The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 641 Bald
In Yanxi County City, outside the east gate, a piece of yellow paper with portraits on it was pasted on the wall. There were three times more soldiers guarding the east gate than before, and they checked the passers-by more carefully.

A bald monk of medium build, with a white monk robe and a long box on his back, was quietly waiting in line to enter the city. From the corner of his eye, he occasionally caught sight of a bearded man on the city wall, with the corners of his mouth twitching.

It had been less than half a month since Jiang Shang met Bai Jiantao that day, and he hadn't returned to the door for a long time. Right now, his superiors have posted his arrest warrant.

Just seeing this arrest warrant, he couldn't help wanting to hit someone, his eyes were like copper bells, his nose was like a knife, and the black spots on his face looked like pockmarks.

He couldn't help complaining, although I don't say that I am handsome and extraordinary, but at least I can be called handsome and upright. How come I look like a bird when I come to you? Is it possible that the painter? Are you painting with your feet?

Of course, this was just a joke, the God Catchers would not make such a low-level mistake, the only possibility is that the God Catchers also intentionally mediated for him, not really defining him as a must arrest criminal.

Thinking of this, Xiang Yang couldn't help touching his bald head. In order to change his appearance, he used the method of shrinking bones and changing tendons to transform into an ordinary person's figure, and then used the method of transferring Qi and blood to fine-tune his appearance, changing it into an ordinary appearance .

This is nothing, for once and for all, he even shaved off his long golden hair, fearing that the hair would be too flamboyant and expose himself.

Just as he was thinking about something, it was his turn to investigate. He compared the portraits on the yellow paper, and then asked about Li Luyin and the like. He was easily dealt with by the well-prepared Xiang Yang, and he was put into the city.

Therefore, a master is wanted and has too many means to avoid being hunted. It is really difficult to catch these ordinary people.

After entering the city, Xiang Yang picked up his mood, and weighed the wooden box behind him, which contained Que Xie and Xuanbing Shenmu. He came here to learn more about his case.

For example, who reported the case? He had already left Nanxiang when he took away Quexie. It stands to reason that even if Nanxiang was destroyed, it would not be his responsibility.

Secondly, he really wanted to know some relevant information so that he could find out which turtle son was framing him. He had many enemies, but the most likely one was the Demon Gate.

After all, people from the Ice Demon lineage had infiltrated into Nanxiang, and if it wasn't for him, they might have fallen into the hands of this lineage. The suspicion was very serious.

Finally, and most importantly, he wanted to know what the attitude of the God Catchers towards him was, whether they had to be arrested, or deal with it, or they also believed in him, but they just suffered from no evidence to clear themselves of suspicion.

Seeing his portrait on the city wall today, to be honest, Xiang Yang feels a lot more at ease, at least it shows that there are still some people in the God of Catchment for him.

With his martial arts right now, as long as he is not caught by the three famous arresters in red, no one should keep him, so his safety is guaranteed. As for who to find, Xiang Yang already has an idea in his mind.

It wasn't Xi Xian, the head arrester of Jin Zhang, nor Xu Anbo, who had a close friendship with him, but Meng Feiyang, the arrester of Jin Zhang who was second only to him in the limelight recently, and who had risen like a fly. There was still a relationship between them.

In the evening, Meng Feiyang walked home alone along the quiet street, thinking about all the evidence related to the case during the day.

Suddenly, he reached out sideways and caught a flying stone. With a slight squeeze, the stone was crushed, and a white figure flashed across the roof of a residential house on one side, which was particularly conspicuous in the dark night.

Without making a sound, Meng Fei raised his toes and flew seven or eight feet away to chase after the figure that the person in front left from time to time. He knew very well that the person was trying to lure him over, and wanted to see what tricks the other party had up his sleeve.

This is the so-called daring of a high-skilled person. If he changes another person, his first reaction is definitely not to chase after him, but to worry that there is some conspiracy against him. This is the reaction of ordinary people.

At the beginning, Meng Feiyang asked himself to practice the magical skills of the Fire Worship Sect, and he had few opponents in the day after tomorrow, but he was defeated by Xiang Yang with pure martial arts.

Then he realized the Huowu Dafa passed down from generation to generation from the Huowu Iron Order, combined with the Supreme Lihuo Jue, his cultivation base improved day by day, his martial arts increased sharply, and he asked himself that if he met Xiang Yang again, he would never lose, and regained his confidence .

The two ran and chased like ghosts in the night, but within half a moment, they were far away from the crowded place and came to a luxuriant grove beside the city.

"Friends ahead can stop now. If you have something to ask me, you can be open and honest now. Going forward, I don't guarantee that I will keep my hand."

After all, Meng Feiyang is not a reckless and ignorant person. He stopped in front of the forest and kept a safe distance. Even if there was an ambush, he could escape here immediately. He had this confidence.

"Meng Feiyang, I haven't seen you for a long time. Unexpectedly, the world has changed. I became a wanted criminal. You, the holy son of the Zoroastrianism, have suddenly transformed into a gold medal catcher of the God Catcher Sect. You are really fickle."

Xiang Yang turned his head and lost his bone shrinking skills, his figure skyrocketed a few points, he was much taller, his face also returned to his original appearance, and his tone was calm, neither salty nor bland.

"It's you? You came to me to ask about Nanxiang's case? Why do you think I will help you instead of arresting you?
If you want to use my identity to threaten you, then you don't have to. Whether it's Xi Tutou or the upper echelons of the Shenzhumen, you all know that I'm from the Zoroastrian Cult, so you can't threaten me. "

Meng Feiyang's eyes flashed brightly, revealing a trace of surprise. Although he was surprised by the bald monk's current attire, he still recognized him at a glance.

For Xiang Yang, his impression is too deep, even he has a supernatural power, and he has a lot to do with Xiang Yang.

He didn't know where Xiang Yang got the Fire Mist Iron Order, and he didn't know how he learned about his relationship with the Fire Mist Iron Order, but he knew everything, and the other party's martial arts, only the unfathomable four words to describe.

Originally, he wanted to take the opportunity of entering the God Catchment Gate to fight Xiang Yang again to see who wins and who loses now. Unfortunately, things changed too fast, and the other party was in trouble in the blink of an eye. Even he didn't expect that there would be Such a change, of course, is not without opportunities in the future.

Looking at Meng Feiyang, Xiang Yang also felt a sense of a world away, soldiers turned into thieves, and thieves became soldiers, which reminded him of Forrest Gump's words.

Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what the next one will taste like.

He could no longer see the depth of Meng Feiyang's martial arts. There was a strange spiritual power overflowing from the opponent's body, like the sun like fire, gathering and dispersing like awns, and the spiritual martial arts was obviously accomplished.

What made him more concerned was that the other party's words were basically known by the God catching door, and he could still be promoted to a gold medal catcher. Is the person above playing a big game of chess?

Or is it that the Fire Worship Cult made another move that made everything turn around? After all, the attitude of the God Catcher is really puzzling.

(End of this chapter)