"Anping, change clothes, carry a knife, and go kidnapping!"

"Ahh

An Ping, who was already going to waste his brain, fell into a short circuit after listening to Chen Anzhi's words.

Why can't he understand the conversation between the senior brother and the master?

"You will understand in the future, now according to your senior brother's words, change your clothes and carry a knife, and follow the teacher to the knife man!"

A pot of warm wine was in his stomach, and Confucius was full of red light, standing like a god.

"Anping, Senior Brother Xin!"

After Chen Anzhi pinched An Ping's shoulder hard, he flew out like a night owl in the night, and disappeared into the snowy night, without a trace.

"Senior brother has become stronger again!"

As the youngest junior brother, Anping certainly knew Chen Anzhi's strength.

If anyone really believes that the senior brother of Willis Academy, who is the joke of Wangcheng, is really a weak scholar who is powerless, it is a big mistake.

Because secretly, his nine-turn flying knife is named the Night Wheel King.

He can't even take a move!

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"I XX..."

Standing on the wall of the Zhangjiawu Pavilion, Chen Anzhi couldn't help but cry evilly.

Because the snare drum sounded suddenly, the strong people and business gentry in the city of Dewang were panicked.

At this moment, the entire Zhangjia Martial Arts Hall was brightly lit, and the vicious dogs of the major rivers and lakes that it had gathered had already stood on guard for the enemy, ready to deal with this sudden and unknown state of affairs and save their lives.

He stood on the wall dressed in black, and under this "daylight", he was conspicuous and abnormal.

"The Man in Black in Wangcheng?"

Chen Anzhi, who was dressed in conspicuous black, was ridiculed by Zhang Dashan.

"Yes and what, and what is not?"

Feeling that Chen Anzhi, who had been locked by the lackey aura of the 108 Zhangjia Martial Arts Pavilion, responded fearlessly.

Among the 108 people, except for Zhang Dashan, who is the sixth grade of dark energy, the rest are only the level of internal and external strength.

In the eyes of him, a martial artist of the innate realm, they were all a group of small minions.

"The power of the black-clothed man in Wangcheng, my old Zhang has been teaching for nine years.

They all say that Willis College may be the background of the merchant department, but I never care.

My master and I have been drinking for nine years, and we have no true feelings and friendships.

Chen Anzhi, do you really want to kill the old man? ”

Zhang Dashan, who was full of flesh, became angry, and directly broke through Chen Anzhi's bottom line with one word.

Damn, he came in a hurry, and he forgot to shrink his bones and disguise, and he was seen through the bottom of it at once.

You must know that he has been drinking with Confucius and Zhang Dashan for nine years, and even Zhang Dashan can easily smell his fart.

"Dashan, leave Qinglu, disperse the 108 generals in the martial arts hall, you go."

When Chen Anzhi was still thinking about how to solve this embarrassment, Confucius floated over the wall in a white robe and responded for Chen Anzhi.

"Good!"

With a crisp sound, the figures in the Zhangjiawu Hall kept flashing, and there was no noise from beginning to end.

is only half a pillar of incense, and in the huge courtyard of the entire Zhangjiawu Pavilion, there is only the girl who is scattered in the snowflakes and cold wind.

And this, I was stunned again.

......

"You?"

Falling into the courtyard, facing Li Qingcong with a worried face, Chen Anzhi didn't know how to say it, but he was inexplicably happy in his heart.

This girl is really lovely and turbulent.

"Bang!"

When Chen Anzhi was still stunned, Confucius stepped forward with a hammer and directly stunned Li Qingcong, and then with a squint, Anping on the side obediently stepped forward to carry her, and then another torch fell into Chen Anzhi's hands.

"What?"

Chen Anzhi was surprised.

"It's burning!"

Confucius's emotionless words made Chen Anzhi's scalp tense, so he could only do as he said.

The master is cold-eyed and can't ask the reason, this is the impression that has been deeply imprinted in the bones for nine years.

So, in an instant, the entire Zhangjiawu Museum, which is famous in Wangcheng County, ignited a monstrous fire.

Three days later, the news that all the members of the Zhangjiawu Hall were killed in the sea of fire on a snowy night and that no one was spared reached Tiannan County.

Because of its number of deaths and tragic deaths, it was the first major murder in Tiannan in nine years, which instantly swept the entire Tiannan County, causing an uproar.

And the master in Willis Academy, who cherished words like gold, took Chen Anzhi and Anping with him, and also cried in front of the ruins of the Zhangjia Martial Arts Hall during the three-day festival, and choked up several times.

In the end, he wrote a 3,000-word article with ink and enthusiasm to mourn his deceased good drinking friend.

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"108 masters of the rivers and lakes can all be burned to death, without exception.

Do you believe it? ”

In the prison of the Tiannan County City Merchant Division, a black-clothed cool official asked the people around him after whipping one person to death.

He is the chief of supervision of the Tiannan County Commercial Officials Division, and the Great Wei Ku official Lai Junchen.

Unlike Chen An's nine years of secret inspection of Wangcheng, as soon as he entered Tiannan County, he was directly promoted to the government with his eyes, which made the Tiannan County guards extremely jealous and fearful of him.

"My lord, the chief of the Wangcheng merchant department has used the royal card to seize power, and the county army and the officials are already waiting, you see?"

Zhao Tianlai, the assistant secretary, reminded stubbornly.

He felt that at this juncture, he should not do what he thought, but should deal with reality is the key.

"Do you think that among these 108 people, how many old generals of the Heavenly Saint Mansion will there be?

has been laughed at for nine years, but once they seized power on a snowy night, what do they want? ”

Ignoring Zhao Tianlai's reminder, Lai Junchen still followed his own ideas and rhythm, constantly muttering and scrutinizing.

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