand, there was already a lot of wine and meat on the table, and there was a pair of dishes and chopsticks in front of him, obviously not just coming, waiting for someone.

The disciple of the Dan Maple Valley behind him also saw this scene, and was slightly stunned, and the hidden murderous aura quickly converged.

Wang Anfeng noticed the change in the murderous aura behind him, knowing that the other party thought that he was here to find someone, not aware of his identity, so he gave up the crazy plan to extinguish his mouth, his heart was slightly relieved, his face did not change, and he silently dispersed the strength on his fingers, and walked slowly towards where Yu Wen was.

PS: Second Update......