Xie Zhenghao looked at Wang Anfeng who was still carrying a bag, and was still a little embarrassed. He looked at Tang Huixin who was unconscious and gritted his teeth and said:

"Who are you...?"

"This time I came to the No. 1 farm, there is no such physical talent."

Wang Anfeng replied: "I also want to know that Jielu Jiantang is a famous sect, so why did it become a gangster of Baihu Hall?"

Xie Zhenghao's internal organs were as uncomfortable as if he was overwhelmed. At this time, he grinned and said, "What is a ghost? The master saved my life and taught me a lot of martial arts, which made me transform from a beggar into a great swordsman that everyone in the world is afraid of. I am willing to drive the master."

"What do you know?!"

Before the sound fell, a sword had already been released. The wide sword in his hand did not move, and a slender steel sword popped up. The sword technique was weird and cold, pointing directly to Wang Anfeng's vital point. Wang Anfeng clamped the sword edge with his fingers. The short and sharp sword sound was suppressed as soon as it sounded.

Xie Zhenghao immediately guessed that not only the Qinyin was useless, but even the glasses of rice wine they drank had no effect. He felt secretly hatred in his heart. He gritted his teeth and raised his hand to slap the sword. One hand was bleeding, and he rushed towards the side with the broken sword in the other hand. When he saw Wang Anfeng appear in front of him, he shook his hand and shot the broken sword at Tang Huixin.

At the same time, internal force in the body suddenly broke out, and his meridians were broken.

But the qi just started to flow, and a palm was pressed on his shoulder, and the masculine internal force poured into it, suppressing all the riot qi and internal force, and the original suicide process was blocked.

Xie Zhenghao felt complicated and turned to look in the direction of Tang Huixin. He thought he would see a bloody corpse, but he saw another Wang Anfeng reaching out to grab the sword and slowly dissipating.

Just now, I discovered that the man behind him was holding a broken sword in his hand.

Afterimage?

Xie Zhenghao opened his mouth, his heart was shocked. Wang Anfeng threw the broken sword out with his fingers and said carelessly:

"The news I got from Wuxin is indeed good."

"If you plan to wait for an opportunity to assassinate the famous celebrities from the First Village and provoke disputes, these people naturally cannot attack the First Village, but it is enough to make the First Village's prestige fall. If you can no longer suppress the wild and dragon-snake-like world, it will be convenient for you to continue to act in the White Tiger Hall."

"And if you are very careful and difficult to get started, then you will commit suicide."

"Several warriors of the third rank have overturned the world's No. 1 Zhuangxiong Jianghu for decades. No matter how you look at it, they are making a lot of money, right? If it were, I wouldn't hesitate much."

Xie Zhenghao's expression changed several times, Wang Anfeng's voice was confident, and he mentioned the name of Wuxin again, which made him feel that this person seemed to be able to hear their talks last night, and he couldn't stop the chill behind him. He realized that this might be intentional inducement, and he was calm.

But at this time, Wang Anfeng had already taken a step back and said lightly:

"Your pulse speed has increased by 30%.

"It seems that I guessed right...isn't it?"

"you!!"

Xie Zhenghao was slightly stunned, and then he couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry. He raised his hand and suddenly hit one wall, but he still had the desire to die. Wang Anfeng flicked his fingers lightly, and his fingering was fierce. He hit Xie Zhenghao's acupuncture point, containing several qi, which instantly dispersed its internal strength and fell to the ground. After landing, he still cursed.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand and pointed the air and pointed his silence acupoint.

He walked forward and grabbed Xie Zhenghao's broad sword that was landing on the ground.

The broad sword made a knife and slashed down suddenly.

The sound of the sword rose violently.

The fierce and fierce aura mixed with murderous intent. Xie Zhenghao's pupils suddenly contracted, and the cursing sound stopped abruptly. The sword force rubbed his cheeks tightly and penetrated into the ground. Xie Zhenghao's cheeks were torn out by the energy, and many fine scars were drawn out. Blood came out, and his heart almost stopped. It was not until several breaths that he started to beat wildly.

He already knew the identity of the person in front of him.

The younger generation, with unfathomable internal skills and sword skills that are domineering.

Not many people meet these conditions.

Wang Anfeng let go of the hilt of the sword, and the wide sword fell to the ground. Then, without any hesitation, leaned over and grabbed Xie Zhenghao, threw him on the seat, and patted Xie Zhenghao's shoulder with his right hand.

Xie Zhenghao's face turned pale in an instant, and his expression became ferocious and terrifying.

Just as he took a light look, the meridians in his body seemed to have their own spirituality, like twisted snakes, constantly raising their heads and shaking their tails, and curling up their muscles and bones. They were once a iron man who walked through the sword without blinking. Then, a big drop of cold sweat oozed out from his forehead.

I wanted to struggle, but I didn't know when the acupuncture point was lit and I couldn't move.

I wanted to open my mouth and roar, but I was clicked on the mute hole. I tried my best and made a slight and rapid hissing sound in my throat.

Wang Anfeng stood beside the guqin with his hands behind his back, and his fingers fell on the strings.

The sound of the strings suppressed this originally subtle sound.

The sound of the piano stimulated the internal energy, which made Xie Zhenghao feel extremely upset. Mr. Jiang Shouyi naturally would not teach him such tricks. However, after that, his piano skills were always under the supervision of Mr. Ying, but the chess was played badly. Only when he met the third master Hong Luoyu, would the chess basket be evenly matched with the chess basket, and for this reason it made the scribes unhappy.

It’s just that the piano sound is very good, without any dryness.

A full stick of incense has passed, and Xie Zhenghao has fallen limp on the chair like a mud, sweat keeps dripping down. Wang Anfeng finally knocked on the strings of the piano, with a slightly solemn tone, and said lightly:

"This is the basic method for my Yaowang Valley to change my pulse. There are thirty-six kinds of Tiangang numbers on it. There is one method that can prevent you from falling into a coma, and there is also a method used to understand the flow of internal force, which can make the warriors feel several times larger."

"I'm curious."

"Your loyalty to the White Tiger Hall can support you to the first type."

The moment when he knocked on the strings of the piano, Xie Zhenghao's body surged and broke through the mute hole. He collapsed on the chair, still barely sneered, and said, "If you have the ability, kill me..."

Wang Anfeng said calmly:

"I have known a truth long ago that having compassion for the enemy is actually something that makes the enemy happy and the relatives hurt."

"So you don't have to worry about me not being able to do it."

"This is the second type, ordinary."

He didn't intend to listen to Xie Zhenghao's words. After Wang Anfeng finished speaking, he raised his hand and popped up his fingers. Xie Zhenghao's body suddenly stiffened and then tensed. Thick blood vessels on his neck bulged, hovering like a giant python in the deep forest, extremely thick.

After a stick of incense, Xie Zhenghao's eyes lost the desire to struggle before, leaving only a dead ashes.

Wang Anfeng untied his mute hole, sat opposite Xie Zhenghao, and said:

"I have some questions, I want to ask you."

"I hope you can tell me the truth."

"But it doesn't matter if you don't tell the truth. I've always been very patient."

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There are many tourists from the world's No. 1 village today, and they almost choose a time at will. From a distance, there are disciples of swords coming and going on the avenue, attracting those men and women with different dresses. They are all figures who can make a river and lake sway for a few times in many places in the Qin Dynasty.

However, many people can only stay in the villas on the mountainside, and no one is dissatisfied with it.

Jielu Jiantang is the strongest sword sect in the southwest of the Qin Dynasty. The place arranged is a place higher than the mountainside, and it cannot reach the back of the Sanzhong Gate. In the Sanzhong Gate of the First Village, there are the masters of the Seven Sects and the great masters who come and go across the rivers and lakes that are qualified to be.

Even so, the other yard on the top of the mountain will be filled with it.

It is no exaggeration to say that if the one on Kunlun went crazy, he fought all the way to the Sanchong Gate, and killed the residents in the other courtyard in one go, regardless of black and white, and then rushed out from the back mountain. If everyone could not take him down, the Qin Dynasty would not be depressed for a hundred years.

Wang Anfeng opened the window and saw another old man laughing and leaping into the sky.

Many people could hear the laughter, and I don’t know how many people were envious. They have always had good scenery at high places. The scenery at the highest point on the first village may not be very beautiful. They are not able to watch the scenery side by side with the highest status in the entire river and lake. Without mentioning the scenery, this matter is just intoxicating enough.

Wang Anfeng withdrew his gaze.

Behind him, Xie Zhenghao and Tang Huixin, who were born in the White Tiger Hall, were completely in a coma.

After he just asked Xie Zhenghao, he slashed the swordsman who used a wide sword and then woke Tang Huixin up and asked the same question. The process naturally had many twists and turns, and it was not entirely true whether the truth and truth were found, but at least it can be used as a reference.

Kunlun's outflow turned the rivers and lakes that had been calm for a long time into muddy water.

The purpose of Baihu Hall is to completely confuse this world when the second owner of the world's first village is on the throne. It is best to kill some good people in the world, and to anger the first village, and to ruin its reputation and no longer be able to suppress the world.

If the old owner was still there, no one dared to cause trouble. With this palm power, even if the leader of the White Tiger came here in person and was approached within three feet, he would not dare to say that he could take the martial artist's punch and palm. However, the old owner is not here now.

Wang Anfeng looked at the two people behind him, and in turn put several coma poisons in succession. He also used the acupoints of the three sects of the Thief Sect, the Medicine King Valley and Shaolin Temple to sing the acupoints, and then he was at ease to throw the two people here, turned around and went out, and first told Li Bo about the matter. The old man waved his hand and asked him to go by himself. He saw that there was no problem in keeping it here.

Wang Anfeng immediately went out, intending to find the people in the first village, and intending to tell Si Kou Tingfeng the news. The disciple he found happened to be the sword-holding disciple he had asked for help. He heard that he had something to tell the owner of the village. Gong Bairong obviously showed a hesitation on his face and said:

"This... Wang Shaoxia, my husband owner is busy today, and I'm afraid he may not have time."

Wang Anfengdao:

"That's to say that the old friend who watched the Mid-Autumn Festival party in Liangzhou City came here."

Gong Bairong was confused, nodded, pointed to the pavilion next to him, and said:

"Then, please wait a moment here, and I'll report to the owner of the manor."

"But whether to come out to meet depends on the owner's intention."

Wang Anfeng nodded and said:

"This is of course what it should be."

Gong Bairong went there immediately, and Wang Anfeng went to the pavilion and waited. The reason he went to the Western Regions was because he got information from Baihu Hall from Jiuzizai, and he spent a lot of time to find the old man.

Finally, after the Mid-Autumn Festival reception in Liangzhou City, Wuxin introduced it on his behalf.

At that time, not only Qing Feng helped out, but Xue Qinshuang and Si Kou Tingfeng were also walking with him. The people all the way back to Jiannan Road from Fufeng. It was also the first time he met Ximing in Liangzhou City. It was obviously only a few years ago, but it seemed to be yesterday.

I haven't seen each other for a long time, and I don't know what the old friend is like.

Wang Anfeng felt a little expectation in his heart, and he walked left and right, looking at the scenery below from the pavilion. In addition to him, there was an old man in a blue shirt on the pavilion. He held a painting and looked at the scenery below the mountain, and then danced quickly. I think he had been painting for a while, and the green mountains were faintly hidden above the scroll.

Finally, he added a few more strokes and couldn't help but laugh proudly, very proud.

I saw that no one could appreciate it together. I regretted it, but suddenly I found that Wang Anfeng, who was walking when he was painting, had his eyes slightly lit up. He stood up and ignored it, so he took him to look at the painting. Although Wang Anfeng had never learned the method of painting, since Mr. Ying had extraordinary achievements in both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he naturally refused to make him a reckless man who only understood martial arts.

At the moment, the old man could not resist the kindness of the old man, and opened the scroll. He saw that his painting skills were indeed pure and he admired him. If he had his own standards, he would naturally not be able to comment on the old man who had been immersed in landscape paintings for almost a long time.
To be continued...