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Chapter 157 Fufeng Book Keeper (1\2)

The items arranged in the wooden box are exactly the relics that Mr. Ying wanted him to pay attention to.

Wang Anfeng was startled for a moment, and then came to his senses.

Since the other party thought that he did not ask for gold, he gave him this equally valuable thing, but not as vulgar as gold, in order to abate disasters and reduce disasters.

This is treating me as someone who wants to reap benefits but is unwilling to bear the name of being greedy for money...

Wang Anfeng thought up to this point, but he couldn't laugh or cry, but since he got the relics, he felt much more at ease, thinking that it was not suitable to return to Shaolin Temple at this time, so he simply put away these jade beads first, put them in his arms, and turned around went to the kitchen.

He didn't show any abnormalities until night, when he told Bailipong and others that his internal strength had reached a critical moment, so don't disturb him, he went back to the guest room, sat cross-legged on the bed, groped for the beads with his fingers, and whispered road:

"Return to Shaolin Temple."

Accompanied by the feeling of familiarity, the scenery of Shaoshi Mountain spread out in front of him. It was still the same as before, but he felt nostalgic. During this time, because there were always masters around him, he had never returned to Shaolin Temple. Yi Zhen got it, and Fu Mo Fuzi was drunk and fell asleep, so he decided to come back.

The three teachers still looked indifferent, Wang Anfeng came forward to greet him, and then told the latest things, opened the wooden box, put it beside Yuanci and Mr. Ying's chessboard, stayed on the top of this lonely peak for a while, and then got up After leaving, I went to practice in Tongren Lane as usual.

He had recently obtained the swordsmanship of the Sword Master, and today he fought against the Feiyun Swordsman, and he had a lot of insights in his heart, and he just needed to be polished in actual combat in order to achieve perfection.

above the lone peak.

The surrounding environment collapsed into chaos again, Mr. Ying raised his hand and took the wooden box into his hand, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and his expression was slightly disdainful.

Yuan Ci looked up at her friend, knowing something was wrong, and asked slowly:

"what happened?"

The scribe casually popped three of the jade beads out of the wooden box, landed them on the chessboard again, spun them around, closed his eyes slightly, leaned lazily on the bamboo chair, and said:

"Not as bad as I thought."

"The so-called relics are also divided into nine grades. Among them, there are only two useful ones, and the useful parts are far less rich than last time."

The voice paused slightly, then shook his head again, and said coldly:
"Hugh said it's the Star Picker, and even one of his hands can't be reproduced."

"Let's not talk about the mastery of the Thief..."

"The brat's qinggong is really bad."

There was embarrassment on Yuanci's face.

Wang Anfeng's lightness kung fu and agility at this time is his Jianbu Kungfu in Shaolin Temple. Although Shaolin is a master of martial arts, with 72 stunts that shock the world, but Jianbu Kungfu is only used by disciples who have started for three years to carry water up and down mountain roads.During the exercise, it can stimulate the internal energy of the whole body, cleanse the body, and have the effect of strengthening the body.

But Wang Anfeng's cultivation base of the first level of the golden bell cover has become more and more profound at this time, and the effect of this external exercise has gradually become useless.And when it comes to the kung fu of moving lightly, this walking skill is slightly better than the light kung fu of those ordinary gangs in the rivers and lakes, and it is far from being comparable to the famous gangs.

Wu Changqing stroked his beard, thinking that the last time Wang Anfeng was in a dangerous situation, it was because of his poor lightness kung fu that he couldn't get rid of his opponent. As a last resort, he used those dangerous moves, but he was able to escape once, and the second time It may not be useful. After thinking about it in my heart, I said:

"Then how about passing my lightness kung fu to An Feng?"

Two eyes fell on the old man's face. The old man stroked his beard and explained with a smile:

"Although my Yaowanggu's lightness skills are mediocre, the Shaolin Temple's ability to cross the river with a reed can be regarded as a first-class lightness skill in the rivers and lakes. After Dacheng, I can cross the sea of ​​suffering in the world with my body, which is very impressive."

The scribe glanced at him, intending to sneer, but felt that Wu Changqing was also doing it for Wang Anfeng, so it was inconvenient, so he just shook his head and said:

"No."

"The lightness kung fu of the god thief sect is in its own lineage, it is lightness kung fu, and it is also a strange internal kung fu. Although it is just a thief martial art, it cannot be ranked on the stage of elegance..."

He is arrogant by nature, and instinctively ridicules those who look down on him. He said something, but he felt that he was wrong, so his voice paused, and he changed the subject, reluctantly said:

"Well, there's still something to watch..."

"It is a practice that must start from the very beginning."

"Heavy walking skills are fine. If you practice crossing the river with one reed, you must be proficient in Buddhist principles. It is not in line with the concept of martial arts of the gods. It is rare to have both."

The voice fell, and he didn't bother to explain any more, he took out the aura from the two relics and put them away, but he never thought that there were fewer things than he expected, and the expression on his face became more and more unhappy.

If it could have reproduced the tired and lazy five fingers.

Now, it is estimated that it will be cut in half.

He was playing with the three jade beads in his hand. Originally, according to his idea, he wanted to refine all these jade beads into treasures for Wang Anfeng's self-defense, but now he had a new idea.

Anyway, the brat will not be in any danger during this time.

The scribe thought in his heart.

Next, we will stay in Fufeng Academy.

At this speed, even if the thief is made into a stick, it will take no one knows how long it will take.

Frowning and contemplating, Mr. Ying had a faint idea in his mind, and at this moment, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The place where Wang Anfeng left had a connection with Shaolin Temple Zhongyin. At this time, he noticed something strange outside the guest room, frowned slightly, waved his long sleeves, and said softly:
"There are people spying outside the guest room, boy, you go out first."

At this moment, Wang Anfeng was using his swordsmanship to fight against his opponent. He was slightly stunned when he heard the words, and before he could get over his senses, he appeared in the guest room of Beiwu City. The long sword in his hand had not been put away yet. Just as he was about to take the wooden sword back, someone opened the closed window and broke into a person.

Wearing a strong outfit, with clear eyes, she is a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old. She is as bright as an autumn moon, but she is holding a long sword. The sword qi faintly swelled above the edge of the sword, and his expression changed suddenly, showing a faint sluggishness.

wrong……

That's not right with what's written in the script.

The girl's eyes widened.

Isn't he practicing internal strength? !

Shouldn't he be terrified when he sees me in front of him after finishing his work?

Did he already notice it?
When I thought of this, I was stunned, and looked at the young man in front of me again, only to think that he was exactly the same as that Zhao said, but there was an unbelievably strong fighting spirit rising between his brows, which was impressive at first sight. Shocked, the guess in my heart became more and more certain.

How could there be such a strong fighting spirit if he hadn't been aware of it long ago?
Being seen through his whereabouts, it is inevitable that there will be some horror in her heart. In such a state of mind, the girl only feels that the boy in front of her is becoming more and more unfathomable. Even though he is dressed in ordinary clothes, he is like an epee without a sharp edge, and his aura is overwhelming.

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In the city of Fufeng County, the yamen under the jurisdiction of Dali Temple.

There was a loud and clear voice from the sky, and a flying eagle landed. The little official teased it, took off the letter paper on his leg, only glanced at it casually, his expression changed slightly, and hurried back to the room.

There were two people chatting casually inside the door, one was the officer here, and the other was a famous arrester from Tianjing City who was passing by to handle the case. It is said that he was in his early twenties, but he looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with a fair complexion. , gentle and amiable, with a pair of especially soft eyes, not as cruel as the rumors say.

The petty official didn't dare to look any further, so he hurriedly walked up to the chief, handed over the letterhead, and whispered in his ear twice, the middle-aged official looked slightly startled, then waved his hand, ordering his subordinates to retreat.

The famous arrester on the opposite side smiled lightly and said, "Master Wu, what's the matter?"

"Then don't bother if you don't care."

The official said with a smile: "Haha, what Mr. Wuxin said is not a big deal, it's just that in Beiwu City, there was a fight on the star list, so I reported it, and I have to report it to Tianjing."

Wuxin nodded knowingly, this is the practice of Daqin, so he didn't care about it in his heart, the official unfolded the letter paper, glanced at it casually, let out a sigh, and praised:
"It's really amazing to be able to defeat the opponent within ten moves, and to cut out the sword energy."

"Wang Anfeng, I have never heard of this name before."

"I am in the world of Qin, and I am indeed as talented as a dragon."

Wuxin, who didn't care much at first, heard the words Wang Anfeng, was slightly taken aback, and then saw the official frowning in thought, and said:
"Since this Wang Anfeng is from Fufeng County, his nickname should be given by the official, and then sent to Tianjing... Well, since he uses a sword, he is also called Anfeng, so he is called the Blast Sword?"

"It's not right... It's quite domineering to defeat Feiyun Swordsman with just ten moves."

"Or is it called the Storm Sword Tyrant?"

The official over there frowned in thought, feeling a little weird in Wu Xin's heart.

Thinking of the mild-tempered young man competing in martial arts with others, and clasping his fists to say "Blaster Sword Overlord Anfeng", he couldn't help laughing. Seeing his appearance, the official also knew that he was not good at naming names, so he coughed lightly with embarrassment on his face. ,road:

"Master Wuxin, why don't you give me an idea?"

Hearing this, Wuxin stopped chuckling, thought for a while, and said:

"I've heard of him before. He is the librarian of Fufeng Academy. Why don't we call him the librarian of Fufeng Academy?"

There was a slight pause in the voice, and Fu remembered the time when the two had fought, and added:
"My spies once reported to me that Wang Anfeng's internal strength is mediocre, he has just entered the ninth rank, and he is good at swordsmanship. His lightness skill is ordinary, and his external skill..."

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, and the long and narrow pupils are like the pupils of a fox, saying:
"Extremely bad."

Three years ago, the famous arrester Wuxin became famous for being selfless. Hearing this, the official didn't have any doubts. He silently read the five characters of Fufeng Cangshushou, and felt that the name was more appropriate than what he thought. He praised it and pulled it out. A piece of paper, write on it with a pen:
"Fufeng Library Keeper, Wang Anfeng."

"Feiyun Swordsman was defeated with ten strokes, and he was able to cut out sword energy with a nine-level posture. His swordsmanship is extraordinary, but his internal strength is mediocre."

"Extremely poor external skills."

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