Yizhuang was originally a house of Taoist temples.

Hongfei Bai half-knelt on the ground, looking at the girl in the coffin, the girl's black hair was scattered, covering part of the hideous wound, and the blood on her face had been wiped clean by the old man, so if the blood on the girl's body was ignored now, then she looked like she was just asleep.

yes, just asleep.

It's like practicing martial arts with herself in the mountains in the past, just like in the past, she watched herself practice swords, she was tired of watching, tired of waiting, and then sat on her knees on the bluestone under the old tree.

Just like that, I closed my eyes in the warm spring breeze, waiting for myself to finish practicing the sword, waiting for the sun to dim.

Then wait for himself to carry her back to the gate under the mountain.

Waiting for the impatient rebuke of the master and the laughter of the master, waiting for the meal that always seems to have just been prepared......

She could never wait.

Hongfeibai clenched his teeth, his eyes widened, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He didn't cry, he didn't want to cry when he saw his sister for the last time.

"That's a shame, isn't it ......?"

His palm brushed over the girl's cold forehead.

The old man was in the inner room, sighed, stood up, and slowly walked out of the narrow room like a coffin board, looking at the young man who was half-kneeling in front of the coffin, his body trembling slightly, but he stopped again, he wanted to comfort the young man, but at this time, he felt that he did not have the need to pass.

This is their story, what can they say if they are an outsider or a bad old man?

In this story, he is just a passerby.

The old man laughed to himself, shook his head, and turned back to the inner room.

This last time was handed over to Hong Feibai.

Because of the murder of the girl, the secret medicine was sprinkled on the corpse, so the corpse could not change for more than ten days, but because of this miracle medicine, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, the girl's body will quickly decay.

So the medicine has a nice name.

The old man was lying on the bed.

Red face and white bones.

………………………………………………

The warrior dressed in a black mask trembled in his heart, took a deep breath, forcibly stabilized his state of mind, his eyes became cold, he looked at Wang Anfeng, his voice was hoarse, and said:

"Want to die?"

He held the sword in his hand.

The body was straight, the eyes were dark, the temperament on the body was heavy, and the voice was indifferent:

"Dare to stand in the way of someone."

Wang Anfeng looked at the familiar mask and said:

"So-and-so? Also ask for the name of the high surname. ”

The man raised his chin slightly and said lightly:

"It's hard to settle down, ......"

His heart has stabilized, because when he was tracking before, Wang Anfeng 'never caught up with him', at this time, after a moment of panic, he still stubbornly believed that Wang Anfeng's light skills were under him, and the reason why he was able to stop here now was just luck.

If you perform light skills by yourself, you will definitely be able to escape, so there is a lot of calm and confidence in your speech.

"Uncomfortable?"

Even in Wang Anfeng's state of mind, he was almost so angry that he laughed out loud at this time, as if there was a fire burning in his heart, he was too lazy to entangle with this person anymore, his body was divided into shadows, and he instantly pulled out several afterimages in front of the other party, and he didn't draw his sword, the wooden sword in his hand was sheathed, and he smashed his head and face.

The scabbard of this wooden sword is specially designed to suppress the spirit of the divine weapon in the sword and prevent leakage, which is extremely heavy.

Paired with Wang Anfeng's strength, which is not inferior to ordinary heavy weapons, when he made the first contact, he had already dispersed the internal strength and body protection energy on the martial artist's body, and used his dexterous strength to knock the fierce mask away, without hurting a single bit, revealing the man's face.

The second blow slammed into the man's mouth, smashing one of his steel teeth clean.

Under the teaching of some old oilmen in Shaolin Temple, his ruthlessness is not inferior to that of old Taoists.

Let the other side have no way to commit suicide first.

Then find a way to abolish mobility, and then slowly adjust.

In the end, I really couldn't throw it to Shaolin Temple to relieve the master's boredom.

Wang Anfeng directly ignored the last sentence of that person.

Killing people is not enough, no matter what, always participating in meditation and practicing martial arts, these compassions are still there.

The 'Yi Yi Ping' reacted almost instantly, knowing that he had met a real master.

As a seven-rank martial artist, he is not without the power to resist, the internal force is urgent, and the majestic internal force is surging like an angry dragon, and the palm on the hilt of the sword is forced, and the sword is about to be pulled out.

But at this moment, Wang Anfeng seemed to be an unpredictable prophet, his right hand was raised at will, and at the moment when the opponent's strength converged to the limit and was about to explode, he pressed on the back of the opponent's palm holding the hilt of the sword.

His eyes opened slightly, and he let out a low sigh.

It was as if the wrestlers were opening a mountain, and with an unreasonable attitude, he fiercely pressed the hilt back again, and even at this moment, even the internal force gathered on the blade of the long sword shattered a lot of the brutal force.

The uncontrollable energy cracked in the scabbard, and the scabbard shattered, and under the blessing of the tremendous strength, it was not inferior to the sharp blade, and many wounds were torn out on the body of the 'uncontrollable'.

At the same time, the hilt of the sword in Wang Anfeng's hand was raised, and the sheath slammed into the opponent's shoulder like a heavy hammer.

At this time, the Buddha said that the blessing of the Lux Moving Mountain Sutra has not yet dissipated, and this time it is not inferior to those who specialize in external skills, and the powerful masters of the rivers and lakes hit with all their might, and the latter did not have this preparation at all.

At the same time, the 'uneasy' only felt a pain around him, and the next moment, his originally light and powerful body seemed to have become a Mo family organ, unable to move a bit.

Wang Anfeng carried the 'trophies' that were instantly set on the big points around his body, thought about it, entered the dilapidated Taoist temple behind, threw it on the futon casually, half-squatted down, looked at the other party with a frightened look, and said:

"Tell me, your identity ......"

The man's expression flickered, and he said hoarsely:

"I've said it, it's hard to settle."

Wang Anfeng frowned slightly, and asked a lot of questions, but the latter, who was extremely cautious just now, had a stiff mouth at this time, and couldn't ask anything useful.

For this kind of dead duck's hard mouth, the language skills are almost useless, anyway, he has already ordered the acupoints around his body, and with the method of the medicine king Gu Yan, the other party's internal force is still under him, and it will take at least a few hours to forcibly acupuncture, Wang Anfeng simply searched his body.

Because Hong Luoyu would occasionally teach Wang Anfeng some of the skills of the thief door when Mr. Win was absent and Yuan Ci was meditating, the man had to watch the things he had hidden tightly to the young people in front of him, and he took them out one by one, without even leaving the last bit of copper coins.

God is pitiful, he doesn't know when and where he left this copper plate.

But the young man in front of him just patted his body casually, and the copper coin rolled out as if he saw his father.

His eyes widened, looking at the young man in front of him, seeing that the latter was so skilled that his methods were excessive, his head was dazed, and he almost thought that he had met a thief ancestor.

A very young, white-clad thief.

One is still very young, ruthless, and likes to play with swords.

A thief ancestor whose martial arts are still too high.

When Wang Anfeng pulled out a piece of letterhead from a secret pocket on his body, the expression on his face suddenly stiffened.

Seeing the slight change in his expression, Wang Anfeng naturally knew that the importance of this thing was extraordinary, unfolded the letterhead, swept his eyes, looked over from above, saw the handwriting of the dragon flying and phoenix dancing on it, and saw the two lines of words said above.

'That Yi Nanping once ruined the main hall in Fufeng County, and this matter can be acted as Yi Nanping. ’

It would be best if he could force him out, but if he couldn't, it would ruin his reputation. ’

The boy's eyes opened slightly.

The self-proclaimed Tangkou, but once in Fufeng County, the Jianghu organization that was damaged by 'Yi Yi Ping'......

The forces in the rivers and lakes he knows are not small, but there is only one of them.

White Tiger Hall......

Wang Anfeng whispered in his heart, and the words on this letterhead were almost like a line of fire, falling into the heart lake.

And a flame rose.

The murderous boiling in his heart is almost difficult to contain, but he is extremely wise at this time, Shaolin martial arts production Zen and martial arts are one, the golden bell jar is the Vajra Buddha, the palm of Prajna is the Heart Sutra, and the practice of martial arts is to participate in Zen, these years of practice, Wang Anfeng's state of mind has long been different from the past.

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbidity, Wang Anfeng put down the letterhead in his hand and looked at the pale man opposite.

He didn't know much about some of Daqin's rules, but since the latter belonged to the rivers and lakes, and the deceased was a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, then this matter belonged to the affairs of the rivers and lakes, and the Criminal Department could not interfere in this matter.

And it wasn't the first time he had dealt with people in the White Tiger Hall, knowing that these people basically couldn't ask anything.

Regarding related matters, he could go back and ask Hong Feibai, looking at the latter's appearance, he must know something, and then he would be able to reverse the whereabouts of the White Tiger Hall, and then judge its purpose.

He squeezed the palm of the letterhead slightly, and where the internal force was running, the letterhead had silently turned into powder.

The man gritted his teeth, still stubbornly speaking:

"I got this letter from the woman."

"That's why I'm going to kill him."

Wang Anfeng looked at the man in front of him who was forced to speak, his five fingers were opened, and he let the powder made of the secret letter pour down, he looked at the man, sighed slightly, and said:

"You say you're upset?"

"So, who am I?"

The White Tiger Hall martial artist was slightly stunned, and then seemed to react, his eyes subconsciously widened, and he looked at the young man in front of him, who originally lowered his head, but raised his head at this time, and he didn't know when a black mask had appeared on his face, which was exactly the appearance of the fox.

The young man's black eyes looked at him quietly through the hollow in his eyes.

A green bamboo sword had already appeared in Wang Anfeng's hand.

Are you upset?

So, who am I......

A look of horror appeared in the man's eyes, thinking of the meaning of the three words 'difficult to peace', his face became more and more pale, and he was about to scream out at the moment, but then a bright and brilliant streamer flashed in front of him, and then his throat ached, and a slight wind seemed to be heard in his ears.

Darkness before your eyes.

PS; Today's second update will be presented ......