I have many teachers

Chapter 312 Provocation one after another, entering the game (plus more)
In the rivers and lakes of Fufeng, many things have happened in the past few days.

Two days ago, on the day when the Xuanjia sub-altar of the Bulao Pavilion recruited disciples from the outer sect, a black-clothed warrior directly broke into the altar, and when it was time for a cup of tea, he stepped out of the altar, slashed out the sword wind with his hand, and The plaque on the Xuanjia sub-altar was cut into five pieces, and then walked away.

The masters in the Xuanjia branch are almost dead, and the leader of the altar is the leader.

Those outer disciples who had just been recruited were completely dispelled by the events of that day, and all of them returned to their villages.

Seeing the success, Da Qinle simply took this matter on his shoulders, registered all these children in the register, and returned them to their land registers. Since then, they have nothing to do with the world.

Because these children just started today, even Bulaoge couldn't say anything wrong, they could only grit their teeth and swallow blood in their stomachs.

Above the rivers and lakes, there are many rumors and endless debates.

In a restaurant, a warrior with a long knife slammed his weapon on the table, making a loud bang, his face flushed, and he shouted loudly:
"I said, this person will definitely be able to escape being hunted down by the Bulao Pavilion!"

"To be able to kill a sub-altar in the middle of a cup of tea, it must be a sixth-grade warrior, a master of the world, this kind of master relies on emptiness to control the sky, and he wants to chase and kill, how can he be so powerful?" easy?!"

A fat man next to him shook his head with a smile, his expression was quite calm, and said:
"Brother, you don't know something. If you say that you are a sixth-rank expert, it is indeed powerful, but Bulao Pavilion is one of the best schools in our Fufeng Jianghu."

"Not only are there your so-called sixth-rank masters, but there are also fifth-rank masters who are one step higher. That is even more miraculous. When they make a move, they can trigger changes in the sky. They can almost be regarded as half-step immortals. How can they fail to catch them?" ?”

The sword-wielding warrior snorted coldly and said:
"Do you think that master will walk on the road swaggeringly?"

"It's not about fighting face to face, and making judgments. If a sixth-rank expert is determined to hide, what can he do even if he is a fifth-rank expert who can attract celestial phenomena? Is it possible that he can be counted as that expert?" Where is it?"

The fat man's expression froze slightly, and he said:
"This……"

Just at this moment, someone nearby shouted loudly:
"Come, come, everyone, before Daqin's captors come, let's quickly open a game, guess how long the black-clothed warrior can last, and buy it."

"It's time to test the eyesight of everyone. If you have good eyesight, you will be lucky in wealth, and you will be able to make a good fortune!"

There were also people shouting loudly from the left and right, and there was a small wooden box next to it. A woman raised her hand to open it, and it was full of silver ingots, which was quite attractive.

The warriors around were already arguing with each other because of this issue. At this time, they were tempted by money, so they simply came over and placed their bets, but they still glared at each other.

The fat man walked over, looked at the handicap, and said hesitantly:

"Little brother……"

The young man who opened the market raised his head, smiled warmly, and said:

"What's the matter, brother? Don't you want to place a bet?"

The fat man looked at the box of silver, and was a little moved. He was about to speak, but he caught a glimpse of a greenish color in the depths of the young man's pupils, like a viper walking in the grass, which made his warm smile more three-pointed. Feeling cold and heartbroken, he shook his head violently, and said in a righteous voice:

"No, in this city, there are experts from the Bulao Pavilion sitting in charge."

"You open the market here, don't you think I'm not old?!"

Most of the warriors here don't see that Lao Ge's behavior is not very pleasing to the eye. Hearing the words and cursing for a while, the fat man escaped in a panic and was almost beaten, but he was relieved in his heart, and his back was soaked.

The abnormality in those eyes is the external vision that can only be seen after the martial arts "Bi Linjue" in the Bold Pavilion has been practiced. A martial artist is almost unrecognizable.

At this moment, a martial artist from the Bulao Pavilion opened this kind of handicap in this restaurant.

This fucking is going to see who is hostile to them, and then settle the score after this matter is over!

The fat man couldn't help but gasped.

Enough!

Shaking his head, the fat man walked towards the distance, only intending to get as far away from this dangerous place as possible, but at this moment, he passed by a person, and the coldness made him shudder. With a shiver, the fat on his body trembled for a while, and he subconsciously turned his head to look, but only saw a tall and straight figure from his back.

Wearing a black suit, with an ink knife on his back.

The knife had no sheath, and was black in color, except for the edge of the blade which was white.

The fat man's pupils shrank instantly.

in the restaurant.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant stood with his arms crossed, allowing those warriors to gamble around here.

Xiao Er was busy to and fro, pouring the high-quality rice wine from the cold cellar into the copper flagon and putting it on the stove.

The young man who opened the market smiled warmly.

Suddenly a person saw that there was no one putting money on a black handicap next to him, and said curiously:

"Hey, little brother."

"What's here?"

The young man took a look and said with a smile:
"Where is it, it means that this warrior not only didn't run away, but also dared to continue to mess around, and he will pay ten for one..."

"Brother, do you want to try?"

There was a hint of emotion on the face of the person who asked the question, and then he looked back and muttered:

"Bet on this? I'm not a fool..."

The young man smiled, and the chill in the depths of his eyes subsided a little.

In the past few days, the prestige of Bulao Pavilion has been greatly impacted, and they are about to maintain the reputation of the sect through establishing their prestige.

If there is any warrior who dares to make this bet.

Then tomorrow his body will be found outside the city.

Thinking of the order passed down from the sect, the young man's thoughts could not help but spread out. At this moment, someone spoke, the voice was indifferent, like ice in winter.

"Ten for one?"

The young man was slightly stunned, a chill appeared in his eyes, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became more warm, he raised his eyes and said in his heart:
There are really people who are not afraid of death...

The next moment, a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

The smile on his face froze for a moment.

Only now did he discover that those martial artists who had been arguing with each other before had stopped at some point, subconsciously backed away to the sides, their expressions were either in awe or shock, and several of them carried long knives on their backs. There was a little fanaticism in the pupils.

In the sound of steady footsteps.

Only one person moves forward.

Wearing an ink coat, with black hair hanging down, and an ink knife on his back, his expression is indifferent.

Glancing at him, said lightly:
"Bet."

The young man's complexion turned pale, he trembled when he heard the words, and subconsciously said:
"Yes, I don't know where to go..."

Amidst the clattering sound, a bag of silver was thrown on the table, precisely on the bet that no one dared to bet on. Wang Anfeng controlled his character at this time, and calmly said:
"Ten for one."

Step, turn around.

With his back facing these warriors, the young man felt a little relaxed, and his tense face softened unconsciously.

As if spring is coming, the ice melts into water.

But no one saw this scene. When he stepped out of the inn, his face was still cold and hard.

After Wang Anfeng went out, the original dead silence in the inn was instantly occupied by the loud noise that erupted, and all the Jianghu people stared wide-eyed, arguing with each other, and the atmosphere was extremely heated.

The face of the innkeeper was already pale.

The young man staggered two steps and fell down on the chair. His heart was beating wildly. Through the carnival-like noise of warriors in the inn, the hissing of a horse could be heard outside the door.

Immediately, a horseshoe fell on the bluestone, making a crisp and continuous sound. The sound gradually faded away, followed by noise and cheers.

The sound of the martial artist leaping and performing light kung fu, the muffled sound of the sword and weapon at the waist hitting the thigh.

And screaming.

The sound of clothes flapping.

This complicated and unusual voice rose suddenly, reached its peak in a blink of an eye, and then calmed down.

For a moment, the young man could only hear the sound of his heart beating and his heavy but weak breathing, his eyes widened, and horrifying thoughts emerged in his mind, constantly impacting his fragile state of mind.

On the nearby stove, the rice wine gradually faded from the chill.

Not yet cooked.

On the amber-like wine, the impurities that have not been filtered out move slightly, like thousands of red-tailed golden carps flicking their tails, creating fine ripples.

The silence was broken.

The young man's expression suddenly changed.

In his ears, the sound of footsteps and clothes rubbing against each other resounded again, like the Yangtze River rolling in, but for some reason, it maintained a strange silence.

It was as if everything was suppressed by some invisible force.

In the silence, only the crisp sound of horseshoes sounded, getting closer and clearer.

Like running thunder.

The blood on the young man's face gradually faded.

With a clattering sound, the tightly closed door of the inn was directly pushed open, the hem of the clothes fluttered, and the cold winter wind swept through, rushing into the house, and the young warrior in black strong suit strode in.

Throwing it casually, the object fell directly into the arms of the young man. The latter took a closer look, but saw a majestic and familiar face. At this time, his angry eyes were wide open, and he couldn't bear to die!
The last trace of blood faded from the young man's face, he screamed, and sat down on the ground.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand to capture the wooden box full of silver over there, turned and left, a red skinny horse stood outside the door, got on the horse, and left the place with a long hiss.

Rivers and lakes news.

After the Xuanjia branch was destroyed.

The Tianshen sub-altar of Bulao Pavilion was destroyed again.

In the West Dingzhou area, there is only the last branch of the Bulao Pavilion left.

The entire Fufeng Jianghu was completely detonated, and the eyes of countless people gathered on the Bulao Pavilion, ready to watch the latter's reaction.

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On the Evergreen Mountain, in the Bulao Pavilion.

The people in the Bulao Pavilion who originally planned to make some preparations couldn't bear it anymore.

If he waited until after the information was collected, the face of the Bulao Pavilion would have already been swollen by that warrior, and even if he was killed later, it would be difficult to gain a foothold in the Fufeng rivers and lakes.

The pavilion master held the second piece of blood-colored silk in his hand, and stared at it for a long time.

He let out a long breath of foul air, put it on the table next to him, and said slowly:

"Great Elder, please take someone with you this time."

"Second Elder, Third Elder, and Elder Mei go together, bring the treasure in the door, and set up the four-element poison formation, and we will definitely kill it."

The old man seated at the top stood up, clasped his fists and bowed, saying:
"The old man understands."

"I just don't know, where should we go to wait for this beast?"

The pavilion master glanced over the silk beside him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said slowly:

"Western Dingzhou."

"The last place outside the altar."

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West Dingzhou City, the residence of the Giant Whale Gang.

Gongsun Jing looked calm, and gently wiped the tip of the spear.

It was sharp and cold.

After wiping it several times, he put the cloth dipped in spirits on the table next to him. Gongsun exhaled, his expression changed slightly.

It should be about the same.

Of the two things Wang Anfeng said to him a few days ago, the first one has already dispatched Li Laosan, so there should be no problem.

The second thing...

Gongsun Jing closed his eyes slightly, and then remembered what the young man said a few days ago.

"Gongsun, are you interested in playing a play with me?"

The corner of Gongsun Jing's mouth opened slightly, and his eyes fell on the wooden table next to him. On it was a map of the vicinity of Xiding Prefecture. He raised his palm and spread his five fingers, firmly pressing it outside a county.

Here is the last sub-altar of Bulao Pavilion.

Also, the place where the plan is closed.

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