Sweat was raining, but Jin Si didn't dare to wipe it, he lowered his head and kept arguing, "Master, master, that's not what I meant, I didn't say that, this ....." Speaking of which, Jin Si has nothing more to say. At this point, if the evil god on the other side didn't have sufficient evidence, would he be able to come to the Hall of Flames?

Now Jin Si is looking forward to the arrest coming soon, even if he is arrested, in front of this evil god, he is about to collapse. Since Jin Si entered the society, the original most hated "strip @ son", now, in his heart, has caught up with the Bodhisattva who saves the suffering.

Wang Heng didn't say anything to Jin Sifei, today he came to smash the field and seek justice, so it's useless to say more. Two steps came to Jin Si's side, in his frightened stumbling words. Both hands pulled Jin Si's right arm, and his left knee was raised violently, with a "click", and Jin Si's right arm was broken into two in the scream. At a right angle of ninety degrees, it was so miserable to announce that Jin Si's right arm was abolished.

Looking at Wang Heng's expressionless face, Wu Chong poked his teeth beside him, "This Hengzi is not yet seventeen, he is so cold-blooded and decisive, breaking an arm is like folding a pencil." When I was that old, although I dared to fight and kill, I really couldn't treat a captive person like this. ”

The whole fight, Wu Chong saw it from beginning to end, without pulling it at all. What Wang Heng's cultivation is, he knows it clearly, or he wouldn't follow.

From the management of the three mountains, to the final palm splitting bantam tiger. Wu Chong clearly saw that the two opponents were the hard hands of the Xuan Duan Intermediate level. Even if he ends up on his own, he may not play much better than Wang Heng.

Although Wang Heng is also a cultivator at the intermediate level of the Xuan Duan, after all, he is a fledgling and lacks experience in fighting, and the opponent is an old Jianghu who has been in the intermediate level of the Xuan Duan for many years, especially with one enemy and two enemies, he can still win, which cannot but be said to be a miracle.

Wang Heng looked at Jin Si coldly, and his eyes swept towards the intact left arm.

Feeling the cold gaze, Jin Si's original miserable howl of killing pigs stopped, and the fear of the tide instantly filled his heart, and the upper and lower sausage-like lips trembled and shouted: "Master, master, wait, wait, I have something to apologize, don't do it, don't do it......"

Hearing Jin Si's shout, Wang Heng let out a slightly interested "um" and looked at the fat face in front of him lightly.

Jin Si was sweating profusely and shouted to the horse boy beside him: "Lao Jiu, go to my office, bring the long box on the top of my cabinet, go quickly." ”

Amid Jin Si's hysterical shouts, a middle-aged man hurriedly ran to the third floor and ran back again, handing over a long purple box with a dragon-shaped carving.

Wang Heng took it casually, gently lifted the box with his hand, and a long knife with a sheath appeared. The kid casually glanced at the sheathed long knife and looked at Jin Si with a scrutinizing eye.

Jin Si's sweaty fat face piled up a flattering smile, "Master, this is a treasure knife that I got by accident, don't you say that it is a treasure knife for heroes, today I will give the treasure knife to the master, and I hope that the master will be under him." ”

Gently rubbing the scabbard with his fingers, feeling the convex and concave feeling of the relief on his fingers, the trace of electric energy in Wang Heng's dantian actually had a slight sense of beating, and he wanted to get close to this long knife with a sheath.

Electric energy, that is the strange existence produced by Wang Heng after being struck by lightning, can actually produce a beating after touching the sheath long knife, which shows that it must be extraordinary.

Thinking of this, Wang Heng couldn't deny glancing at the people in the Flame Hall in front of him, and turned around and left in Jin Si's eager eyes.

Looking at the disappearance of the evil god, the sharp pain in the right arm of the Golden Four Ninja, he turned his head slightly to Lao Jiu and said, "Send a message to the boss immediately, just say that the treasure knife has been snatched away." Then he whispered to himself: "Little bastard, see how you face the pursuit of the Black Water Gate?"

After returning to Wang's house, in Yuanyuan's concerned eyes, Wang Heng briefly talked about the fight that happened in the Flame Hall.

After listening to the narration, Wang Yongqing pondered for a while and said, "Hengzi, the background of the Flame Hall is quite complicated, otherwise it wouldn't have existed for so long. You may not know that the boss of the Hall of Flames is nominally Jin Si, but the real behind the scenes is the top force in the rivers and lakes, Heishuimen. ”

"Black Water Gate?" Wang Heng muttered with a little confusion, and then asked, "Uncle, is it the Black Water Gate of the Changbai Mountain Range?"

"Yes, it is the Black Water Gate in the Changbai Mountain. ”

With a slight baring of teeth, Wang Heng's heart sank slightly, Heishuimen, he knows a little bit about it, this sect is a big sect with a long heritage, many masters, strong power, and its head of the sect has reached the perfection of the lot. What's even more terrifying is that there are still elders cultivated by the Heavenly Duan Sect Master in its Elder Hall, which is the top force in the rivers and lakes.

Even so, Wang Heng was just shocked in his heart, and he was not afraid. Wang Heng's mentor is not a simple person, but a well-known Tianlong Daoist in the rivers and lakes, a Tianduan Grandmaster with strong strength and strong background, born in the Tianlong Hall in the south of Great Xia.

The South Heavenly Dragon, the North Black Water, the East Hall and the West Cliff dominate the Quartet. This proverb in the rivers and lakes refers to the four strong rivers and lakes that existed in the Great Xia Dynasty: Tianlong Hall, Black Water Gate, Flame Palace, and Broken Love Cliff, each of which has one side of its sphere of influence, and the other sects are more or less inextricably linked with these four gangs.

In today's rivers and lakes, the cultivation of martial artists is divided into four levels, namely the so-called heaven, earth, Xuan, and Huang. Huang Duan is an ordinary martial artist, Xuan Duan is the backbone, and when he arrives at the lot, he becomes a first-class master and can dominate one side. As for the Heavenly Section, it was the position of the top Grandmaster, and the number was extremely rare, and there were only a handful of huge forces like the four powerhouses of the rivers and lakes.

After chatting with the Wang family for a while, Wang Heng returned to the guest room, walked to a desk, and with a gentle wave of his hand, he took out the sheathed treasure knife from the storage ring, and even released the Tiens Dog Lightning in the storage ring.

Storage ring, the top treasure in the rivers and lakes, can store items with a space of ten cubic meters. Under normal circumstances, the storage ring cannot store living creatures, but the Tiens Dog is an exception, I don't know if it is its own relationship with ancient blood, or the strange origin produced by thunder and lightning, the little guy can enter the storage ring.

Wang Heng slowly rubbed the scabbard carved with a dragon-shaped pattern with his hand, held the handle with his right hand, and gently pulled it, and a cold light rushed out of the sky, shining and cold, and the temperature of the room dropped by two degrees in an instant. This is a short, long-edged knife, 99 centimeters long, 33 centimeters wide, with a thick back and a thin blade, like steel but not steel, with a dark golden handle, non-gold and non-copper, and an unknown kind of silk wrapped on it, which makes the originally cold and unusually cold handle extremely warm.