In the early morning, the entire Windy City was still quiet
Next to the two huge stone lions outside Huiyao Hall, there is a young disciple standing next to each. They are both innate perfection. They press the handle of the knife with their hands and their eyes are shining, making people dare not look directly.
The two people stood on both sides of the door, one on the left and one on the right, with a strong momentum, like two door gods.
The bright sunshine shone on them, but it could not dispel the coldness on their bodies.
The two of them had tense faces, but their hearts were relaxed.
The air was exceptionally fresh, mixed with the sound of burning firewood, which made them want to run home and have a full meal. They were already hungry after standing all night.
Even if they are hungry, they are still full of energy and full of energy.
The two of them heard a faint sound of footsteps and cheered up. They saw a short and thin middle-aged man walking from the street, who was not noticeable in the crowd. He had a mediocre appearance and dull eyes.
The fierceness in their eyes suddenly disappeared, and they smiled on their faces and looked at the middle-aged man approaching: "What do you want, Your Excellency?"
"I have always heard that the helmsman of the Gale Helm, Zhao Dahe, is very skilled in martial arts. I came here to see him and learn from him in person!" the middle-aged man said slowly, clasping his fists.
"You?" The two of them were startled: "You want to challenge the helmsman?"
"Exactly." The middle-aged man nodded slowly.
The two of them looked at the middle-aged man carefully to avoid being pretended to be a pig to eat the tiger. There are many masters who hide their secrets, and there will be no good consequences for neglecting him.
He has a thin figure, and his dark green gown is a bit too big, making him even thinner. A gust of wind seems to blow him away. No matter how you look at it, this middle-aged man is not a martial arts master. He has no internal strength at all and is weak in spirit.
Just an ordinary, ordinary person.
"Sir, please stop joking!" A young guard shook his head and said: "Our helmsman is busy and we really don't have time to see people waiting. It's better to challenge elsewhere. The Tiger Roaring Hall is good and very powerful. You can try it.
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"I'm Zheng Yanwu!" the middle-aged man said, cupping his fists.
"Zheng Yanwu?" The two of them were startled.
They were very familiar with this name. Zheng Tianhe's father was said to be a reclusive master of the White Tiger Sect and was over a hundred years old.
"Haha, your Excellency can really joke!" A young guard laughed and said: "Senior Zheng is a top expert over a hundred years old. How could he look like this? Is it possible that your appearance has changed?"
"I'm Zheng Yanwu, I promise to replace you!" the middle-aged man said slowly, "Can't I get into Guiduan?"
He said and walked forward.
The two young guards hurriedly took a step forward, stood side by side in front of him, blocking the road in front, and said in a deep voice: "Stop, don't blame us for being rude if you come forward again!"
Regardless of whether he knows martial arts or not, they can't let him in until he reveals his identity.
"Alas..." Zheng Yanwu shook his head and waved his right sleeve lightly.
"Bang bang!" The two young guards seemed to have been hit by a high-speed carriage. They flew backwards and hit the stone lions behind them. They grinned and their faces were twisted into a ball.
"You are really Zheng Yanwu!" the two people shouted in surprise.
They fell to the ground, took something out of their arms and threw it into the air.
"Bang!" A black shadow shot up into the sky, then exploded into a black cloud that curled up.
Amidst the brisk footsteps, a group of people came out of the door and surrounded Zheng Yanwu in the blink of an eye.
Zheng Yanwu squinted his eyes slightly and shook his head: "There are so many people in the wind helm!"
He saw more than thirty people surrounding him, all of them were masters with strong cultivation, far beyond his own knowledge.
"Who is your Excellency?" Hu Ya shouted.
"Zheng Yanwu!"
"Are you really Senior Zheng Yanwu?" Hu Ya couldn't believe it.
None of them had seen Zheng Yanwu, but they felt that a man over a hundred years old, with a white beard and eyebrows and a youthful face, could not look like a middle-aged man, and his appearance did not look similar to that of Zheng Tianhe.
What's more important is that he really doesn't have the appearance of a top master in the world. He is just like an ordinary person. It's ridiculous for a random passerby to say that he is a master who has been hidden for a hundred years.
Zheng Yanwu said calmly: "Every wrongdoer has a debtor, and I'm looking for your helmsman, Zhao Dahe!"
"Senior Zheng's arrival is unlucky!" Hu Ya clasped his fists and said, "The helmsman just went out last night. It is said that he is practicing a secret technique to deal with Senior Zheng. He will not be back until tonight. If Senior Zheng wants to meet the helmsman for a while, he can
Please wait a moment!”
"Did he escape?" Zheng Yanwu frowned and looked at him.
Hu Ya shook his head: "Senior Zheng, don't worry. He dares to be the helmsman and will never run away. Why don't senior Zheng wait for a day and he will see the helmsman in the evening? Even if the helmsman disappears, we will still be there."
"What's the point of killing you?" Zheng Yanwu said calmly.
In his eyes, they were really not worth mentioning and not worth taking action against.
What's more, he is also afraid of the Great Guangming Peak. No matter how powerful he is, he has no chance of winning when facing the revenge of the Great Guangming Peak. He only kills Zhao Dahe to avenge the murder of his son. Personal grudges have nothing to do with the sect dispute, and the Great Guangming Peak has nothing to say.
"Then I would like to send you off to Senior Zheng." Hu Ya clasped his fists.
Zheng Yanwu said calmly: "I will come over tonight and let Zhao Dahe wash his neck. Don't run away!"
"Yes." Hu Ya said.
Zheng Yanwu sneered, turned around, and appeared at the corner of the street the next moment, and disappeared the next moment.
Everyone looked at his extremely fast movements, their faces were heavy and they had different thoughts.
Chu Li was staying in a small house not far from Hu Xiaotang, quietly practicing the thirty-six postures of nourishing qi. After practicing a few times, he sat down to adjust his breath, then got up and practiced the thirty-six postures of nourishing qi, and so on.
The situation in the gale rudder was clearly reflected in his mind, but he ignored it and continued to focus on practicing his thirty-six postures of nourishing qi.
Zheng Yanwu left the Gale Helm and returned to the Tiger Roaring Hall.
Hu Xiaotang has lost its backbone. The two masters who stayed behind comforted everyone and barely managed to keep the group together. However, their energy and spirit had dispersed. Chu Li had directly removed the bones and tendons. They were no longer the same as before in Gale City.
The power of one class.
Surrounded by everyone, the two welcomed Zheng Yanwu into the Tiger Roar Hall and reported to Zheng Yanwu alone.
Zheng Yanwu looked calm and still spoke slowly, showing no sign of anger.
Listening to the detailed report of the two people, they were noncommittal. In the end, they just asked lightly whether Zhao Dahe killed Zheng Tianhe. As for the other things, they didn't ask much about it. They didn't ask why they started fighting or why they killed Zheng Tianhe.
He closed his eyes and beat the two of them, then walked around the small courtyard where Zheng Tianhe lived before his death, his face getting darker and darker.
The voice and smile of Zheng Tianhe when he was a child flashed in his mind. When he got older, he had a son, who was loved like a grandson and received countless joys. When he thought about the eternal separation between heaven and man, his heart still ached.
So no matter what, regardless of the rules of not entering the martial arts world for a hundred years, even if he is about to die, he must kill Zhao Dahe first before he can have the face to see Zheng Tianhe.
After a while, he calmed down and started practicing.
He was confident in killing Zhao Dahe, but he didn't want to capsize in the gutter, so he had to go all out no matter what.
Zhao Dahe is a rising star of the Guangming Holy Cult. The Guangming Holy Cult cherishes the disciples who enter the Great Guangming Peak and will never allow any of them to suffer losses, so they will definitely send help!
Thinking of this, he felt a little heavy, but fortunately the Guangming Holy Religion would not send out a hundred-year-old master, so he had a great chance of killing Zhao Dahe.
Even if someone is protecting him, he must kill Zhao Dahe. Anyone who stops him is his murderous enemy.
He sat on the couch to calm down, slowly dissipate his murderous aura, calm down his mood, recharge his batteries, and prepare for the battle at night.
Chu Li frowned. He had been waiting for Zheng Yanwu to practice the White Tiger Magic Technique, but Zheng Yanwu only sat on the couch to calm his nerves, but did not practice the White Tiger Magic Technique! (To be continued.) 8