Xie Zhenghao looked at Wang Anfeng, who was still carrying a bag, and still couldn't believe that the two of them were defeated in one move, looked at Tang Huixin, who was directly unconscious, gritted his teeth, and said:

"You...... Who exactly? ”

"This time, there is no one with such a physique."

Wang Anfeng replied: "I also want to know that the Jielu Sword Hall is considered a famous and decent family, why did it become a ghost of the White Tiger Hall?" ”

Xie Zhenghao's internal organs were as uncomfortable as turning over the river and the sea, but at this time, he grinned and said, "What is a ghost?" The hall master saved my life and taught me martial arts, so that I changed from a beggar to a big swordsman that everyone feared on the rivers and lakes, and I was willing to drive for the hall master. ”

"What do you know?!"

The voice did not fall, a sword had been released, the wide sword in his hand did not move, and a slender steel sword popped out, the swordsmanship was charming and cold, pointing directly at Wang Anfeng's vital point, Wang Anfeng's fingers clamped the blade of the sword, and the short and powerful sword sound was contained before it started.

Xie Zhenghao immediately guessed that the sound of the piano was useless, and even the few glasses of rice wine he drank had no effect, he hated it in his heart, gritted his teeth and raised his hand to break the sword, one hand was drenched in blood, and he flew to the side with the broken sword in one hand, and when he saw Wang Anfeng appear in front of him, he shook his hand and shot the sword towards Tang Huixin.

At the same time, the internal force in the body rises violently, and it wants to break its own meridians.

But before the qi machine was running, a palm was already pressed on his shoulder, and the masculine internal force poured into it, suppressing all the violent qi and internal force, and the original suicide process was blocked.

Xie Zhenghao's heart was complicated for a while, and he turned his head to look in the direction of Tang Huixin, thinking that he would see a bloody corpse, but he saw another Wang Anfeng reaching out and grabbing the sword, and then slowly dissipated.

At this moment, it was discovered that the person behind him was holding a broken sword in his hand.

Afterimage?

Xie Zhenghao opened his mouth, his heart was shocked, Wang Anfeng flicked his fingers and threw the broken sword out, and said casually:

"The news I got from Wuxin is really good."

"I plan to wait for the opportunity to assassinate the famous people in the rivers and lakes who came to the first village and provoke disputes, these people naturally can't attack the first village, but it is enough to make the prestige of the first village fall, and then they can't suppress the rivers and lakes where the grass and dragons and snakes are everywhere, and it will be convenient for you Baihutang to continue to act when the time comes."

"And if it's too well guarded to attack, then you'll kill yourself."

"A few middle-class and third-grade martial artists have overturned the prestige of the world's No. 1 Zhuang Xiongzhi Jianghu for decades, no matter how you look at it, they have made a lot of money, right? If it were, I wouldn't hesitate much. ”

Xie Zhenghao's expression changed several times, Wang Anfeng's voice was firm, and he mentioned the name of Wuxin, which made him only feel that this person seemed to be able to listen to their discussion last night, and a chill couldn't help but rise behind him, and he immediately realized that this might be deliberately induced, and his heart was calm.

But at this time, Wang Anfeng had already taken a step back and said lightly:

"Your pulse rate has risen by 30%."

"Seemingly, I guessed right...... Isn't it? ”

"You!!"

Xie Zhenghao was slightly stunned, and immediately couldn't contain the feeling of shame and anger, raised his hand and slammed into the wall on one side, still having the heart of death, Wang Anfeng's fingers flicked, the fingering was fierce, and it hit Xie Zhenghao's acupoint, containing several heavy energy, instantly scattered his internal strength, fell to the ground, and after landing, he still scolded.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand and pointed a volley to stop his dumb acupoint.

Pacing forward, he casually grabbed the broadsword that Xie Zhenghao had fallen to the ground.

The broadsword made a knife and slashed down.

The sound of swords roared violently.

The fierce and domineering sharp energy mixed with the killing machine, Xie Zhenghao's pupils contracted suddenly, and the scolding voice stopped abruptly, the sword blade rubbed his cheek and sank into the ground, Xie Zhenghao's cheek was torn out by the strength Many fine scars, blood poured out, and his heartbeat almost stopped, until he was beating wildly after a few breaths.

He already knew the identity of the person in front of him at this moment.

The younger generation, the unfathomable internal cultivation, and the sword technique of domineering all the way.

Not many people meet these criteria.

Wang Anfeng let go of the hilt of the sword, and the broad sword fell to the ground, and then unceremoniously, leaned over and grabbed Xie Zhenghao, threw him on the seat, and patted Xie Zhenghao on the shoulder with his right hand.

Xie Zhenghao's face turned pale in an instant, and his expression became hideous and terrifying.

Just a little light, the meridians in his body seemed to have their own spirituality, like a ball of twisted snakes, constantly raising their heads and flicking their tails, curled up with muscles and bones, and he was also an iron man who walked on the sword without blinking, but this time there were big drops of cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

I wanted to struggle, but I didn't know when I was hit by the acupoint and couldn't move.

I wanted to open my mouth and roar angrily, but I was dumbfounded, and I tried my best, only a small and rapid hissing sound came out of my throat.

Wang Anfeng stood beside the guqin with his hands in his hands, and his fingers fell on the strings.

The sound of the strings suppressed the otherwise subtle sound.

The sound of the piano induces internal qi, which makes Xie Zhenghao's heart annoyed and abnormal, Mr. Jiang Shouyi naturally will not teach him this trick, but after that, his piano skills have always been under the care of Mr. Win, but the chess is sparse, only when he encounters the third master Hongluoyu, it is the stinky chess basket that is evenly matched with the stinky chess basket, so it does not make the scribe unhappy.

It's just the sound of the piano, the sound of the piano is very good, and there is no dryness.

A full stick of incense has passed, Xie Zhenghao has been paralyzed on the chair like a mud, sweat continues to drip down, Wang Anfeng finally knocked the strings, the tone was slightly solemn, and wrote lightly:

"This is the basic means in the hands of my Medicine King Gu to change the pulse, and there are thirty-six kinds of Tiangang numbers on it, among which there is a method that can make you unable to fall unconscious, and there is also a point point method used to understand the circulation path of internal force, which can make the martial artist's perception magnified several times."

"I'm curious."

"Your loyalty to the White Tiger Hall can sustain you up to the first level."

The knock on the strings just now caused Xie Zhenghao's internal qi to surge and break through the dumb hole, he slumped in the chair, still barely showing a sneer, and said, "If you have the ability, kill me......"

Wang Anfeng said flatly:

"I've known for a long time that showing compassion for the enemy is actually something that hurts the enemy."

"So you don't have to worry that I can't do it."

"This is the second type, plain."

I didn't plan to listen to Xie Zhenghao's mouth, after Wang Anfeng finished speaking, he raised his hand and popped out a few fingers, Xie Zhenghao's body stiffened suddenly, and then tensed, and the thick blood vessels on his neck were raised, hovering like a giant python in the deep forest, thick and abnormal.

After a stick of incense, Xie Zhenghao's eyes lost the desire to struggle before, and only a piece of dead ash remained.

Wang Anfeng unlocked the dumb hole for him, sat opposite Xie Zhenghao, and said:

"I have some questions that I want to ask you."

"I hope you'll tell me the truth."

"But it's okay if you don't tell the truth, I've always been patient."

………………

There are a lot of visitors to the first village in the world today, almost at any time, looking at the avenue from a distance, there are negative sword disciples coming and going, leading those men and women who are dressed differently, placed in many places in Daqin, are all characters who can make a river and lake shake a few times.

However, many of them still had to stay in the annexes on the mountainside, and there was no one who was dissatisfied.

Jielu Sword Hall is regarded as the strongest sword sect in the southwest of Great Qin, and the place under the arrangement is a place that is higher than the mountainside, and it is not possible to go to the position behind the triple gate.

Even so, the courtyard on the top of the mountain is full.

It is not an exaggeration to say that if the one on Kunlun went crazy, killed all the way to the back of the triple gate, killed the residents in the courtyard there in black and white, and then rushed out from the back mountain, if everyone couldn't take him together, then the Great Qin Jianghu would be sluggish for a little time.

Wang Anfeng pushed open the window and saw another old man laughing and stepping into the air.

Many people can hear the laughter, and they don't know how many people envy in their hearts, there has always been a good scenery from a high place, and the scenery at the highest place on the first village is not necessarily very good-looking, not enough to be able to watch the scenery side by side with the highest status on the whole rivers and lakes, not to mention how the scenery is, but this matter, it is intoxicating enough to think about it.

Wang Anfeng retracted his gaze.

Behind him, Xie Zhenghao and Tang Huixin, who were born in the White Tiger Hall, had completely fallen into a coma.

After he just finished asking Xie Zhenghao, he directly stunned the swordsman who used the broad sword, and then asked the same question after waking Tang Huixin up, and the process naturally had many twists and turns, and it was not necessarily true whether it was the truth and the truth, but at least it could be used as a reference.

Kunlun's emergence from the mountains has turned the rivers and lakes that have been calm for a long time into a pool of muddy water.

The purpose of the White Tiger Hall is to completely confuse this river and lake when the second owner of the first village in the world takes the throne, and it is best to kill some good people on the rivers and lakes, not hesitating to anger the first village, but also to make it discredited, and then unable to suppress the rivers and lakes.

If the old owner was still there, no one would dare to make trouble, with the power of this person, even if the master of the White Tiger Hall came here in person and was forced to be within three zhang, he didn't dare to say that he could take this martial artist with a punch and a palm, but now the old owner is not there after all.

Wang Anfeng looked at the two people behind him, and ordered several kinds of comatose poisons in a row, and even used the acupoint techniques of the three factions of the Divine Thief Door, Yaowang Valley and Shaolin Temple to point the acupoints, and then threw the two people here with peace of mind, turned around and went out, first told the matter to Libo, the old man waved his hand and let him go, and he would be fine with it here.

Wang Anfeng immediately went out, planning to find the people in the first village, and planned to tell Si Kou Tingfeng the news. The disciple he found happened to be the sword-wielding disciple he had helped before, and when he heard that he had something important to tell the owner, Gong Bairong obviously showed hesitation on his face, and said:

"This ...... Wang Shaoxia, the owner of my village is busy today, and I am afraid that he may not have time. ”

Wang Anfeng said:

"Let's just say that in the city of Liangzhou back then, the old people who watched the Mid-Autumn Festival drinking party came here."

Gong Bairong was a little puzzled, nodded, pointed to the pavilion next to him, and said:

"Then, the tired young man will wait here for a while, and I will report to the owner."

"But whether you come out to meet depends on the owner's intentions."

Wang Anfeng nodded and said:

"That's as it should be."

Gong Bairong went immediately, and Wang Anfeng went to the pavilion to wait, the reason why he went to the Western Regions was because he got the information of the White Tiger Hall from Jiuzi, and in order to find this old man, it took a lot of time.

Finally, after the Mid-Autumn Festival reception in Liangzhou City, it was introduced by Wuxin.

At that time, not only Qingfeng Jie, but also Xue Qinshuang and Si Kou Tingfeng also walked with him, and the people all the way were lively and lively to help themselves back to Jiannan Road, and he also met Ximing for the first time in Liangzhou City, obviously it was only a few years ago, but it seemed to be still yesterday.

I haven't seen you for a long time, and I don't know how the old people are.

Wang Anfeng had a trace of expectation in his heart, pacing left and right, looking at the scenery below from the pavilion, in addition to him, there was an old man in a green shirt on the pavilion, holding Danqing, looking at the scenery under the mountain, he waved his pen and danced rapidly, thinking that he had been painting for a while, and above the picture scroll, the green mountains were faint.

In the end, I added a few more strokes, and I couldn't help laughing proudly, very proud.

I saw that there was no one to appreciate, I regretted it, and suddenly found that Wang Anfeng came when he was painting, his eyes were slightly bright, and he got up and ignored it, so he pulled him to see the painting, although Wang Anfeng had not learned the method of Danqing, but since Mr. Win had extraordinary attainments in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he naturally refused to let him become a reckless man who only knew martial arts.

At the moment, he couldn't resist the old man's enthusiasm, unfolded the painting scroll, and saw that the painting skills were pure, and admired in his heart, if he had his own level, he would naturally not be able to make any evaluation of the old man who had been immersed in landscape painting for almost a long time.

It's just that since the age of thirteen to the present, I have seen my husband paint more than once, and under the commanding height, my eyesight is not bad, and I only say what Mr. is talking about in his spare time.

It's just that he didn't know what kind of person the green-shirted scribe was when he was young, but in three or five sentences, the eyes of the old man with an extraordinary temperament had lit up, and after careful consideration, he almost had a sense of epiphany, and suddenly changed from an old-timer with a high temperament to a warm-hearted old man.

Jishu Lu pulled Wang Anfeng to sit down, making several young disciples who were guarding in the distance stunned.

Just when Wang Anfeng felt a headache because the old man was too enthusiastic, Gong Bairong came from outside the triple door, but she was the only one, and there was no figure of the deceased, Wang Anfeng looked slightly stunned, Gong Bairong entered the pavilion, and saw that the old man was pointing to the picture scroll, his face was full of eagerness, and he was stunned uncontrollably.

Then he took the initiative to salute:

"The junior has seen Elder Zhou."

The old man turned his head and his expression turned cold from eagerness, and he just nodded.

Wang Anfeng got up and looked at Gong Bairong, who was here alone, and said, "The owner of the village, she ......."

Gong Bairong looked apologetic and said: "Shaoxia Haihan, the owner of the village is indeed riddled with vulgar things, but she also said that since she is an old man, she should not care about these vulgar etiquette, so she might as well stay in the Zhuangzi for a while longer, and wait until the matter is over, and she is washing the dust for the young man." ”

Wang Anfeng took out a bag from his bosom, handed it over and said, "Then, please give this thing to the owner." ”

Gong Bairong took it, thanked him, and left quickly.

Wang Anfeng looked at the Zhuangzi in the mountain, raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, at this moment, many people from the rivers and lakes came up from the bottom of the mountain, among which eighteen women in white clothes with swords, surrounded by a man in black clothes, it was the one Wang Anfeng and others saw before they went up the mountain, the young master who was born in the Hidden Gate Damo Tablet Forest.

The old man next to him also frowned, stroked his beard and said, "The people from the Great Ink Stele Forest are also here." ”

"At a young age, just like his father and brother, he is full of fat, vulgar, too vulgar."

"The thirty-seven stone tablet martial arts, one day will be lost, Brother Wang, if you don't dislike it, it's better to go to the other courtyard to talk about it, the old man still has a lot of paintings to bring, heh, I was going to give it to my friends, I never thought that many people didn't come, and it was in vain that I wasted my effort, and I made a special trip to talk to Lord Xuan about it once."

"Lord Xuan?"

"The old gentleman is from Yiye Xuan?"

The old man surnamed Zhou stroked his beard and smiled: "It is a Ye Xuan between the mountains and rivers, the old man Zhou Shen, entrusted by the junior brother of Changge, is not right...... At this time, it should be called the master of Xuan, two years ago, something happened in my Xuanzhong, and I was so tired that the junior brother Ren, who was originally sitting in the Fufeng School Palace, went out of the mountain to serve as the master of Xuan. ”

"It's been so long, and I still haven't been able to change my name."

Zhou Shen raised his hand and patted his forehead, smiling helplessly.

Wang Anfeng had seen the Xuan Lord who could be called a heroic and righteous man, nodded, and said:

"It turned out to be Mr. Zhou in person, and I didn't know Mr. before, and I hope to atone for my sins."

Zhou Shen smiled loudly and said, "Why are you so stubborn? ”

"Come on, come on, the old man also said his identity, so don't you come? The technique you said earlier is very ingenious, and then talk to the old man carefully. ”

As he spoke, Wang Anfeng did not allow him to refuse, grabbed his arm, and led him out of the palace.

Wang Anfeng sensed that the old man's cultivation was only more than six grades, and he didn't want to forcibly hurt him, and he also thought in his heart, after all, it was Ren Lao's sect, and the girl that his childhood friend Xiahou Xuan liked since he was a child was the only daughter of the previous Xuan master.

Before that, it was also necessary to confirm that there was no container of the White Tiger Hall Master among the people who came from Yiye Xuan, so he had to half-push and follow the old man at the moment. He passed by the people in the big ink tablet forest, and walked up for a while before he arrived at the other courtyard that was assigned to Yiye Xuan.

It's just that at this time, there are a few Yiye Xuan disciples at the door, and they seem to be at a loss.

There was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy sitting under the tree in the door, looking up at the distance in a daze, his soft black hair was slightly curly, he was tied with a jade crown, and he was also a teenager behind him, but his face was white and beardless, his lips were pursed and his eyes were squinted, and he bowed slightly to the front.

Zhou Shen and Wang Anfeng, who had many names among the Great Qin clan, stopped in unison.

The former was just stunned.

Wang Anfeng's face was already a little wrong, and at this time, he thought of why the world's first village can be based on the court and rivers and lakes without chaos, the old owner not only has the best martial arts in the world, but also has some relationship with the royal family.

When the seventeen-year-old boy noticed that the old man was coming, his eyes lit up, and he rushed out, and said:

"Mr. Zhou......"

The young man looked at the young man next to the old man, his smile stopped abruptly, and then an amber-like light suddenly bloomed in his brown eyes, stretched out his right hand and pointed at Wang Anfeng, and stammered:

"King, King......"

Zhou Shen recognized the identity of the young man, coughed twice, and wanted to lead the young man in, and even more to vague the identity of the young man next to him, although everyone knew that the old owner was the third uncle of the emperor, but on this big day, the eldest son of the crown prince and the eldest grandson of the Great Qin Emperor appeared in a place full of murderers in the rivers and lakes, no matter how you look at it, something is wrong.

But just as he was pulling Li Changxing's cuffs, Wang Anfeng had a complicated expression, sighed, and said:

"Your Highness."

Zhou Shen and the two core disciples of Yiye Xuan were stunned.

But then Li Changxing's reaction almost made them scream.

The eldest grandson of the emperor, who carried the expectations of the next generation of the royal family on his shoulders, tidied up his clothes, took a serious salute, couldn't find the slightest fault in his actions, and said respectfully:

"Changxing has seen Uncle Wang."

"The last time I was in Fufeng, I didn't recognize my uncle, and I hope that my uncle will forgive me."

The old man next to him widened his mouth, and looked at Li Changxing, who was the real emperor's eldest grandson, not a fake of a tanuki for the prince, and then looked at Wang Anfeng's eyes a little weird.

Li Changxing spoke again, and the next sentence was.

"When did Uncle Wang break up with that Miss Xue and marry my Aunt Qiwu?"

"Otherwise, that Miss Xue would be ...... to be small."

Wang Anfeng's hand knife fell on the forehead of the emperor's eldest grandson.

Including the eunuch behind Li Changxing, no one reacted, Wang Anfeng looked at the young man in front of him who was covering his head and screaming in pain, he was not such a reckless person, and he also wanted to keep his distance from the royal family, but he heard what he said, and subconsciously made a move, and then thought of the first village of the White Tiger Hall that he didn't know how many ambushes, shook his head and said:

"Nonsense."

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The story of the Lord of Ye Xuanxuan, in the thirty-eighth to fifty-sixth chapters of the world, is heroic and righteous.

Li Changxing, An Feng's imperial grandson when he confessed in Fufeng City.