I have many teachers

Chapter 310 Fufeng Knife, Birth (22)

Among the forums of Bulao Pavilion.

The middle-aged man said:

"You go to the library in the backyard later, according to the rules of my old pavilion, you just get started, you can choose a martial arts secret book, and there will be disciples from the inner sect in the pavilion to teach you."

"Each person only has three chances to ask questions, that's a real master, don't waste it."

"Go."

After saying that, he waved his hand casually, and the row of six or seven-year-old children gave him a fistful salute with some discomfort, and then followed a young man and walked towards the backyard.

The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Yuan Kong, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

This feeling of being in charge of one place and everything under control made him quite addicted to it.

Just at this moment, a figure in green clothes appeared behind him like a shadow. His figure was erratic, but he was an old man with white beard and hair.
"How about the seedlings you harvested this time?"

The man turned around, first saluted respectfully, and then said:
"The seedlings this time are not bad, and they can barely be used. After three months, maybe half of the people will be able to grasp the surface of lightness kung fu."

The old man nodded and said:
"Recruit more outside disciples this time, so that we can go back to the pavilion next year and exchange for some pill secret books."

The man nodded and said:

"Subordinates know..."

Suddenly, a fierce and domineering momentum suddenly rose, and the sound of the clanging of the saber resounded suddenly.

As if the gaze of a fierce tiger instantly enveloped the entire branch of the Bulao Pavilion, the pupils of the old man shrank instantly, and he stepped forward suddenly, while those ordinary children were stunned, unable to move any further. The excitement was instantly replaced by horror.

The old man's expression shook, and he looked in the direction of the sound.

what happened? !

There was a loud bang, and a dozen or so warriors flew in from the gate of the Bulao Pavilion, landed on the ground, and flew back about ten meters, their faces pale, vomiting blood in their mouths, and all the faces were panicked. .

Silence all over the place.

The crisp sound of horseshoes sounded slowly.

In the shocked sight of the old man, a thin red horse walked slowly outside the front hall of the Bulao Pavilion, walking calmly, and sitting on it was a young warrior in his early twenties, dressed in black, with a sheathless horse on his back. Mo Dao, his face full of indifference.

Wang Anfeng's eyes swept across the old man and the pale middle-aged man behind him, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Pan Ruishi, Qi Guanliu...

Recruit ordinary children as disciples, and after training, go to the cliff to collect herbs.

Because before that, those children had already worshiped in the Bulao Pavilion, even if they died because of picking medicine, Daqin would not be able to intervene.

The news from the secret report of Gongsun Jing's army flowed through his heart like running water, turning into a cold and burning murderous intent.

The young man raised his eyes and said lightly:

"Pan Ruizhi?"

The old man's heart skipped a beat, his complexion remained unchanged, he had already accumulated a lot of internal energy in the dark, and said slowly:
"It's down."

"I don't know your name, how dare you break into my old pavilion like this?!"

"It's really majestic!"

He didn't wait for Wang Anfeng to speak again, he took the lead and moved out of the Bulao Pavilion. His voice was thick and strong, and spread throughout the entire Bold Pavilion sub-altar. The disciples who were refining medicine or practicing in various rooms heard the words and didn't care to change their upper body. Clothes, raised the weapon and rushed out.

Wang Anfeng sensed the gathering of hostility, and calmly said:
"you do not need to know."

The old man sneered, seeing that he was young, he was just a young man who had just come out of the rivers and lakes, thought he had a bit of martial arts, so he came to imitate others' kicking, and said coldly:

"It's crazy..."

Before the word Luan fell, a red streamer suddenly flashed in the pupils, and then there was a chill on the neck.

The strong wind blew wildly, and the black hair danced wildly on the ground.

Wang Anfeng has appeared behind him.

I don't know when the ink knife in my hand has been shot.

The blade was cold, but there was no trace of blood on it, the young man shook his hands casually, narrowed his eyes and said:
"Dead people don't need to know that much."

The old man opened his mouth, as if he had sensed something, and there was a look of horror in his eyes. He wanted to say something more, but he just spat out a mouthful of blood. The next moment, his white-haired head fell directly on the ground. After rolling twice, it stopped when it touched the right foot of the middle-aged man.

In this branch altar, it became dead silent in an instant.

The warriors who leaped out with sharp blades in their hands just now seemed to have been pulled out of their strength at this moment, staring blankly at the unpredictable altar master in the past kneeling on the ground, looking at the old man's neck Blood spurted everywhere, lost vitality.

The weapon in his hand seemed to become extremely heavy at this time.

Wang Anfeng's expression was indifferent, and the abundant vitality in his body was once again less.

Just now, he was relying on the vitality he got from Zhao Guang to be able to directly kill a martial artist with the same inner strength as himself and the same seventh rank, so as to shock all the martial artists in this part of the altar .

I don't know what the old thief would think if he knew that I used his vitality to kill the altar master of his Blessing Pavilion.

Thoughts in the young man's heart could not help but spread out, but the expression on his face remained unchanged, still cold and indifferent. The thin red horse under his crotch was very cooperative at this time, his mane was flicking, and there seemed to be a faint light of fire, and two white air came out from his nose, as if Cannibal beast.

The boy raised the knife.

Dao Feng pointed at the trembling middle-aged man, and said lightly:
"Trouble."

"Your name is Qi Guan Liu...?"

The man swallowed and tremblingly said, "No...I'm not."

"Hero, you have misunderstood the person."

At this moment, how can he still stand with his hands behind his back, looking full of ambition, just begging the killing god in front of him to leave quickly, but fortunately, he seems to have confirmed his identity before making a move, not those lunatics who have no reason. Some fluke.

Just when I was thinking about this time, I suddenly heard the young man in front of me say:

"Feel sorry."

"wrong answer."

The sharp light of the knife cut across the void, and the head of the middle-aged deacon rose directly into the sky, and there was another corpse lying under the big blue cauldron in the Buluo Pavilion in the front yard.

The smell of blood became stronger.

The young man reined in his horse, moved forward with a knife in his hand, looked at the disciples of the Blessing Pavilion in front of him, and said in a low voice:

"I said you are, and you are."

In the sound of the words, the vitality in the body accelerated, and within a few meters of his body, the air was a little distorted. Everyone suddenly felt that breathing became extremely difficult, their faces were pale, their pupils unconsciously dilated, and only their own heart The sound of frantic beating.

Wang Anfeng drove the horse forward.

It is impossible for him, and he will not kill all the warriors here, and the secret report from the army that Gongsun Jing got will only record those rather serious evil deeds.

He will kill the culprit.

As for the rest of the fighters, as the third master said, plant demons in their hearts, and once they want to do something wrong, they will think of what happened today, and those children who were tricked into coming here have no idea of ​​their own fate.

After today, if I can't restrain my inner fear, I'm afraid I won't have the slightest interest in stepping into the rivers and lakes.

On the rivers and lakes, every step of the way is murderous.

If you can't even get through this level, and you enter the rivers and lakes, there will be only one more yellow sand and white bones by the river, and one more pair of old people with white hair and black hair in the world.

If you can't enter, then don't enter...

The sound of the horse's hooves was crisp, and Wang Anfeng drove the horse to a rather handsome woman.

In his desperate sight, he slowly opened his mouth and said:
"Trouble..."

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Outside the branch forum of Bulao Pavilion, there are already people with good deeds.

Among them are people from the rivers and lakes with swords and swords, as well as ordinary people. Most of them have curious expressions on their faces, especially those people from the rivers and lakes.

Ordinary people may not know, how can they who run the rivers and lakes not know the status of the word Bulaoge in the Fufeng rivers and lakes.

Among them, there are about a dozen martial artists who can be called masters of the Jianghu, and they are all masters of the Jianghu who can fly into the air and control the wind. In ordinary times, it is rare to see them. Among them are the famous seventh-rank masters.

Although he is old and has lost energy, he may not be able to reach the third rank again, but the seventh rank warrior is already the highest goal in the hearts of ordinary people in the world.

When waving his hand, there is also energy entangled in his body, if he draws the sword at will, he can also cut out the sword energy, chopping several feet around.

In the eyes of ordinary warriors, this is already a first-class master of the rivers and lakes.

But now, there are people who dare to challenge such a behemoth, how can we not make them curious?
Who is the one who made the move?

Why did he dare to attack Bulaoge?

After a while, is it a person who comes out?

Or a corpse?
While they were whispering to each other, there was movement from inside the door, and the original small voice disappeared in an instant. It was clearly noon, but the street was completely dead silent. Everyone held their breath and watched carefully. The luxurious Bulao Pavilion is divided into forums.

The crisp sound of horseshoes sounded.

The expressions of those warriors suddenly changed.

It was as if a boulder had been smashed into the lake, causing waves of water, countless ripples, and constant collisions.

The sound of the horseshoe became more and more clear, and everyone's breathing became more and more subtle.

A red skinny horse walked out slowly from the Bold Pavilion, with its head raised slightly, its mane scattered in the wind, like a burning flame, sitting on the horse's back was a young warrior, only in his early 20s, with an indifferent expression, Carrying an ink knife.

Some warriors have sharp eyes, and they have already seen that there is not even half a trace of blood on the knife.

Everyone couldn't help but wonder, they just thought that the martial artist in front of them went in without fighting, but outsiders went in so arrogantly, and then came out ostentatiously, could it be that this person in front of him has an inexplicable relationship with the senior officials of the Bulao Pavilion?
Even so, no one dared to stand in front of Wang Anfeng, and many warriors retreated subconsciously, giving him a way.

After walking a dozen or so steps, Wang Anfeng's pupils showed surprise. From among the crowd, he saw a familiar figure, dressed in a blue and white Taoist robe, handsome and unrestrained, but unfortunately he was too lazy to look like he had no bones, slumped on a donkey On his back, his right foot hangs down, swaying.

The Taoist priest also carried a long sword on his back.

Wang Anfeng's eyes brightened slightly.

Wei Mingzong, Mu Shanxue.

Two years ago, when Wang Anfeng clashed with Wei Qi, the young master of Huorianmen, it was this young Taoist priest who was as lazy as if he had no bones to help, but he met here today. Unfortunately, it was not Fufeng who was here at this time. Collecting books, so you can't take the initiative to come forward to recognize each other.

Wang Anfeng reined in his horse and stopped, watching the old man go away.

The people around were curious, but they didn't dare to say anything more. The young man glanced across, and suddenly he raised his hand and drew the saber. The internal force draws the left and right sides, engulfs the strong wind, and chops towards the Bulao Pavilion.

Everyone exclaimed and backed away, but there was a crackling sound, and the flamboyant plaque shattered into several pieces, and fell to the ground with a clattering sound, stirring up a layer of dust.

The heart of the martial artist who was watching the bustle did not jump out. Looking back, Wang Anfeng had already straddled his horse, and the inside of the Bulao Pavilion seemed to be dead, without a single sound. The warrior cautiously touched the old pavilion, and then his eyes widened instantly, his legs softened, and he almost fell to the ground.

"This……"

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