Ignoring the wolf lining the house and the bloody wounds on his back, Wang Zhong carefully picked up the short sword, took it in his hand and weighed it: "The legendary flying sword jumping pill, Red Line Niang, Nie Yinniang is first-class, if it happens, it will not be in vain for my many years of hard work, and there is still hope." ”

Since ancient times, there is no basis for immortality! Immortality is a legend, as if no one has seen it with their own eyes, although Wang Zhong is firm in his heart and has been pursuing this road, but in the end there is hope, there is still darkness ahead. Now with the sudden flying sword assassination, Wang Zhong's heart seemed to flash a thunderbolt, cutting through the pitch-black sky and illuminating the path in his heart.

The three girls all heard no movement, and they all came out of the bathroom, Lu Na saw Wang Zhong taking this flying sword, his back was bloody, and he smiled brightly, and he didn't hit the crisis management department: "Bleeding to death you!" Then, leaning up again, looking at this bright and brilliant flying sword: "It has been polluted and has lost its effect!"

Zhang Yanran, Tong Ling and Tong Ling are not as generous as Lu Na after all, and they have not been together with Wang Zhong for a long time, and what happened just now is simply too embarrassing, especially Zhang Yanran, whose white and tender face is as red as if a layer of cinnabar has been smeared. But both of them were also curious and came up to watch. Lu Na went to find gauze and wrapped Wang Zhong's wounds.

"You check it for me now. Wang Zhong's eyes narrowed, flashing green: "Look at who that Li Weiwu is with." "Although Lu Na is usually not obvious, Wang Zhong knows that her ability is still quite great, and it is very easy to find a person with a name and surname.

These days, I have been practicing martial arts, and I haven't had any trouble, so I went out today, and I felt the crisis, Wang Zhong had no distractions, and everything that happened was very clear, and he immediately decided that it was related to Li Weiwu. And that day, Li Weiwu used Shen Kung Fu, which was mysterious and secretive, and there was obviously a problem with the way he came. As soon as these two things were combined, Wang Zhong was even more affirmed.

"Check it now, otherwise I'm afraid it's too late, such a person, say whatever you say, you have to see it. ”

Seeing Wang Zhong's tone, as if he was ordering, Lu Na couldn't help but open her apricot eyes: "Oh, what tone do you have, do you want to die!" Li Weiwu is not a mysterious person, he has a name, a surname, and a file, which is very easy to check.

Sure enough, before noon the next day, Lu Na found out very detailed information, and even the eighteenth generation of the other party's ancestors came out: "This person also likes martial arts, and once worshipped a Taoist priest named Jia Yefeng as a teacher in Qingcheng Mountain. ”

After asking how old the Taoist priest named Jia Yefeng was, Wang Zhong nodded: "There is no doubt! I will go to Hexi to see that Jia Yefeng now, do you want to go with me?"

"Nonsense!" Lu Na snorted through her nose, and as if she was juggling, she took out two silver-white pistols, which were extremely small and small: "Pick it up!

"This time it's not to go to Xingshi to ask for guilt!" Wang Zhong wrapped the flying sword in a cloth, squinted his eyes and thought for a while, but still took one of them and put it in his pocket.

Jia Yefeng was walking around in the Taoist temple at this time, like an ant on a hot pot, and he was simply restless: "Red Dragon, why did I forget the red dragon, retribution, it can be seen that it is retribution!" Stamped his feet vigorously, his eyes were bloodshot, and he gasped. "No matter what, forty years of hard work cannot be destroyed, no matter what, the sword must be brought back. "Rushing out with his feet on the ground.

It turned out that last night Jia Yefeng went out to see Wang Zhong's breath according to Zhou Huanwen's arrangement, and when he came back, he went all out to make a flying sword twenty miles away, but because the distance was too far, Cāo could not control it easily, and he needed to concentrate on it, so that Wang Zhong relied on his body to flexibly dodge many swords, and finally let the red dragon defile and break the aura.

If it is within a few tens of zhang, as soon as the white light passes, Wang Zhong's martial arts will not be able to dodge in Gaoqiang.

Jia Yefeng was rushing to the door of the Taoist temple, and the sparse pilgrims outside were coming in and out of the main hall.

"You are Jia Yefeng!" Wang Zhong and Lu Na went up the mountain, and saw a person rushing out of the side hall next to him, Wang Zhong was very thoughtful, and he was deeply impressed yesterday, and he recognized at a glance that it was the person who was with Li Weiwu on the street yesterday, needless to say, it was Jia Yefeng.

Jia Yefeng was originally a bad one, he capsized in the ditch, practiced hard for forty years, I don't know how much effort it took to lose the flying sword, and he was about to go out and find a way to get it back, where did he know that the other party's ability was so great, and it only took one night to find the door!

Seeing the thing wrapped in cloth in Wang Zhong's hand, Jia Yefeng's eyes suddenly lit up, and as soon as he grabbed it, he was about to seize it without saying a word.

With a retraction of his hand, he hid the sword behind him, Wang Zhong's legs, a horse step, his right hand turned into a circle, and he struck out with a hula, the strong wind swayed, and Jia Yefeng couldn't breathe.

Jia Yefeng finally sat quietly, breathing and refining his sword, and his body was generally inactive. Although the kung fu of the fists and feet is not weak, how can it be compared to Wang Zhong's ten years of hard training, and his body is not as good as Wang Zhong's young and strong body.

The person who refines the sword, the kung fu is all on one sword, one sword in hand, and the ten Wang Zhong are not opponents, but now, they are a little stretched. Bang! The two palms were facing each other, Jia Yefeng only felt a hot pain, and his wrists were about to break, if it weren't for the real strength that he relied on for decades of breathing and breathing to make the other party scruples, now his wrists are afraid that they will also be abolished.

Wang Zhong turned his palm into a claw, and grabbed Jia Yefeng, Jia Yefeng endured the pain, jumped backwards, and entered the courtyard, and was about to close the door, but Wang Zhong grabbed a hole in the red lacquered wooden door, and sawdust flew. Wang Zhong and Lu Na had already rushed in, one after the other, blocking Jia Yefeng.

Long Youqian was teased by shrimp, and Tiger fell to Pingyang and was bullied by dogs. What are you going to do with me?" Jia Yefeng couldn't help but turn his heart sideways when he saw Wang Zhong's fierce and fierce shot: "It's not that the boat capsized in the ditch, it's useless to come ten more! How did you find here?"

Lu Na sneered: "What kind of society is it now, it's not easy to find you?"

Wang Zhong waved his hand and shook the cloth away, revealing Jia Yefeng's platinum short sword, Jia Yefeng's eyes lit up again, and just about to step forward, Lu Na took out the gun, Jia Yefeng trembled, muttered a few steps back, his chest rose and fell, and his breathing became short.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just here to ask you for advice today!" Wang Zhong stared at Jia Yefeng for a long time, and combined with the fight just now, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"Ask for advice, what do you want from me?" Jia Yefeng was stunned.

"Go in and talk to you!" Wang Zhong sighed, Jia Yefeng saw that Wang Zhong didn't seem to have come to ask about the crime, so he had to be full of suspicions, and took the two of them into the quiet room, and as soon as he sat down, Wang Zhong asked about the general process of the Flying Sword cultivation.

Jia Yefeng's flying sword was tainted, he was really a tiger who had lost his minions, so he had to answer 1510.

"I see, it's also a foreign object that doesn't practice life!" After listening to Jia Yefeng's explanation, Wang Zhong understood a general idea. I suddenly felt disappointed in my heart, the legendary way of the flying sword could not help me, but was an obstacle. "Although the power is huge and the sharp is abnormal, it is not the root of pondering life, and it is not easy to waste a limited amount of light. If there are hundreds of people's light yīn, they can practice it. ”

"I don't know how to do it, the cultivation of swordsmanship is wasted at the root of life, but one is passed down by the master, and the other is that there are roots to be found in practicing jīng qi, and the legendary god of refining qi can be described as ethereal, I don't know whether it is true or false, even if it is the highest state of refining jīng qi, through the twelve canons, eight veins, ordinary people, exhaustive can not be reached. Why waste your hard work on such a vain thing? Poor Dao is also greedy for a while, presumably he has suffered retribution, but he is entrusted by others, and he will end up with people's affairs, what are you going to do?"

After saying a few words to Wang Zhong, Jia Yefeng quickly thought of countermeasures in his head: "As long as you return the sword to Poor Dao, Poor Dao will return to Qingcheng Mountain immediately, and I won't go against you again." ”

"Can you still use this sword?" Lu Na was interested in hearing this, and sneered: "It's okay for you to pay it back, just tell me the method of sword refining." ”

"As long as you pay me back!" Jia Yefeng hurriedly said: "My sword has been practiced since I was a child, and I have communicated, although it has been defiled by the red dragon, but as long as it takes a hundred days of effort, washing with medicinal herbs, breathing and breathing, it can be restored." I swear in the name of my patriarch that I will never go against you again, and the method of sword refining can also be taught to you. ”

As he spoke, he hurriedly swore a poisonous oath.

Wang Zhong suddenly asked, "Did you teach your apprentice's divine kung fu?"

"God Kung Fu?" Jia Yefeng was stunned, looked at his platinum sword with blank eyes, and hurriedly patted his head: "Oops!" stood up suddenly, which startled Lu Na, and took out the gun again, but Wang Zhong sat still steadily. Jia Yefeng's martial arts are not as good as his own, and without the flying sword, Wang Zhong has no scruples.

Flipping through the futon, he took out a book bound in blue thread: "You want to cultivate life xìng kung fu, I have a book here, which is through the meridians, but the time of practicing on it conflicts with most of the time when I practice swords, so I didn't learn." When I first learned to learn swords, I met a master on Qingcheng Mountain, and I was injured by a sword. That person's martial arts are really strong, Qingcheng Mountain, Emei Mountain practiced martial arts, none of them were his opponents, but it was a pity that no matter how strong he was, he was not defeated by the flying sword. Speaking of which, Jia Yefeng seemed to have a smug look on his face.

"Oh!" Wang Zhong took the book, only to see that it was like his own "The Secret Biography of the Iron Sand Palm", which was all hand-copied small letters, with five distorted characters written on the cover, and the strokes were like strange snakes, revealing a sense of strangeness and mystery.

"Three yīn killing demon knives. Wang Zhong recognized it for a while, only to recognize the five words, flipped through it, and saw that there were dozens of pages inside, and the first few pages drew dozens of human figures, or sitting or standing, or standing upside down, or breathing to the sky, and the whole body was also marked with meridians, especially the hand too yīn lung meridian, the hand convulsion yīn heart meridian, and the hand less yīn heart meridian painted with the vermilion imprint.

The last dozen pages are a star map, which depicts the seven houses of the northern Xuanwu: fighting, bull, female, void, danger, room, and wall.

In the back is Xiaokai Wenyan, which means jīng deep, and Wang Zhong can't understand the meaning at once.

Turning to the end, Wang Zhong was shocked, only to see that the painting was an ancestor Xiang, Xianfeng Dao bones, and I don't know which way it is a fairy, next to it there are five small Kai of "Xuantian Shenglong Dao", but the ancestor was crossed with a bright red red pen, and seven red weird words were written next to it "Kill Kill Kill"

It's seven killing words!

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