Yang Zhi actually thinks the same way, but Yang Zhi himself does not have a famous teacher to guide him in the palm technique, and his own practice relies on practice to make perfect, Wang Laozhi is a grandmaster-level figure, although it is a rough look, but for details such as the operation of the method, he can still give suggestions, nine strokes of palming, Wang Laozhi talked for two hours. Yang Zhi followed Wang Laozhi's instructions, and once again breathed in luck, and immediately felt that his breath was much calmer than before, although he didn't dare to try his power in the inn, but Yang Zhi himself was a first-class master, and the experience was still something he could experience.

Yang Zhi didn't know how long he had been pondering before he woke up from his luck, the wine and food on the table had been swept away, Wang Laozhi sat on the stool, smiling rather than smiling; Yang Zhi hurriedly bowed and thanked him, Wang Laozhi waved his hand and said: "Originally, I still had the idea of taking you as an apprentice, but now, I feel that there is nothing to teach you, but there is a sentence that says in the front, if I still don't have a mantle heir next time I meet, I can only pass on the kung fu to you, so I can't take it into the coffin." ”

Yang Zhi only smiled bitterly, Wang Laozhi had already gotten up and gone back to the room to rest; Yang Zhi went to call his men to help him boil hot water, and gave him ten cents for consumption. Early the next morning, Wang Laozhi packed his luggage, checked out early and left, Yang Zhi pretended to meet in Pingshui, but just said hello in the aisle; Yang Zhi didn't go out all day, and told his buddy not to disturb, just practice in the room, until it was dark, Yang Zhi left the room and left the inn.

Yang Zhi ate a bowl of noodles on the road, saw that the sky was full of dark clouds, there was no moon and stars, and all the way to the granary of Boluhuo, the grain store was closed, and it was not in the bustling area, and the streets were empty; Yang Zhi went around to a remote street corner, took advantage of the fact that there was no one left and right, put on the coat he had prepared earlier, put on a scarf, and jumped onto the roof.

Yang Zhi walked to the vicinity of the granary, and saw that there were patrolling guards in the courtyard corridor, each team of five people; Yang Zhi's purpose was simple, that is, to make a disturbance, and he did not even think about quietly walking away, and swept to the door of the granary, followed the patrol team, and suddenly killed the last guard with one palm, and grabbed a single knife. The people in front heard the sound and turned around to kill, but Yang Zhi slashed out three times like lightning, cutting off three heads in a row, and the last one was so big in his heart that he forgot to run away and let out a wild scream of the police.

The sound spread far away, shaking every corner of the granary, including the grain store in front, there was the sound of people running; Yang Zhi was startled, he couldn't imagine that the last person was so reckless about life and death, he raised his knife in his hand, slashed the other party, and rushed to the gate of the granary in one breath. The granary is just a heavy wooden door, a general copper lock, the industry of General Boluhuo, and there are masters to guard against it, and it is still relatively sloppy in terms of hardware.

Yang Zhi stabbed twice, cut off the copper lock, kicked open the wooden door and rushed into the granary, there was no one on duty inside, only a pile of grain, like a hill; Yang Zhi made a fire, lit six fires in one breath, and then rushed out of the gate of the granary with a knife. Outside the granary, more than 20 people had already been killed, and Yang Zhi shouted: "Yang Zhi is here." ”

The only plan in front of him was to break through with all his might, Yang Zhi flew with a single knife, broke out of a gap like a withering and decaying, and threw himself into the wing; Yang Zhi was in mid-air, and suddenly felt a spiral force behind him rushing into the air, which was extremely amazing. When Yang Zhi's figure landed on the roof of the wing room, he was still injured by the spiral strength, although Yang Zhiyungong unloaded most of his strength, he still spit out a mouthful of blood uncomfortably, but Yang Zhi did not continue to escape, but suddenly changed direction, turned around and killed with one move, and the single knife sprinkled light in the air, rolling towards the opponent like a tornado.

That person suddenly injured Yang Zhi, and tracked him to the wing room just to stand firm, it was the time when the old force withdrew the new force before it was released; I didn't expect Yang Zhi to be so brave, and when he was injured, he could quickly launch a counterattack, and he didn't have time to retreat at all, so he could only forcibly change his moves, and Yang Zhi would lose both. But what surprised him was that Yang Zhi's speed of the knife was only half of the new spiral energy, and he saw his headless corpse in the air.

As soon as Yang Zhi made a successful move, he immediately took a breath of true anger and forcibly fled, and he heard the people in the granary shouting: "General Fu Shilie is dead." ”

Yang Zhi shook off a few chasing masters, still ran wildly for a while, and then threw the iron knife in his hand on the way, took off his scarf, took off his coat and threw it, forcibly suppressed the strong discomfort in his body, jumped to the flat ground in a no-man's land, and then walked into the street as fast as he could, blending into the crowd. Hua Penggong saved Yang Zhi, once Yang Zhi's pace stabilized, he could walk and exercise at the same time, and the healing effect was a little worse, but Yang Zhi could feel that his internal breath would destroy the spiral energy that was running into his body and wandering around little by little.

Yang Zhi was relieved, he was seriously injured, but it was quite troublesome to deal with, but now there is no need to worry at all, just walk to the inn by himself, and the injury is probably half better. That Fu Shilie's martial arts experience is first-class, I don't know how many such masters there are in the Jin Kingdom, but fortunately, he was killed by himself with a knife, and he earned it today; Yang Zhi turned around, and he could already see the sky-rushing fire on the side of the granary, reflecting the sky red.

The drum of the curfew sounded, and the pedestrians ran towards their homes, and there was only half an hour from the beginning of the drum to the end of the drum, and if anyone stayed on the street at this time, it would become the object of suspicion of the Jin soldiers; Yang Zhi quickened his pace, and returned to the inn in less than a stick of incense, and the man asked nervously: "Guest officer, what happened? Today's curfew time can be two hours earlier." ”

Yang Zhi's face did not change: "Who knows, as soon as I heard the sound of drums and saw the pedestrians on the street start to run, I walked back, fortunately, it was not far away, and the time for a stick of incense came." ”

Soon after the curfew drums ended, Li Zheng took Jin Bing to inspect and called out all the guests, without asking the origin, just aiming at the portrait to see if it was a wanted person; Yang Zhi stood in the innermost, looking too far apart in age and appearance, and there was no injury, Jin Bing didn't care at all, and quickly left. General Boluhuo's people said that Yang Zhi was injured, so the above means that the speed should be fast, and strive to catch someone before Yang Zhi was injured.

In front of the granary, under the reflection of the smoke of the fire, Bo Lu Huo's face was extremely hideous, Su Shilie is the favorite general of Wanyan Aguta, and A Xihan is in charge of the livestock of the inner part of the country, providing tens of thousands of good horses for the Jin army every year, this time I came to investigate my case, but I didn't expect to be killed like this.

(End of chapter)