Aping washed up and changed into the brand new clothes he bought. As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw the honest inn shopkeeper half-lying on the ground, his forehead was covered in sweat, and he was a little puzzled.

Looking up, he saw Wang Anfeng walking up, and asked in confusion:

"Brother Wang, what's wrong with him as the shopkeeper?"

Wang Anfeng looked at Zhou Gang sideways, raised his hand and rubbed Aping's slightly wet black hair, and smiled gently:

"Shopkeeper Zhou is practicing qigong... He is practicing positive internal strength. When he is practicing, he will naturally feel feverish all over his body. If you don't believe me, please ask."

"Shopkeeper Zhou, isn't it?"

He looked back at Zhou Gang with a smile.

Zhou Gang shivered violently, a honest smile squeezed out from his face, and nodded and responded:

"Yes, that's right."

"I lost my mind after practicing the exercises for a while, but I made the guest laugh and laugh."

Seeing this, Aping was not suspicious, and looked at Zhou Gang, who was sweating profusely, and said sincerely:

"Shopkeeper, you're so awesome..."

Zhou Gang's smile froze, and the smile almost couldn't hold it.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand and patted Aping gently on his head, and smiled:

"Okay, Aping, Manager Zhou must continue practicing martial arts, don't disturb him."

"Besides, your hair has not been dried yet. It's cold outside now, so you don't have to worry about the wind and cold."

"Go into the house quickly, I have something to give to you."

Hearing Wang Anfeng's voice, Aping responded and went into the room obediently. Wang Anfeng glanced at Zhou Gang, entered the room, and closed the door casually.

It was not until this time that Zhou Gang's breath in his heart felt relieved.

My heart relaxed and my body was a little relaxed. I stood there for a while before I came to my senses again. I supported the stone table with one hand and planned to sit on the stool. I thought about what I had just happened, and I regretted and afraid. I sighed heavily. It was cold in winter, and when I exhaled, my breath turned into white air, and I exhaled on the porcelain cup placed on the stone table.

The porcelain cup turned silently into powder.

Zhou Gang's expression suddenly became stiff.

My brain seemed to have turned into paste. After a while, I almost instinctively thought of the scene when Wang Anfeng flicked the teacup just now.

Could it be...

Zhou Gang's eyes widened.

Thoughts flew in his mind, his face became paler and there was almost no blood. With a clatter, he was obviously a magnificent man, but at this time he only supported his right arm on the stone table to maintain his swaying.

The boy's gentle smile was on his eyes.

There was another thought in my mind like a shadow, lingering—

A seventh-grade master!

Inside the room, Wang Anfeng had already handed the mask to Aping, smiling gently, and watching the boy try to cover the delicate disguise mask on his face with joy.

I was thinking secretly in my heart.

He just deliberately revealed the internal skills that a seventh-grade warrior should have, and with his eyesight that can be valued by Tan Yurou, he should be able to discover it.

In this way, Zhou Gang must have been beaten, but he would never dare to have the slightest rebellious intention.

The latter was only brute force when he was exploring in the world. His martial arts were at most considered a master in the ninth level. Although a warrior at the ninth level could fight lions and tigers, he would not have a second choice when facing the pursuit of the seventh level warrior who had refined his internal strength.

I guess I will be honest.

If you are not honest, there are still things that Zhou Gang doesn't want to be known to others in Gongsun Jing's hands over the years.

The world is a battleground, and Tan Yurou can take these originally evil warriors to their own use, which is not just a gentle whisper.

Naturally, he couldn't do anything like talking about girls, and he would put the handles of these evil people in his hands and play with them without hurting himself at all.

If Zhou Gang didn't cooperate, he had to ask the Giant Whale Gang to accept this secret point and write a letter of the secret of the murderer in the world that year and send it to Brother Yan Ling's table...

By the way, today's collusion between the Kanfengtang and the Cui family, as well as the local officials, also seem to have some unclear relationships.

Take some time to write a letter to Brother Yan Ling...

Just when Wang Anfeng was stunned, Aping had already put the mask on his face and stood in front of the bronze mirror in the room for a while. He raised his palm and touched his face. The tentacles were first delicate skin, and then the familiar hideous scar.

His palms were trembling.

He turned around suddenly, walked to Wang Anfeng in a few steps, pointed at his face, opened his mouth, but just said:

"Brother Wang, I'm ready..."

Wang Anfeng closed his distracting thoughts and raised his eyes. What caught his eyes was a face with three-point handsomeness. This disguise mask was considered a top-notch. The hideous scar on Aping's face was nowhere to be seen at all, but because the boy used this disguise mask for the first time, it looked a bit funny.

Wang Anfeng held back his laughter, raised his hand and pulled Aping in front of him, looked up and down, and smiled gently:

"It's not bad."

"This mask is craftsmanship is OK..."

Aping focuses on the key points.

Wang Anfeng thought for a while, looked at Aping and said with a smile:

"Aping, I have some tips on disguise here."

"After you learn it, at least when using this mask, you will be much more familiar with it."

Aping nodded and said:

"I am willing to learn everything that Brother Wang taught me."

Wang Anfeng laughed and said, "Okay, come here, I will teach you now."

As he said that, he took out paper and pen from the table, wrote on the paper, and lowered his voice to Aping to explain in detail. What he taught was naturally impossible to be what Hong Luoyu taught him. The rules of the martial arts of the masters should not be passed on in person, even blood relatives could not be taught.

But when Hong Luoyu was teaching him the skills of the thief, in order to show off, he once casually talked about the skills of other sects. Although he was demoted by Hong Luoyu at that time, Wang Anfeng now knew very well what earth-shaking figures his masters were.

To be honest, even the martial arts that Hong Luoyu calls it a dog shit are worthy of being in the world, let alone these skills that are used to compare with our martial arts.

He remembers it clearly.

In Shaolin Temple.

"Hey, this kid is pretty smart..."

Hong Luoyu smashed his mouth and narrowed his eyes when he smiled.

Beneath him was riding the thin red horse.

This horse seemed to have become a little thinner when he was chasing the Bulao Pavilion, but it became more and more intense, breathing like smoke, like some kind of carnivorous beast.

Mr. Ying rarely spoke without saying anything, his handsome face was indifferent and empty, like an eagle hovering in the sky.

He stood beside him in a Taoist robe.

He put his hands behind him, his head was covered in white hair, but he looked like a young man, his face was soft and there was no sharp spot, and there was a tear mole at the corner of his right eye. He was quietly looking at the illusion in front of him, teaching A Ping's blue shirt.

"Is it him?"

ps: Today's first update is presented......
Chapter completed!