The Yizhuang was originally a Taoist temple room.

Hong Feibai half-kneeled on the ground, looking at the girl in the coffin. The girl's black hair was dissipated, covering part of the hideous wound. The blood on her face had been wiped clean by the old man, so if the blood on the girl's body was ignored now, she looked just asleep.

Yes, just fell asleep.

It was like practicing martial arts with myself in the mountains in the past, it was like she watched herself practicing swordsmanship, she was tired of watching, tired of waiting, and then she bent her knees and sat on the bluestone under the old tree.

Just like that, I closed my eyes in the warm spring breeze, waiting for myself to finish practicing the sword, and waiting for the sun to dim a little.

Then I waited for myself to carry her back to the gate at the foot of the mountain.

Waiting for the master's impatient reprimand and the laughter of his master's wife, waiting for the meal that seemed to have always been prepared...

She will never wait.

Hong Feibai clenched his teeth, his eyes widened, and his eyes were covered with blood.

He didn't cry, he didn't want to cry when he saw his junior sister for the last time.

"That's too embarrassing, isn't it..."

His palm brushed across the girl's cold forehead.

The old man sighed in the inner room, stood up, and slowly walked out of the room that was as narrow as a coffin board. Looking at the young man half-kneeling in front of the coffin, his body trembling slightly stopped. He originally wanted to comfort the young man, but at this time, he felt that he had no need to pass.

This is their story. If you are an outsider or a bad old man, what can you say?

In this story, I am just a passerby.

The old man laughed at himself, shook his head, turned around and went back to the inner room.

Leave this last time to Hong Feibai.

Because of the murder case of the girl, the coroner sprinkled on the corpse with a secretly made magic medicine, so the corpse could not change for more than ten days, but because of this magic medicine, perhaps tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, the corpse of the girl will quickly corrode.

So that medicine has a very nice name.

The old man lay on the bed.

Beauty and white bones.

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The warrior dressed in black mask trembled in his heart, took a deep breath, forcibly stabilized his mood, his eyes became cold, and he looked at Wang Anfeng with a hoarse voice, saying:

"Do you want to die?"

His hand holds the sword.

His body was straight, his eyes were close together, his temperament was heavy, and his voice was indifferent:

"Dare to stand in front of someone."

Wang Anfeng looked at the familiar mask and said:

"I want to ask Gao's name."

The man raised his chin slightly and said lightly:

"In the lower part, I can't calm down..."

His heart had stabilized, because when he was following him, Wang Anfeng had never caught up with him. At this time, after a moment of panic, he still stubbornly believed that Wang Anfeng's light skills were inferior to him. The reason why he could stop him here now was just luck.

If you use your own light skills, you will definitely be able to escape, so you have a lot of calmness and confidence in your words.

"It's hard to calm down?"

Even with Wang Anfeng's mood, he was almost so angry that he laughed out loud. He felt like a fire was burning in his heart. He was too lazy to get entangled with this person anymore. His body turned into shadows and instantly pulled out several afterimages in front of the other side, but he did not draw the sword. He connected the wooden sword in his hand and smashed it to his head and face.

The scabbard of this wooden sword is specially designed to seal the magical charm of the sword and prevent leakage. It is extremely heavy.

With Wang Anfeng's strength, he was no less than ordinary heavy weapons. When he contacted the warrior's internal strength and body protection energy had been dispersed. He used clever force to knock the mask away without any injury, revealing the man's face.

The second blow hit the man hard in the mouth, smashing his steel teeth cleanly.

Under the guidance of some old men in the Shaolin Temple, his ruthlessness is no less than that of old people in the martial arts world.

Let the other side commit suicide first.

Then find a way to eliminate the ability to move and slowly train.

In the end, it really didn't work to throw it to Shaolin Temple to relieve the master's boredom.

Wang Anfeng directly ignored the last sentence of that person.

Killing people is just a lie. No matter what, you always practice Zen and martial arts, and you still have these compassions.

The 'unwilling' reacted almost instantly, knowing that he had met a real master.

As a seventh-grade warrior, he did not have no power to resist. His internal strength was quickly increased, and his powerful internal strength surged like an angry dragon. He tried his best to pull out the sword.

But at this moment, Wang Anfeng seemed to have predicted the future, raised his right hand at will, and when the opponent's strength was converging to the limit and was about to explode, he pressed on the back of the other party's palm holding the hilt of the sword.

His eyes opened slightly and he shouted softly.

It was as if the strongman had opened a mountain and pressed the hilt back hard with an unreasonable attitude. At this moment, even the internal force gathered on the sword edge of the long sword shattered a lot of force.

The energy that had lost control cracked in the scabbard, and the scabbard shattered. With the blessing of huge force, it was no less than the sharp weapon, and many wounds were tearing out on the body of the "unsatisfactory" body.

At the same time, Wang Anfeng raised the hilt of the sword in his hand, and smacked heavily on the opponent's shoulder like a heavy hammer.

At this time, the Buddha said that the blessing of the powerful monk moving mountain scripture has not yet dissipated. It was no less than those masters of the martial arts world who specialized in external skills and had strong strength to attack with all their strength. The latter was completely unprepared and was beaten to the ground half kneeling on the ground. The thunder force entered his body, making half of his body numb and it was difficult to mobilize internal strength.

At the same time, the "unrestless mind" felt a pain all over his body. The next moment, his originally light and powerful body seemed to have become a Mohist institution and could not move at all.

Wang Anfeng carried the "trophy" that had been instantly lit on the big holes around his body. After thinking about it, he entered the ruined Taoist temple behind him, threw it on the cushion, half-squatted down, and looked at the other party's terrifying look and said:

"Tell me, your identity..."

The man's expression flashed and he said hoarsely:

"I said it, it's hard to calm down."

Wang Anfeng frowned slightly and asked a lot of questions again, but the latter, who had just acted extremely cautiously, was so stubborn that he couldn't ask anything useful. If he bit himself to death, he would be unable to calm down. If he bit himself to death, he would just pass by by chance.

For this kind of stubborn duck, the language skills are almost useless. Anyway, they have already clicked the acupoints all over their body. With the direct technique of Medicine King Valley, the opponent's internal strength is still below him. It will take at least a few hours to force the acupoints. Wang Anfeng simply searched all over him.

Because Hong Luoyu occasionally taught Wang Anfeng some of the thief skills when Mr. Ying was away and Yuanci was meditating, the man had to watch what he had hidden tightly to the young man in front of him, and took it out one by one, without even leaving the last little copper coins.

It was pitiful that he himself didn't know when this copper slap would stay where he would stay.

But the boy in front of him just patted his body casually, and the copper coins rolled out like he saw his parents.

His eyes widened, and he looked at the boy in front of him. Seeing the latter being skilled in excessive techniques, his head was confused, almost thinking that he had met a thief ancestor.

A very young thief in white.

One is still very young, ruthless and likes to play with swordsmanship.

A thief ancestor who is so skilled that he is unprovoked.

When Wang Anfeng pulled out a piece of letter from a hidden bag on his body, the expression on the face of the man "unsatisfied" suddenly became stiff.

Seeing the subtle changes in his expression, Wang Anfeng naturally knew that the importance of this thing was extraordinary. He spread the letter, swept his eyes, looked over from above, saw the handwriting of flying dragons and phoenixes on it, and saw the two words mentioned above.

‘That thoughtlessness once ruined the affairs of this church in Fufeng County. This matter can be done as a person who is unable to calm the mind.’

‘If you can force it out, it will be the best. Even if you can’t, you will ruin his reputation.’

The boy's eyes opened slightly.

The Jianghu organization that claimed to be a hall but was once in Fufeng County was "unsatisfied" to ruin things...

He knew quite a few forces in the world, but after counting, there was only one.

White Tiger Hall...

Wang Anfeng whispered in his heart, and the words on the letter were almost like a thread of fire, falling into the heart lake.

Then flames rose.

The murderous intent in his heart was almost uncontrollable, but he was extremely wise at this time. Shaolin martial arts produced the integration of Zen and martial arts, the golden bell cover was the Vajra Buddhist principles, the Prajna palm was the Prajna Heart Sutra, and practicing martial arts was the Zen. In the past few years of practice, Wang Anfeng's state of mind had long been different from the past.

After a breath of turbid air, Wang Anfeng put down the letter in his hand and looked at the man opposite him who had turned pale.

He didn't know much about some rules of the Qin Dynasty. He only said that since the latter belonged to the world and the deceased was a disciple of the Tianjian Sect, this matter belonged to the world, and the Ministry of Justice could not interfere in this matter.

It was not the first time he had dealt with people from the White Tiger Hall. He knew that these people could basically not ask anything in their mouths.

He could go back to ask Hong Feibai about related matters. Judging from the latter's appearance, he would definitely know something. At that time, he would be able to push out the whereabouts of Baihu Hall and then judge its purpose.

He pinched the letter paper's palm and used a little force. Where the internal force was running, the letter paper had turned silently into powder.

The man gritted his teeth and said toughly:

"I got this letter from that woman."

"That's why I want to kill him."

Wang Anfeng looked at the man who was forcing to speak in front of him, spread his fingers open, and let the powder that the secretly transformed into pour down. He looked at the man, sighed slightly, and said:

"You said you were uneasy?"

"So, who am I?"

The warrior of the White Tiger Hall was slightly stunned, then seemed to react. His pupils subconsciously widened and looked at the boy in front of him. The latter had originally lowered his head, but he raised his head at this time. At some point, a black mask appeared on his face, which looked like a squid.

The boy's black pupils looked at himself quietly through the hollow of his eyes.

A green bamboo sword had already appeared in Wang Anfeng's hand.

Are you feeling uneasy?

Then, who am I...

A look of horror appeared in the man's eyes. Thinking of the meaning represented by the three words "I can't calm my mind", his face became paler and he was about to scream. But then a bright light flashed in front of him, and then his throat hurts, and he seems to be able to hear a slight sound of wind in his ears.

The darkness comes before my eyes.
Chapter completed!