Turning the last two words of his name upside down, Wang Anfeng, whose pseudonym was Feng An, and worried Tian Zhide and the others left the Shenwu Mansion convoy, turned over and ran towards the inn in the north.

The red horse is still venting in Shaolin Temple, and the green dragon horse Xue Qinshuang is using it. What Wang Anfeng is riding now is just a bad horse from the stables of the Shenwu Mansion. It is worth only five hundred silver, and can barely be considered to be able to run. If you want to travel eight hundred a day, your level of traveling thousands of miles at night is far inferior.

But at this time, Tian Zhide whipped his beloved horse one by one, and he didn't feel any distress at all. Wang Anfeng sat down on the bad horse and seemed to know his master's thoughts. He didn't dare to be lazy and slick. He rushed forward with all his strength, his mane dancing, and for a moment he had two powerful horses.

It was only a few dozen miles away, and without worrying about the speed of the elderly Liu Ling and Shenwu Mansion convoy, it took only a moment to gallop.

When the two of them rushed into the town, the bustling and bustling roads of the town were empty when they left, and they could clearly call it a dead silence. In this dead silence, the sound of weapons collisions and screams from the opposite side of the mulberry forest could be heard.

Tian Zhide's expression changed slightly, and he calmed down. He pulled the horse and Wang Anfeng apart, asking him to wait for a while and wait here only, and don't get close. If he doesn't see him come out for a while, there is no need to hesitate, turn around and turn away, hurry to find the original horse, tell them that things are not good, and quickly leave to Jiannan Road.

After saying that, he turned over without hesitation, held a gun in his right hand, and took a lighter pace. He circled a circle two or three hundred meters away from the inn, climbed up the tree secretly, held his breath and silenced, and then suddenly he flew down the air with the gun in, using the terrain to kill the generals.

When he jumped down, the middle-aged warrior who was calm and cautious along the way, and even a bit honest, opened his eyes and looked ferocious, as if a tiger descending the mountain, without any mercy. He obviously did not leave any way out for himself. Then several screams sounded, and someone poked a hole.

Wang Anfeng did not listen to him, and gently knocked his heels on the horse's belly and drove the horse forward. The bad horse was unhappy. Wang Anfeng laughed, raised his hand and gently pressed it on the horse's back, and divided a thread of internal force into it and flowed.

The internal strength of Buddhism is roughly divided into two types: one is the Bodhisattva who is squinted and the Buddha who is compassionate, and the other is the Vajra's Grim Eyes King and the Dharma Protector.

The golden bell cover that Wang Anfeng practiced was based on the Diamond Sutra. Although he had the great enlightenment of holding the power of Vajra to eliminate all three thousand afflictions, there was also the mystery of all conditioned phenomena being like dreams and bubbles. He immediately sootheed the restlessness of the mount and drove the horse forward quietly. Because it had not made too loud noises, the warriors also concentrated on fighting, but did not reveal their movements.

When he was standing next to a mulberry tree on one side, Wang Anfeng turned over, and the charm of his eyes was hidden in his eyes, bringing the courtyard in front of the inn. Last night, a heavy rain washed the bluestone floor clean and quiet, but at this time it was covered with a thick layer of blood.

In the courtyard, dozens of warriors fought fiercely, and the sound of swords colliding was comparable to the heavy rain last night. Half were the magnificent men who entered the inn yesterday, and the other was the swordsmen wearing black-clad swords.

When warriors fight, as long as they are not similar in martial arts, they can see life and death in just over a dozen moves. In the short time when Wang Anfeng and his two stopped, they had already fallen down twenty or thirty good players.

Tian Zhide secretly attacked, and blood was already seen on the spear in his hand. Now he was using the Fei Family Breaking Yue gun technique to the fullest. The spear in his hand danced cold light and responded to three sect warriors one by one.

Tian Zhide previously believed that he was far from being a match for Chen Jinyu, but he suffered some losses from not really fighting in the world. He freely practiced shooting skills under Poyue's sect, listening to big guns day after day after day.

If there are certainly not many famous killer moves, but the first-hand swordsmanship based on this most basic skill is not necessarily much worse than the direct descendants of those sects.

At this time, the honest man did not leave a way out for himself. The spear in his hand seemed to tear open the evil tiger and dragon in his disguise, stirring up violent energy, and pierced blood holes on the three surrounding swordsmen.

However, his junior brother Situ Che was not as lucky as his senior brother. He was injured on his arm, so he could not let Fei Poyue's shooting skills go out to protect the two girls. Seeing his senior brother return to fight, his face was filled with guilt and touching.

Wang Anfeng leaned against the mulberry tree and did not go out rashly. Instead, he restrained his breath more. Although he was fighting twice, several people in the black-clothed swordsman did not take action.

Several arrogant swordsmen gathered next to an old man like stars arching the moon. The old man had a slender figure, white hair and beard, holding a wide sword in his right hand, and only watched the situation change calmly. He actually had two parts of the grand master's demeanor of Abyss and Yuezhi, which was quite conspicuous.

As if seeing such a low-ranking warrior fighting like this was too boring, the old man raised his eyes and spoke:

"Old man in Wu, when will you hide?"

"Are you afraid? Hahaha... Where did you get the heroic spirit of killing the dragon by the river with Ren Changge?! Could it be that you fed the dog?"

Unlike his appearance, his voice is quite bold, obviously with a rich internal force that has been tempered by years. The sound of mockery echoes in this world.

The girl who was protected by Situ Che in the middle had already opened her hat, holding a sword in her hand, with black hair hanging down on her shoulders, and although her face was a little pale, she was still heroic, and said lightly:

"What are you afraid of just a traitor?"

The old man laughed and said:

"Miss Lan has no bad demeanor, which is completely different from your corrupt father. If it weren't...haha, no matter what, I admire the girl's temperament, and in the end I will definitely not humiliate the girl's body."

The girl looked calm, but the maid next to her was already trembling with anger.

Miss Lan?

Wang Anfeng narrowed his eyes and felt a little more confident.

Just when he heard Situ Che asks Tian Zhide to deliver a letter to the Chengzhong Academy, he had two expectations. It was important, so he took advantage of the move of holding Tian Zhide's palm and not letting him bow down, and he secretly touched the carefully hidden letter.

Then when Tian Zhide warned Fei Yonglin, he took a look and had no time to put it back. He could only refuse to pick it up from the ground. As for the mud on it, it was just a shallow method, so how could it be difficult for him?

I don’t want to cause trouble, but now I have to take the initiative to break in.

Wang Anfeng smiled helplessly.

The right hand spread out, and a yellow-orange copper coin slipped out from the cuff, and it was sandwiched between the fingers, with a trace of blood on it, which was exactly the one that I picked up.

When the sixth-grade swordsman turned around and fled, he secretly attacked the swordsman's key point with this copper plate, and made a mustard seed Kunlun in one go, which made him scatter in one breath, and then he staggered and fell down, slashing hard on his back by Cao Limin and the other two who caught up later.

Otherwise, if a few of them didn't take action, a sixth-grade swordsman would still be able to escape if he wanted to run away.

It seemed that the words of the white-haired swordsman had worked. With a cold snorkeling, a young man of the same age floated out of the shadow. Although he was wearing a blue shirt like a abandoned Taoist, his elegant temperament was far above the latter. His face was a little pale and his breath was slightly unstable.

Wang Anfeng is good at medical skills. He looks at it and asks and turns. He knows at a glance that the old man has suffered internal injuries, but he still has such a dignity and grace when he is seriously injured. This is rare for an old scholar who can be called a master of scholarship.

There is it in Fufeng Palace, under the city of Tianjing, and in Jiangnan Road, only Ye Xuan, one of the seven sects in the world.

Wang Anfeng couldn't help but laugh at himself. He had just had a conflict with Yi Ye Xuan Xuan and Yuan Hong, and even killed him with one hand. But now he wanted to fight against the sect's children who were incredible for the sake of Yi Ye Xuan's disciples, and by the way, he had to fight against countless troubles.

There is no reason for many things in the world.

But he had to take action only by relying on the girl's name.

Jiang Lan.

On the way to Jiang Guanlan.

As the letter said, it is the only daughter of Ye Xuanxuan.

Wang Anfeng still remembers that he was really helpless twice in his life. Once in the Medicine Buddha Valley, surrounded by wolves, isolated and helpless, and the other time he was at Liuxu Villa when he was a teenager.

At that time, his martial arts skills were low, so he became angry. He thought that Liu Wuqiu, the owner of Liuxu Villa, was connected to the evil demons and heretics. Although he escaped the death disaster at the banquet, he could not rush out and shrank into the study, almost as if he was waiting for death.

Three teenagers were chatting in a low voice to give themselves courage.

At that time, where were there any family or poor families?

The sick young master Xiahou said that his stupid wife who was ten years old who cheated her home with a candied haws was shining in her eyes.

He kept calling her candied haws.

If he died in Forget the Immortal, candied haws would not cry into tears?

Wang Anfeng laughed softly, and he was not interested in seeing a big man crying like a tearful person. He took a deep breath and his spine rose one by one.

It penetrates Kunlun in one go.
Chapter completed!