The east wind does not blow away sorrow, but the spring day can make people hate you forever.

In the small courtyard under the chilly spring night, there was a fierce collision, but within a moment, the winner seemed to be decided. The cold wind blew through at night, as if it aroused long-lasting resentment.

This resentment naturally came from Hu Jingang who fell to the ground. He hated the nobleman who asked him to kill the young man, and the rickshaw driver outside the alley.

From the time when the boy's mind showed its breath and flicked chopsticks like flying swords, he felt gloomy and had a bad premonition.

The information was wrong, which made him angry, but it was not impossible to successfully fight the fetal breath by opening up Qi and blood.

However, when the young man who was sitting in meditation stood up and suddenly transformed into a tiger, and the Qi and blood flowing from the meridians of the skin were stronger than him, and the momentum was more majestic than him, Hu Jintao had thoughts of cursing his mother.

What kind of rubbish information is this? It’s worth killing people!

The young man was full of energy and blood, and his momentum was like a colorful tiger. In an instant, Hu Jintao was defeated. It can be seen that the body-building method learned by the young man must be of an extremely high level, and it is definitely not comparable to what he has learned.

Refining the breath of the divine womb and exercising the body both bring Qi and blood to perfection, but the other party’s cultivation method is of a higher level, so what else is there to kill?

With one move, Hu Jingang was knocked backwards and his back slid to the ground. But after all, he was experienced and could stand up from the ground with just one move.

The boy who was facing me was coming to kill him like a bird!

The Five Animals fortify the body, the Tiger Posture is fierce, the Bear Posture is steady, the Deer Posture, and the Ape Posture are all agile, and the Bird Posture is like a sword, which is most suitable for An Le who has the Tao Fruit of a self-transformed "natural swordsman".

Although there is no sword in his hand, when he performs the bird pose, it is as if he has a sword in his hand!

The qi and blood in the meridians were pushing forward with strength. Before Hu Jingang could react as he stood up, Anle moved close to his body with the movement of a deer, and struck his chest with sword-like palms one after another.

Hu Jintao flew sideways again and fell hard to the ground. His skin was covered in blood and flesh, and several sternums were broken. The organs protected by the bones seemed to be cracked, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. His face was dark, and he was no longer able to resist.

Anle ended up in bird pose, looking at Hu Jintao indifferently, the excitement in his heart slowly calmed down.

The battle can be said to be a crushing one. The five-animal tiger pounced under the blessing of fifteen rays of age energy, and its power was greatly increased. Coupled with the perfect energy and blood, with one slap, it was as powerful as a white-fronted tiger with a striking eye. Hu Jingang

He was almost shot to death.

Coupled with the sword-like bird-style attacks, Hu Jingang was completely beaten like a sandbag.

Anle understands that there is a gap between the two in the same way of opening Qi and blood. This gap...comes from the practice method.

It's like Hu Jintao pitting "Zhao Zu Changquan Castrated Version" against An Le's "Five Animals Strengthening Kung Fu" on the street. The beating is naturally not unfair.

The leaves of the big locust tree rustled in the cold wind on the spring night.

Anle grabbed the thick-backed sword on the ground that Hu Jintao regarded as a hidden weapon. The knife was quite heavy, but with Anle's current energy and blood strength, it was not difficult to grab it.

"Little brother, can you spare my life?"

Hu Jingang said while bleeding.

Anle dragged the knife and walked to his side, looking down at Hu Jingang lying on the ground.

"Reason." Anle said.

"I can give you all my family fortune. There are a total of eighteen Yuan Ling Tong Bao, which are hidden in a secret place. If I live, I can take them to you." Hu Jingang endured the pain of broken bones and said slowly.

"Only eighteen pieces? You poor man, I will make a painting for the Lin Mansion, and the retouching fee will be ten Yuan Ling Tong Bao."

An Le leaned on the knife, glanced at him, and said with a heartache.

Hu Jingang remained silent.

Suddenly, his eyes widened with anger, he bit the tip of his tongue, and the energy and blood in his body surged, bouncing off the ground and crashing into An Le as fast as lightning, wanting to take advantage of An Le's relaxation to fight to the death.

laugh!

However, Anle Feixi was nervous and was on guard. He kicked the thick-backed sword he was leaning on. The sword was thrown up and arced like a falling star. A huge head, filled with a thin stream of blood, soared into the sky.

Get up!

The blood gradually stained Anle's white clothes, making Anle's cold face tremble slightly.

This is his first murder, but it won't be his last.

Hu Jingang's head fell to the ground, and his body, which had suddenly risen, lost power and fell straight back, with a muffled sound lingering in the spring night.

Blood flowed all over the small courtyard, accompanied by Anle's slight breathing, mostly with chills.

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Qingbo Street is still silent, with all the lights of several houses extinguished and falling asleep.

There were no pedestrians on the street, not even a cat that liked to walk alone in the dark.

The carriage parked quietly. The driver sat on the carriage and slowly opened his eyes. The wind and waves blowing from the alleys were filled with pungent blood.

The face of the coachman under the bamboo hat was hidden in the darkness, and his expression and emotion could not be seen.

When he entered the small courtyard in the alley, his mental perception was washed away by the two men's tyrannical energy and blood, making it impossible to observe clearly.

He is quite strong in physical training and uses the inner elixir, but in spiritual training he is only weak.

The mind of the fetal breath can barely be seen outside, but it is like a ghost, afraid of things in the sun. If it spreads far away, its control will be low, and it will be easier to be scattered.

"do you died?"

The driver smelled the smell of blood in the air. Was it the blood shed by the young man?

He looked towards the dark alleys that were not favored by stars and moonlight.

There was the sound of knives rubbing against the ground in the alley, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

The coachman's burly body slowly straightened up, his head slightly raised, his face under the bamboo hat gradually became clearer, and he looked towards the alley, welcoming Hu Jintao's return.

If Hu Jintao killed the boy, he would have to escort Hu Jintao out of Lin'an Mansion, and he could not lose his reputation as a gentleman.

Suddenly, the driver's grip on the reins suddenly froze, and a flash of disbelief flashed in his pupils.

Because it was not Hu Jintao who slowly broke through the darkness in the alley and walked out!

But it was a young man wearing blood-stained white clothes.

With one hand he was dragging the knife, and with the other hand he was holding the dead head.

Ink-like blood dripped drop by drop from the incision on his head, and the boy stepped out of the dense darkness of the alley step by step.

Don't forget that the west wind is so chilling that there are yellow flowers everywhere along the way!

At this moment, the young man was carrying a fierce murderous intention, like a green blade that was three inches out of its sheath and blooming with cold light.

The driver's eyes widened slightly under his bamboo hat, and his breathing became a little faster.

The young man stood at the entrance of Taimiao Lane, with a smile on his lips, his white clothes stained with a few red plum-like blood stains, looking at the familiar burly coachman sitting on the shaft of the gorgeous carriage.

"Knew it……"

An Le seems to be suddenly enlightened, and seems to be laughing.

It was no coincidence that Hu Jintao came to kill him. This criminal who was supposed to be captured by the black police officers was rescued by the so-called nobleman, and then turned into a knife held by the nobleman to kill him.

To make Hu Jingang willing to kill him, he must have made some kind of promise.

Perhaps he exchanged the life of a young man for the life of a criminal whose hands were stained with the blood of hundreds of people.

However, this time, the young man used his own strength to kill the criminal and break the knife handed by the nobleman. The situation was much better than last time.

Snap.

The young man threw the head he was carrying, and the head crossed a parabola and landed in front of the carriage. It rolled on the ground for several weeks and hit the wheel hub before stopping.

The driver didn't even look at the head on the ground, but stared at the young man from a distance, and could see the sarcasm and chill in the young man's eyes.

That day in the spring rain, the image of a young boy with a spine as tall as a bamboo and standing tall as a human being. Even under the pressure of his husband, it was difficult for him to lower his eyebrows and bend his waist, the scene popped into the coachman's mind again.

The tightened pupils slowly relaxed, and a hint of murderous intent burst out from the coachman's eyes.

He really wanted to kill this young man now to avoid future troubles.

However, the coachman did not dare.

On that day, Mrs. Hua rolled in three thousand grains of spring rain. Just one grain shattered his bamboo hat, or perhaps his head, and it was just a snap of his fingers to add another grain of rain.

The husband said that Mrs. Hua wanted to be the protector of this young man. Since there was a protector, it would be against the rules for him to bully the weak. If he was beaten to death, the husband would not even seek justice for him.

Anle looked at the burly coachman, Luo Qingchen's coachman, who was sitting upright on the shaft of the carriage. He slowly raised the thick-backed sword in his hand. The energy and blood in his body suddenly surged, and his mind surged. The artistic conception of "Sword Waterfall" he visualized flowed in front of his eyes.

, the big knife in his hand seems to be a sword.

Suddenly thrown out, the sword was straight and whizzing towards the carriage.

The driver saw the big knife whizzing towards him. Under the skin, heat waves were rolling, and Qi and blood were circulating, just like a fire in an oven, refining a Qi and Blood elixir!

With five fingers, he grabbed the big knife thrown by An Le and slammed the knife on the shaft of the cart. The driver exhaled a filthy breath and did not look at the young man.

The reins were whipping and the whistling sound was heard as the red date horse raised its hooves and pulled the cart. The wheels ruthlessly ran over the head and slowly disappeared into the dark and quiet night of Qingbo Street.

Anle watched the carriage leave, then turned around and returned to the courtyard.

After the carriage drove out of Qingbo Street.

The coachman suddenly collapsed and collapsed on the carriage shaft, with deep fear in his eyes.

Just now, if he had really taken action to kill Anle, he would have been instantly wiped out by a sword intent. The sword intent was always there, pressed against his throat, and it only dissipated after leaving Qingbo Street.

"Is that sword intention Mrs. Hua of the Lin family? There is only Mrs. Hua... I never thought that Mrs. Hua would really value this young man so much..."

"What you said is indeed true. You must go back and report carefully immediately."

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The cool spring breeze blows away the drunkenness and makes it slightly cold.

On the quiet Qingbo Street, an old man in plain clothes stood quietly holding a bamboo stick, squinting at the direction the carriage was leaving.

"As a coachman, if you try to bully my little friend with the inner elixir of qi and blood, you will have another head on the ground."

The old man's long eyebrows flew in the wind, he smoothed his beard and turned around, slowly walking towards the dimly lit Ancestral Temple in the distance.

In the spring breeze on a cold night, an old man chuckled.

"Still strong after countless hardships, no matter how strong the wind is from east to west, north or south..."

"Young An, if you want to reach this level, the road will be long."

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