In the rivers and lakes of Fufeng, many things have happened in the past few days.

Two days ago, on the day when the Xuanjia branch of the Immortal Pavilion recruited outer disciples, a black-clothed warrior directly broke into this branch altar, and at tea time, he had already stepped out of the horse, waved his hand and cut out the sword wind, and directly cut the plaque of the Xuanjia branch altar into five pieces, and then walked away.

The master in the Xuanjia branch altar is almost dead, and the altar master is headed.

Those outer disciples who had just been recruited were completely distracted by the events of that day, and they all returned to their own villages.

Da Qin was happy to see it, so he simply took this matter on his shoulders, registered all these children, and returned to his field registration, and since then he has nothing to do with the rivers and lakes.

Because these children have only just started today, even the Immortal Pavilion can't say anything, so they can only grit their teeth and swallow the blood in their stomachs.

On the rivers and lakes, there are many rumors and debates.

In a restaurant, the warrior with a long knife slammed the weapon in his hand on the table, making a loud noise, his face was red, and he shouted:

"I said, this person will definitely be able to escape the pursuit of the Immortal Pavilion!"

"If you can kill all the altars between the teas, then you must be a six-grade martial artist, a master of the rivers and lakes, this kind of master relies on the void to control the sky, and he comes and goes, if he wants to chase and kill, where is it so easy?!"

A fat man next to him shook his head with a smile, his expression was quite calm, and said:

"Brother, don't you know, if you want to say that you are a master of the sixth grade, it is indeed powerful, but the Immortal Pavilion is one of the best factions in our Fufeng rivers and lakes."

"Not only is there your so-called six-grade master, but there is also a higher-level fifth-grade master, which is even more miraculous, when he makes a move, he can trigger changes in the heavens, and he can almost be regarded as a half-step immortal, how can he not catch it?"

The sword-wielding warrior snorted coldly and said:

"Do you think that master will swagger down the road?"

"It's not a fight on the other side, a judgment is made, if a six-rank master makes up his mind to hide, what can he do even if he is a five-grade master who can trigger the celestial phenomena? Could it be that you can still tell where the master is? ”

The fat man's face froze slightly, and he said:

"This ......"

At this moment, someone next to him shouted:

"Come on, everyone, while Daqin's head catchers haven't come, let's hurry up and open a plate, guess how long the black-clothed warrior can hold on, and buy and leave."

"The time to test the eyesight of the big guy has come, good eyesight, that is, good fortune, you can make a good profit!"

There are also people shouting loudly on the left and right, and there is a small wooden box next to it, and a woman raises her hand to open it, which is full of silver ingots, which is quite tempting.

The surrounding warriors were already arguing with each other because of this issue, and at this time, there was a temptation of money, so they simply came over and made bets, but they still glared at each other.

The fat man walked over, looked at the handicap, and hesitated:

"Little Brother ......"

The young man who opened the handicap raised his head, smiled warmly, and said:

"What's the matter, brother? Don't make a bet? ”

The fat man looked at the box of silver, a little moved, and was about to speak, but he caught a glimpse of a little green in the depths of the young man's pupils, like a bilin viper walking in the grass, which made the warm smile more gloomy and cold, and his heart suddenly suddenly, and then he shook his head violently, and said in a righteous voice:

"No, in this city, there are masters of the Immortal Pavilion."

"You are opening the market here, don't you take my dignified pavilion in your eyes?!"

Most of the warriors here didn't look very good at the old pavilion, and when they heard the words, they scolded for a while, and the fat man escaped in embarrassment, and he was almost beaten, but he was relieved in his heart, and his back was soaked.

The strange look in those eyes is the martial arts "Bilin Decision" in the Immortal Pavilion, the external vision that can only be had after practicing to the entrance, if it weren't for the fact that when he was doing business, he had come into contact with a nine-rank martial artist who was born in the Immortal Pavilion, and he would almost not be able to recognize it.

A martial artist of the Immortal Pavilion, at this time, in this restaurant, opens this kind of handicap.

This is going to see who's hostile to their Ageless Pavilion, and then settle accounts when this matter is over!

The fat man couldn't help but gasp.

Ruthless enough!

Shaking his head, the fat man walked towards the distance, only intending to get as far away from this dangerous place as possible, but at this time, he passed by a person, and the cold chill made his body shiver, and the fat on his body trembled for a while, and he subconsciously turned his head to look, but only saw a tall back.

Dressed in a black suit, he carries an ink knife behind his back.

The knife was unsheathed, and the whole body was ink-colored, except for the blade, which was white.

The fat man's pupils contracted instantly.

Among the restaurants.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant stood with his hands crossed, allowing those warriors to gamble here.

Xiao Er was busy pouring the best rice wine taken out of the cold cellar into a copper wine jug and placing it on the stove.

The young man who opened the market smiled warmly.

Suddenly, a person saw that there was no silver in a black handicap next to him, and said curiously:

"Hey, little brother."

"What is here?"

The young man glanced at it and said with a smile:

"Where, it means that this warrior not only did not run, but also dared to continue to mess around, one to pay ten......"

"Do you want to try it?"

A hint of thought appeared on the face of the person who opened the question, and then he withdrew his gaze and muttered:

"Bet on this? I'm not stupid......"

The young man smiled, and in the depths of his eyes, the chill subsided slightly.

In the past few days, the prestige of the Immortal Pavilion has been greatly impacted, and they are about to maintain the reputation of the sect through Liwei.

If any warrior dares to make this bet.

Then tomorrow his body will be found outside the city.

Thinking of the order passed down from within the sect, the young man's thoughts couldn't help but diverge, and at this moment, someone spoke, his voice indifferent, like winter ice.

"Ten to one?"

The young man was slightly stunned, a chill appeared in his eyes, but the smile at the corner of his mouth became more kind, he raised his eyes to look, and said in his heart:

There are really people who are not afraid of death......

The next moment, a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

The smile on his face stiffened for a moment.

Only at this moment did he realize that the warriors who had been arguing with each other before had already stopped their mouths at some point, and subconsciously retreated to the sides, with expressions of awe or shock on their faces, and a few of them were carrying long knives, and there was a little fanaticism in their eyes.

In the sound of steady footsteps.

The only one to move forward.

Dressed in ink clothes, his black hair is hanging down, he is carrying an ink knife, and his expression is indifferent.

glanced at him and said lightly:

"Place a bet."

The young man's face turned pale unconsciously, and he trembled when he heard the words, and subconsciously said:

"Yes, I don't know what to ...... to do"

In the uproar, a bag of silver was thrown on the table, just on the bet that no one dared to bet, Wang Anfeng controlled his character at this time, spoke calmly, and said:

"Ten to one."

Step, turn.

With his back to these warriors, the young man's heart was slightly relaxed, and his tense face unconsciously softened a few points.

It's as if spring is coming, and the ice is turning into water.

But no one saw this scene, and when he stepped out of the inn, his face was still cold and hard.

After Wang Anfeng went out, the original dead silence in the inn was instantly occupied by the noisy sound that erupted, and the people in the rivers and lakes widened their eyes and argued with each other, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

The innkeeper's face was pale.

The young man staggered two steps and fell back into his chair, his heart beating wildly, and through the raucous sounds of the warriors in the inn, the long neighing of horses could be heard outside the door.

Then a horse's hoof landed on the bluestone, making a crisp and continuous sound, which gradually faded away, followed by a commotion and cheers.

The sound of the warrior performing light feats and leaping, and the muffled sound of the sword blade on the waist hitting the thigh.

And the screams.

The sound of clothes flying.

This complicated and abnormal sound suddenly rose up, reached its peak in the blink of an eye, and then calmed down.

For a moment, the young man could only hear the sound of his own heart beating and the sound of heavy but weak breathing, his eyes widened, and in his mind, one frightened thought after another emerged, constantly impacting his fragile state of mind.

On the stove next to it, the rice wine gradually faded away.

Not yet blanched.

On the amber-like liquor, the impurities that have not been filtered out move slightly, like thousands of red-tailed golden carp flicking their tails, and there are fine ripples.

The dead silence is broken.

The young man's expression changed suddenly.

In his ears, the sound of footsteps and the rubbing of the hem of his clothes sounded again, rolling like the Yangtze River, but for some reason, maintaining a strange silence.

It's as if everything is being suppressed by some invisible force.

In the silence, only the crisp sound of horses' hooves sounded, getting closer and clearer.

It's like thunder.

The blood on the young man's face gradually faded.

In the uproar, the tightly closed door of the inn was directly pushed open, the hem of the clothes swayed, swept the winter cold wind, rushed into the house, and the young warrior in the black suit strode in.

With a casual throw, an object fell directly into the young man's arms, and the latter looked at it, but saw a majestic and familiar face, and at this time his eyes were wide open, and he was not blind!

The last trace of blood faded from the young man's face, and he screamed and sat down on the ground.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand to take a picture of the wooden box full of silver over there, turned to leave, and there was a thin red horse standing outside the door, turning over and getting on the horse, and in a long neigh, he had left this place.

Jianghu news.

After the destruction of the Xuanjia Altar.

The Immortal Pavilion Tianshen Branch Altar was destroyed again.

In the area of Xidingzhou, there is only the last Immortal Pavilion branch altar left.

The entire Fufeng Jianghu was completely detonated, and the eyes of countless people converged on the Immortal Pavilion, ready to watch the latter's reaction.

…………………………………………

On the green mountain, in the old pavilion.

The people of the Immortal Pavilion, who had originally planned to prepare first, couldn't bear it anymore.

If you wait until the intelligence is collected before you make a move, the face of the Immortal Pavilion has already been swollen by the martial artist, and even if you kill it later, it will be difficult to gain a foothold in this Fufeng Jianghu.

The pavilion master held the second blood-colored silk in his hand and looked at it for a long time.

Exhaled a long breath of turbidity, put it on the table next to it, and said slowly:

"Great Elder, I'm sorry for you to take someone away this time."

"The second elder, the third elder, and Elder Mei are together, bring the treasure in the door, and set up the four elephant poison arrays, which will definitely be killed."

The old man sitting at the head below stood up, clasped his fists and saluted, and said:

"The old man understands."

"I just don't know, where should we go to wait for this fang?"

The pavilion master's gaze swept over the silk next to him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said slowly:

"Xidingzhou."

"Outside the altar at the last point."

………………………………………………

Xidingzhou City: Giant Whale Gang Station.

Gongsun Jing's expression was calm, and he gently wiped the blade of the gun.

That sharp and cold.

It wasn't until he wiped it several times that he put the cloth dipped in the liquor in his hand on the table next to him, and Gongsun exhaled, his expression changed slightly.

It should be about the same.

Wang Anfeng said to him the two things a few days ago, the first thing has been sent to Li Laosan, there should be no problem.

The second thing......

Gongsun Jing's eyes closed slightly, and he remembered what the young man said a few days ago.

"Gongsun, are you interested in acting with me in a play?"

The corners of Gongsun Jing's mouth opened slightly, his eyes fell on the wooden table next to him, and a map of the vicinity of Xidingzhou was spread out on it, his palms were raised, his five fingers were opened, and he was firmly pressed outside a county seat.

This is where the last altar of the Bulao Pavilion is located.

It is also a place to plan and close the net.

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