Wang Anfeng walked slowly on the road.

Behind him, a hundred meters away, I don't know when I have caught up with a large number of people in the rivers and lakes.

In the past few days, his name has already made a name for himself in the Fufeng rivers and lakes, and he has not deliberately covered up his deeds, and his every move is naturally seen by others.

The rivers and lakes are vast, and there is naturally no shortage of people who like to watch the excitement.

Not to mention such a fun thing.

Wang Anfeng turned a blind eye to those eyes that were either hot, curious, or ill-intentioned.

He just walked slowly.

The eyes are calm.

In his opinion, this is the ink knife, or the last battle of the knife maniac, after today, this identity can be hidden in the rivers and lakes, and no longer appear in the world.

And it's just that the disguise of just a few days has given him a completely different feeling.

The golden bell jar he practiced relied on was the Diamond Sutra, and the core of it was the Buddha principle that there was no self, no sentient beings, and all things were not like each other.

The nature and personality of the 'knife maniac' are completely different from Wang Anfeng, and even Yi Nanping, who kills people to escape the sea of suffering, is indifferent, and does not leave a living mouth under the long knife.

The book collector is gentle and merciful.

And the difficulty is that he is angry, so he kills people.

At this time, he walked forward slowly, the clothes on his body were specially refined for him by Mr. Win, and when he fought, the faster the internal force operated, the lighter the clothes, and at this time he did not mobilize the internal force, it was extremely heavy, almost with the feeling of carrying the green mountains, step by step, every step of the line, his three identities appeared in his mind.

With each step of the line, these three identities are light.

In the end, there is no distraction.

They are not the same.

In the meridians, the vitality that had reached the sixth grade seemed to feel some kind of unique stimulation at this time, and it unconsciously accelerated, and together with the internal force of the seven-grade golden bell jar of the young man himself, it unconsciously spread, outlining the void left and right of Wang Anfeng, but it slowly dissipated, and it did not attract the vision in the eyes visible to the naked eye like a normal six-rank master.

Behind Wang Anfeng, a warrior in black frowned, looked at the young warrior who was slowly moving forward in front of him, and said in a low voice:

"What is this man doing?"

"I heard that the Immortal Pavilion has sent a master out of the mountain, and if he walks so slowly, won't he be caught? Even if his martial arts are very high, isn't this too much? ”

He still had half a sentence left unspoken.

On the rivers and lakes, there are overly proud masters who die under the knife every day.

The others were also puzzled, shook their heads, thought about it, lowered their voices again, and said:

"I don't know, maybe he has his own plans?"

"After all, he is a six-grade master in the rivers and lakes, and he thinks about things differently from us, right?"

At the end of the crowd, a young man in a blue and white robe yawned lazily, sat on the back of a gray donkey, and raised his eyes to look at Wang Anfeng who was walking slowly in front of him, with a lazy look in his eyes, but there seemed to be a trace of strangeness in it.

Everywhere his eyes looked.

Every step the young man took, whether it was the pace or the distance, was the same.

The action of the next moment seems to be just a reproduction of the previous moment, and there is a faint awkward feeling, as if everything around is following the avenue, but that person is out of this rule.

Slowly, even this faint change seemed to disappear, and the young man seemed to just stand in place, while the surrounding mountains and rivers naturally slid backwards, forming an uncomfortable, but rather mysterious temperament.

Mu Shanxue's eyes lit up slightly, and the corners of her mouth slightly hooked up a lazy smile.

Interesting......

There was also a woman in the crowd, and suddenly found that the Taoist priest who was too lazy to be like a dead dog had the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and his eyes were clear, and he couldn't help but have a slight brightness in his eyes, and gently touched his companion next to him with his elbow, and said softly:

"Hey, look at ...... over there."

Next to him was a woman in her early twenties, carrying a Qingfeng long sword, who subconsciously turned her head when she heard the words, and said:

"What's wrong?"

"Look at that Taoist priest over there......"

The woman with the sword took a look, then retracted her gaze and said with a smile: "Hey, aren't you the most disgusted with men who are too lazy to have bones, so you will run away from home and wander the rivers and lakes?" How did you change your personality today? ”

The woman who spoke before was slightly stunned, subconsciously turned her head to look, and said:

"Lazy? There is no ......"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The dusty temperament on the Taoist priest only existed for a moment, and at this time he was limp and paralyzed on the back of a donkey, and the Taoist robe he was wearing was pure white, hanging down below, although he was handsome, his temperament was really lazy and weak, like an old crane that had lost his hair, looking at the sky weakly, and muttered:

"I'm so tired......"

"The two hundred and seventy-first days of leaving the little junior brother."

"Miss him."

"I'm so tired, I'm so bored, I want to sleep ......"

……………………………………

Guangfeng City has already appeared in the far sight.

And the post station is even closer.

Wang Anfeng's calm watery pupils gave birth to waves.

More than thirty miles, for a martial artist like him, it is really not a distance, at this time, with his eyesight, he can already see the convoy of the Immortal Pavilion outside the door, as well as the red tassels hanging high above the post station, like a fierce flame, dancing with the wind.

This means that everything is on track.

Peace of mind.

But like a trace of flames falling into the heart lake, there were slight ripples, and then like boiling oil, a raging flame rose in an instant.

Mu Shanxue's lazy body suddenly stiffened.

His pupils opened slightly, and he subconsciously rolled around with a lazy donkey, grunted, got up, and looked in the direction of Wang Anfeng.

The young man's black hair, which had been hanging down on his shoulders, moved without wind, and the air around him slowly but surely began to twist.

There was a low exclamation from the crowd.

But all the warriors who walked the rivers and lakes recognized the ordinary signs in the eyes of this ordinary person.

One by one, the stagnant gaze fell on Wang Anfeng's body.

Immediately, the sight became fiery.

Wang Anfeng had no sense of the outside world and walked forward slowly.

With steady and quiet footsteps, there seems to be another illusory and real 'self' on the left, dressed in a blue shirt, carrying a wooden sword, and smiling cleanly and gently.

The self on the right is holding a bamboo sword, his face is fierce, and his temperament is decisive and sharp.

The sword was verdant and dragged on the ground.

The boy's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Slowly raise your eyes and look at the post station that can be reached only 100 meters ahead.

…………………………………………

In the post station, Gongsun Jingzheng laughed loudly.

An indifferent voice suddenly came from his ear, saying:

"Plan Change."

The man's pupils were deep, and his expression changed slightly.

Meanwhile.

A hundred meters away, Wang Anfeng, who had stopped for a full stick of incense, finally took a step forward slowly under the quiet gaze of those warriors.

This step fell, but it seemed to sound three footsteps.

In his state of mind, the blue-shirted 'book keeper'.

Holding a bamboo sword, it is difficult to peace.

The knife maniac who carried the ink knife and killed the evil was also taking a step forward at the same time.

And so it was one in an instant.

In a trance, there seemed to be people rejoicing in everyone's ears, some people clapping their hands and laughing, and chanting.

There is no self, no other, no sentient beings.

You can see what is not what is not.

A circle of qi waves swept from under Wang Anfeng's feet, and in an instant, swept in all directions, and the people behind him subconsciously stopped, as if they were separated from an invisible river between them and the young people in front of them, and they were still on this bank, and the young people in front of them had already stepped into the middle stream.

One step apart is the difference between heaven and earth.

It was difficult for everyone to take a step forward, but the gray donkey seemed to have no influence in the slightest, and kept moving forward with slow steps, following behind the young man.

Wang Anfeng's right hand slowly lifted and stroked the handle of the knife behind his back.

Thirty-seven steps ahead.

The ink knife is pulled up.

As a result, there was a fierce and fierce atmosphere, rising into the sky, as if declaring war, pointing directly at the ten-zhang high post station.

The long red flag dances endlessly.

Inside the station, several people got up suddenly.

The voice in Gongsun Jing's ears also fell the last sentence.

"Fake drama is really done, help him break through ......"

PS: The first update is presented......

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors