Xue Qinshuang looked at Wang Anfeng, smiled, didn't say anything, and didn't turn to leave.

Wang Anfeng was helpless, thinking that Xue Qinshuang's strength was much higher than his own, he was silent, so he didn't say anything more, rose up, and lightly clicked his toes on the green wall twice, and he had already fallen outside, without making a sound.

The two of them tried their best to avoid patrols and pedestrians on the way, and when they had never met the masters of the middle and third grades, it was not difficult to do this with the light skills of the two of them, and they quietly walked in the direction where the fire refining gate was located.

There are still two problems in this whole case.

First, when Wei Qi came to the restaurant to look for Chuanlian, the cause of death of his subordinates.

If it weren't for the miserable death of the rich businessman, who directly pointed to Chuan Lian, who had a good conversation with Wang Anfeng, Wang Anfeng would definitely not collide with Wei Qi again.

And with Weiqi's stubborn and self-righteous nature, he will never suffer losses.

After receiving the news, it will never be considered, and will come to retaliate at the first time.

caused Wang Anfeng to fight head-on, exposing thunderous energy.

On the second day, Wei Qi died, and the clues pointed directly to Wang Anfeng.

Second.

The materials received by the Fire Refining Sect master.

He has been protecting Chuanlian, but he happened to start forging weapons on the day of the accident and left Wei Qi's side, which also gave the murderer an opportunity.

Knowing how to learn the fingering of Sanxiao Yin Luo, Wang Anfeng once asked Chuan Lian, and the latter replied that he didn't know who else.

If Chuan Lian is not related to this matter, it is to conceal it, or he really doesn't know.

Wang Anfeng chose to believe him.

And where did the materials of the master of the Fire Refining Sect come from, this clue can be obtained very simply, as long as you go to the master to ask, as a master of the Fire Refining Sect, but he fell into the whirlpool of dereliction of duty, and the young master's violent death, he must also be eager to find the murderer.

With silent faces, Wang Anfeng and Xue Qinshuang came to the side of the Fire Refining Gate.

The ten-foot-high iron spear flag pointed straight at the sky.

Xue Qinshuang retracted her gaze and said:

"You're not worried that he's the murderer of Wei Qi?"

Wang Anfeng's expression was calm, and he said:

"In the case of failing to find the real culprit, not only could it be, even me, it could be the person who killed Wei Qi, but now in order to prove his innocence, he did these things."

Xue Qinshuang's brown eyes widened, looked at Wang Anfeng, and said:

"Then you still dare to come here?"

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes and looked at the high wall in front of him, and said calmly:

"If he were a murderer, he wouldn't dare kill me."

"I have left a short note to inform the gambler that now everyone in the rivers and lakes thinks that he killed Wei Qi and blamed me."

"If I go to the Fire Refining Gate and my whereabouts are unknown, then I don't have to think about clearing up the suspicions on him again."

The voice paused slightly, and the young man seemed to smile slightly, and said:

"According to my master, this is the yellow mud that fell into the crotch of his pants, and it stinks."

"Senior, what do you think?"

And the side door on this side made a bang, and was directly pushed open by the fierce energy, the old man in gray clothes and holding a heavy hammer stood inside, panting, glaring at Wang Anfeng, after all, he gritted his teeth, turned his body sideways, and said in a dumb voice:

"Come in, come ......"

Wang Anfeng bowed his head slightly and said:

"The juniors are bothering."

The old man looked at his back, thinking of the humiliation a few days ago, a trace of murder and madness flashed in his eyes, but at this time, he noticed a trace of chill spreading up from his back, the hair on the back of his neck exploded, and his body was slightly stiff.

The sound of footsteps sounded in my ears, approaching, fading away.

A 'young man' dressed in white and a red shirt stepped on.

The steps are brisk, and the mouth seems to hum softly, light but graceful.

He only felt that his heart was trembling slightly, he felt the sharp 'qi' pointing at his eyebrows, tears oozed from his piercing eyes, he could no longer maintain his composure, and the whole person stood in place like a statue.

It wasn't until the two of them were a few meters away that he breathed a sigh of relief, big drops of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and when he looked down at his right hand holding the hammer, there was a frost visible to the naked eye, and the green tendons on his palms burst out and his skin was white.

Even if it was the internal force of the six grades of the Fire Refining Sect, it could not be melted.

His face turned pale, and the murderous aura in his heart suddenly dissipated.

…………………………………………………

"Is the chess piece in the game?"

The majestic man looked at the moonlight outside, and did not look back, wearing a wide-sleeved robe, the cuffs were painted with clouds and dragon sparrows, and there was a lingering fragrance of medicine.

A hoarse voice replied:

"It's gone."

Another man's voice said:

"They went to find the Fire Refining Sect, they should have gone to He Yuanming, intending to inquire about the materials."

The man bowed slightly, picked up a chess piece from the side with his right hand, landed on the endgame next to him, and exclaimed:

"Sure enough, Ren Xia,"

"Now, just watch this chess piece go into a dead game by itself......"

"If you don't say anything about chess, you are a gentleman."

"Let's go down."

The two men behind him agreed and turned to leave.

Only one of the last figures remained in the room.

Outside the door, the moonlight fell on the ground, and it was white.

The man on the left, dressed in a gray shirt, with a smile on his face, was amiable, just like an ordinary vendor, shook his head, and exclaimed:

"The altar master is still so terrible."

"Game after game, but who would have thought that the book keeper who had broken out of the game would actually drill into the innermost part of the dead game by himself."

The hoarse female voice fell silent, and suddenly burst out laughing, her voice short and sharp, like a ghost:

"Because he's a chivalrous man."

"In this world, there is really such a fool, looking for death by himself, and he can't blame anyone."

The man next to him, who looked like a teahouse owner, stroked his palm and said leisurely:

"There are always some, but they're all dead."

"Mother-in-law pay more attention to that side, and take a step ahead."

Yan smiled and rose up, his breath was like a swimming dragon, he was already a martial artist in the seventh grade, and he could also make a name for himself in the rivers and lakes.

The man left snorted coldly and muttered:

"What do you pay attention to?"

"Where can a fly break through a cobweb, such a collision is a dead end, no matter what, the book keeper will always see this news, so why bother."

The dark clouds that obscured the bright moon gathered and dispersed, and the man did not stride away, but trembled and walked towards the front step by step.

The white moonlight fell on its face.

It turned out to be a kind-looking old man, with goosebumps, dressed in gray, with his back arched, trembling and walking towards the front.

As if remembering something, he stroked the cuffs next to him, and said with a smile:

"Wang Anfeng's head can be replaced with a good tonic."

"Good grandson, don't worry."

………………………………………………

In the Fire Refining Gate.

The old man had a calm face and said:

"You don't need to look for this matter, the old man himself knows that there is a problem with the person who sent this material."

"The old man has already gone to look for it."

Wang Anfeng didn't seem surprised, and said:

"Dare to ask the seniors, how about taking it?"

The old man glanced at him, and said in a wooden voice:

"All Dead......

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, his eyes widened slightly, and he only felt that the only clue that could still be investigated was directly interrupted, and he couldn't help but raise his voice slightly, and said:

"Dead?"

"How so?! No...... Senior, how did that man die? ”

The old man He Yuanming glanced at him, his eyes were slightly weird, and said:

"Died from the unique poison of the Medicine Valley."

………………………………………

Under the moonlight.

The trembling old woman stood in the courtyard.

The hands were soaked in the medicinal liquid, and when they were lifted, the palms that were originally like chicken claws suddenly became smooth, white and slender.

The old woman smiled kindly, put the palm of her hand close to her face, and murmured:

"Good grandson."

"I miss Grandma, I don't have ......"

"Think...... Hehehe, grandma misses you too......"

Under the white moonlight, the goosebump-haired old woman's hands are like orchids blooming at night, babbling, singing Huangmei opera in a low voice, her voice is trembling, and she is not in tune, but the palms of her hands are white and slender, and they are becoming more and more weird.

PS: The final plot of the first part, there will be a storm today...... I don't know how much, just go all out.

Originally, I thought of the name, it was 'a beating from the rivers and lakes'

Please remember that the first domain name of this book is:. Nine Heavenly God Emperors