"hehe."

An Qisheng would smile, hang up the phone casually, and walk towards the second floor.

The experiment in the dream may not affect reality, but he already knows Ruan Xiuping's. This person is always in a state of worry, sensitive and suspicious.

The more he didn't say it, the more he became afraid and dared not escape.

Sure enough, in the monitoring room on the second floor, Ruan Xiuping looked at the man in the hooded hood that was coming without any haste, and sat with a gloomy face, not daring to move.

Who is this?

Do you have any accomplices outside?

How many people are ambushing at the end of the secret passage?

While Ruan Xiuping was thinking a lot, An Qisheng slowly pushed open the door and walked in, sitting opposite him casually.

It's like an old friend meeting, greeting him without any hostility:

"Ruan Xiuping, a native of Yue, lurked in Daxuan for twenty years. He initially did the business of selling human organs. Later, he took the line from the Fusang people and became an intelligence dealer..."

"Who are you?"

Ruan Xiuping's body was tense and highly nervous.

"You don't know who I am yet? It seems that your intelligence is not enough to collect it!"

An Qisheng tapped the table with his fingers, which seemed casual, but in fact it was loose on the outside and tight on the inside.

He sat in a false sense, but in fact he was not next to the chair, like a squatting horse stance, tapping the table with one hand and holding the edge of the table with the other hand, ready to explode at all times.

"Are you a law enforcement warrior? Or a special brigade?"

Ruan Xiuping's chest was undulating and his palm slowly stretched down.

"You still want to struggle?"

An Qisheng put his eyelids on and spoke lightly:

"Do you think the pistol in the third drawer on your left hand is enough to get you away?"

"you!"

Ruan Xiuping finally couldn't help it, and opened the drawer with a "slam" and was about to take a gun.

Bang!

An Qisheng, who had been waiting for this moment, suddenly stomped his feet, and his palm, holding the lower edge of the table, suddenly raised his hand, overturning the table to the ground.

Bang ~

The files on the desk fell all over the floor.

At the same time, he tapped the five fingers on the table and poked forward, slapped Ruan Xiuping's throat like a tiger pounced on food.

One step, one hand holds, and one hand goes in, and the other hand is the three-point hand of Baji Yingmen.

"ah!"

Ruan Xiuping was hit by the table and staggered. Before he could stand firm, he felt his throat itchy.

Seeing that An Qisheng was fierce, he couldn't help but lower his waist, bowed, and passed through the flying documents with his hands. His five fingers looked like Zhang Fei Zhang, and like a chicken pecking at rice, he held An Qisheng's back waist.

"Oh!"

Looking at the scenes I had seen many times in my dream, An Qisheng couldn't help but smile.

The arm he poked out raised and bent up, and his elbow suddenly slammed down, slamming hard on the back of Ruan Xiuping's neck.

Eight-pole elbows are like guns,

This heavy elbow from top to bottom is like an ancient general riding a large horse who shot a soldier from top to bottom.

With a "click" sound, Ruan Xiuping's neck was interrupted!

"Huh~~~"

As soon as Ruan Xiuping's hand touched An Qisheng's clothes, he slammed on the ground with a thud. The broken neck was folded in half, and his head, which was only connected to the flesh, was thrown on his back like a ball.

The bloodshot eyes stared at An Qisheng tightly, dying with his eyes closed.

"call!"

It was not until Ruan Xiuping died that An Qisheng slowly let out a breath.

The fighting method is only in three moves and two moves, but only you know the danger.

Ruan Xiuping was a serious offender who was absconded by Yue Kingdom. His pistol skills were very good. Fortunately, his kung fu was just average. Although he had Ming energy, he was not his opponent.

With his intentional calculations and no intentions, he was beaten to death on the spot with two moves.

Bang!

An Qisheng raised the table and took out a pistol hidden by Ruan Xiuping from the mezzanine of the drawer.

"It's a pity that it's useless to me."

An Qisheng played with it twice, and he had been dreaming of Wang Anfeng, so he could naturally play with the gun.

However, in Daxuan, it is difficult to move with a gun, but it is not as convenient as a fist.

After putting down the gun, searching for it quickly, and after nothing gained, An Qisheng took out his cell phone and called.

"It's done?"

On the other end of the phone, Wang Zhixuan's voice was a little hoarse.

"Are you injured?"

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

"There is a senior brother from Shanzhuang who is a master. It took some effort to kill him."

Wang Zhixuan took a deep breath and said calmly:

"The line behind Ruan Xiuping is related to several overseas forces. Don't stay for too long, I will deal with the ones behind."

An Qisheng agreed to hang up the phone and cleaned up a little.

Later, I came to the front desk and knocked out the terrified little girl with a little apology. I deleted all the surveillance about myself before leaving the homestay.

At this time, the moon is full of the sky and the bright moonlight covers the earth.

An Qisheng turned around and looked at the homestay, hurried into the moonlight, and returned to the hotel.

"You have murderous aura."

In An Qisheng's room, Feng Mingtao narrowed his eyes slightly and noticed something was wrong.

This is a very subtle feeling that others may not be able to detect, but Feng Mingtao felt it keenly.

"Good luck, I saw a fugitive on a wanted warrant."

An Qisheng said lightly, walked into the bathroom and started taking a shower.

"So good luck?"

Feng Mingtao raised his eyebrows.

He wandered around for a long time without any gains. This kid actually gained something after a while?

After washing up, An Qisheng walked out of the bathroom and his breath had calmed down.

Except for the real murderer, no one will feel happy after killing.

The feeling of killing life is not wonderful for An Qisheng, who has experienced the countdown to life.

"We are afraid we will be in vain this time in Wudang Mountain."

Feng Mingtao sighed.

"What's wrong?"

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

"Do you know who is the person who will take over the mission of killing Mulong City?"

Feng Mingtao glanced at An Qisheng, said directly without any hesitation:

"It's Mr. Xiaogu."

"Gu Changsheng wants to kill Mulong City?"

An Qisheng was shocked.

He had seen Gu Changsheng take action in the martial arts museum. The three masters of Huajin were easily beaten to death by him, and he was suspected to have already carried the pill and sat on the straddle.

But who is the one in Mulong City?

In the Dan Realm that died in his hands for thirty years, there were many Gangjin. One of them fought against two and killed one, and the other was seriously injured and closed for decades to death.

Even if Gu Changsheng holds the pill and sits on the stride, he will not be his opponent.

"In the evening, around the time you went out, Mr. Xiaogu stood up, spoke to Mulongcheng, and made a three-year agreement."

A hint of admiration appeared on Feng Mingtao's face, and it was a pity:

"Mulong City's goal of coming to Daxuan has been received by Mr. Xiaogu in the Martial Arts General Museum. Although Daxuan has come to Mulong City, it may not necessarily come to Wudang Mountain."

"Then the boxers on Wudang Mountain shouldn't leave? They've all come, and it would be a pity to just disperse like this."

An Qisheng didn't care whether Mulong City would come, but only whether the masters gathered in Wudang Mountain would disperse.

"It shouldn't be possible to disperse. There are many masters coming to Wudang Mountain this time. The Wudang Sect Taoist Master Juechen has come out of seclusion. I guess most of them will visit him tomorrow."

Feng Mingtao said as he stretched:
Chapter completed!