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Chapter 320 Breakthrough, incomprehensible! (22)

After an unknown amount of time passed, Wang Anfeng slowly opened his eyes.

The originally quiet aura on his body gradually became lively, unconsciously affecting the surroundings, and it seemed that even this world was brightened for a moment. This vision naturally attracted the attention of those warriors who were still here hundreds of meters away.

The warriors who were sitting on the ground or leaning against the stele stood up subconsciously.

Finally, wake up? !

There is already a fire-like glow surging in the sky, spreading hundreds of miles away. The winter sky is icy black and blue, like a cold river that does not melt all year round. At this time, compared with the red flowing clouds, the color is magnificent and magnificent. Underneath, the warrior with the ink knife on his back opened his eyes lightly, and there was an indescribable unique aura, which made people hold their breath unconsciously.

Wang Anfeng exhaled slightly.

Before he knew it, he had stood here for several hours. He raised his eyes and looked to the west. The flames were reflected in Wang Anfeng's eyes, just like the fire that burned down the mountain behind the town a few days ago.

Pursing his lips, Wang Anfeng suddenly took a step sideways.

He finally understood that he had completely stepped into the last thing that was lacking in the sixth rank.

After all, it's hard to calm down...

Something more had to be done.

The long knife behind his back screamed spontaneously, and the sound was clearer and clearer.

The red skinny horse noticed the change in Wang Anfeng's temperament, opened its eyes, suddenly raised its head and hissed loudly, and jumped forward suddenly. When it passed by the boy, it seemed to slow down for a moment. Wang Anfeng raised his hand and patted On the saddle, he jumped up and galloped towards the east, but in an instant, he had already disappeared under the gaze of those eyes.

With their backs facing the scorching sun, the warrior with the ink knife on his back stepped into the night from daytime.

The mount is like a dragon, and the flames rise.

From time to time, there was the shrill sound of a knife clanging, echoing endlessly in the distant sky.

The combination of these various images has an extremely powerful impact, making those warriors feel a little difficult to breathe.

One of the rangers in their thirties finally let out a breath after a long time.

In the eyes, a strange color flickered, and he raised his right hand to his chest, aware of the crazy beating speed of his heart, and couldn't help but sighed, saying:

"Is this the top expert in Jianghu..."

Without fear, he knew that his opponent was ambushing him here, but he came alone with a knife and came calmly.

By its own strength.

Fight fiercely with five masters of the same level, in an instant, hurt one person, lose one person, defeat them, do not chase and kill them, and take it easy.

Just thinking about this kind of thing made his body tremble slightly.

At this moment, a martial artist suddenly exclaimed and said in a trembling voice:
"He, he went to the east..."

The man sneered in his heart.

It's just going to the east, so why make a fuss...

The smile on his face froze suddenly.

The ranger's eyes slowly widened.

East...that's not...

Turning his head suddenly to look, the sky had been swallowed by darkness at this time, he looked at the direction of the dark night, and felt only absurd and crazy in his heart.

This is Guangfeng City, outside the city of Dingzhou in the west, and in the east, it is the direction to Zhongzhou, Fufeng County.

There is a mountain there.

The name of the mountain is evergreen...

......................................................

According to this, a hundred miles away, in a small city.

Gongsun Jing and several elders from the Bulao Pavilion met here, found a random restaurant, and ordered some wine and meat.

Qu Kang'an stood up, offered a glass of wine to Gongsun Jing, drank it with his neck up, and sighed:

"This time, I would like to thank Brother Gongsun..."

Gongsun Jing also drank wine into his throat and said:
"Hahaha, brother Qu is polite."

The old man laughed twice, sat back to his seat, held the wine glass, and sighed again:

"It's ridiculous to say that if it wasn't for the help of Gongsun Xiandi today, the old man would have directly confessed to the sword... Heh, the world makes people, the world makes people, when the old man came out of the mountain, but I never thought it would end like this.”

After saying that, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face.

When he left the Bulao Pavilion with the treasure in the name of the Pavilion Master that day, he swears that this attack must be sure, and it doesn't take much effort to kill the warrior who dares to provoke the Bold Pavilion.

How could he have imagined that he would need help from others today to escape his life?

Now the encounter, it turns out that only the four words of making people out of the world can express it.

Shaking his head, he raised his hand and poured the wine down his throat.

Gongsun Jing was sitting opposite to Qu Kang'an. At this time, he had a little more stab wounds. He had found an empty place to pretend. His handling was quite sophisticated. He is a big favorite.

Putting the wine glass in his hand on the table, Gongsun Jing's face also became serious, and said:
"However, what happened to Elder Zhao's injury?"

This elder surnamed Zhao changed his voice and changed his voice to the elder of the Bulao Pavilion who took Wang Anfeng's sword head-on. Hearing this, Qu Kang'an seemed to have a gloomy expression on his face, but he was unwilling to show it in front of Gongsun Jing. He forced himself to laugh and said:

"Fortunately, the breath has stabilized."

Gongsun Jing nodded, with a hint of worry on his face, he said:
"Brother Zhao is an auspicious person, so he must be worry-free."

Seeing that the former did not continue to question him, Qu Kang'an was relieved, but at the same time he felt helpless and resentful, he also developed more affection for Gongsun Jing, took the initiative to fetch the wine pot, poured wine for the latter, and comforted him:
"Let's not mention this for now, Elder Mei is healing Junior Brother Zhao, you and I will drink first."

Gongsun Jing nodded and said with a smile:

"I and other people in the world really shouldn't behave like those little children. It's the younger brother who lost his composure. Come on, the younger brother will punish himself with three cups first."

After all, he drank again and again, quite boldly.

Immediately, it seemed that he was overwhelmed with alcohol, a bright red color appeared on his face, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the depths of the eyes covered by the strong drunkenness were clear, except for the cold light.

The corner of his mouth grinned slightly.

That Elder Zhao... Don't even try to get up again.

The lute bone was secretly injured by the unique technique of the Shenwu Mansion back then. Since the opening of the Shenwu Mansion, no one can save it.

Since he must be an enemy in the future, it is better to destroy one of the masters now, and at the same time involve part of the resources of the Bulao Pavilion.

Thoughts flashed by, then he raised his hand and continued to drink into his throat.

Just at this time, there were galloping horses galloping along the road, accompanied by loud shouts, echoing in the street, quite ear-piercing.

Qu Kang'an disliked loud noises most by nature, and frowned subconsciously. When he found that Gongsun Jing was looking at him, he seemed a little puzzled. He paused in his heart, not wanting to affect his own image, so he shook his head, pretending to be free and easy, and said:
"It's already night, and I'm still so flustered."

"It seems that this martial artist really doesn't have much enthusiasm, and his mood is unstable. Only when Mount Tai collapses on his face without changing his face, can he be regarded as a little successful..."

Gongsun Jing also nodded and said:
"Indeed, what we martial artists pay attention to is the state where the mind is like a mirror, and the mind is not chaotic..."

Before Gongsun's voice fell completely, the sound of horse hooves gradually approached, and a person outside the door rolled off the saddle and rushed into the restaurant. Frozen or extremely excited, he looked around at the diners and warriors in the restaurant, and shouted loudly:
"News from Jianghu! News from Jianghu!"

"Knife Crazy defeated the Great Elder of the Bulao Pavilion, and Gongsun Jing of the Giant Whale Gang, holding a knife at this time, pointed directly at Changqing Peak, where the main pavilion of the Bulao Pavilion is located!"

The smile on Qu Kang'an's face froze completely.

The wine cup in his hand shattered into powder.

The clear wine poured down from between his fingers and spilled onto the skirt of his clothes, the smell was extremely strong and pungent, quite embarrassing.

Gongsun Jing on the opposite side looked at the old man in front of him, pursed his lips, and suddenly had a very strong urge to repeat what the old man said just now, after thinking about it, he still restrained this extremely temptation by virtue of his tenacious will idea.

The military spy with thick eyebrows and big eyes sat on the seat, his face was pained and astonished, but he shook his head in his heart and almost laughed out loud:

Tsk, state of mind, state of mind...

PS: The second one is more...

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