Dart masters who have been walking darts all year round are naturally extremely quick to recognize and adapt to dangers. As soon as he heard the word "walking water", he knew that there was a ghost, so he directly picked up the blade and got up. Unlike those who have just become novices, these masters wear clothes and shoes when they go to bed, just lying on the table or leaning on the edge of the bed, and definitely put themselves in a very uncomfortable position. Because once people are comfortable, they will be slack, and lax people often don't live long in this cruel martial arts.

Feng Youwei held the sword in one hand, grabbed it in the air with his left hand, grabbed the box on the bed directly to his left hand, stood in front of him, listened carefully with his ears, and the true yuan spread, feeling the unfamiliar fluctuations.

"Three congenital enlightened ......" then a trace of sweat crossed the corner of his eyebrows, because Feng Youwei also felt two strange fluctuations similar to his own, this is just not hiding his body, revealing his breath in the open, if you add the robber in the dark, I know that this ten thousand taels of gold is really not easy to take.

And there are some good players in the rivers and lakes who can't bear the loneliness and show up one after another, but they can be seen with a clear eye that they are not all the way, but in the eyes of everyone in the dart game, they are all raccoon dogs.

Feng Youwei looked at the window that was broken by the black-clothed masked old man, stepped out, came to the windowsill, carried the true yuan, and a burning feeling spread, and then said: "Heroes, I am the current head of the Changfeng Dart Bureau. Today I specially walked the dart to come, whether it is the right way of the devil, the green forest of the court, my Changfeng dart bureau has never had much to do, so today I also invite all the friends on the road, the heroes of the rivers and lakes, to give me a convenient way. Although the words were kind, the sword in his right hand was not put down, and the true yuan continued to gather the tip of the sword, ready to kill with one blow.

"Mr. Feng's dart head, I'm afraid I don't know what to press!"

A deliberately hoarse voice appeared, and a powerful aura was promising to the wind. The branches of the trees are very fragile in winter, but this man in a black robe and a white face mask still stands tall in the treetops, and there is no need to think about it, this person's skills are by no means simple.

Feng Youwei directly put the sword into the sheath and stood in front of him, but the sword qi was hidden in the scabbard, which would be even more dazzling: "I am a certain dart, I only ask the person who connects the time and place, the money is in place, get up on the road, what is the pressure? ”

"That wind dart head, this dart seems to be ......" The black-robed white-faced man raised his hands from behind his back, and both hands held two extremely threatening air balls: "I don't plan to let it!"

Feng Youwei didn't drag it out at all, he only planned to kill the chickens and make an example of the monkeys, drew his sword vertically, and inserted the scabbard in front of him into the wooden frame, but the blade of the sword was like a dragon roaring out of the scabbard directly, like the power of a big dragon carrying fire from the sky.

The black-robed and white-faced man expected Feng Youwei's hand, and raised his hands above his body, directly against the sword qi that flew sideways: "Extreme Yuan!"

It was accompanied by a crisp sound of branches breaking, which was directly crushed by the huge force and fell to the ground. The dust flew and spread from all around the black robe and white face, and with it came the hot feeling of the dragon-shaped sword qi.

In just an instant, the man was pressed by the sword qi and fell to his knees, and his two arms were slightly bent, as if he couldn't resist it. In a hurry, it is difficult to detect the trick.

And the subordinates on the side who are two steps know that if it is a blow to kill, it will play a deterrent role, and naturally the importance of this dart will go up a level, and there will be many people who will retreat in the face of difficulties, which is definitely not what the lord wants to see.

A sword is full of strength, the sword blade and sword qi surround the scorching true yuan, supplemented by the Heavenly Dragon Sword Duel that Feng Youwei has been cultivating for ten years, if this sword is hard connected, I am afraid that the master of the imperial qi realm will also be injured.

"I'm ......," the black-robed and white-faced man had just spoken, when he heard the sound of two bowstrings. I saw two sharp arrows breaking through the clouds, straight to Feng Youwei, although Feng Youwei made a killing move, but he left a little strength, feeling that someone was hurting people with secret arrows, but he didn't dare to put down the box, only scored a trace of true yuan on the sword, turned into a fire, and burned the two arrows clean. It's not that the wind is cautious, but the sound of breaking the wind, he just listens to the sound for many years and knows that it is a breath-breaking arrow, which was created by the imperial court a long time ago when the Momen was commissioned to fight against the people in the rivers and lakes. So far, there have been thousands of years, and after continuous improvement and progress, there are not a few heroes who are frustrated under the broken arrows, which naturally makes people cautious.

Although only a trace of the true yuan was separated, but the master's life was only in the slightest, in an instant, the black-robed and white-faced man made a decision, the gecko can still break its tail to survive, how can he not give it up? Biting the tip of the tongue and holding it in his mouth, the dantian Zhenyuan spewed out a mouthful of Zhiyang blood, and the Zhenyuan episode had the feeling of burning the true yuan. Although this will stagnate the power for a while, there are basically no other side effects, so it is the best choice. And if not, what awaits him must be a stormy offensive, after all, everyone understands killing chickens and respecting dogs.

The blood briefly broke through the sword qi and fled directly with his back. Seeing that the man escaped for his life, Feng Youwei knew that there were not a few people who were eyeing him, and his own dart masters were all here, but he rashly advanced and fell into the trap, so he did not move and looked left and right. It is true that many people are reluctant to retreat and retreat, these are some beginner martial arts scattered cultivators, gangsters in the rivers and lakes, but there are still many people who withdraw openly and observe secretly.

Feng Youwei had a natural expression on his face, as if he was responsible for everything, but his heart was very dignified, because killing chickens and monkeys did not work, but let that person escape, and he would naturally be despised. And the result of being despised is naturally constant trouble. Darts will naturally encounter a lot of trouble, but those are only a handful, and the trouble of such a group of Jianghu people secretly peeping makes Feng Youwei tricky. Although he is a royal qi, there is at least one fellow practitioner of imperial qi master, and just after the black-robed and white-faced man escaped, that person also knew that Feng Youwei was not easy to deal with, so he closed his breath. After all, the same realm is closed, and it is indeed a little difficult to find it. Especially when you are surrounded by enemies, you can't concentrate on feeling the unnaturalness of the aura nearby.

'Heavenly Martial Arts?' Feng Youwei lowered his head and swept the box in his left hand, and he really seemed to have an answer in his heart: 'Is it that martial arts?'

However, the hesitation in his heart was swept away directly, he was a dart, the dart bureau paid the most attention to integrity, and naturally it was to be handed over to the hands of the Bitter Annihilation Zen Realm on time, no matter what it was, take the dart, and go on.

"Everyone are still not leaving?" Feng Youwei took a sword flower, holding the sword in his backhand, and the sword also emitted a clear sword roar, and at the same time, Zhenyuan also dispersed, and at the same time dispersed the wildfires that burned the inn.

Watching the fire extinguish and people dispersed, many casual cultivators who wanted to pick up cheap ones also left in a huff, leaving only everyone in the dart bureau alone in the dilapidated inn.

"It's really not easy to be promising. After drinking the last sip of tea, the cup was directly frozen by Zhenyuan, and then shattered all over the ground, looking at the distant inn under the mask, Bu Qianhuai was cold: "It's just a temptation, I hope you can see the sun tomorrow!"

As long as the four armor martial arts scriptures are dispersed, it will not be long before it will set off a storm, such a powerful martial arts, the bitter destruction of the Zen realm possessed, is it not the sin of Huaibi? Is there only the bitterness of the Zen realm? Everyone in the world says that there is, and he must have it if he does not have it!