Wang Anfeng did not break through to the eighth-grade cultivation this time.

But his own talent has broken free from the suppression of the original dragon qi backlash, and gradually began to reveal, like a pearl and jade brushing away the dust covered on the surface, at this time it showed the original light, the natural vitality veins are long, and the flow is endless, if you only talk about the internal force in his body at this time, it is no worse than a martial artist who has just entered the eighth grade.

It's just that it hasn't broken through the barrier yet, and it is difficult to continue to accumulate internal strength, and it can't promote the further improvement of the Golden Bell Jar Gong.

But this is not a problem, only after a period of adaptation, as long as half a month, as short as a few days, he will naturally enter the third level of the golden bell jar, and there will be no slightest obstacle in the middle, and it will be a matter of course.

In order to prepare him and not miss the opportunity to break through naturally, Yuan Ci summoned Wang Anfeng to a quiet room, and taught him the key scriptures of the third level of the Golden Bell Jar with the method of Buddhism and Leiyin, and before the two of them passed, the green shirt scribe asked him for the wooden sword that had been carried for a long time.

Above the Lone Peak.

The scribe looked cold, held the long sword in front of him, held the hilt with five fingers in his right hand, brushed the blade with his left hand, and then bent his fingers and flicked lightly on the blade.

Although it was a wooden sword, it let out a long sword groan at this time, which lasted for a long time.

This sword was worn by Wang Anfeng when he was not yet the ninth grade, because it was a special weapon like the 'Plot Blade', with an extraordinary texture, although it could never be really good without damage, but unless it was attacked by a divine soldier, it was almost like a fool's dream to break this long sword.

Wang Anfeng is about to break through to the eight-grade realm in a few days, and he wants to give him a stronger blade, but after thinking about it, ordinary weapons may not necessarily have this so-called wooden sword to be handy, but after all, this sword is stuck in grade, sharp, and far from being comparable to high-grade sword weapons.

At this thought, the scribe frowned slightly, and his gaze fell on the package.

Among them, the essence of the material is extraordinary, like gold and not jade, is piled up, and there is a shimmer of light flowing on it, which is not like an ordinary thing.

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In the wind building.

Wang Anfeng has been in an extremely good mood in recent days, his internal strength has been polished and gradually perfected, and it should not be long before he breaks through.

And the internal strength in the body is abundant, and the martial arts taught by Libo can also be used a little more freely.

He hadn't used the Thunderbolt before.

However, Mr. Win told him not to practice that light skill first, and he didn't know what the arrangement was.

On the whole, his martial arts have entered a stage of slightly faster progress, but he doesn't know when he will be able to ascend to the realm of the seven grades, he has experienced a lot of things in this year, and he has gradually understood that as the predecessors of Jiu Zizai said, only his own cultivation has reached the realm of the seven grades of martial arts.

Only then can we be qualified to participate in the ups and downs of the world's rivers and lakes, and all kinds of major events.

It is only when it reaches the realm of the seventh grade......

to be able to know about the White Tiger Hall.

The young man whispered in his heart, but he couldn't help but think of what he had experienced in the past six months or so, the master who had fallen into the devil, the warrior of the White Tiger Hall who chased and killed him, and remembered what Gongsun Jing had written, in the city of Northern Wuzhou, the stronghold of the White Tiger Hall was discovered.

But White Tiger Hall, isn't it an organization that even the predecessors who are free to drink are treated carefully?

Why did it appear so easily in a state town?

The young man's thoughts spread a little far for a while, and at this moment, there was a sudden sound of heavy and hurried footsteps in his ears, and a figure walked over, wrapped in the cold wind, hedged against the warm air flow in the building, making Wang Anfeng subconsciously shrink his body.

When he came back to his senses, he looked sideways, and saw Yan Ling, dressed in black, striding into the building, his expression was calm, no longer the same as before, facing the students who greeted him, he just nodded, and strode over.

The small half of his right hand was shrouded in long black sleeves with complicated lines, the exposed half of his palm was wrapped with a circle of bandages, and he held a long knife with a sheath, and his eyebrows were full of coldness.

It is only at this time that the students who are used to making fun of him will think about it.

This strict senior brother, in addition to being a 'don't know' senior brother, a stunned young man known as Elm Pimple, and a generous friend who never gets angry even if he lets his friends joke, is also a great disciple of the Legalist family in the Fufeng School Palace, and is a well-deserved leader among the younger generation.

A martial arts to the eighth grade, outstanding combat power, ranked on the list of earthly evil,

Wang Anfeng looked at the strict order to stride to a place to find a book, and he was slightly puzzled in his heart, he was familiar with the latter, and knew that his every move required him to comply with the etiquette law, so he reacted, obviously there was something special.

I don't know what happened......

Could it be that Senior Sister Zhao is making something awkward again?

The boy lifted the page in his hand and thought to himself.

And after three hours, he knew how naïve he was.

He ignored the identity of the order itself.

Yan Ling, born in a legalist family.

In the afternoon of the same day, the master of the school palace informed all the students that the students were forbidden to go out, and the masters guarded the entrances and exits everywhere, almost like martial law, and the masters of the Legalists and soldiers carried sharp knives and left the school palace in a hurry, and many people were still surging with killing intent that was difficult to ignore.

Wang Anfeng noticed the abnormality and asked the familiar students around him, but no one knew the reason, and finally learned the real reason from the Yin and Yang family Su gambler, who was the best at inquiring about the news.

Today, there was a murder in Fufeng County.

More precisely, it should have been after last night.

Su Wenchang's face was a little pale.

He didn't want to say it, but he couldn't bear Wang Anfeng's several inquiries, and thought that the latter, as a martial artist on the star list, had superb swordsmanship, which was not comparable to those of them who failed to enter the grade.

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was as if he wanted to vent the worries and pressures in his heart, and he didn't need Wang Anfeng to ask, he said everything.

It's a murder, and it's a tragedy.

Massacre.

A family of 17 people from three generations was tortured and killed.

It is said that the faces of the people who were killed were all cut into shapeless pieces, and they could not see the original appearance, until the next day, the neighbors did not see the old and young people come out, and they thought about it wrongly, pushed the door in, and only then did they know about it.

Yan Lingxiu has reached the eighth grade a year ago, and was recommended by his teacher to the Yamen of the Criminal Department, and today he is the first batch of secret arrests to accept the case, and he came to Fengzilou to find similar cases, in order to find similar clues and bring the murderer to justice.

Speaking of this time, Su Gambler's face became more and more pale, and he was not very good-looking.

Although he is talented, he is still just an ordinary student who grew up in the school palace after all, he has never seen the bloody rivers and lakes, let alone fought with others to the death, and he has usually heard of similar things, but he will sigh that the rivers and lakes are stormy, but this thing happened around him, but it was a completely different feeling.

He wanted to laugh to relieve the pressure in his heart, but he didn't smile in the slightest.

It is necessary to know that the warriors who patrol the city in Fufeng County are all about the ninth rank of martial arts, which is the martial arts level of the deputy general in the ordinary county, and they can fight lions and tigers, and they patrol an area back and forth in a group of three.

can quietly do such a case, obviously the person who shot it is either a martial artist of the eighth rank or above, or an assassin killer who is good at light skills and rest.

And judging from the fact that they were able to hide the blood stains so that they could not leak the smell of blood, I am afraid that they are veterans in this.

Speaking of this, Su Wenchang shook his head, and then persuaded Wang Anfeng not to go out of the school palace again during this time, such a big case, the yamen at all levels in the county town have been transferred, and a result will come out in a few days, so he resigned first and went to his master's place.

Wang Anfeng stood in place, watching him leave, only to feel a chill in his heart, and the joy of breaking through his cultivation disappeared in an instant.

When Su Wenchang said this case, he had already understood.

Cut the face so that you can't see what it was.

Assassin Killer.

The young man closed his eyes slightly, lowered his palms and couldn't help clenching, recalling what happened to Ah Ping and the killer he had encountered, and a strong self-blame and incomprehension rose in his heart.

Danfeng Valley ......

Dare to go on a killing spree in the city of Daqin...... With Daqin's armament, he just didn't expect this group of warriors to be so crazy before, if they really want to be caught, even if the wind is so strong, within three days, no one can escape, and all of them will be beheaded to show the public, without mercy.

Aren't these cult warriors crazy?

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Fufeng County City, Criminal Department Yamen.

Vice President Zhu Jian'an's eyes were red.

According to the notice of the book keeper, they had already found the place where Danfeng Valley had settled, because they didn't know if this was the only stronghold, so they didn't act rashly, worried about startling the grass and snakes, but just sent warriors to keep an eye on it every day, ready to follow the vine and touch the melon, and deal with this hidden danger all at once.

I never thought that these Danfeng Valley disciples would actually do such a case.

They want Danfeng Valley to be trampled by the crazy Great Qin Iron Cavalry?

Zhu Jian'an clenched his teeth, and the killing intent surged in his heart.

These martial artists, are they crazy?!

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