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Chapter 311 Madman (Two in One) (But there will be an update in the afternoon)
Bulao Pavilion is one of the three schools of Fufeng.

The gate was established 130 years ago, 370 miles outside Fufeng Zhongzhou City, on Changqing Mountain. Although it is not very high, it is quite tall. There is a deep stream more than ten miles behind the mountain, which gathers vitality and grows all kinds of rare treasures. Grass is a treasure that doctors have been dreaming of since ancient times.

On the top of the mountain, famous craftsmen in the city were invited to build large and small buildings according to the terrain, scattered in a scattered manner.

Although there are many of them, they don't look messy at all. On the contrary, there is a sense of nature, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Above the main peak of the mountain range is the main hall of the sect, which is more than ten feet high and magnificent.

On the plaque, there are four characters of Tranquility and Zhiyuan written on it.

But at this time, the atmosphere in this hall was extremely oppressive, making people want to go crazy, without any sense of purity.

Mei Feng stood in the middle of the main hall with his head down. Under the plaque in the main hall, there was a portrait of the patriarch. Sitting in front of the portrait was a middle-aged man with a jade hairpin and two strands of black hair hanging from his temples. drink tea.

It seems that he is only 40 to 60 years old. Only a few people know that the age of the pavilion owner has already passed [-] years old. Yan Zhixiao looks extremely young.

From the top to the left, there are five people sitting on each side, there are men and women, the younger ones are about the same age as Mei Feng.

The old man was even older than Zhao Guang, with white beard and hair, and faint age spots on his face, except for a pair of eyes, which were clean and clear, obviously his inner strength was extremely good.

The man in the lead took a sip of tea, gently put the cup in his hand aside, never looked at Mei Feng, and said indifferently:
"That is to say, you never made a move, but just watched Elder Zhao get killed?"

The voice was extremely flat and casual, but it made Mei Feng's heart skip a beat, as if his whole body was exposed to the scorching sun.

The huge oppressive force rolled down on him, and there was a crackling sound from his body, his complexion paled for a moment, knowing that the biggest test of this trip was coming, he gritted his teeth and raised his hand to salute, saying:
"Pavilion Lord Mingjian."

"The reason why the subordinates are like this is definitely not because they are greedy for life and fear of death, but for the sake of me not being old!"

An old man on the left laughed angrily and said:

"Heh, then you didn't save Brother Zhao, or did you make meritorious service to the sect?!"

Mei Feng straightened his body and said:
"exactly!"

The old man couldn't help but slapped the armrest of the chair heavily, stood up with a clatter, and said angrily:

"Exactly a fart!"

The first pavilion master glanced up and said lightly:
"Elder Ninth, you lost your composure."

As if a basin of ice water was poured over his head, the anger in the old man's heart instantly dissipated. He gasped heavily, groaned angrily, sat back on his seat with a flick of his sleeves, raised his hand to grab the teacup next to him, and poured it into his mouth. He didn't speak anymore, but there was still anger in his eyes.

He is about the same age as Zhao Guang, and the two started at about the same time. It can be said that they have supported each other since they entered the rivers and lakes when they were teenagers. Until now, they have gone through many dangers and dangers.

The Pavilion Master looked at Mei Feng and said calmly:

"continue."

Mei Feng secretly heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that he would not be in too much danger this time, various problems would arise if the sect grows large, and this time his vitality lies in the strife among many factions in the Pavilion of Birth.

Firstly, the treatment of the top ten elders in the Bulao Pavilion is completely different from that of others, and it is a real benefit to have a seat vacant at this time.

Secondly, Zhao Guang who died was from the old line of the pavilion, and he had never dealt with the pavilion master.

At this moment, Mei Feng's heart was at peace, so he calmed down a lot, raised his hand and bowed to the first pavilion master again, and said:

"Pavilion master, and elders, think about it, I'm only over forty years old, no matter martial arts or medical skills, I'm far from the opponent of the Seventh Elder, even the Seventh Elder was killed by that man with a knife, what's the matter with me?" How can you avenge Elder Zhao?"

"If you go forward recklessly, you will just take the life of the next one in vain. Naturally, the life of the next one is not worth mentioning, but I will lose two rank-[-] warriors one after another because of this matter. At this critical moment, isn't it a serious injury?"

"Secondly, if he dies in his lower body, no one will know the news to the elders. If he suddenly makes a sneak attack and is unprepared, we may suffer another serious injury."

"So even if Elder Zhao was killed, I would be angered and indignant in my heart, but I am not old! I am planning for the elders! Endure the humiliation and steal a life, and keep a useful body to make up for the mistakes."

"Since everyone is suspicious at this time, why not show Mei's will with death, and die innocently."

Before the voice fell, he jumped directly towards the guard behind him, and snatched the weapon from his hand with his hands.

Then he suddenly raised his hand and slashed towards his neck. Such a shocking change, before he started, many elders subconsciously stood up.

At this time, seeing his actions so fiercely, everyone was shocked, but they are both sixth-rank warriors, even if they have different internal strengths, it is too late to stop them.

Just when Mei Feng was about to bleed here, his wrist suddenly froze, and the long sword in his hand was thrown out immediately, and fell to the ground, roaring loudly.

Something directly embedded in the red pillar behind him.

Everyone looked closely, but it was an ordinary cup cover. After forcibly interrupting the movements of a sixth-rank martial artist, it could still stab into the thousand-year-old iron wood, and the fragile porcelain cup was not damaged in the slightest.

There is only one person in the entire hall who can handle such a heavy lifting method.

The Lord of the Shangshou Pavilion raised his hand and took a sip of tea, and said lightly:

"Since it is said that you have a useful body, why should you seek short-sightedness at this time?"

"Don't mess around."

Mei Feng heaved a sigh of relief, and bowed to the pavilion master:
"This subordinate knows his mistake, and asks the pavilion master to forgive me."

The pavilion master waved his hand casually, and said: "You go down first, this time you went out, and you were a little shocked, take a day off, go to the Law Enforcement Hall, and tell the whole story about what happened."

Mei Feng bowed his hands and said:
"Yes."

"Then, the subordinates retire."

He took a few steps back before turning around and striding out.

The winter sun scatter down and fell on Mei Feng's body. Before he knew it, he was covered in cold sweat, which was sticky and extremely uncomfortable.

In the hall behind them, many elders discussed how to deal with this matter, and they did not deliberately hide it from Mei Feng. With the latter's internal strength of about six ranks, even if they didn't listen deliberately, those voices could be heard.

Everyone was going to send out four or five experts, prepared to restrain the strange poison, and directly surrounded and killed the warrior.

But whether it is the Ninth Elder who has a very good relationship with Zhao Guang, or other masters with different factions, there is one thing that is tacitly accepted.

The martial artist who killed Zhao Guang must have disappeared at this time, and it may not be easy to find him.

To send disciples to move around, try to suppress the limelight of this matter and maintain the reputation of the sect.

In fact, even Mei Feng himself thinks so, no matter how strong his martial arts are, they are at most close to the fifth rank level.

Facing a special sect like Bulaoge, which has multiple sixth-rank masters and is extremely good at defeating the superior and defeating the few, the best response is to hide away.

Unless, he's a lunatic.

Mei Feng exhaled a turbid breath, collected the scattered thoughts in his mind, and stretched his muscles and bones a little.

During the past two days, the pressure was too great, and I escaped from death several times. I was exhausted both physically and mentally.

It's time for a good rest.

At this moment, a shrill bird song suddenly sounded in the sky, like a sharp knife brushing against the armor. The sharp sound made the scalp numb and felt uncomfortable.

Mei Feng's calm face froze, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look.

Amidst the heavy clouds and mists, a rather dexterous bird flew out, with blood-colored wings, and its speed was extremely fast, like a bloody arrow piercing the sky. Shoulder, flew into the hall.

Mei Feng's pupils shrank.

Only at the moment when the flying bird passed by him, with the eyesight of a sixth-rank warrior, he had already seen the silk tied on the bird's claws.

A piece of blood, moving slightly with the wind, revealing an unspeakable sadness.

This kind of summons has only been seen once 30 years ago in the decades since he entered the Bulao Pavilion.

The status in the sect is equivalent to that of the Great Qin Army.

It represents only one meaning——

A sub-altar was completely destroyed.

Mei Feng's complexion was already pale.

No, it's really him, right? !
In the main hall, the owner of the Bulao Pavilion finally lost his previous indifference, stood up abruptly, raised his hand, but without knowing what to do, he captured the bloody flying bird in his hand and took it off from its right paw. After touching the blood-colored silk, he raised his eyes and swept across, his face gradually fluctuated.

"Xuanjia divided the altar master, and the deputy altar masters all died, the head of the owl."

"The plaque of the sect was chopped into pieces."

"The disciples in the sect have lost their courage, and it is difficult to re-enter the rivers and lakes. Although they have martial arts, they are like useless people."

Looking slightly towards the last line, the original handwriting suddenly changed, and the edge of the pen was full of sharpness, obviously a different person.

"I heard that the owner of the Pavilion of Immortality has the famous wine Changchun Immortality. I am very happy."

"I will go up the mountain to pick it up in a few days."

In the end, the digital strokes were drawn extremely long, and the place where the brush was lifted was like a long knife out of its sheath, extremely sharp. For some reason, the color of the ink seemed to be slightly reddish, but the silk was originally blood-colored, so it was not conspicuous.

Seeing those arrogant words, the master of the Bulao Pavilion finally lost his composure, and subconsciously tightened his grip on the silk hand.

Its body is pure and poisonous, and it is about to destroy this silk.

Just at this time, the originally ordinary handwriting suddenly exuded an extremely sharp aura, as if a knife had been stabbed obliquely, with extreme sharpness, the man's finger holding the silk was stabbed, and he couldn't help trembling slightly, thinking it was a fraud, Throw out the silk.

Such a startling change caused everyone to look up subconsciously. The Ninth Elder wanted to open his mouth to show his concern, but when he opened his mouth just now, the expression on his face instantly stiffened.

The tall and slender pavilion master raised his right hand, and his expression was slightly dazed.

Bright red blood slowly flowed out from his fingertips.

Extremely dazzling.

The hearts of many elders in the hall beat violently, and their faces were all shaken.

Although the Bulao Pavilion is not good at external skills, it can be cultivated to the level of the owner of the Bold Pavilion. The poison kung fu has already been perfected. Even if he does not take the initiative to exercise the kung fu, the inner energy will naturally circulate around his body, and its defensive effect, It is not inferior to the level of ordinary sixth-rank warriors when they are fully concentrated.

If you hurt him, even if it's just an insignificant wound on your finger, it only means one thing.

The pavilion master's body protection, poison, was broken.

The expressions of many Brutal Pavilion warriors were in a daze.

Accumulate energy on the handwriting, hurt the enemy thousands of miles away?
And the one who was injured was a fifth-rank martial artist? !

In the main hall, the atmosphere became oppressive for a while, and everyone's heart was pressed with a stone.

No one noticed, but on the silk silk below, the four characters "go up the mountain to get it yourself" have turned blood-colored, quite sharp.

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Near the sub-altar of Bulao Pavilion, in an alleyway.

Wang Anfeng drove the horse out, his right thumb was cut, and his complexion turned pale.

He never thought that there would be Bulao Pavilion secret agents near this sub-altar. Seeing Wang Anfeng's behavior, he subconsciously released a murderous aura towards him, and was followed by the latter secretly, but found this courtyard instead.

When I was wandering outside, I saw a bloody bird flying out of the yard.

Because he never flew away from the city, in order to avoid being exposed, the speed was not too fast. He just climbed upwards and was shot down by Wang Anfeng with a hidden weapon. He found the tied silk silk and the secret letter on it, and easily understood that the letter was for that person. The owner of the old pavilion sent it.

Thinking of his own plan, he simply used Hunyuan Gong to force out some blood essence, mixed it into the ink, mobilized the vitality in the meridians, held the pen like a knife, and added a few more sentences at the end of the secret letter.

All the warriors in Bulao Pavilion are dominated by poison kung fu, and Hunyuan kung fu is restraining all kinds of poisons in the world. What's more, after the first battle of Zhao Guang, Wang Anfeng's Hunyuan kung fu, which was already on the verge of bottleneck, has a hidden tendency to go further. Strength, more and more powerful.

Thinking of the pavilion master's reaction when he saw the secret letter, Wang Anfeng was quite looking forward to it, but his face did not change. He just raised his hand and took out Gongsun Jing's secret letter from his pocket, looked at the following lines, and put it away again. , flatter the horse and go away.

direction……

West Dingzhou.

The second chess game has been played.

At this time, the opportunity has been used, just waiting for everyone in the Bulao Pavilion to enter the game.

I can't believe it, I can bear it like this.

Wang Anfeng's expression was as indifferent as ice, but the faintly exposed temperament was calm and determined. He raised his eyes and glanced at the road ahead, imitating Mr. Ying in his heart, and spoke calmly.

My hook has no bait.

Those who wish, come into my door...

After a moment of silence, the young man raised his hand and touched his face. It was already slightly hot, his face was cold and hard, his eyes were not squinting, but he raised his hand and clenched his fist to his lips, and coughed a little guilty.

The right foot knocked lightly on the horse's belly.

"drive!"

PS; Today's first update is presented...

A long chapter, and then there is another chapter in the afternoon, it can be regarded as an addition...

PS2: An Feng did this, one is because of the strong restraining effect of the Hunyuan body, and the other is because of the true energy of the sixth-rank warriors. Together, they cut their fingers...

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