As the sun sets, the sky gradually darkens, and the dark night on the banks of the Luoshui River begins to come to an end. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the city of Lincang, the lights are lit up one after another, if you look at the mountains from afar, the lights of thousands of homes are like the stars in the night sky overhead, quiet and peaceful.

Mr. Zheng does not like to be noisy, so his courtyard is far away from the noise of the market, built next to a tributary of Cangshui, adjacent to a bamboo forest, in front of the courtyard is a rugged and winding path, on both sides of the road are green bamboo.

The evening breeze caresses, and the bamboo leaves are shy.

Wang Huanzhi walked out of Zheng Fuzi's courtyard with a heart full of worries, and walked along the path in the direction of Yangwei Dart Bureau.

Because he had just come to discuss with Master Zheng to resolve the conflict between the two dart games during the day, and he was not far away from Lincang City, the old man did not carry the treasure knife that he always kept in his hand on weekdays, but only wore civilian clothes and hurriedly walked on the road.

Wang Huanzhi's skin is tanned by perennial darts, the wrinkles on it are like knife carvings, the gray bun is coiled behind his head, and the long beard hangs down on his chest.

In general, the result of this discussion with Zheng Fuzi did not satisfy Wang Huanzhi, according to his meaning, the world dart bureau is just an outsider from afar, a dragon crossing the river, and his own Yangwei dart bureau is a local, has been conscientious for many years, and finally came to this day, now Lincang City has some money-making affairs, it should all belong to his own Yangwei dart bureau, how can a part of it be handed over to the river dragon?

What's more, this cross-river dragon is not well-intentioned, and has been coveting the prestige dart game!

"Although the old master Zheng Zhengqiu is often praised for his uprightness, he is too impartial and selfless when dealing with all kinds of frictions between the world dart game and our Yangwei dart game, and he is not as pleasing as those who help their relatives and do not help them. Wang Huanzhi sighed and shook his head helplessly.

If this continues, even if he resolutely disagrees with the annexation of the World Dart Bureau, the Yangwei Dart Bureau will close its doors because of the decline of business.

Wang Huanzhi is not unaware of the reputation of the world's dart game. At the beginning, he was just in his twenties, and he was still learning the flame knife technique under the old abbot of the Red Lotus Temple in the north of Lincang City, and when he had not yet broken out of the nickname of "Golden Buddha" on the rivers and lakes, the world dart bureau had already created a prestigious name under the leadership of "Blood Knife" Yu Qing, and the "Blood Knife" Yu Qing's blood god knife was also one of the opponents that Wang Huanzhi was most eager to challenge when he was young.

Wang Huanzhi knew in his heart that thirty years ago, or even twenty years ago, if the world dart bureau found him to negotiate the merger of the dart game, he would definitely agree without hesitation, and was very pleased to become a dart master under the old master "blood knife" Yu Qing. But now, I have spent too much effort on the game of darts......

Wang Huanzhi silently thought about the future fate of the Yangwei Dart Game in his heart, and only felt that the sorrow came from it, and he had mixed feelings.

How unwilling to give it up!

A gust of evening breeze blew gently, Wang Huanzhi suddenly stopped, a pair of deep eyes looked into the depths of the green bamboo, and a trace of essence flashed in his pupils: "Who is it?"

With a loud shout, Wang Huanzhi took half a step back, crossed his hands in front of him one after the other, arched his body, and prepared a defensive posture.

He could hear clearly just now, there was the sound of footsteps stepping on dead branches in the bamboo forest, and there were no large beasts near Lincang, so there were definitely people hiding inside!

Someone in ambush?

Could it be that he is a person in the world's dart game?

Because he didn't want to give up the dart game to others, he came to ambush himself?

Because the treasure knife was not brought with him, the old man Wang Huanzhi's heart was a little uneasy, and the blade had not left his body for many years, almost like his third hand, but at this time his hands were empty, as if he had no support.

"Who's in there?"

There was silence all around.

Except for the sound of the evening breeze blowing the green bamboo, there was no movement.

Wang Huanzhi's heart slowly sank, and the sense of smell brought by decades of walking in the rivers and lakes made him feel a trace of danger.

He became famous for his knife skills, but he didn't bring a knife, and he had already lost his hand, but fortunately, he still had the hard skill of beating for decades "iron cloth shirt" as a reliance......

"Who is Your Excellency, why do you want to hide and hide! The old man is unarmed at this time, don't you dare to come out to see him?" Wang Huanzhi deliberately used words to provoke the general, and the other party hid in the shadows It was very unfavorable to him, and he wanted to use words to induce the other party to come out of the bamboo forest.

However, a few breaths passed, and there was still silence all around.

The other party is very patient......

Wang Huanzhi frowned, his heart moved slightly, and he began to slowly retreat.

This path is very long, and it takes half a cup of tea to go out, but it is closer to the courtyard of Zheng Fuzi. As long as he retreats to the vicinity of the small courtyard, he can call Master Zheng to come out to help, he is the same as himself is a famous master of the Sanyuan Realm on the "Dragon and Snake List", and it must not be difficult to repel the opponent with the two of them.

Wang Huanzhi made up his mind and began to speed up and retreat.

At that moment, a light lit up in the darkness!

It is like a bright moon in the long night, suddenly shining and dazzling!

"That's ......"

Wang Huanzhi's eyes flashed by the light, and he was shocked, and subconsciously wanted to block the light that came directly with his hand.

However, it was too late.

In that bright light, there was a person, as if stepping on the moonlight, stabbed a sword with a shocking force!

Wang Huanzhi's eyes were full of the figure that was as clear as the moon, and in the face of this god-like sword, there was no way to retreat, no way to stop!

The light and sword came in an instant, easily penetrating the iron cloth shirt that Wang Huanzhi had been polishing for decades, and also penetrating his chest!

Blood oozed from the old man's mouth, and he only looked at the figure wearing a golden mask in the light, and said with difficulty:

"A sword is terrifying...... You are...... Kudzu ......"

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

Jiang Bai felt as if his head was rusted.

The meridians, the meridians, and even the Sun meridians, all the places where the divine consciousness can follow, seem to be blocked by something, and it is very difficult to pass through the slightest.

In particular, the location of the Upper Dantian Nipill Palace, according to the "Gengjin Divine Finger" mental chapter, there should have been a pond composed of divine consciousness, surrounded by a line of divine consciousness running veins, following the whole body. As the cultivation deepens, the pond will gradually turn into a small stream, a big river, and an ocean......

However, Jiang Bai's Mud Pill Palace at this time was like a house sealed all around, with no doors and windows, not even an outlet for ventilation, and the pond composed of divine consciousness was sealed in the house, and there was no way out, so there was no way to control the perception.

"This sealed room should be my three-eyed toad......

Jiang Bai sat in the corner of the cabin, unconscious, not knowing the time, just blindly repeating the cultivation content of the "Gengjin Divine Finger" about opening up the upper dantian.

The countless repetitions made the "water" in the Jiang Bai Mud Pill Palace a little more, but as the pond grew larger, the sealed house also became larger, and it was not overwhelmed by the extra divine sense.

Jiang Bai sighed silently.

I don't know when I can regain my senses!

If you only lose your sight and hearing, you can lose your sense of smell and taste, how can you eat all the food in the world......