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The two of them were drinking a little wine, and they were talking about each other, and Shi Lingwei suddenly looked up, but saw that on the edge of the eaves, a face was being exposed, grinning, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and he was happy towards them. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)

Shi Lingwei was shocked, and before the other party knew it, he was within reach of his side, and the two of them didn't notice anything, so the other party's martial arts were so high that it was simply appalling.

He opened his mouth and shouted, and the other party's body, like a fish swimming in the water, swam in, the reason why it is said to be like a fish, is because the air flow around the other party is as turbulent as the tide, splitting his head and covering his face, pouring into the five features and seven orifices of the two people, Shi Lingwei opened his mouth, and the inhaled air flow was as sharp as a knife, and it was as hot as boiling water, and it was forced back into his chest by the sound of his shouting.

Ding Jian, who was sitting opposite him, saw that Shi Lingwei's face on the opposite side showed an extremely frightened expression, and he opened his mouth to shout, but he couldn't make any sound, and his old face suddenly turned red, as if he had swallowed a scorching flame. The next moment, the lower half of Shi Lingwei's face and throat cracked like the lines of a fishing net, and the seven orifices of his mouth and nose were all splattered with blood foam, and a few points of the blood foam splashed on Ding Jian's arm, as hot as boiling oil.

Then Ding Jian saw that person, looking at himself with an indifferent gaze, which was not a gaze of a living person, but a dead thing.

Ding Jian didn't shout, Shi Lingwei's tragic death made him soaked in cold sweat.

His hands were faster than his brain, and by the time the man appeared, he had drawn his sword.

"One word electric sword."

In the small building, a flash of lightning lit up, like lightning in the sky.

Although he has lived in seclusion in Meizhuang for many years, he has not let go of his kung fu, and this sword at the moment of life and death is no worse than the peak realm when he walked the rivers and lakes. A sword was swung, and while a heart was beating violently, there was somehow a trace of joy and pride.

But his pride immediately turned into despair, only to see that the man just stretched out his left hand lightly, and grabbed the lightning-like sword light, Ding Jian felt a tightness in his hand, like a sword piercing into the golden stone, and the other party's right hand, he stretched out his middle finger and pointed at his face, he only felt that his eyebrows were tight, and he didn't know anything, he died.

Posed the two dead, bolted the door from the inside, and added some lamp oil. Meng Yuan swept out of the small building, his arms outstretched, like a big crane skimming across the lake, disappearing into the darkness.

Mengyuan unfolded a peerless light skill, his feet did not occupy an area, and he swept through the roofs of buildings, although there were some arrangements in the village, but it had no effect on bird-like guys like Mengyuan. He walked all the way through a corridor to the door of the Moon Cave. The word "Qin Heart" is written on the forehead of the moon cave door, which is made of blue glaze, and the pen is vigorous, which should be from the hand of the bald pen. After the moon cave door, it is a quiet flower path, the bamboo on both sides is cultivated, the pebbles of the flower path are covered with moss, and it seems that few people walk. The flower path leads to the front of the three stone houses. Seven or eight pine trees in front of and behind the house were tall and straight, covering the gloom in all directions.

I saw that these stone houses were all built of hard bluestone, which was extremely strong, and the only windows were also made of iron branches the thickness of children's arms. Although Yumebuchi has yoga secret skills, it is impossible to enter through such a narrow window hole.

Meng Yuan stretched out his hand to the door, the tentacles were cold, but it was an iron door, locked from the inside, and it was not easy to open.

"If I hadn't come here and changed people, it would have been difficult not to alarm the people inside." Thinking in his heart, Meng Yuan took out a small bottle of liquid from the space, sucked it up with a dropper, and sprayed it on the iron latch.

When the liquid fell on it, it made a very slight zizzling sound, and the yellow-white liquid foam kept coming out.

Meng Yuan patiently fiddled and waited, and after about half a cup of tea, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on the iron door, only to hear a soft sound, and the door was pushed open by him.

This time it was inevitable that there would be some noise, and Meng Yuan clearly heard the sound of long breathing inside and stopped suddenly, and then the sound of people turning over. He did not hesitate, with a flick of his fingers, a fire fold flew into the room, faintly illuminating the scene in the room, and his figure was already in the direction of the person in the room.

Open the door, the fire fold flies out, and you rush in, these actions are troublesome to say, but in practice, it is a matter of an instant.

"Thief Dare"

Meng Yuan's pounce was really like a lightning bolt for a person who had just woken up from sleep. The man didn't have time to think about it at all, he let out a low roar, his palms were like lions holding the ball, and he hugged towards Mengyuan, but it was a mastery in his hand.

With the light of the fire fold sliding in the air, Meng Yuan saw this person's appearance clearly, it was an old man in his sixties, skinny as wood, and the muscles on his face were sunken, straight like a skeleton, but his eyes were bright, like two small lights. It is Huang Zhonggong, the owner of Meizhuang.

Meng Yuan's palms stretched forward, slightly flicked, Huang Zhonggong's hands were clasped together like knots, Meng Yuan's left hand two fingers poked out, and dotted on the back of his hand, Jin Wuhua feather Gong was injected like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, Huang Zhonggong still didn't know how his hands were buckled together, the sharp pain from the back of his hand was like being held down by a red-hot soldering iron, the strand was blazing, along the hand Shaoyang Sanjiao meridian, just in an instant after the three yang, his own deep internal force, in front of the other party's strange internal force, It dissipated like boiling soup and pouring snow.

Huang Zhonggong was so angry that he was about to scream, but Meng Yuan's right hand had already pressed in front of him to face the door. In desperation, a lazy donkey rolled away, and the sharp wind swept across his face, leaving two bloody streaks.

Huang Zhonggong raised his hand, grabbed a guqin beside the bed, and reluctantly lifted an internal force, wanting to pluck the strings, but saw a hand waved over like that, but it was a white crane with no simple move.

But this trick of the white crane to dry its wings was used under Mengyuan's hands, Huang Zhonggong was like seeing that the other party had really become a crane, and the arm that was waved made people feel a sense of crisis that there was no way to avoid and no way to hide, as if they were about to be disemboweled by the other party in the next moment. Almost subconsciously, Huang Zhonggong blocked the yaoqin in his hand in front of him.

There was a soft sound, Huang Zhonggong's fingers loosened, and the five strings of the guqin had been crossed by Meng Yuan's five fingers, as if they had been sawed off by a saw.

Huang Zhonggong was in the mood for death, and smashed the guqin in his hand towards Mengyuan, but saw that from the bottom of the guqin, he turned up a hand, five fingers buckled, like plum blossoms, and pressed it to his chest.

Huang Zhonggong has never felt that he is so close to death, his experience and consciousness are telling him that he can't avoid this palm, and if he is hit by this palm, he will definitely die.

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and as soon as he bit the tip of his tongue, a mouthful of blood spurted out towards Meng Yuan, and his face suddenly became as white as paper.

This is the kung fu of the "Blue Blood Arrow", in this mouthful of blood, almost all the internal force that he can lift at this time is condensed, it is a desperate kung fu to die with the enemy, and the power is enough to pierce the gold and crack the stone. He can't dodge the other party's palm, and the other party will definitely not be able to dodge his own blood arrow.

Then one of his eyes suddenly widened, and he saw Meng Yuan's other hand, which grasped the blood arrow he spewed out, like pinching a flying fly. He was desperate to find that his bloody arrow was directly crushed by the other party, without hurting the other party in the slightest.

There was a sharp pain in his chest, and fragments of blood and internal organs gushed out of his mouth, and Huang Zhonggong fell straight down.

Meng Yuan exhaled slightly, this Huang Zhonggong's martial arts are actually not weak, but his proud kung fu "Seven Strings Invisible Sword" needs to borrow the guqin to play, plus wake up from sleep, there is a bit of a trance, encountering such a terrible opponent as Meng Yuan, of course, defeat is inevitable, and Meng Yuan wants to kill him in three moves and two styles, and he can't make him speak, it is also a little painstaking, if he fights with Feng Qingyang, it is not difficult for him to kill Huang Zhonggong, but to kill so easily, but there is no complete certainty.

Meng Yuan searched in the stone room, and in addition to finding the key, he also collected all the precious music scores and several musical instruments collected by Huang Zhonggong.

After playing some corpse powder on Huang Zhonggong's body, and after his corpse was removed, Meng Yuan lifted the mattress and revealed the entrance below, but it was an iron plate four or five feet square, the weight was not light, Meng Yuan lifted the iron plate, flew down, and saw that it was a tunnel, winding forward, and there was an oil lamp on the wall, emitting a pale yellow light.

After walking a short distance, he saw a stone door with a keyhole on it, Meng Yuan took out the key, tried them one by one, and opened it easily, and not far away, it was another door.

In this way, four or five doors were opened in a row, and it could be judged that they were going all the way down until they came to an iron door with square holes in it, and on top of this iron door, there were four keyholes.

"I forgot about this stubble, but how can such a means be difficult for me." Meng Yuan remembered that the key to this door was kept in the hands of the four friends of Jiangnan respectively, although he got the key to Huang Zhonggong, the key to the other three people, but he never got it.

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