Wang Anfeng's thoughts changed secretly. After the first nervousness, after careful consideration, he found many problems. The more he thought about it, the more wrong he was, he frowned slightly, looked at Chuan Lian sideways, and said:

"Brother Chuan."

Kawalian raised his head, but his face was full of panic.

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth and looked at his appearance. For a moment, he felt that he could not communicate with the former.

I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed in my heart.

Meng Yuexue raised her foot and kicked Chuan Lian hard on her calf without any restraint, which made the latter scream and took a step back, looking at her junior sister in confusion. Meng Yuexue looked at Chuan Lian with a grievance, and bowed solemnly to Wang Anfeng, said:

"My brother lost his composure and let the young master make fun of him."

"I hope you don't blame me."

"I grew up in the valley since I was a child, and I know each other. The senior brother knows it, and the little girl knows it. What the young master wants to ask, even if he speaks, he will never hide it if he knows it."

He spoke calmly, even though he was only the 14th and 5th century, he could still be calm in the face of great difficulties. He was not surprised by the situation, and he was not surprised by the fact that he was more skilled than Chuanlian, who had excellent martial arts skills.

Wang Anfeng shook his head and said:

"The girl is very serious."

The voice paused slightly, and he sorted out his thoughts, and asked:

"It's just that I just thought of something."

"Since it's in the secret room, how could Wei Qi die so simply..."

"The Fire Refining Sect has a great reputation. As the young master, Wei Qi must have guards around him. If he is protected by the masters of the martial arts world, it is not surprising that I am just a lower-third-grade warrior. How can I break through the numerous guards and kill Wei Qi?"

When the words stopped here, Meng Yuexue's eyes lit up when she heard this, she said:

"Not bad! Not bad!"

"Ah, I just realized that the news was too panicked. I didn't expect that even if the young master was very skilled in martial arts and could enter the secret room, Wei Qi's martial arts skills were not bad. There must be a fight. The Huo Lianmen family has great achievements. There must be many servants and maids. The sound of swords and swords colliding for more than a moment, and those maids did not notice anything abnormal?"

"Sure enough doubts!"

Chuan Lian was on the side and felt dizzy when he heard it. He grew up in the valley since he was a child and was quiet by nature. He was already very panicked when he encountered this. Wang Anfeng and his two men said that they could not react for a while. They just saw that the two men's expressions were slightly relaxed, and their anxiety was slightly relieved.

Meng Yuexue breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

They were with Wang Anfeng yesterday and had a conflict with Wei Qi. If the master of the Huo Lian Sect came over, they might cause trouble. They relaxed and their nature revived. They looked at Su Wenchang who was asleep on the bed and teased softly:

"It's a pity that this young man fell asleep by the prince's finger, otherwise he would have been able to inquire about the situation there at this time."

"Ye, look carefully. This young master Su is very handsome."

Wang Anfeng was slightly embarrassed, but he decided in his heart that he had to go to the Huolian Sect to find clues and get rid of his own suspicion. He could have asked Baili Feng, Xue Qinshuang and others to go with Fu Mo, but Wang Anfeng was unwilling to drag his friends into the water, so he decided to go there by himself. At this point, he raised his eyes and said:

"No matter what the guess is, you still have to check the scene to find the flaws."

"What do you think?"

Chuan Lian was slightly stunned, and the feeling of retreat appeared on his face. His eyes turned to the side and said in a stutter:

"This, Brother Wang, no, there is no need..."

"On the outside, now, there are all those people in the martial arts world who thought you killed Wei Qi."

Meng Yuexue frowned slightly, raised her voice slightly, and said:

"What does Prince Wang kill Wei Qi?"

"We were with Prince Wang yesterday and had another fight with Wei Qi. In the eyes of those people, we are already on the same boat."

"If you are afraid, then I will go with the prince!"

After stomping his feet lightly, Meng Yuexue turned around and looked at Wang Anfeng again, pulled out a thin and sharp short sword from her waist, blocking her in front of her. Although there was fear in her eyebrows, she was also flying in a crisp voice:

"Senior brother is a weak person. Brother Wang, I will go with you."

"Although my martial arts are not as good as the young master, I can also use my sword skills to kill thieves."

Wang Anfeng nodded slightly and said:

"Then let's go..."

Because of anxiety in his heart, the two turned around and hurried away. Chuanlian stayed in place, but what he recalled in his mind was the smile of his junior sister and the crisp "Brother Wang". His face turned green. After thinking about it, he chopped his feet heavily, pulled out and hurriedly chased the two out.

"Brother Wang, junior sister, wait for me..."

………………………………………

When he hurried to the gate of the school, Wang Anfeng's eyes were slightly dark.

At the entrance of the school, there is a corridor of hundreds of meters, which leads directly to the outer road. There are several meters of green walls on both sides. Just because there is only a school here, ordinary people will not come here. It is pure and profound, and it is quite consistent with the sound of hard reading.

At this time, looking at what we saw, near the Academy, which should have been deserted for a while, there were actually tourists carrying swords and swords on their backs, either with muscles rising like tigers and wolves, or wearing long gowns, elegant and elegant, each forming a small group, talking in a low voice, looking at each other on guard.

Waiting for the moment when Wang Anfeng stepped out of the threshold of the school palace.

The long path that was originally noisy, like a hundred insects whispered, suddenly became silent. The strong man holding a battle axe and the scholar holding a long sword looked around and dozens of people turned their heads to look at Wang Anfeng and others. His expression was strange, as if he couldn't believe that the latter dared to step out of the academy.

In this situation, even Meng Yuexue, who had just calmed down, had a small face so scared that she was so scared that she was pale.

Chuan Lian's legs were already trembling slightly, but he still barely blocked his junior sister behind him, raised his fists slightly, and his energy surged.

Wang Anfeng narrowed his eyes.

At this time, everyone in the Academy did not know about this. Su Wenchang, the only one who learned the news, had already fallen asleep by Wang Anfeng's acupoint. So when he looked around, he was all ill-intentioned and had no help.

The boy raised his right hand and held it on the hilt of the wooden sword.

The rhythm of the five fingers.

The sword was clenched tightly, and with a light sound, he slowly drew out an inch of the sword body.

Everyone in front of them was ordinary warriors, at most they were ordinary eighth grade.

Just because the fog was not settled, those masters chose to be the fishermen who were fishing, preparing to sit and make a profit. Although these people only wanted to ask for soup and drink, they were unwilling to make wedding dresses for others. Therefore, at the moment when Wang Anfeng drew his sword, he took a step back neatly and changed his expression slightly.

The young man held a sword in his right hand, and the blade pointed diagonally at the ground.

A circle of sharp energy spreads from the point where the sword tip points.

Wang Anfeng looked up at these tourists from the world.

He had never seen these faces before, but he could see the greed in them. At this time, he was framed. If he could not get rid of the stigma, he would die immediately. These people were only surrounded by them, tall and powerful, but they were just waiting to suck the dirty blood on his body after his death.

Wang Anfeng suppressed his mood and said slowly:

"I have no grudges with you recently, no grudges in the past, and I have never even seen you."

"This matter is still doubtful, please get out of the way."

No one backed up.

But the more greedy the eyes, the more thoughts there were in their minds.

I just feel that even if the young man in front of me is an eighth-grade warrior, he is strong and powerful.

But it is not connected to heaven and earth, but the water without a source will eventually be exhausted.

It’s not that I can’t kill it!

When the thoughts come to this point, murderous aura gradually grows.

Meng Yuexue had never experienced fighting, because of this murderous aura, her face became paler.

Even Chuan Lian swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, and his palms trembled slightly.

Wang Anfeng kept his eyes silent, his shoulders suddenly moved, and the scabbard belt behind him was shattered, flying towards Meng Yuexue behind him, and landing in the girl's hands. The latter was still puzzled.

The sword roared low and rose leisurely.

Under the eyes of dozens of Jianghu guests with evil thoughts and murderous intentions, the boy in a blue shirt opened his black eyes slightly, tilted his head, looked at her side, with black hair scattered on his forehead, leaning to the side, making his eyebrows and eyes become more gentle, and he laughed softly:

"Miss Meng, please help me."

"What, what?"

"Help me keep my scabbard."

Meng Yuexue was slightly stunned and subconsciously hugged the scabbard in her hand tightly. Wang Anfeng smiled again, turned around, stood with his head raised, held the sword in his right hand, bent his index finger lightly, and tapped the sword body. The sound of the sword life trembled slightly, the young man walked slowly, his momentum gradually accumulated, and spoke again, saying slowly:

"I have no grievances with you in the past and no grudges in the past."

"Today's battle is not my intention."

"But since you are in the world."

The voice pauses slightly, and above the face, there seems to be complexity and enlightenment.

Finally, he chuckled lightly again:

"Then fight happily!"

Amid the laughter, a red and golden Buddhist scripture suddenly spread from the middle of the eyebrows, like a fire of the same karma, igniting a raging fire.

He bent his index finger with his right hand and tapped his sword.

The sound of the sword sounds,

Suddenly violent!

ps: The second update...
Chapter completed!