Wei Qi sneered in his mouth, and the chill in his eyes became more and more intense, and he said:

"Smile, ten years old. (Four tones)"

"Smile, ten years old. (three sounds)"

"The human face is smiling, the whole body is indigo, the insects and ants are gone, the body is neither smelly nor broken, and the fragrance of medicine is hidden. Such a strange way of death, besides the unique skills that are not passed on in the Medicine Buddha Valley and the Three Smile Yinlu fingering techniques, there are other martial arts that can be produced?"

"Um?!"

Chuan Lian opened his mouth and was powerless to refute, saying:

"This is indeed the effect of the martial arts in our sect, the Three Smile Yinluo Finger."

Wei Qi took a step forward and said coldly:

"Okay, then I want to ask Young Master Chuanlian, are there elders in Guigu?"

"There are still disciples in Guigu?"

"Who in Guigu has to pass on this unique skill?! Could it be that you want to tell me that this unique skill that is regarded as the unique skill of the Medicine Valley and is famous in the Fufeng River, has also been stolen by someone?"

"Kawa Lian, what else do you have to say?!"

Every time he said something, he took a step forward, and the last sentence fell, raised his right hand and hit the air hard. A wave of viscous air that was like a substance hit the Sichuan Lian. The heat wave rolled, the sound was cold, and it was obviously extremely angry.

The more cold sweats on Chuan Lian's forehead.

The three-smile Yinlu fingering technique is in the Medicine Buddha Valley. He is the only one of the younger generation who can pass it on. Apart from him, there are only a few elders who concentrate on medicine in the sect. They have very high medical skills, but their martial arts are mediocre. They will never go out for the whole life and never go through the two sects.

At this time, he was the only one in Fufeng City who could use this martial arts mastery. These clues were put together, and even he was a little doubtful. He heard the shouting and asked, and he had to shake his head with difficulty, and said in a stern voice:

"I, I have nothing to say... there is too much evidence."

"But this person wasn't really killed by me."

Wang Anfeng frowned slightly and said:

"Brother Chuan has been discussing medical skills and pharmacology with me during the past five days. How to kill this person?"

Wei Qi laughed in anger and said:

"How can you kill someone? Are you two of you not able to sleep together? Sanxiao Yinluo pointed out that after killing someone, you could not judge the time of the murder. You have also met me, so could you think that I killed my own manager and framed the idiot?"

"It's really a joke!"

The voices were filled with anger.

Although this wealthy businessman was extremely respectful to him, his status was not very low. He was average in his martial arts and had only reached the eighth grade in his forties. He was extremely sleek in his behavior. He was responsible for all the business in the county town. He was killed at this time, and no one knew about many trading routes and methods, and there was no second manager in the sect with such rich experience.

Re-training the manager, re-connecting the merchants, and checking the transactions. After a few moments, I don’t know how much money I will lose. Even if the Huo Lian family has a great business, they are unwilling to bear such damage. Moreover, he is just the young sect leader, not the sect leader, which makes the elders in the sect unhappy. It is not difficult to destroy his position.

How could he not be surprised and angry?!

Only by killing the murderer on the spot can he regain his position in the hearts of the elders, which is related to his own position. When his weapon is raised, he said angrily:

"Chuanlian, you and I are both from the world. Since we are from the world, we will follow the principles of the world."

"If I die at your hands, there is nothing else to do, and there will be someone else to take care of it. Let's talk about it!"

After saying that, his whole body was full of energy, like an angry bull. He stepped out and appeared in front of Chuan Lian. His weapon was raised and he hit the heavy hammer. Wang Anfeng's wooden sword in his hand sounded lightly and stabbed at the hammer, but Chuan Lian gently stroked his shoulder with a palm. He was caught off guard and sent several meters by the thick internal force and landed on one side. Chuan Lian avoided the hammer in a very embarrassed manner.

The heavy hammer fell, smashing the ground into a deep pit, and the soil and floor splashed, obviously intending to take his life. Wang Anfeng was anxious and said:

"Brother Chuan..."

Chuan Lian waved his hand, his expression calmed down, and said:

"Brother Wang, don't interfere, and protect your little sister."

"This person died under the unique skills of my Pharmacist Valley. There is no doubt that with this martial arts, the murderer must have an indescribable connection with my Pharmacist Valley."

"You are afraid that you will not be good if you participate in the sect's conquest. Brother Wang."

In his words, he was no longer dull just now. When he was comforting Wang Anfeng, he had already rubbed his body and fought with Wei Qi, who was in anger. Both of them were elites in their respective sects. They had already had eighth-level cultivation level before they were still in their thirties.

One is strong and he is only trying to save some situations to ensure that his position as the young master is not shaken. Therefore, his offensive is crazy and fierce, while Chuan Lian has to fight, but he cannot really take Wei Qi's life. Otherwise, the matter will be completely confirmed. Although the Medicine Valley has a transcendent status, it is definitely not an opponent of the Fire Refining Sect. When he takes action, he will be restrained.

Fortunately, Chuan Lian was extremely talented, simple in nature, and had a strong internal strength. With the full teaching of the two generations of valley masters of Pharmacist Valley, even if his subordinates left two points of strength, they could barely suppress Wei Qi in an angry state, allowing the heavy hammer to be so heavy and the offensive were so crazy that they were all under the control of those two slender palms.

After another fifty or sixty rounds, Wei Qi's internal injury had not healed before, and he felt that he was unable to follow his heart. His movements gradually slowed down. Chuan Lian breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and patted the hammer with a palm, raising it up, but he did not take advantage of the victory to pursue it, but took a step back and stopped:

"Wei Qi, today..."

Before the sound had fallen, Wei Qi suddenly shouted softly, his palm trembled, and the hammer head cracked into a heavy razor shape. He held the hammer handle in both hands and swung it with force. The nine ink-colored razors that were originally entangled together came through the air, pointing directly to many vital points on Chuan Lian's body.

The latter was surprised, but his cultivation was extremely mellow after all. After all, he waved his hand and slapped his qi and the energy turned into an invisible wall, blocking his body. The several razors were extremely material, specializing in destroying the internal true qi. The energy of Chuanlian was immediately broken, but the speed of those razors also became slow. The young man stretched out his hands, like a lotus blooming, clamping the eight razors.

Only the last one left was the strongest Qi and it was rotated.

Chuanlian's internal energy was exhausted at this time. He was unable to avoid it, but he took a breath. Inside his dantian, there was another internal energy surging in his dantian. His body paused slightly in the air, so he took a few meters in the air, clamping the last flying knife with his feet. In this instant, he showed extremely strong light skills and internal energy cultivation. Even Wang Anfeng, who was watching the battle next to him, felt admiration in his heart.

At this moment, a sudden light of fire burst out, piercing through Chuan Lian's shoulders with lightning speed, poking and pointing, the speed was as fast as lightning. Just as he was about to point the latter's dantian downward, Wang Anfeng couldn't help but draw his sword and lit the fire light.

Immediately, a wave of heat rolled in and rushed towards me, like a flame burning the sky. Wang Anfeng subconsciously used thunder power to fight, and a thunder leaped on the wooden sword in his palm, shattering the flame.

Wei Qi's expression suddenly changed, and he had not had time to retreat. Wang Anfeng had already stepped forward. The latter was angry that Wei Qi was still secretly attacking while Sichuan Lian was obviously merciless. Therefore, he took action at this time without showing any mercy.

The left hand pointed the star finger and turned into a afterimage, and passed several large acupoints on his body. The latter had strong internal strength to protect the vital acupoints and was not afraid of pointing the acupoints and taking the meridians. It was just because the fierce battle had just happened, and the internal energy was exhausted, and the star finger was not an ordinary martial arts. It was actually pointed out by Wang Anfeng to break through the internal defense.

The internal injuries in his body were written by Wang Anfeng. At this moment, the young man broke the acupoints and caused the internal injuries in his body. His face turned pale and he staggered back with his coughing blood. The hammer handle in his hand was leaning on the ground, and it turned out to be an extremely exquisite spear.

The gun blade is not ordinary iron, but the shape of a prism crystal, with flames leaping into it, showing extraordinaryness.

After Wang Anfeng repelled him, he did not continue to attack, but defended in front of Chuan Lian.

Wei Qi gasped for a moment, raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and realized that the internal injuries in his chest and abdomen had worsened again. After Chuan Lian stopped, the secret attack had already forced Wang Anfeng out. He knew that things were not done, but before Wang Anfeng and the others could speak, he laughed out loud and said:

"Okay, okay!"

"What a thunder force, a Tibetan Abyss sword. I think it's too insignificant to be 50,000 taels of silver!"

"Wang Anfeng, I have recorded what happened today!"

After saying that, he pulled the hammer handle and staggered out. There were a circle of good people around the door. Seeing Wei Qi's face turned pale, Wang Anfeng stood up with his sword. It seemed that it was the latter who defeated him. He looked at him from left to right, and looked surprised. Several people also looked at Wang Anfeng's sword in his palm. Seeing the thunder slowly disappearing on it, there was a hidden fire in his eyes.

Wang Anfeng had not cared about these things. He raised his hand to retract the wooden sword back into the scabbard, turned to look at Chuan Lian, and raised his hand to take his pulse for him. He felt that the latter's internal breath was chaotic, and a faint fire was flowing through his meridians, constantly destroying his internal organs. After a little thought in his heart, he knew that it was the power of the crystal just now, which was difficult to remove with medicine, and he might need to rest.

After pondering for a while, he said:

"Brother Chuan, where you live is probably not safe enough."

"If there is nothing to stay, why not go to the academy with your junior sister? Live in my place... The academy is the academy after all, and no matter how bold they are, they dare not come to the academy to kill people."

Chuan Lian's face was pale. He heard this and opened his mouth and said:

"Then, what do you do..."

Wang Anfeng smiled and said:

"I've been here for a long time and I know some people. It's not a problem to find a bed."

"this……"

Chuanlian hesitated a little, but then looked back at Meng Yuexue, who was slightly drunk, and finally sighed:

"I'm thankful for my kindness, Brother Wang."

………………………………………………

On the next day, Wang Anfeng, who had been resting in Shaolin Temple for a night, appeared from a remote grass, and carried breakfast to the other side of the wooden house.

But he saw Chuan Lian and Gambler Su standing in front of the door, looking quite anxious. Gambler Su paved back and forth, frowned into a bump. After seeing Wang Anfeng, his eyes were slightly bright, and then he strode over. With a few steps left, he said quickly:

"An Feng, where did you rest last night?"

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned. How could the existence of Shaolin Temple be informed? He did not respond at the moment, but just smiled:

"This... gambler, when did you become so interested in me?"

Gambler Su waved his hand and said seriously:

"I don't have time to joke with you, An Feng, tell me where did you sleep yesterday? Where is Baili? Or Senior Brother Yan..."

“This is very important.”

Seeing that his expression was quite serious, Wang Anfeng was not good to fool him with jokes, and frowned slightly and said:

"I really can't tell this matter, what's wrong?"

Su Wenchang sighed when he heard this, his shoulders fell and said with a sad face:

"Then you have to confirm..."

Wang Anfeng became more and more puzzled.

Su Wenchang looked at Wang Anfeng, saw that his face was puzzled, and it was not as if he was false. He sighed and said:

"Today, Huo Lian Guard Qi died in the quiet room."

"Diet from sword wounds."

"The wound is charred, as if struck by lightning."

Wang Anfeng's smile was frozen on his face.

ps: The second update today...
Chapter completed!