In the wooden house, Wang Anfeng was lying on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was sleeping soundly and dreaming. He made up his mind to see who the person was. Just in case, he had secretly activated the direct heart method of Medicine King Valley, and his internal force was flowing, so he could calm his mind.

Outside Liang Jinggen and the others approached carefully.

Liang Jinggen waved his hand and asked the fat man to squat beside him, while he raised his hand and gently pushed it on the window. He used clever force and his wrist trembled a few times. He didn't know how to do it. Wang Anfeng's locked window zipped and was pushed open directly.

Liang Jinggen's breathing was not at all confusing, so he looked in.

He practiced an eye technique and had to apply various unique medicines to his eyelids, and cooperate with the method of luck. He practiced hard for several months before he could get started. After he completed his practice, he could see clearly and clearly even if there was no light at night.

In recent years, it was precisely because of this magical technique that I had done many business. When I looked inside, I saw the young man and his clothes lying on the bed, and the "Zangyuan Sword" with 50,000 taels of silver opened by the fire refining door was being carried behind the boy. I felt happy first, and then frowned slightly.

According to his plan, if Wang Anfeng was already asleep, he would sneak in and bring out the "Zangyuan Sword". However, although Wang Anfeng "slept", the sword was still behind his back. The warrior himself was extremely sensitive, and even more so, those who were good at weapon skills. If he accidentally woke him up, all his efforts would be wasted.

After thinking about it for a moment, Liang Jinggeng gritted his teeth secretly, endured the pain, and reached out to take out a small paper bag from his waist. The paper bag was wrapped tightly with three layers of greased paper, which was obviously an extremely precious thing.

Liang Jinggen took a deep breath, opened the paper bag, took a small tool from his chest, raised his hand and poured all the medicine powder in, aimed it at the boy in the room, and blew it in gently.

This medicine powder is not as good as anesthetic. Although it looks inconspicuous, it is also a good thing at the level. In the world, warriors walk and move around, and their martial arts skills are not weak, so they cannot help but fall into this thing. It is commonly known as the "sweat medicine". The slander of the world that Fufeng is called "three-step down".

If you absorb this medicine powder, even a ninth-grade warrior will not last three steps and will fall to the ground and be slaughtered and cannot resist.

There are more things of this type in the world, but like the one in Liang Jinggen's hand, it is already a treasure, and the medicines used in the materials are extraordinary. Therefore, he felt quite distressed at this time, and his palms holding the tools were trembling.

But when I thought about the 50,000 taels of silver, I still made up my mind and blew the last little medicine into it. I think with the medicinal properties, even if it is a tiger or a big insect in the mountains, it should be given medicine and turned over before I could take it back.

I don’t know if it was because of the long breath or because of the pain in my flesh, Liang Jinggen’s face was slightly pale.

Two steps back, and in the cold night wind, he felt a little hot air, which made his lips a little dry and cracked, and his heart felt like he was living like the years.

After a while, I heard nothing strange in the room and breathed a sigh of relief.

Liang Jinggen looked sideways at the fat man and said lightly:

"Did you see it? You said you're so nervous."

"No matter whether he is a bookkeeper or a star list, I blew my best medicine in, and I couldn't even let go of a fart. I'm talking about the young hero and the extraordinary swordsmanship?"

"Bah!"

"It's all fucking shit! I personally put a gild on my face."

He cursed for a while, looked around and whispered to the relaxed fat man:

"Fat man, the old rules."

"I'll go in, you're out and let someone go, and you'll lead it away when someone comes."

"If it works, I'm six and you're four."

The fat man nodded, pulled out two light and thin Emei water spikes from his waist with both hands, and guarded behind with a cautious look on his face. Liang Jinggen took the medicine first and then carefully pushed open Wang Anfeng's wooden door.

This door was already in disrepair and would always make a squeak when it was pushed, but it was extremely smooth and there was no noise at all.

Liang Jinggen slowed down, crossed the outer room, and approached Wang Anfeng.

The sound of footsteps and breathing is difficult to completely disappear, but they are all hidden in the sound of wind outside the house with skills. Even if a person with a clear consciousness does not look at it, it will be difficult to detect it. This is the method that only the assassin killer can master. It is not martial arts, but the experience obtained by the senior Assassin's life, and it is even more precious.

After a while, Liang Jinggen had already walked to the edge of the bed, stopped, and looked at Wang Anfeng who was still sleeping, with a calm expression on his face. He pulled out a shiny short knife from his waist with his right hand to prevent the latter from suddenly awakening.

His left hand was exploring towards the wooden sword. When his fingers touched the slightly cool and smooth touch of the scabbard, his eyes were filled with joy, and he thought to himself that this was done.

At this moment, an unspeakable sense of weakness suddenly appeared.

Liang Jinggen's eyes were dazed and his steps were staggering, as if he hadn't fallen asleep for several nights. He almost fell to the ground. When he was crying, a strong palm grabbed his right arm and pulled him, but he had not hit him on the ground, awakening the young man.

Liang Jinggen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and there was already a cold sweat behind him, and instinctively said:

"Thank you..."

Before the voice fell, the heart stopped suddenly. He raised his head stiffly and saw the owner of the palm. He saw the young man in blue shirt whispering to him, saying:

"No thanks."

Liang Jinggen felt cold in his heart, and sweat suddenly appeared on his back. As an assassin, he naturally had the intention to fight for his life. He bit his teeth hard, held the short knife and stabbed Wang Anfeng. He only planned to escape directly after one blow. After swinging the short knife, Wang Anfeng was still sitting on the bed, his body had not moved, and he made no sound.

At the same time, his right hand was stretched out, as if it was slow and fast. With a move of Medicine King Valley, he "stumbled" at the Neiguan point of Liang Jinggen's wrist. Liang Jinggen had no idea why, but his body was weak and weak, and he suffered this move. His wrist was numb and he could no longer hold the weapon in his hand. The short knife fell down and was grabbed by Wang Anfeng's left hand.

At the same time, the young man's right hand pointed the star finger and flowed very well. He almost instinctively pointed it out from Liang Jinggan Neiguan point, Waiguan point, Quchi point, Chize point, and Lieque point. Liang Jinggan only felt a flash in front of him. Before he could see clearly, half of his body lost consciousness and sat down directly to the ground.

His face was dull and confused, and he couldn't believe it, so he saw the boy in blue with his fingers retracted, stood up, and smiled at him:

"Excuse me."

"Seeing that your posture is so good, I couldn't help but click it up."

Liang Jinggen swallowed his saliva, looked at the energetic young man in front of him and said:

"No, it's impossible."

"You, what did you do to me?"

Wang Anfeng did not answer directly, but flicked the short knife in his hand, held it with his backhand, and spitted it out a few randomly.

He was just in Shaolin Temple thinking about the sword technique of "Ghost Head Knife". At this time, he had a knife in his hand and naturally used this sword technique to make a move. Liang Jinggen only felt that the sword shadow in front of him was cruel, as if he was just walking the path that made people unable to survive and unable to die. His heart couldn't help but tremble, and he was already very regretful.

At this time, Wang Anfeng's wrist moved slightly, and his short sword popped out, directly pressing against Liang Jinggen's throat. The situation was in his arms, his expression was naturally calm. Facing a person with bad intentions, he naturally no longer became gentle. His eyebrows were slightly cold. He had a three-point temperament in his eyes. He was not panicked, and he only pressed step by step with words:

"What did I do to you?"

"nothing."

"Just just add a medicine to your sleeping medicine."

Liang Jinggen was slightly stunned. He only realized that there was a short incense stick in the crack of the wooden head at the bed. It was lit at some point. Wang Anfeng was lying on the bedside, just now, and just covered the short incense stick. At this time, the latter came down and could see clearly.

The fragrance head flashed red, and white smoke radiated. After it spread, it was colorless and tasteless, but it seemed to be mocking. It became more and more drowsy in my mind, but suddenly I remembered the news I had heard when I was walking in the world.

It is said that those warriors who are proficient in medicine can not only distinguish the combination of drugs by smell, but also use other drugs to disrupt the original pharmacological cooperation, making those who plot against them suffer themselves. They are the most difficult people in the world to mess with.

At this time, his weapon was taken away, and his martial arts could not be used at all. His mood was already unbalanced. He also speculated that the young man in front of him had a skilled medical skills and became more and more uneasy. When he looked up, he saw that although Wang Anfeng's expression was calm, he felt cold in his face, and he couldn't help but swallow.

The more Wang Anfeng spoke, the less he felt.

I just felt that the young man in front of me didn't look like the young hero mentioned in the news that came out, and why he was gentle and polite. On the contrary, he was similar to the evil leaders of the gangster giants and evil sects whom I had the honor to meet, and they were all so unfathomable.

With preconceived ideas, he was convinced that the young man in front of him was just pretending to be disguised. He thought about the moment when he was intrigued and touched the appearance of the room, and he felt like he was looking for death. He wanted to cry without tears in his heart, and he wished he could hit him to death on the wall.

Niang Xipi.

I have never seen such a joyful and joyful look for death.

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