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Chapter 305 The Ministry of Criminal Justice Arrests the Head (12)

In Shaolin Temple.

Wang Anfeng sat cross-legged on the top of the isolated peak.

All over the body, the clothes that were just ordinary fabrics gradually changed their material, no longer fluttering with the wind, but hanging down, the color became darker and darker, like fine iron that has melted away its dryness after thousands of tempering.

The boy's eyes were slightly closed, his face was expressionless, but his body was trembling slightly.

The vital qi stuffed in the meridians was compressed because of this, and it kept hitting the meridians, making him pale involuntarily.

The scribe in Tsing Yi raised his right hand from Wang Anfeng's shoulder. Between his fingers, three crystal-clear relics lost their aura, slowly disintegrated, and turned into powder. Such things are extremely rare. At one time, almost a third of the reserves were used up in two years.

And the direct manifestation of such a high price is that the clothes on his body have been completely changed.

The young man slowly opened his eyes, using only his own body to raise his palm without using internal force, and noticed the weight that was like a wave of water, which would constantly adjust with his movements. A look of surprise appeared on his face, and he said:
"Amazing……"

Mr. Ying withdrew his right hand and said lightly:
"It's just something you can get at your fingertips, I don't know much..."

Wang Anfeng shook his head and exclaimed:
"But this junior has never seen such a powerful thing in Fengzi Building."

The scribe put his hands behind his back, raised his chin in a subtle way, snorted coldly, and said:
"Sit in a well and watch the sky."

Then he turned around and walked slowly to the bamboo chair, lying on it, holding a book in his hand, he seemed to be addicted to the world of books, but the frequency of tapping the armrest with his left hand changed slightly.

The young man turned his back to the scholar, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his black eyes were already filled with a smile.

Just now on the mountain, after he rode a red horse to a remote corner, he communicated directly with the Buddhist beads and brought himself and the red skinny horse into the Shaolin Temple.

In order to dissipate the vitality in the body as soon as possible, at least to the extent of mobilizing the internal force, Wang Anfeng's body was heavily loaded.

It's just that this time it's no longer the chains that weighed [-] jin. This black outfit was refined by Mr. Ying with Lingzhu leftovers. After Wang Anfeng's rough estimate, the weight on him has reached over [-] jin.

And during fierce battles, he can naturally reduce his own weight at the speed at which Wang Anfeng's internal energy circulates, which is extremely miraculous.

Through this weight that wraps the body, the vitality is forcibly pressed into the body, refining the body.

The last time I did this was three years ago, and when I revisit it now, I still feel a little nostalgic.

The young man stood up, raised his right fist, and assumed the posture of a Shaolin long fist. With a low voice, he punched forward, and the edge of the fist pierced the air, making a dull sound of piercing the air.

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At the same time, on the mountain behind the town.

The two chasers stopped their movements and landed firmly on the ground. Looking around, there was a mess around them.

The shattered medicine stove, the disciples of the Blessing Pavilion who fell on the ground, and Zhao Guang, who was dressed in a long robe and had been beheaded by a sword, together formed this chilling and cold battlefield.

Bing Hongcai was walking here slowly with a saber in his hand, his sharp eyes like blades, with the unique scrutiny of the Legalist Ministry of Punishment, he scanned the battlefield carefully.

Here is the battlefield.

With the knife that cut through the sky and clouds just now, even if he didn't use his Legalist methods, he would never make a mistake.

The man leaned down and held the white-haired head in his hands without hesitation. Looking at the eyes full of hostility and madness, he frowned slightly, glanced up and down, and said:
"Aliu, come here."

Behind him, a young man who was only about 27 years old turned his eyes away from the tree trunk that Mei Feng had leaned against before, walked to his companion, just glanced at it, and said:

"This man's name is Zhao Guang."

"Zhao Guang?"

Ah Liu nodded and said:

"The Seventh Elder in the Blessing Pavilion is quite kind, but he is extremely extreme in the subtleties. He has won the support of some disciples. He has a sixth-grade poisoning skill and is proficient. He is good at using two palms to fight against the enemy. In the big cities, there are high price rewards for all kinds of strange poisons."

"In order to get enough rewards for these poisons, I have violated the rules of the House of Immortality several times."

"Because of his character and his habit of collecting strange poisons, it is recorded in the files of our Criminal Ministry."

"Judging from the changes in the sky caused by the battle just now, his inner strength is at least at the peak of the sixth rank. He should have used some special means to forcibly improve his strength."

With just a quick glance, Zhao Guang's character and martial arts skills have all been stated, and with the style of the Ministry of Justice, he must have mastered more in secret.

It's just that at this time, there is no need to say it all.

Bing Hongcai nodded slightly, glanced at the hostility in his eyes, felt extremely displeased, casually threw the old head at his feet, glanced left and right, and said: "The remaining poison in this place has disappeared, you stay here to collect evidence."

"I'm going to the town to help rescue the people. Come to me as soon as you're done."

"Yes."

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Bing Hong just raised his lightness kung fu, his body was like a flying bird, and he had already covered a distance of tens of feet in the blink of an eye. When he reached the bottom of the mountain, he saw the blazing flames that blocked the poisonous mist, and the old man in gray clothes .

Although he was still coughing, he kept taking the corresponding medicine from the side, threw it into the flames, and refined the medicine's properties.

Bing Hongcai's expression changed slightly, he made a turn in the air, and gently landed beside the old man.

The latter seemed to be taken aback by his sudden appearance, and let out an ahh, but when he saw the red clothes on Bing Hongcai, the fear and horror on his face dissipated, and he exhaled a long breath.

After all, he was old and not a martial artist. As soon as the tense nerves in his heart were relaxed, he felt an unspeakable weakness. He staggered two steps and fell backwards.

At this time, Bing Hongcai had already appeared next to the old man, raised his left hand, and pressed it on the latter's shoulder, a mellow inner force was passed into the old man's body to block it, and crushed and expelled the residual poison before he lifted up palm, said in a warm voice:
"Old man, are you feeling better?"

The old doctor exhaled slightly and said:
"You guys are here..."

Bing Hong expressed his apology, then frowned slightly, looked around, showed displeasure, and said softly:

"Dare to ask old man, where is Daqin's captor here?"

"Why did you leave me here alone?"

Seeing the faint anger on the big man's face, the old man immediately understood in his heart, waved his hands again and again, and said: "Master Patrol, don't think about it...don't think about it."

"Speaking of which, they helped the old man bring these medicinal materials, and then the old man sent them to send the poisoned people away from here. The poison here is too heavy for the villagers to bear."

Bing Hong only got a better expression when he heard the words, and he still said:

"Then you shouldn't be left here alone, old man."

The old man said:
"That's because a hero has gone up the mountain."

"Then the toxicity dropped by [-]% in an instant. Presumably the culprit has been eradicated by the hero, so there is not much danger here. Then the old man persuaded the arrester to leave and asked him to help gather medical students in the town. Save the people."

Bing Hongcai's expression changed slightly, and he asked:
"Knight?"

The old man couldn't see his expression, but just admired: "Yes, the hero went up the mountain, and before he had time to have a cup of tea, he saw a green cloud rising in the sky first, and then there seemed to be a dragon in the sky. circling inside."

"The old man was so frightened that he couldn't stand still, but who knew that the green flood dragon was chopped into pieces in a blink of an eye, and the green cloud was gone. Presumably, the hero has already got rid of it..."

"Amazing, really amazing."

The old man kept admiring, but Bing Hongcai's expression became more serious.

In his mind, Fu recalled his deputy's judgment just now.

Just now, Zhao Guang's internal strength has reached the peak of the sixth rank, and from what the old man said, the green clouds are rising and the dragons are circling, which is hardly inferior to the power of ordinary fifth rank masters. It is obvious that Zhao Guang just now is already With all means, go all out.

But such a master was beheaded directly by someone?

When the two of them rushed over just now, they also saw the sword that cut the sky, clouds and shadows, and the sword glow soared into the sky. They thought it was the last sword driven by the fighting spirit.

But I never thought that it was only the first cut.

Master!

Bing Hongcai's heart was shaken, and after a few breaths, he used his rich experience in handling cases for more than ten years to tense his face, never letting himself show a shocked look, and said to the old man:

"Old man, since the danger on the mountain has been relieved by that hero, why don't we go back to the town quickly and treat the people?"

"I'll take you there in a moment."

The old man hesitated slightly, and said: "But the residual poison here..."

Bing Hongcai said:

"Don't worry, old man, my colleagues are currently on the mountain."

"Just ask him to deal with these residual poisons."

Having said that, the old man let go of the worries in his heart and said:

"That's the best!"

"Please hurry up, Mr. Patrolman, let's start right away!"

The old man was reluctant to leave just now, but when he heard that someone had taken care of it, he was even more anxious than himself, and lost his composure.

Bing Hongcai couldn't help laughing inwardly, he carefully protected the old man in front of him, he didn't fly in the air, he only used ordinary lightness skills to swipe forward, the old man looked at the scenery on both sides and sprinted back, at this moment, things happened one by one They all started to be resolved, and he had already relaxed a lot.

Turning around, he saw that the head catcher was only in his thirties at most, and he was already capable of flying against the wind, chasing the wind and patrolling high and high, and couldn't help but admire:

"You young people are really amazing...You are so young, you are already chasing after the wind."

Bing Hong laughed and said:
"I'm so proud of you..."

"It's just like that hero just now, he's only in his early twenties, and he's already that powerful."

"It's too late to refuse to accept the old age."

The old man sighed again and again, and the smile on Bing Hongcai's face froze instantly.

The one under his feet was unstable, and he stepped directly into the air. Fortunately, he was a third-rank martial artist. He tipped his toes slightly, and he did an alley-oop. He didn't make a fool of himself.

But at this moment, he no longer had the slightest complacency in his heart.

The pupils couldn't help but widen.

20 is old.

Quickly cut the peak of the sixth rank.

Fu borrowed strength from the air again, rushed forward, and gritted his teeth.

damn it.

Where did the monster pop out? !

On the back mountain.

A young man named Aliu squatted on the corpse of a Bulaoge disciple, his eyes swept over the wound on his neck, his eyes, which were always as plain as water, fluctuated violently, he stood up slowly, and looked around.

Around the place where it stood, the corpses of eight Bulao Pavilion disciples fell down. Their martial arts ranged from eighth rank to seventh rank, each of which was different.

During the judgment, Zhao Guang, who had already reached the peak of the sixth rank, had his head at his feet.

A trace of bewilderment flashed in the young man's eyes.

"Kill nine fighters directly with one knife?!"

"And the positions and directions of these nine people are different...When did such a swordsman appear near our West Dingzhou..."

"I do not know how?!"

"Could it be that there is a dossier that I haven't read...? It's impossible to appear out of thin air..."

Lifting his foot and kicking, the white-haired head under his feet was directly kicked, hit the tree, and bounced twice.

Zhao Guang stared blankly at the sky.

Do not look down.

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