Peng Wuwang Luoyang a day after the battle has been spread in the whole Luoyang City, a few days later the whole Henan is spreading, martial arts people pass on the praise of the three sons of Pengmen not only martial arts world, but also heroic spirit, one person alone Songshan faction, Yue Nu Palace, the Jin family up and down five sons and a daughter and the Jin couple two, brave heroic deeds. However, Jin Baiba's reputation fell to the extreme, and everyone scolded the Jin family's despicable behavior and contempt. Along with the annual Luoyang Flower Festival, these strange anecdotes in the martial arts add a bit of excitement to Luoyang City.

Although several days have passed since that martial arts battle, the father and daughter of the Fang family, who temporarily live in Luoyang Xiaofeng Inn, are still talking about this topic.

"Peng Wuwang's hand-breaking knife technique can be called the most novel and extraordinary new knife technique in the recent martial arts, hehe, I have recorded martial arts anecdotes for my father for many years, and I have seen countless strange martial arts, but the strange martial arts of using the dragon capture skill to trigger the hand-leaving knife can be said to be not only unseen, but also unheard of." Fang Baitong worked the table in the inn room, looking excited.

"Daddy, it seems that there is another name in the martial arts anecdotes." Fang Mengjing said with a smile.

"Hey, I don't dare to put his name on it like that, because I'm not sure that this sword technique was created by him." Fang Baitong shook his head, as if he was still unsatisfied, and said, "Daughter, what kind of sword technique did you see when he fought the four sons of the Jin family alone at the beginning, what's so special?"

Fang Mengjing thought about it sideways and said with a smile, "Does Daddy want to take the test for his daughter? In my opinion, his right hand is using the 'Fog Hidden Cloud Dragon' sword technique, which is one of the ways in the Cloud Dragon Changfeng Sword Technique of the Crane God Qi Xiaotian. His left hand, well, should be the 'Hengjiang Sword Technique', and it is also one of the ways in the Cloud Dragon Changfeng Sword Technique. It's just that he used both hands at the same time, and there were countless more esoteric changes, and what kind of sect these moves came from, my daughter's talent was shallow, and she couldn't recognize them."

"It's already very good to be able to see this, and she deserves to be a good daughter of our Belden. In fact, Peng Wuwang's move did not change at all, but he used a sword technique with both hands, opening the bow left and right, one god guarding the inside, and the other wandering outside, not sticking to the changes of the cooperation of both hands at all, but making any moves with both hands." Fang Baitong stroked his long beard and said with admiration.

"Any move? How is this possible?" Fang Mengjing exclaimed.

"One hand into a square, one hand into a circle, hehe, daughter, this Peng Wuwang is very rare, he is not only amazingly talented, but he is a rare genius in martial arts, and his heart is simple, frank and upright, this sincere and righteous character is probably even more difficult to find. Otherwise, even if he comes up with this Qimen martial art, it will be difficult to integrate it because there are too many distracting thoughts." The more Fang Baitong spoke, the more appreciative he became, and he almost twisted off the beard under his chin.

Fang Mengjing covered her mouth and chuckled, "I said, Peng Wuwang is a stupid boy at all, and he is ignorant of all these many people in the world."

"Hey, don't underestimate him, this future life is still stupid and fine, you see his momentum of going straight to the Jin Mansion, hey, let the Jin family's tongue bloom orchids, kill if you should kill him, and you can't get any benefits from him. It's a pity that they have come up with so many ghostly tricks, and they won't work if they put them on Peng Wuwang." Fang Baitong stroked his palm and smiled.

"Daddy, you've had enough of it, right?" Fang Mengjing said angrily.

"Yes, yes, yes, and my baby daughter, hehe, she is worthy of being a good daughter of our Baitong, she has uncovered the conspiracy of the Jin Mansion in just a few words, and she is very intelligent, she is really a woman." Fang Baitong hurriedly said with a smile.

Fang Mengjing smiled and nodded, then let him go, turned his head to look out the window, and watched the beautiful scenery of Luoyang flowers blooming in summer.

Just when the father and daughter of the Fang family were talking, a sudden gale blew in their faces, and three black-clothed masked killers with double swords seemed to fall from the sky and broke in from the windows of the three streets facing the street. The six sword lights slashed down like a practice, and the Fang family's father and daughter only had time to exclaim: "Qingfeng Hall", and they didn't have time to dodge at all.

At this critical moment, a gray-clothed figure broke through the door, and the thunderous flame sword light in his hand greeted the three black-clothed killers.

Only a series of screams were heard, and the two killers were slashed with four swords, one in the throat and the other in the face, lying on the ground. The third killer had one of his left arms cut off diagonally and rolled to the ground screaming. The father and daughter of the Fang family looked at it, and it turned out to be Peng Wuwang, who had just raised his power in Luoyang. I saw him shake his hand and fly out of the mandarin duck knife and throw it towards the floor of the inn. Sure enough, a huge cracking sound came, a big hole was cracked in the inn floor, and a figure in Tsing Yi rose to the sky, cutting down the moon scimitar in his hand. However, Peng's hopeless flying knife had already taken the first step, and the knife light was like electricity, passing through his chest. The man in Tsing Yi screamed, his body went straight out of Zhangyu, and he fell to the ground, this person has a short body, thick arms, a hideous face, and blue eyes, as if he is not a person from Middle-earth. I saw him struggle on the ground for a moment, kick his legs, and breathe west.

Peng Wuwang sat on the chair of the inn with a blue face, holding on to the table, secretly breathing the chaotic true qi in his body.

Fang's father and daughter glanced at each other, and Fang Baitong stepped forward and said, "Thank you Little Brother Peng for coming to the rescue again, Fang is grateful."

Fang Mengjing stepped forward and said, "Brother Peng's martial arts have reached a higher level, and the little woman admires it."

Peng Wuwang secretly exhaled a breath of turbid breath in his chest and said, "Senior Fang, Miss Fang doesn't have to be polite." He turned his head to the only remaining black-clothed killer who was still on the ground** and said, "Go back and tell the Qingfeng Hall Master that if you want to kill the father and daughter of the Fang family, you must first pass the level of my Peng Hopeless."

The black-clothed killer finally stopped**, and said in a trembling voice, "You are Peng Wuhope."

Peng Wuwang snorted and said, "Exactly, come back next time with another master." Qingfeng Hall is really empty."

The man in black glanced at the man in Tsing Yi who was lying on the ground, and said in a low voice, "Peng Wuwang really lives up to his reputation, this time it was really a mistake." He stomped his foot, jumped out of the tattered window, and disappeared in an instant.

Seeing that the man in black was gone, Peng Wuwang collapsed on the table, opening his mouth and spurting out a stream of blood. The Fang family's father and daughter were shocked. Fang Mengjing saw the opportunity the fastest and hurriedly closed the door.

Fang Baitong helped Peng Wuwang up, let him lie on the bed, and asked repeatedly, "Brother Peng, how are you?"

Peng Wuwang spurted out another stream of blood and said, "I may have suffered extremely serious internal injuries, and I don't know the cause of the injuries."

After Fang Mengjing pulled up all the curtains, she came to the bed, and said to the other party: "Daddy, I know more about medical skills, let me take a look."

Fang Baitong nodded, and said to Peng Wuhopeless: "Little brother, my daughter is not only resourceful, but also has medical skills like a god, you can rest assured."

Fang Mengjing said angrily, "Daddy, now is not the time to praise your daughter." After speaking, he sat down next to Peng Wuwang and picked up Peng Wuhope's right hand to take the pulse.

Fang Baitong smiled and muttered, "Do you still have time to praise your daughter?" With that, he sat down leisurely at the table and began to continue his book.

Fang Mengjing took the pulse for a long time, and then observed Peng Wuwang's face, and said, "Brother Peng, your injuries are not serious, it's just that you have been fighting in a series of battles recently, consuming too much internal strength, depleting your essence and energy, and many external injuries have not healed, and the injuries are even in your heart. Moreover, you haven't rested enough recently, your qi and blood are deficient, plus you have been hit by the innate Gang Qi, the impact of the sword qi of the Yue Nu Palace and the internal strength of the Songshan Sect, although the injuries are not serious, but the accumulation is really harmful. However, since I am here, I can prescribe you more prescriptions to replenish qi and calm the nerves, relax your muscles and invigorate your blood, plus some great supplements, and I believe you will be as good as ever within a month."

Peng Wuwang hurriedly said, "Miss Fang, I have a big battle in ten days, please heal my injuries as soon as possible."

Fang Mengjing said: "Brother Peng, with all due respect, illness comes like a mountain, and illness goes like a thread. What's more, the root of your disease was planted dozens of days ago, and it is really difficult to cure it quickly."

Peng Wuwang sighed, suddenly smiled, and said, "Miss Fang is willing to heal me, and I am already grateful. It's damn that there are so many demands."

Fang Mengjing hurriedly got up and said, "Brother Peng's words are serious. Your Excellency has rescued our father and daughter three times and twice, and even if it is a harsh matter, we will do it for you with all our hearts."

Peng Wuwang propped himself up in fear, and was just about to speak, when Fang Baitong, who was sitting in the distance, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, daughter, Brother Peng, don't be too polite, it's important to heal." Fang Mengjing hurriedly supported Peng Wuhope's body and let him lie back on the bed.

Fang Mengjing found someone to dispose of the corpse, washed the blood stains in the house, wrote down a prescription, asked the shopkeeper to go out to grab the medicine, and asked someone to stew a bowl of bird's nest and poria soup in the kitchen, and then came to Peng Wuwang's body to administer needles to him.

Fang Baitong was finishing a volume of martial arts anecdotes, and seeing that Peng Wuwang was in good spirits, he asked, "Little Brother Peng, I don't know why you found us?"

Peng Wuwang smiled embarrassedly and said, "I was seriously injured in my lower body, I was penniless, the entire Luoyang City had no relatives, and I had no money to treat the sick, so I suddenly remembered that Fang Senior and Miss Fang were finally familiar with each other, so I took the liberty to come. I didn't expect that there would be such an accident, and it was really unpredictable."

Fang Baitong stroked his palms and smiled, "Little Brother Peng is really fast-talking. Thanks to Brother Peng's ability to look down on the old man and the little girl, he was able to save our lives, which shows that there is a providence in the dark."

"Senior, it's over." Peng Wuwang smiled.

"By the way, Junior Brother Peng, your martial arts have really reached the point of being superb, you are really bright-eyed, and you have insight into opportunities, and you actually expected that one of the four elders of Qingfeng Hall, 'Chasing the Soul of the Moon', had all the changes and changes in Chabo, and put him to death with one sword, this martial arts, even the seven princes of today's martial arts, are not as good as it. The old man admires, admires." Fang Baitong said with a smile.

Peng Wuwang was shocked: "Senior, you said that the man in Tsing Yi is one of the four elders of Qingfeng Hall."

"Why, don't you know?" Fang Baitong exclaimed.

"The younger generation really doesn't know. To tell the truth, the junior didn't know anything about this poor martial arts, and he didn't know that he was in the house. It's just that the cannon knife Luo Yixiao also used this method to raid my eldest brother before. I wonder if there will be someone rushing out like Luo Yixiao this time, so he shot the mandarin duck knife first, just to be on the safe side, I didn't expect someone to come out, and he was unlucky." After Peng Wuwang finished speaking, he smiled embarrassedly.

The father and daughter of the Fang family glanced at each other, and they both had a sense of comical that they couldn't cry or laugh. It turned out that Chabo, who was a first-class assassin in the world. He was originally a Persian, arrived in Middle-earth at the age of thirteen, and was already proficient in Persian martial arts. When he arrived in the Central Plains, he re-threw himself into the mountain and learned an earth-shattering martial arts, especially his scimitar knife technique, which mixed the essence of the Central Plains martial arts and Persian martial arts. Although his martial arts skills are slightly inferior to the thunder cannon sword Luo, he is already a big devil who everyone is afraid of in the rivers and lakes, and he doesn't want to die in vain under Peng Wuwang's purposeless sword technique for no reason, which is really wronged.

Fang Baitong glanced at the mandarin duck knife on the table that had just drunk Chabo's blood, and sighed: "It's really retribution, there are countless unjust souls who died in vain under Chabo, and there should be this retribution today."

At this time, Fang Mengjing finished applying needles to Peng Wuwang, and said with a smile: "Brother Peng will show his power again today, and he will be famous all over the world from now on, which can be expected."

Peng Wuwang let out a long sigh of relief and sighed, "Hey, it's really not what I want to be famous in the world, I just hope to get revenge as soon as possible, and I don't have to worry about it from now on." With that, he fell asleep groggily.

"Jing'er, did he fall asleep?" Fang Baitong asked.

"Exactly, Dad, he said he would sleep when he slept, but it was very simple." Fang Mengjing said with a smile.

"Haha, interesting, interesting, today I finally met a man who chatted with his daughter and dozed off." Fang Baitong said with a smile.

"Daddy!"