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Chapter 396 Writing a Letter (22)

A Ping washed up and changed into the brand-new clothes he bought. He just walked out the door when he saw the rather simple and honest innkeeper half lying on the ground, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he was a little puzzled.

Looking up and seeing Wang Anfeng who was coming forward, he asked doubtfully:
"Brother Wang, what happened to the shopkeeper?"

Wang Anfeng glanced sideways at Zhou Gang, raised his hand and rubbed A Ping's slightly damp black hair, and said with a gentle smile:
"Treasurer Zhou is practicing kung fu... positive internal strength, when the heat is reached, the whole body will naturally become hot. If you don't believe me, just ask."

"Treasurer Zhou, isn't it?"

He looked back at Zhou Gang with a smile.

Zhou Gang shivered violently, with a simple and honest smile on his face, he nodded and said:

"Yes, that's right."

"I lost my mind for a while while practicing, but the little guest officer laughed, laughed."

A Ping didn't feel suspicious when he saw this, looked at Zhou Gang who was covered in sweat, and said sincerely:
"Shopkeeper, you are so amazing..."

The smile on Zhou Gang's face froze, and the smile almost couldn't hold on.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand and patted the top of A Ping's head lightly, and said with a smile:

"Okay, Ah Ping, shopkeeper Zhou still needs to continue practicing, so don't disturb him."

"Besides, your hair hasn't been dried yet. It's cold outside now, so you don't have to worry about getting a cold."

"Go into the house quickly, I still have something for you here."

Hearing Wang Anfeng's voice seemed a little annoyed, Ah Ping responded, and obediently entered the room. Wang Anfeng glanced at Zhou Gang, entered the room, and closed the door casually.

Until this time, Zhou Gang felt relieved.

My heart relaxed, my body was a little relaxed, I stood for a while, and then I came back to my senses, I supported the stone table with one hand, and planned to sit on the stool, thinking about what happened just now, regretful and afraid, and sighed heavily Tone, it is cold in winter at this time, this breath turns into white air as soon as it is exhaled, exhaled on the porcelain cup placed on the stone table.

The porcelain cup silently turned into powder.

Zhou Gang's expression froze for a moment.

His brain seemed to turn into a paste. After a long while, he almost instinctively thought of the scene where Wang Anfeng flicked the teacup just now.

Could it be that……

Zhou Gang's pupils widened.

Thoughts were racing through his mind, his complexion became paler and he could barely see any blood, and there was a crash, he was obviously a big man with a strong and burly body, but at this moment only his right arm was supported on the stone table to keep him from being limp go down.

The boy's gentle smile was in his eyes.

In my mind, there was another thought that lingered like a shadow——

Seventh grade master!

Inside the room, Wang Anfeng had already handed the mask to A Ping, smiling gently, watching the young man happily try to cover his face with this delicate disguise mask.

In his heart, he was thinking secretly.

Just now, he intentionally revealed the inner strength attainments that a seventh-rank martial artist should have. With the eyesight that Tan Yurou values, he should be able to spot it.

In this way, although Zhou Gang must have been beaten, he never dared to give birth to the slightest rebellious heart.

The latter relied on brute force to make his way in the rivers and lakes back then, and his martial arts was at best a master of the ninth rank.And a warrior of the ninth rank realm, although capable of fighting lions and tigers, will not have a second choice at all when faced with the pursuit of a seventh rank warrior who is concentrating on internal strength.

Presumably it should be honest.

If he was dishonest, Gongsun Jing still had things that Zhou Gang didn't want to be known all these years.

Jianghu is a fighting field, Tan Yurou's ability to take these warriors who were originally notoriously famous for his own use is not due to his gentle words.

Naturally, he himself can't act like Tan girl, understatement, holding the handle of these villains in his hands and playing with it without hurting himself at all.

If Zhou Gang still doesn't cooperate, he has no choice but to let the Giant Whale Gang take over this secret spot.

Write the little secret of this murderous man in the rivers and lakes into a letter, and then 'accidentally' send it to Brother Yan Ling's desk...

By the way, there seems to be some unclear relationship between the Shenfengtang and the Cui family today, as well as the local officials.

Take some time to write a letter to Big Brother Yan Ling...

While Wang Anfeng was in a daze, Ah Ping had already put the mask on his face, and stood in front of the bronze mirror in the room for a while, raising his palm to touch his face. The tentacles first covered the delicate skin, and then That somewhat familiar hideous scar.

His palms trembled a little.

Turning around abruptly, he walked up to Wang Anfeng in a few steps, pointed at his face, opened his mouth, but only said:

"Brother Wang, I'm fine..."

Wang Anfeng suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, raised his eyes, and saw a three-point handsome face, this disguise mask was considered top-grade, and the hideous scar on Aping's face could not be seen with the naked eye, but because the young man used it for the first time This disguise mask looks somewhat ridiculous.

Wang Anfeng held back his laughter, raised his hand and pulled A Ping in front of him, looked him up and down, and said with a gentle smile:

"not bad."

"The craft of this mask is not bad..."

Aping nodded heavily.

Wang Anfeng thought for a while, looked at A Ping, and said with a smile:
"Ping, I still have some tricks about disguise."

"After you learn it, at least when you use this mask, you will be more familiar with it."

Aping nodded and said:

"I am willing to learn what Big Brother Wang taught me."

Wang Anfeng laughed and said, "Okay, come here, I'll teach you now."

As he spoke, he took out a pen and paper from the side of the table, and while writing on the paper, he lowered his voice to tell Aping in detail.

Naturally, what he taught couldn't be what Hong Luoyu taught him. According to the rules of the world, master martial arts cannot be taught personally, even by blood relatives.

But when Hong Luoyu was teaching him the skills of the God Thief, in order to show off, he casually said some skills of other schools.

Although he was demoted to nothing by Hong Luoyu at the time, Wang Anfeng now understands how earth-shattering his masters are.

To be honest, even Hong Luoyu's martial arts, which are called shit like shit, have merits in the Jianghu, not to mention these skills that are used to compare with their own martial arts.

He remembers everything clearly.

In Shaolin Temple.

"Hey, this kid is pretty smart..."

Hong Luoyu smacked his mouth, smiling so hard that his eyes narrowed.

He was riding the thin red horse.

This horse seemed to be a little thinner than when Wang Anfeng turned into a sword maniac and chased Bulaoge, but it was more powerful, breathing like smoke, like some kind of carnivorous beast.

Mr. Ying rarely spoke, his eyes were indifferent and empty, like an eagle hovering in the sky.

A Taoist robe stood beside him.

His hands are behind his back, his head is full of white hair, but he looks like a young man, with a soft face and no sharp spots. There is a tear mole at the corner of his right eye. He is quietly looking at the green shirt that teaches Aping in the phantom in front of him. juvenile.

"Is that him?"

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