In the distance in the street.

Liang Zhu, who was walking next to Chen Xuan, was about to speak and stopped, sighing in his heart.

In any case, he did not expect that this morning, the imperial court actually sent a new cloth to mediate the death of the messenger, but he had already heard about it, and not long ago, several secret agents from the imperial court disappeared silently.

He didn't even see any of those spies, so he let people die.

Now there is another open-faced head catcher, but can this suppress the weirdness of Heixuan City?

Seeing that this catcher is young and good-looking, if he dies here, it is really a pity, he is ready to find an opportunity to hint at this Zhao catcher, so that he will retreat.

A group of people carried the body into the yamen.

Before the arrival of the corpse, Chen Xuan had already taken the lead in examining the corpse, and all the wounds of the corpse had toxins spreading, the skin was black, and the blood was condensed, indicating that the monster's palms last night did contain poison.

In addition to this, there is also a trace of yin and evil aura permeating...

Chen Xuan frowned slightly.

This evil aura seems to have the same origin as the mysterious bone obtained from Zuo Muyun?

Could it be that the mysterious skeleton came from the monster from last night?

The more Chen Xuan thinks about it, the more likely it is.

It must have been Han Xiao who killed a monster with his own hands, but before the news could reach the headquarters, it had already been discovered and killed.

Even, even the strongholds outside the city were wiped out by the city lord's mansion.

This can also explain why Han Xiao handed over the things to Zuo Muyun for safekeeping.

But what about Han Xiao?

Is he dead or alive now?

Chen Xuan continued to examine the body, and apart from these two points, nothing else was found.

Not long after, he rushed over, and after saluting Chen Xuan, he also began to check.

After about half an hour's effort, after examining the corpse, he said in a low voice: "Zhao Zhutou, with all due respect, these corpses have strange wounds, and they are filled with evil power, which is sixty percent similar to the death of Lord Qincha, but forty percent different. ”

"Oh, sir, please. ”

Chen Xuan looked at the workman.

"Lord Chincha's corpse is also permeated with a strange evil power, but he is more like he has been killed by some kind of lore, and his human skin has been turned off in an instant. ”

He said.

"What? Turning human skin away in an instant, and this kind of mastery?"

Chen Xuan said strangely.

"The old man can't be sure if there is such a mastery, but according to the autopsy results, it is very likely, and no Gu worms were found in his body, it should not be the Southern Xinjiang Witch Gu. ”

He said.

Chen Xuan's heart surged, nodded slightly, and said, "Okay, are there any other discoveries?"

"That's not it. ”

"Then you go down. ”

After saluting again, he withdrew from the place.

Chen Xuan's brows furrowed slightly.

He had now roughly guessed what was going on.

It must have been the previous Qincha who inadvertently bumped into some secret in the city lord's mansion, so he was slapped with a palm and melted off his skin.

At that time, in order to divert attention, someone secretly hid his body in the Yizhuang outside the city.

But the only thing I don't know now is, who is the killer?

And according to the news, when the Chincha-sama was found, the body was still alive... It's just weird.

Brush!

Suddenly, Chen Xuan appeared a dark cyan light curtain, and one by one he emerged.

Mission: 'Find out the truth about the death of the previous Chincha' completed!

The system is in liquidation!

Liquidation complete!

Reward 380 XP!

Bonus 4 Luck points.

Chen Xuan's face was stunned, and he was secretly happy in his heart.

Sure enough, it was the same as I guessed.

That's the first task?

He couldn't help but be happy, and suddenly remembered something, and said, "By the way, Liang Zhukuai, who was the first person to find the body of Lord Qincha?"

"It's really hard to say, there was a lot of uproar at the time, the whole city knew about it, about a dozen people came to report to the official, if you say who is the first to know, it really can't be said. ”

Liang Yu shook his head quickly.

"Is there anyone living in Yizhuang outside the city?"

"There were still a few years ago, but then it gradually disappeared, my lord, it's almost noon, why don't we find a place to sit down and have a drink or two, and let my subordinates slowly return." ”

Liang Zhu said quickly.

"It's good!"

Chen Xuan nodded.

Just as Liang Yu quickly learned something more.

The two of them walked out of the yamen one after the other.

Liang Zhukuai was brewing words in his heart, preparing what kind of reason he should use for a while to persuade this little Zhao catcher to retreat in spite of the difficulties, he didn't want to see this young and promising little catcher die here in a daze.

After walking for a while, the long street in front suddenly became crowded, and the crowd surged, as if they were watching something.

Liang Zhukuai's face was stunned, and he pulled one of them and asked, "What's going on ahead?"

"The forty-first 'Wudang Little Immortal' Mo Qingshan vs. Wang Qiuyi, the young owner of the eighteen Panshan Mountains in Miaojiang, is a shocking battle that should not be missed. ”

The man said excitedly.

"What?

Liang Zhukuai also had a happy face, and couldn't help tiptoeing to look, but suddenly turned around and smiled: "Zhao Zhutou, that Fang Qiuyi is the young owner of the Eighteen Pan Mountains in Southern Xinjiang, his strength is unfathomable, and he is rare The title of the first master of the young generation in Heixuancheng has always been rare, and Mo Qingshan is even more terrible, he is the descendant disciple of the true martial arts faction of Wudang Mountain today, he went down the mountain a month ago, and he has just made his debut and has climbed to forty-one on the list. ”

"True martial arts. ”

Chen Xuan smiled undiminishedly on his face, and looked ahead with his feet.

"By the way, the young master of the Eighteen Pan Mountains is surnamed Wang?"

Chen Xuan suddenly asked.

"Yes, although he is from southern Xinjiang, since his grandfather's generation, his family has been doing business with the great cadres, learning official dialect, and practicing official etiquette, which is no different from the great cadres. ”

Liang Zhutou smiled: "It's better for us to get closer and take a look first, it can be regarded as a blessing in life to watch the duel of the masters of the human list, and it will be of great benefit to my own martial arts path." ”

"It's fine. ”

Chen Xuan smiled.

The two squeezed through the crowd and walked forward.

The men and lakes who were watching saw someone crowding in, and they wanted to be angry, but suddenly saw that it was a public person, and they reluctantly gave way to a road.

"Fuck, the yamen is great? Beware of dying. ”

Someone scolded in a low voice.

Chen Xuan smiled slightly and ignored it.

Foremost.

In front of a three-storey restaurant, two slender figures are fighting, one is wearing a high crown, a feather coat, a delicate face, holding a white and shining autumn water sword, the other is wearing a brocade robe, a jade belt around his waist, his hair is tied high, and his face is handsome, and he is greeted with a long knife with red light.

Bang Bang!

The two of them are like electricity, constantly colliding.

The two of them had reached a level of power that ordinary people could reach, with a chain of swords and swords, muffled sounds, pops, dents in the air, and the impact of power, and the ground in all directions was not affected in any way.

Many Jianghu guests are dazzled, and they can't tell who is strong and who is weak.

Even many peddlers, pawns, and gang disciples are still secretly wondering.

"These two people fought so calmly, and none of the bricks and stones around them were broken, could it be that they didn't use their internal strength?

They can't see the subtlety, and for a moment they just feel unremarkable.

However, seeing that many masters were all dignified, they couldn't understand it.

Liang Yu quickly squeezed not far away, his eyes were surprised, and said: "What a strange move, mediocre, it doesn't seem to have much strength, is there other subtlety in it?"

"Worthy of fame, these two have reached a subtle level of control over their power, seemingly unremarkable, but in fact there is a dark surge in every blow. ”

Chen Xuan smiled.

"Dark energy?"

Liang Zhukuai and the surrounding Jianghu guests looked at Chen Xuan one after another, and suddenly realized.

"Zhao Zhutou, which of them is weaker and which is stronger?"

Liang Zhukuai asked curiously.

"It looks evenly divided, but in fact, Mo Qingshan is better, if there is no accident, the winner will be known immediately!"

Chen Xuan smiled.

Everyone was amazed and looked into the field again.

Is it really as this head catcher said, the winner will be seen immediately?

Bang Bang Bang!

Suddenly, the sound of gold and iron colliding in the field suddenly rushed rapidly, and sparks burst out.

The two of them who were fighting suddenly became several times faster, and then the long knife in Wang Qiuyi's hand suddenly came out of his hand and rose into the sky.

Everyone shouted.

However, the moment Wang Qiuyi's long knife was taken off, his momentum suddenly soared, his internal strength surged, his robe swelled up, his eyes were sharp, and a palm passed through Mo Qingshan's sword momentum, and it shot straight at him.

Mo Qingshan's long sword didn't have time to change, his sleeves were agitated, the hunting sounded, and his left hand also met it in an instant.

Bang!

The sturdy impact, the palms of the two instantly touched together.

However, the intersection of palm power was the same as before, without causing the slightest powerful fluctuation, and the dark energy was surging, shaking the sleeves of the two of them to fly piece by piece.

Suddenly, Wang Qiuyi's body shook, and he retreated backwards in an instant, kicking and kicking, and retreated seven or eight steps in a row before finally stopping, leaving a row of dense footprints on the ground, cracks filled, and the ground trembled.

But when he was going backwards, he channeled the residual energy that rushed into his body into the ground, and he could no longer control it as before.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Sure enough, the winner was decided.

Many people looked at Chen Xuan in surprise.

This young head catcher newly sent by the imperial court has really extraordinary eyesight, could it be that he is also a master comparable to the human list?

Liang Zhutou looked at Chen Xuan in amazement and said, "Zhao Zhutou is really extraordinary. ”

Chen Xuan smiled slightly.

If you want to re-establish the prestige of the imperial court, you have to do more, what is this?

"The little fairy of Wudang is worthy of his name, the wonder of the palm is unparalleled in the world, Wang is ashamed and invincible, admire and admire. ”

Wang Qiuyi sighed.

Mo Qingshan is in his early twenties, with a high crown and a smile, "Brother Wang's eighteen knives and open the heavens and the earth are also very extraordinary, Mo has done his best, if Wang Shaoxia's internal strength is one step deeper, it will be even more extraordinary." ”

Suddenly, he looked at the crowd around him and said loudly, "I wonder which friend still has advice?"

There was a sudden silence in all directions, the young masters looked at each other, not daring to fight, and the older characters also rolled up their beards, thinking silently, but they were thinking about their identities and didn't want to end rashly.

3rd Floor Location.

A private room facing the window.

A young man in a white robe looked strange and was eager to try it, ready to jump down from the window.

Behind him, an old servant quietly followed, and said: "Mo Qingshan has been accumulating qi for sixty-three years, and now he is the seventh level of the Tongmai, mastering the true martial arts, and if the young master fights, he is only fifty percent sure." ”

The man in white frowned and hesitated.

Fifty percent?

That's still not high.

That's when it happened.

A voice rang out below, "I'll try." ”

Everyone turned their heads in amazement.

I saw a small catcher wearing a black and red standard uniform, smiling continuously, pure and natural, with an official knife hanging from his waist, coming out of the crowd.

Liang Zhukuai's eyes widened instantly.

Zhao catches the head of him···

He wants to challenge the little fairy of Wudang?