"Uh... I can't do anything that goes against my ancestors. ”

Zhang Tao is embarrassed, he really has never met such a superb as Wu Fatzi, the other party is hob meat at all, and he doesn't care about the constraints of secular etiquette at all, and when he meets the other party, he meets the opponent.

If it weren't for the fact that the secret technique of the [Demon Illustrated Book] could not be taught, he would probably have been unable to parry and surrendered.

"Brother, the rules are dead, people are alive, and it is not impossible for the ancestors' decisions to be violated by chance."

Wu Fatzi was bitter, very hot for the powerful and terrifying pupil technique, in order to get this registration stunt, completely let it out, all kinds of nonsense came out of his mouth, and said: "If you really can't pull your face, then brother, I can introduce my sister to you, then our brother will be a family!" ”

"When you have an heir, you can teach this ancestral secret technique to my eldest nephew, and I will suffer a little bit and steal the teacher for a while..."

At the end, he laughed, happy for his wisdom.

"......" Zhang Tao looked embarrassed, and was speechless for a while when he encountered this superb muddy goods.

"Little Brother Zhang, you are a fat man, his family is a rich and noble family in Xuanzhou!" Some Sky Survey Guards echoed and quipped.

"Yes, don't look at the fat man's fat head and big ears, I heard that his sister is a rare beauty in Xuanzhou!"

There was a bit of a commotion on their side, and the surrounding Sky Survey guards who closed their eyes and recuperated opened their eyes one after another, looking at them with a smile on their faces.

"It's not, Yi Bo Yuntian Wu Fat Man is famous in Xuanzhou!" Someone teased.

"Zhang Tao, don't pay attention to this mess, he is a hob meat, and you can get it when you see a good martial arts secret technique."

Fang Zhibai, who was taciturn, couldn't help but remind at this time: "The last time he said this, I seem to remember saying it to an inner disciple of the Mixed Yuan Sect..."

"Dead face, you don't want which pot to mention, that guy is a liar, I promised him to marry my sister to him, who knew that he would give me a copy of the incomplete exercises."

It's okay not to talk about this matter, but as soon as he said this, Wu Fat Man was so angry that he trembled all over his body, and his appearance was not funny, which made everyone laugh.

All of a sudden, the entire room was filled with a cheerful and relaxing atmosphere.

"Fatty, the exercise you said wouldn't be the [Mixed Yuan Forging Body Skill], right?"

Hearing everyone's conversation, Zhang Tao raised his eyebrows, made an unexpected discovery, looked at the fat man with a concerned face, and asked: "I just said how could you be so kind to give me a copy of the body forging exercises at that time..."

"Hey, hey... At that time, after I got that exercise, I studied it for a while, and found that the cultivation method was a bit troublesome, so I made a favor for you. ”

Fat Wu touched his head embarrassedly, showed an embarrassed smile, and did not forget the pupil technique in his heart, and said: "Brother Zhang, as long as you can teach me the ancestral secret technique, I will really marry my sister to you, and I will never regret it." ”

After speaking, he swore and patted his strong chest to reassure.

"Zhang Tao, don't believe his nonsense, he also promised that to the disciple of the Mixed Yuan Sect like this at that time..."

As soon as the words fell, Fang Zhibai mended the knife in time, exposed his shortcomings, and said: "In the end, because I didn't steal the teacher, I began to unilaterally break the contract." ”

"Fart! That kid is a liar who runs a train with a mouth, saying that he is a peerless palm technique that is not passed on by the master, and he fooled me with a book of cheats that is half broken..."

Wu Fatzi was indignant, and scolded in his mouth: "What I want is the [Mixed Yuan Palm Technique], not any body forging skills!" ”

The more he talked, the more angry he became, blowing his beard and glaring at Fang Zhibai, as if the other party was playing tricks on him, and said: "It's because of that broken forging skill that I turned into this ghost, don't let me meet that bastard again, otherwise I'll let him know why the flowers are so red." ”

"Fatty, you can save your worries, don't humiliate yourself, you can't parry the other party's 'lightning five consecutive palms'." Fang Zhibai showed no mercy and dismantled the platform again.

"Humph!"

Hearing his words, Wu Fatzi snorted coldly directly, and was so angry that he stopped talking, and he didn't even mention the matter of asking Zhang Tao to teach the ancestral pupil technique.

Obviously, he was told that he was autistic by Fang Zhibai's few words.

"It turns out that the second half of this [Mixed Yuan Forging Body Skill] is in the Mixed Yuan Gate..."

Zhang Tao smiled, a light flashed in his eyes, and he got the specific origin of the [Mixed Yuan Forging Body Exercise] from everyone's conversation, he silently kept this information in his heart, and when he had time to go to the Mixed Yuan Gate in the future, he asked for the second half of the body forging technique.

At that time, you will be able to cultivate your body to the realm of 'body like a vajra' that is inviolable by all laws.

"You're done, it's time to act!"

Lin Bufan stood up quietly, walked in front of everyone with an indifferent expression, and gave orders: "You can go to the county government and depose those officials who are plain corpses." ”

With an order, Zhao Gongping, Luo Ren and other Sky Survey guards were like chicken blood, their fighting spirits were high, and they rushed towards the outside of the inn in a rage.

They acted quickly, and they didn't forget to say in their mouths: "Kill demons and eliminate demons, and uphold justice!" ”

Seeing this, Zhang Tao did not fall behind, followed their pace, holding the eight-sided iron sword, the standard weapon of the Sky Survey, and marched menacingly towards the county government in the center of the city.

A cup of tea.

A group of thirty-eight people came to the Yamen of Tianwu Town and County in a hurry.

Under the command of Lin Bufan, Zhao Gongping and Luo Ren each led ten agile Sky Patrol Guards, flew through the walls, blocked all possible exits of the mansion, and cut off the back road to escape in the mansion.

Zhang Tao silently followed Lin Bufan, and broke into the palace in a bright and bright manner, and the official guarding the door saw that it was Lin Bufan, and immediately broke into a cold sweat on his forehead, and he consciously got out of the way, nodding and leading the way in front.

"Lord Qianhu, the inner mansion where the county lord usually does things is in front...", a smiling official explained.

"Did the old fox Xu Jin ever return to the mansion?" Zhang Tao asked first.

He was very jealous of Xu Jin in his heart, worried that the other party would go and return, and that there was any ulterior evidence in the mansion that was not destroyed in time.

"If you go back to the little painting saint, the traitor Xu Jin didn't come back..."

The official secretly glanced up at him, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, obviously recognized his identity, his expression couldn't help but soften, and explained: "However, last night, the file room inexplicably ran into the water and burned most of the household registration information. ”

"The dossier room is running out of water?"

Hearing the voice in his ears, Lin Bufan's eyes lit up, and he said coldly: "Lead the way ahead, go to the file room." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Tao frowned slightly, and found that the fire should be set on fire, in order to destroy some clues or evidence that could not be taken away.

The next moment, everyone hurried to a blackened warehouse where half of the house had collapsed and burned all over the ground.

Lin Bufan didn't say a word, he stood alone on the scorched black ruins, standing with his eyes closed, his palm raised, and a gossip plate out of thin air, his body's qi fluctuated, seriously searching for clues.

"What files are stored in this storeroom?"

Seeing that Lin Bufan showed no signs of interrogation, Zhang Taoyue came to the leading official and asked, "Is there any backup of the information inside?" ”

"The small painting saint, the dossier treasury is generally in the hands of the government clerk Wang, and the small one is a gatekeeper, and the information he knows is really limited."

The official rubbed his hands nervously, his eyes swept over the murderous Sky Survey guards opposite, and looked at Zhang Tao with some embarrassment, among this group of people, only the man in the green shirt in front of him could bring him a little sense of security.

"Then you go and call Wang Wenyi, I have something to ask him."

Zhang Tao's face was calm, and there was a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, which made people inadvertently feel good, and he signaled the other party not to be nervous, as long as he called the relevant personnel of the dossier room, it would be fine.

"There is no demonic aura here, but there is a faint wisp of demonic aura wafting in the air."

At this time, Lin Bufan, who was silent with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and the gossip disk in his hand frequently flashed mysterious runes, and said calmly: "This is the fire set by the remnants of the Demon Gate, the purpose is to cover up some important information, and I don't want us to know." ”

"Oh no, no, Lord Wang is dead, dead on the table in the inner mansion."

At the same time, the panicked shouts of the officials sounded outside the courtyard.

"Damn, slow step, slow step!"

The moment he heard the shouting, Zhang Tao scolded in annoyance, he knew in his heart that he was afraid that the relevant personnel who knew the information of the dossier would be silenced.

Immediately, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he remembered that he had also mastered the Demon Searching Technique, which could spy on the memories of the dead and read some important information.

"Quick, take me to the scene of death!"

didn't have time to think about it, Zhang Tao rushed out of the courtyard with an arrow step, grabbed the wrist of the official and rushed towards the direction of the inner mansion.

He was worried that the death of Wang Wenyi would be too long, which would affect the use of the Divine Search Technique.

Time is of the essence!

"It hurts, it hurts, little painting saint, you tap..."

The moment Zhang Tao grabbed his wrist, the officer's face was swollen like pig's liver, and he screamed in pain, constantly begging for mercy and crying out in pain.

"My lord, what does this kid want to do?"

Looking at the cyan figure that rushed out in a hurry, the Sky Survey Guard of the Demon Slaying Hall frowned slightly, and asked Lin Bufan curiously: "Is he too lawless and doesn't follow discipline?" ”

"It's okay!"

Lin Bufan waved his hand, not caring about Zhang Tao's unauthorized actions at all, and followed with a light step, and said, "Maybe he can find something." ”

After a pause, he added, "I'm very interested in this young man..."

Fortunately, Zhang Tao was not at the scene and didn't hear the last sentence Lin Bufan said, otherwise if he knew that he was interested in him, he would definitely feel chrysanthemum tightness and uncomfortable.

"Lord Wang died in this house!" The officer's face twisted in pain, and he trembled and pointed to a room with the door ajar.

"You're here to watch, I'll go in and see..."

After that, Zhang Tao rushed into the house like a sharp arrow.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw a middle-aged man with round eyes, blood spilling from his mouth, and he was leaning back on a wooden chair, his arms hanging stiffly, and he was obviously dead for a long time.

"I don't know if the [God Search Technique] will work, so let's use a dead horse as a live horse doctor!"

He muttered, looked at the man with round eyes in front of him, and without hesitation, raised his palm to attach it to the other party's heavenly spirit cover, and silently recited the mantra of the search for divine art in his heart, ready to try to search for the other party's memory information.

After all, this person had been dead for a while, and he wasn't sure if the Divine Search Technique would succeed.