In the early morning of the next day, in the hall, Wang Huahu sat on the left side with a pale face, coughing lightly twice from time to time.

Kong Zhu had never seen his third uncle show such weakness.

"Father, mother, our family may encounter some trouble..."

Wang Huahu told the truth what happened last night and advised everyone to stay in the martial arts hall for a few days.

"Don't worry too much, the murderer doesn't know me, let alone where I live. Moreover, now that the martial arts hall has joined forces with the yamen, patrolling day and night, it should be possible to arrest him soon. ”

"However, the murderer is murderous and bloodthirsty, cruel and cunning, although he may not necessarily come to retaliate, but just in case, before the murderer is caught, it is better to be safer in the martial arts hall. ”

After much persuasion, Wang Fushan and Wang Xiumei agreed to move to the martial arts hall with their family.

All of a sudden, the house became empty.

In the afternoon, the family was arranged in the martial arts hall, and they began to busy their own things again.

Kong Zhu was not from the Shenquan Martial Arts Gym, so it was very inconvenient to practice there, so he ran all the way back to the Wang family.

On the small martial arts training ground in the backyard, Kong Yu first practiced the Rolling Stone Fist for most of the hour, and then began to practice the twelve forms of forging the body.

Picking up the jar containing the bitter soup, he raised his head and poured down the small half of the jar.

Then there is the crazy practice, one move and one style, very standard, without the slightest stagnation.

As if the pain that comes with practicing the 12 forms of forging does not exist, over and over again.

Ordinary people practice forging body boxing, but drink a cup of tea bitter yuan soup, and after practicing the twelve forms of forging body, they have to rest for about half an hour before going back to practice the second time.

No one can drink half a jar of bitter yuan soup at a time like him, and the twelve forms of forging the body are practiced over and over again, non-stop.

And this is one of the reasons why he can become stronger so quickly.

Kong Yu was immersed in it, and a cold breath entered his body between his breaths, and the bitter yuan soup was quickly absorbed and digested, becoming the nourishment for his growth.

Before he knew it, it was already dark, and he finally stopped.

At the edge of the martial arts training ground, there were seven empty black jars.

Twisting his body, Kong Yu hit one or two sets of Rolling Stone Fists.

He doesn't punch very fast, and he tries to use his strength well.

The fist brought the whirring wind, and the momentum was very good.

"The fist has a feeling of bulging, I remember the third uncle said that this is a sign of the introduction to Rolling Stone Boxing, the fist can exert the effect of six to seven percent of the body's strength, the small one is eighty percent of the cohesion, and the big one can gather ten percent of the strength of the fist. ”

"No wonder my uncle said before that a peak martial artist with a strength of more than 1,000 catties can smash the tiger's head with a rolling stone fist, but I used more than a dozen punches to kill the tiger at that time. One fist is sand, the other is a hammer, naturally it is different. ”

"However, the object that my uncle said at that time should be a martial artist who is a master of Rolling Stone Fist, who can condense ten percent of his strength in his fist. ”

"Is it possible to condense ten percent of the strength in the fist even without using the Rolling Stone Fist?"

"It's a bit far to think about these now, I want to run if I don't know how to walk, Rolling Stone Fist is a shortcut for people to control the strength of the body, the disadvantage is that it is in accordance with the prescribed way to swing the punch, and it is not easy to simply smash a punch to condense ten percent of the strength. ”

Kong Zhu walked briskly carrying two servings of bitter yuan soup, and there were still many pedestrians on the street, as if he didn't know that dozens of people had died in Liangcheng in the past few days.

...

It's night, it's the end of the month, the moon is thin, but there are thousands of stars dotting the night sky.

On the roof, a black shadow jumped quickly, and only a shallow sound sounded when it landed.

At this moment, a group of catchers walked down the street with torches, and the dark shadow crept quietly on the roof, almost merging with the tiles.

The trappers were gone, and the shadow looked up, revealing its dirty face in the starlight.

Ding Li watched the catchers go away, the scarlet in his eyes flickered, and he reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

The Yamen's catchers are basically people who practice martial arts, and their hearts and blood are much stronger than ordinary people.

"It's a pity that I can barely use my internal strength now, otherwise I wouldn't have to worry so much. ”

Ding Li landed lightly in a small courtyard, kicked the black dog that didn't have time to bark, and touched the room.

After a dozen breaths, Ding Li left with a mouth full of blood, leaving only three corpses in the room with wide eyes and painful faces.

He continued to look for his next target.

Early in the morning, a catcher woke up the county magistrate Chen Guangsheng with a panicked face.

"Hmph! So panicked, the image is lost, I'm not afraid of losing the face of the court, let's say, what happened?"

Chen Guangsheng put on a piece of clothing and walked out and snorted coldly.

"My lord, the murderer has killed again, a whole street, hundreds of lives!"

This catcher is also an old man, but at this moment, his legs are trembling with fright, and he speaks with a trill.

"What!"

Chen Guangsheng was so frightened when he heard this, and sat on the ground with his legs weak.

His face was instantly bloodless, and cold sweat flowed.

The sky fell!

Chen Guangsheng knew that because of his greed for merit with Yu Boxing, things had finally developed to the point of being out of control.

Now, even if he caught the murderer. It is impossible to escape punishment.

...

"The devil is asking for his life!"

"It's too scary, can you stay in this Liang City?"

"How did so many people die?"

"Let's go, let's get out of Liangcheng quickly, there are ghosts making trouble! If we don't leave, maybe we will be the next to die!"

The corpses were covered with white cloths, and the arrested people were quickly moved out and lined up in the streets.

From time to time, the wind blew and lifted the white cloth covering the corpses, revealing a tragic situation.

The catchers were also so frightened that their faces were pale, trembling, and they couldn't walk anymore.

Not to mention the ordinary people who were watching, some of them felt cold when they saw such a corpse, like falling into an ice cellar, and vomited on the spot.

In the crowd, a man and a woman stood leading horses.

Both men and women are not very old, men are in their early twenties, and women look smaller, with goose egg faces, and they are very beautiful.

"Maddened! Cruel!"

Sun Jasmine's face was angry, and her pretty face was full of frost.

"Senior brother, let's catch this murderer and avenge them!"

"Senior sister, don't worry, let's go to the martial arts hall first and complete the task first. Zhao Hao didn't agree immediately.

"Senior brother, the task is not important, someone has committed such evil deeds, it is a good time to be chivalrous and righteous!" Sun Jasmine was dissatisfied with Zhao Hao's answer, and pulled his arm and refused to let go.

"Alas~, you girl, the martial arts hall must know more news than we know, if you want to be chivalrous, you must first understand the situation, and only by knowing yourself and your opponent can you survive a hundred battles. ”

Zhao Hao explained helplessly.

"I'm sorry senior brother, junior sister is wrong to blame you, let's go to the martial arts hall quickly!"

Zhao Hao looked at the impatient Sun Jasmine and sighed in his heart.

Judging from the corpses of these dead people, the murderer must be a demonic person.

People in the Demon Dao cultivate quickly, but they are easily distorted by the exercises, or cruel and murderous, or irrational, and become neither human nor ghostly.

And the people of the Demon Dao, as long as they have a little achievement, they are not easy to deal with.