At a certain moment, after Zhao Dongli blocked Yan Xuetu's boxing with the blade of his knife, he was shocked and couldn't help but sit on the ground.

Yan Xuetu panted and said, "Since your strength is not as good as mine, then let's die!" As he spoke, he was about to kill the killer.

Smack!

Suddenly, a round of applause came.

A middle-aged scribe in Tsing Yi turned out from behind a big tree, this man in Tsing Yi was tall and thin, with a face like jade, although he was nearly middle-aged, he was still very handsome.

Yan Xuetu stopped his movements, frowned, and said, "There are actually outsiders here." Then I'll take care of you first. ”

The middle-aged scribe walked over and said with a smile: "You ugly big man, you actually deserve the nickname 'blood'." His pace seemed to be slow and fast, and he approached the two of them in three or two steps.

Yan Xuetu suddenly felt bad, half of his attention was still on Zhao Dongli, afraid that he would take the opportunity to escape. But unexpectedly, Zhao Dongli didn't run at all because he found a detail.

That was the middle-aged scribe who stepped over, and there were no footprints under his feet.

The legendary snow treading without a trace appeared in front of Zhao Dongli's eyes. If this middle-aged scribe has malicious intentions, he can't run away in Zhao Dongli's state, and if he is kind, then J doesn't have to run.

Yan Xuetu stared at the middle-aged scribe and waited for him, but saw the middle-aged scribe arrive in front of him, stretch out his right hand and grab it forward. Yan Xuetu smiled, clenched his hands into fists, and struck at the wrist and arm of the middle-aged scribe respectively.

But until the two fists were straightened, they didn't touch the body of the middle-aged scribe, and then Yan Xuetu felt a sharp pain in his heart, and he looked down, only to find that the middle-aged scribe's hand, with a bright red thing on the palm, was still beating.

Immediately, Yan Xuetu realized that this was his heart, and he raised his head to the sky and howled, and fell straight down, dying.

In a few moments, blood stained the snow and ground beneath him.

Zhao Dong couldn't help but shrink his body back, originally thinking that the middle-aged scribe would shoot at Yan Xuetu as soon as he appeared, and he was his savior, but he saw that the middle-aged scribe came up and took out Yan Xuetu's heart, which was more vicious than Yan Xuetu, and now his life and death were uncertain.

Zhao Dongli extremely hated this feeling of being a mermaid because of his weak strength.

This feeling is really bad, Zhao Dong smiled bitterly.

The middle-aged scribe threw the heart in his hand casually, carried his hands and carried it again, looked at Zhao Dongli, and said, "Do you want to become stronger?"

Zhao Dongli saw from the tip of his eyes that there was not the slightest trace of blood on the middle-aged scribe's right hand, and he was still puzzled how Yan Xuetu was easily killed just now.

Because he also saw the middle-aged scribe stretching out his hand, in his eyes, the speed of this grasp was not fast, but Yan Xuetu parried with both fists, but he actually missed and hit the air.

Yan Xuetu will not kill himself, it must be a trick used by the middle-aged scribe.

And now, the middle-aged scribe asked, "Do you want to be strong?"

It seems that his life is saved for the time being, as soon as Zhao Dongli's spirit relaxed, he felt that there was no place in his body that was not sore, he slowly stood up and said, "Why can't he parry?"

The middle-aged scribe smiled slightly and patted Zhao Dongli's left shoulder.

Zhao Dongli was nervous in his heart, he was really afraid that the other party would kill him if he didn't agree with him, and it would be really miserable if he was really killed by his heart.

Syllable.

The middle-aged scribe had withdrawn his hand, but Zhao Dongli was stunned.

He obviously saw the middle-aged scribe pat him on the left shoulder, but in the end, his right shoulder was patted, what kind of power is this?

The middle-aged scribe said, "Do you want to learn?"

Zhao Dongli smiled bitterly: "Do I have a choice?"

The middle-aged scribe's eyes revealed a hint of playfulness, and he smiled: "No." ”

Zhao Dongli's smile became even more bitter, and he nodded and said, "I want to learn!" Although I don't know what the origin of this mysterious middle-aged scribe is, I only see the weight of his murderous nature, if Zhao Dongli opposes, he may be killed immediately, so he promised first, and turned back to act when he saw the opportunity.

The middle-aged scribe stretched out his hand, grabbed Zhao Dongli's arm, and said, "Follow me." With that, he drifted down the mountain.

After Zhao Dongli was grabbed by the middle-aged scribe's arm, an internal force gushed out, lifting most of Zhao Dongli's weight, so that Zhao Dongli could step a few feet away with a slight step.

As soon as Zhao Dongli wanted to open his mouth to speak, a cold wind poured straight in, so he closed his mouth and followed the middle-aged scribe.

The two of them walked halfway down the mountain, and after walking half in the direction of Fucheng, they turned into a pine forest, straight through the woods, and after passing through the woods, there was another hill.

The middle-aged scribe took Zhao Dongli into the hills again, and walked for another three hours before he came to a deep valley.

This deep valley is not big, but it is very different from the outside of the deep valley, the outside is snowy, but the deep valley is full of spring, there are many wild grasses and wild flowers, and even some small animals, to the center of the valley, Zhao Dongli saw that there is a small pool with a diameter of three zhang, the pond water is filled with a thin layer of mist, when you walk in, the pool water is flooded with bubbles.

It turned out to be a hot spring, connected to an underground river, so it's no wonder it's so warm in the deep valley.

When he arrived at the hot spring pool, the middle-aged scribe let go of Zhao Dongli's arm, pointed to the hot spring pool and said, "Go in and soak." ”

Zhao Dongli was stunned, but he didn't say much, he walked into the hot spring pool, the pool was not deep, Zhao Dongli stepped on the bottom of the pool, and the water surface was just at his chest.

After soaking for a while, Zhao Dongli found that his whole body was warm, and his injuries were actually better, and he was still a healing hot spring. He quickly lucked his internal force, and with the flow of internal force, with the help of this hot spring, Zhao Dongli's injuries gradually recovered.

When the operation of a big week was completed, Zhao Dongli had already hurried to be fine, and at this time he finally seized the opportunity to ask: "Dare to ask the master's name, what is the name in the rivers and lakes? ”

The middle-aged scribe looked at Zhao Dongli with a smile and said, "My name is Wen Zhenghan, and the people in the rivers and lakes call me 'Blood Killing Xiucai'." ”

Zhao Dong was cold, judging from this name, it was confirmed that this cheap master was not a good person, and he suddenly came out to accept him as an apprentice, there must be some intentions. He buried his doubts in his heart and asked, "I don't know what magic the master has passed on to me?"

Wen Zhenghan raised his head, looked out of the valley, and said lightly: "If you want to practice divine skills, you must first kill." ”

Zhao Dongli was shocked and muttered to himself, "Killing?"

Wen Zhenghan nodded and said, "Not bad." ”

Zhao Dongli asked again: "I don't know what realm the master is?"

............

Zhao Mansion Yanwutang

Patriarch Zhao Tianyan and hall master Zhao Tianxiong both stood in the bedroom with serious expressions, this was Zhao Qingyan's bedroom, his dead body remained the same, his expression was painful, and his body was filthy.

Zhao Tianyan is a middle-aged man, wearing an official uniform, because he is not only the patriarch of the Zhao family, but also the assassin of Liangzhou, he can be described as powerful, majestic and prudent, at this moment his face is pale, his brows are tightly locked, and he is obviously very dissatisfied with the murder in the family.

In the morning, a member of the Yanwutang saw that neither of the two instructors appeared, so they came to check, but found that the two instructors had died tragically in the bedroom, so they ran to report it. This alarmed the current rulers of the Zhao family.

At this moment, an old man came in from outside, he gestured slightly to Zhao Tianyan and Zhao Tianxiong, and said, "Qingyan and Liguo both suffered great pain before they died, but I carefully examined their bodies, but I didn't see any torture. ”

"Qingyan committed suicide by biting his tongue, while Liguo was killed by an external force that shattered his brain. ”

Zhao Tianyan and Zhao Tianxiong were shocked at the same time, and Zhao Tianxiong hurriedly asked again, "Elder Xingtian, can you confirm it?"

It turned out that this old man was an elder of the Zhao family, who was good at autopsy and knew the structure of the human body and its understanding. He felt a little unhappy when Zhao Tianxiong questioned his professional level, so he said: "Tianxiong, you are questioning the old man and think what I said is wrong?"

Zhao Tianyan waved his hand and said, "Elder Xingtian, now is not the time to be vindictive. This matter is very important, and you must know that if the situation is what you say, our Zhao Mansion will be a terrible enemy. ”

Although Zhao Xingtian is usually rebellious, he knows that this matter is very important at this moment, so he nodded cautiously and said: "That's true, I dare to vouch for decades of reputation." ”

Zhao Tianyan and Zhao Tianxiong looked at each other, and both had deep worry in their eyes.

Zhao Tianyan thought for a while and said to Elder Zhao Xingtian, "Trouble Elder Xingtian." Remember to keep it a secret when you go out. ”

Elder Zhao Xingtian nodded and said, "I know, I'll withdraw if it's okay." With that, he departed.

Zhao Tianyan said to Zhao Tianxiong: "Tianxiong, it seems that we are going to meet Xing Sheng." “

Zhao Tianxiong clenched his fists and said, "That's all it can be." ”

He walked out of the bedroom, and there were guards standing outside, Zhao Xueqing was also standing aside, and the patriarch of Zhao Tianyan said to the guards: "You are guarding the two courtyards, and you can't let anyone approach." After speaking, he said to Zhao Xueqing again: "Xueqing, you can come with us too." ”

Zhao Xueqing was still cold and nodded.

When the three of them came out of the martial arts hall, they walked towards the forbidden place of the family, and when they arrived at the door of the fence with the sign of "forbidden land", all the guards saluted and opened the door, and after the three of them entered, they closed the door again.

Inside the wall was a hut, and after the three of them entered, Zhao Tianxiong walked forward, opened the door of the hut, and the three of them walked into the house.

Inside the room sat an old man of about seventy or eighty, with a few wrinkles on his face, sitting cross-legged on a futon with his eyes closed.

When the three entered the house, they all knelt on the ground.

After a stick of incense, the old man still closed his eyes and asked, "What is the matter?"

Zhao Tianyan's voice was solemn, and he said, "Xing Sheng, the two sects of the family Yanwutang were killed, and they were both tortured extremely painfully before they died, but Elder Xingtian said that the two of them did not have any scars on their bodies. ”

The old man turned out to be the grandmaster of the Zhao family, and the people in the rivers and lakes called Zhao Xingsheng.

After hearing Zhao Tianyan's words, the old man slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were like gods who had seen through the world, and he hesitated and said, "There are other grandmasters in the family?"

Zhao Tianyan nodded.

"Refining Qi and transforming gods, confusing the enemy with gods!"