Cui Wei found Spitfire. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This surprised Feihuo very much, because he didn't go to Cui Wei.

Cui Wei said: "The master of the Tang Sect came to the door, but he didn't say anything, let me bring your sword to you!"

Spitfire naturally recognized that it was his sword.

It's called Broken Steel.

Spitfire didn't know why Tang Beiyi did this.

However, in this way, Tang Beiyi's intentions are also obvious.

Let Spitfire not go back to Yangzi County until things settle down.

That's just right for Spitfire.

"Do you need any help from me, your friend named Pony seems to be paying a lot of attention to you?"

Feihuo understood what Cui Wei meant, which meant to let Feihuo decide for himself.

After all, ponies will eventually become enemies, and that's a fact of the truth.

Even if it is a heavenly assassin, there are hurdles to step through.

"Killing" is even such a kind.

Cui Wei has seen many killings, witnessed many killings, and of course has seen them.

Slept all night mercilessly killed the drinking friends who had been together.

The head is rolling, and the morality is not there.

This is the fate of the assassins, and it is also the fate of the rivers and lakes.

I just don't know how determined an assassin boy like Spitfire is to do this.

"Thank you!"

Spitfire only had such a simple thanks, and didn't say too much.

"By the way, I've come back to Jiangdu overnight!"

This news is not good news for Spitfire.

Because this is on the territory of the night, most of them will be ridiculed by the night because of the fact that they were chased by the court and ran all over the ground.

But if you laugh, Spitfire is used to it.

But it's not bad news either.

Because although there is a competitive relationship between the envoys, it is not said that there can be no personal relationship.

The personal relationship between Wushuang and Suye is good, so even if Spitfire inherits Wushuang's position, Suye is more polite than other envoys.

Feihuo's temporary residence is a ruined temple in the northern suburbs of Jiangdu City.

The broken temple was originally dedicated to the Buddha, but this money-worshipping city is not very keen on worshipping the Buddha.

From the white horse of the Han Dynasty to the Buddha of the previous generation, it can be said that Buddhism has become a belief in the Central Plains.

In contrast to the native Taoism, there is also Confucianism, which is preached among those who read and is revered as a sacred text.

The people of Yangzhou, in this era, believe in God.

Wealth.

Even though it is not very far from the city of Jiangdu, it is still dilapidated.

Such a dwelling is one of the best abodes for a helpless wanderer.

The Buddha cannot shine brightly on everyone, but the tiles of the broken temple can shelter a few people from the wind and rain.

In a sense, this can be regarded as the blessing of the Buddha.

Spitfire was glad that such a place was the right place for him.

He took out the Broken Steel Sword.

Although under the resentment, he comprehended two lame swordsmanship, but he could not use this sword as his main weapon.

After all, swordsmanship is vast and profound, and it cannot be learned in a while.

In addition to their own talents, they must also have famous teachers.

But Wushuang didn't teach Flying Fire swordsmanship, and Flying Fire didn't learn swordsmanship.

Wei Yan came quickly, and his footsteps were among the thirteen envoys, and he could be regarded as a figure who could be ranked in the top few.

And Wei Yan is very strange, he has always used his feet to drive, and his foot strength can even be compared to a fast horse with an expedited speed of eight hundred miles.

When Wei Yan appeared in front of Feihuo, Feihuo was staring at the saber in front of him with some worry.

He learned about the crime from Cui Wei, but he still rushed over.

Wei Yan had already watched Spitfire's jokes many times, and this time he didn't come to see the jokes.

"Good sword!" People who love weapons naturally have the skills to see through divine weapons at a glance.

"Gloomy iron is the edge, meteorite is the dry, jade is the supplement, the glowing internal qi is gathered in it, if it is used well, it is extremely powerful!"

Feihuo's eyes lit up, and in the face of the night guard, he was a person who could use a sword.

Among the thirteen envoys, there are a few people who are good at using swords, but the one who knows how to use swords the most is Su Ye Wei Yan.

Wei Yan is good at all kinds of swordsmanship, and he has a heavy sword without a blade, and his power is abnormal.

Such a person is undoubtedly the best teacher.

"It's a pity that such a weapon is a bit of a waste in the hands of me, a person who can't use a sword!"

Spitfire deliberately said this in order to provoke Wei Yan.

Wei Yan will not let a good weapon go to waste.

He can't get it himself, and he can't let others use his weapon.

"Boy, do you want me to teach you swordsmanship?"

Wei Yan looks like a reckless man, but he is not a reckless man.

"Exactly, please teach me some swordsmanship, and let this divine weapon make the most of it!"

Wei Yan agreed without thinking, but he had one condition.

"If you die, your weapons will be mine!"

This condition is not excessive, and even makes Spitfire pick up a big bargain.

"Sleepy night guard, sword without edge, strange behavior, superb martial arts!"

Wushuang has a lot of disdain for the envoys in the organization, but he has a lot of respect for this strange night guard.

Not because of Wei Yan's force, but because of Wei Yan's weirdness.

The smell of the same smell is such a saying.

Wushuang likes women, likes to drink, and likes to beat people.

Wei Yan likes weapons, likes to drink, and likes to kill.

In a sense, their preferences should be the same.

That's why Wei Yan was willing to teach Flying Fire Swordsmanship.

But this swordsmanship is not so easy to learn.

"You can show me the foundation of swordsmanship you learned before!"

Spitfire pulled out his long sword, his saber breaking steel, still a little heavy, but he hadn't forgotten the previous two moves.

"Born to be separated for a long time, the sword complains of sorrow!"

It was a winding sword, blurry and tactful, thousands of thoughts, he hadn't forgotten, and the volley stabbed out such a sword.

Wei Yan shook his head and said, "Flashy, although it has the intention of confusing the enemy, but in the face of me, I only need a sword to take your life!"

Wei Yan is telling the truth, a newcomer like Feihuo, swordsmanship is simply all loopholes in his opinion, and it is impossible to see.

Spitfire continued to wield its heavy sword, this time with a sword technique that penetrated deep into the enemy.

"Although there is no regret in death, where can I return to my heart!"

He spun his body, and the sword technique was like a windmill spinning in the midst of the enemy army, instilling determination and perseverance into the sword technique, blooming.

"Dead?" Wei Yan just smiled coldly.

"Isn't it a wrong choice to let you go deep into the enemy, you went in, and you didn't think of coming out?"

Wei Yan opened the gourd he was carrying, took a sip of the spirits, and then said:

"Go deep into the enemy line, of course, you have to be fearless, but what I want is to live!"

"Kill one person in ten steps, don't leave anything for a thousand miles, and go to hide your merit and fame! Why can't an assassin?"