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Chapter 317 Wang Anfeng's Mutation

Wang Anfeng walked slowly on the road.

Behind him, [-] meters away, I don't know when he has caught up with a lot of people in the rivers and lakes.

In the past few days, his name has already gained a great reputation in the Fufeng Jianghu, and he did not deliberately cover up his whereabouts. Naturally, his every move is seen by others.

The rivers and lakes are vast, so there is no shortage of people who like to watch the excitement.

Not to mention such an interesting thing.

Wang Anfeng turned a blind eye to those hot, curious, or malicious gazes.

He just walked forward slowly.

The eyes are calm.

In his opinion, this is the last battle of the ink knife, or the sword maniac. After today, this identity can be hidden in the world and no longer appear in the world.

But just these few days of disguise had already given him a completely different feeling.

The Golden Bell Jar he practiced relied on the Diamond Sutra, which refers to the core of the Buddhist principles of no self, no sentient beings, and all appearances are not appearances.

The nature and behavior of 'Sword Maniac' are completely different from Wang Anfeng's and even Yi Nanping's. He saves people from the sea of ​​suffering by killing people, and he is indifferent.

The book collector is gentle and gentle, and his subordinates are merciful everywhere.

But Yi Nan Ping was so angry that he killed people.

At this time, he walked forward slowly, the clothes on his body were refined by Mr. Ying specially for him. During the fight, the faster the internal force circulated, the lighter the clothes. At this time, he had not mobilized the internal force, so it was extremely heavy. I almost feel like carrying a green mountain on my back. Step by step, every step I take, my three identities emerge in my mind.

With each step, these three identities become lighter.

In the end, there is nothing else to do.

All phases are not phases.

Among the meridians, the vitality that had fully reached the sixth rank seemed to feel a certain kind of unique stimulation at this time, and it accelerated unconsciously. Together with the inner strength of the seventh-rank golden bell cover of the boy himself, it spread unconsciously, outlining the void around Wang Anfeng , but slowly dissipated, never arousing the vision in the eyes visible to the naked eye like a normal sixth-rank master.

Behind Wang Anfeng, a martial artist in black frowned, looked at the young martial artist walking slowly ahead, and said in a low voice:
"What is this man doing?"

"I heard that the Bulao Pavilion has sent a master out of the mountain. If he walked so slowly, wouldn't he be caught? Even if his martial arts are very high, isn't that too much?"

He still had half a sentence left unsaid.

In Jianghu, overly proud masters die by the sword every day.

Others were also puzzled, shook their heads, thought for a while, then lowered their voice again, and said:
"I don't know, maybe he has his own plans?"

"After all, he is a sixth-rank expert in the world, so he probably thinks differently from us, right?"

At the end of the crowd, a young man in a blue and white Taoist robe lazily yawned, sat down on the back of a gray donkey, and looked up at Wang Anfeng who was walking slowly in front of him. Something strange.

Wherever his line of sight touched.

Every step the young man took, no matter the pace or the distance, was the same.

The actions at the next moment seemed to be just a repetition of the previous moment, and there was a slight awkward feeling, as if everything around was following the Dao, but that person was out of this rule.

Gradually, even this slight change seemed to disappear, the young man seemed to just stand in place, while the surrounding mountains, rivers and heavens naturally slid towards the back, forming a feeling of discomfort, But quite mysterious temperament.

Mu Shanxue's eyes brightened slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled into a lazy smile.

interesting……

There was also a woman in the crowd who suddenly noticed that the corners of the mouth of the Taoist priest who was too lazy to act like a dead dog were slightly raised, and his eyes were so clear that they seemed so handsome and out of this world. Companion, said softly:

"Hey, look over there..."

Beside him was a woman in her early twenties, carrying a long sword with a green front on her back. Hearing this, she subconsciously turned her head and said:
"what happened?"

"Look at that Taoist over there..."

The woman with the sword in her hand took a look, then looked back, and said with a teasing smile: "Hey, don't you hate men who are lazy and have no bones the most, so you run away from home and wander the rivers and lakes? Why did you change your temper today?"

The woman who spoke earlier was slightly startled, subconsciously turned her head to look, and said in her mouth:
"Lazy? No..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

The dusty and ethereal temperament of the Taoist priest only existed for less than a moment. At this time, he was limp on the back of the donkey. The pure white Taoist robe he was wearing hung down below. Although he was born in a handsome place, his temperament was really lazy and weak. Like an old crane that has lost its hair, looking at the sky weakly, it murmured:

"I'm so tired..."

"The 270th day after leaving my junior brother."

"miss him."

"So tired, so bored, so sleepy..."

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Guangfeng City has appeared far behind the line of sight.

And the station is even closer.

Waves appeared in Wang Anfeng's calm water-like pupils.

Thirty miles is not a long distance for a successful martial artist like him. At this time, with his eyesight, he can already see the convoy of the Bulao Pavilion outside the gate, as well as the tower hanging above the post station. The red tassels, like a fierce flame, dance with the wind.

This means that the plan is all right.

Peace of mind.

However, it was like a ray of flame falling into the heart lake, causing slight ripples, and then like boiling oil, a raging flame burst into flames in an instant.

Mu Shanxue's lazy body suddenly stiffened.

His pupils opened slightly, and subconsciously rolled over like a lazy donkey. With a grunt, he got up and looked in Wang Anfeng's direction.

The boy's black hair, which was originally hanging on his shoulders, moved without wind, and the surrounding air slowly and firmly began to twist.

A low exclamation came from the crowd.

But all warriors who walk the rivers and lakes recognize the signs that seem ordinary in the eyes of ordinary people.

A line of frozen eyes fell within three feet of Wang Anfeng's body.

Immediately, the sight became hot in an instant.

Wang Anfeng felt nothing about the outside world, and walked forward slowly.

With steady and quiet steps, another illusory but real 'self' appeared on the left side, dressed in a blue shirt, carrying a wooden sword, with a clean and gentle smile.

The one on the right is holding a bamboo sword, his face is ferocious, his temperament is decisive and sharp.

The sword was green and dragged on the ground.

The boy stopped suddenly.

Slowly raising his eyes, he looked at the station that was only a hundred meters ahead.

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In the station, Gongsun Jing was laughing loudly.

Suddenly an indifferent voice came from the ear, saying:
"Plan change."

Deep in the man's pupils, his expression changed slightly.

at the same time.

A hundred meters away, Wang Anfeng, who had stopped for a full incense stick, finally took a step forward slowly under the quiet gaze of those warriors.

This step fell, but there seemed to be three footsteps.

In his state of mind, the 'library guard' in blue shirt.

'Yi Nan Ping' holding a bamboo sword.

The sword maniac who carried the ink knife on his back to kill evil also took a step forward at the same time.

So it returned to one in an instant.

In a trance, there seemed to be joy in everyone's ears, clapping and laughing, and singing endlessly.

There is no sign of self, no sign of others, and no sign of sentient beings.

You can see that everything is different.

A circle of air waves blew from Wang Anfeng's feet, sweeping across all directions in an instant, the people behind them stopped subconsciously, as if an invisible river was separated from the young people who were walking forward, and they were still on this bank. And the young people ahead have already entered the middle class.

One step away is the difference between heaven and earth.

It was difficult for everyone to take a step forward, but the gray donkey didn't seem to be affected at all. It walked slowly and kept moving forward, following behind the boy.

Wang Anfeng raised his right hand slowly, and stroked the handle of the knife behind his back.

Take 37 steps forward.

The ink knife was pulled out.

As a result, there was a fierce and fierce aura, soaring into the sky, as if declaring war, pointing directly at the ten-foot-high station.

The long red flag is constantly waving.

Inside the station, several people stood up abruptly.

The voice next to Gongsun Jing's ear also dropped the last sentence.

"Fake it for real, help him break through..."

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