Zhutian Avenue

"This ghost weather ..."

Outside Nanliang City, several soldiers shivered in the snow.

"Head, come, warm up after drinking the hot soup."

A vendor near the city gate came with hot soup and handed it to several soldiers.

"call!"

With a sigh of hot soup, a few soldiers breathed a sigh of relief: "This ghost weather, no matter how thick it is, there are wind and snow drilling into the bones, terribly ..."

The soldier's head was a middle-aged man in his forties, and he rubbed his flushed face.

When I was about to say anything, I saw snow drifting in the distance, and one man ran on horseback.

"Is there anyone in this ghost weather?"

Several soldiers murmured, put down the soup bowl, and stopped people to go as usual.

"do not move!"

Only the head of the king, after looking for a while, did not change his face until the horse came in a bit:

"It all flickered!"

call!

In the snow splashing, one person and one horse passed by, and the strong wind blew several soldiers to the ground.

The visitors stopped and did not stop. They walked straight through Chengmen Cave and ran across the long street. A few pedestrian vendors fell to the ground and jumped around.

"stop!"

The soldiers got up angrily and wanted to swear, and they were stopped by the king's head.

"Shut up, you want to die!"

The king's head scolded, looked at the back, and shook his head:

"That's Zhao Qiandu, the boss of the Zhao family. It is said that in the early years he worshiped at the Twelve Serial Docks to learn martial arts. Now he's back. I'm afraid he's going to mourn his father. Are you afraid to stop?

"Zhao Qiandu? The eldest son of Father Zhao?"

The faces of several other soldiers also changed.

The Zhao family is the head of the gentry in Nanliang City. The wealth of money is not that Qiu Ba can afford them.

"Father Zhao has been dead for three months. He is only back now, isn't he ..."

Some soldiers were a little confused.

"The Twelve Serial Docks are the northern martial arts. We are afraid that it is not tens of thousands of miles away from us. It is now very fast for him to get back the message."

The king shook his head and raised the hot soup bowl again:

"But it has nothing to do with us.

In our business, as long as the eyes are good enough, no heroes, no heroes will have general knowledge with us, and you still have to learn from me. "

"That's what it is."

........

"Drive! Drive!"

Zhao Qiandu faced sinking like water, running across the horse, his heart was full of anger.

Since receiving the news of his father's death, he asked to leave Twelve Serial Docks and ran to death along the way. I knew a few fast horses and hurried back at the fastest speed.

Although he did not return to Nanliang City for ten years, all the silver and medicine he provided in the Twelve Serial Docks came from Nanliang City. Nanliang City is his foundation.

There is absolutely no room for error.

"Law law ~"

Seeing Zhao's mansion from a distance, Zhao Qiandu shook his shoulders, stepped on the horse's back, and stretched his body together.

"Who?"

"Big, big boy! You are back!"

"It's Grandpa, Grandpa is back!"

The family at the door exclaimed.

"Where is my father's body?"

Zhao Qiandu has not spoken for a long time, and his voice is a little hoarse.

"The granddaughter rest assured that the lord's body was placed in the ice coffin, without any damage."

A family member said.

"Have the six doors ever been here?"

Zhao Qiandu shook his sleeve robe and walked into the village.

Several family members followed, and whispered:

"Two months ago, Tieshan captured the head to see the body of the master ..."

"Iron Mountain? How many heads?"

Zhao Qiandu looked indifferent.

"Five heads."

"Five grades?"

Zhao Qiandu stepped down and turned his face: "It's not clear in the letter, what happened in Nanliang County? The catch of Wupin in the six doors is not low.

"Several well-known experts in Nanliang County have been killed, not only in Nanliang County, but also in several nearby counties."

The old housekeeper hurried to answer:

"Except for Wang Quandao, several experts in Nanliang County who entered the threshold of internal training were killed."

"Ok?"

Zhao Qiandu raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes flickered: "He alone is not dead?"

The old housekeeper nodded:

"Yes, but Tieshan caught the head and went to investigate. He also suffered severe internal injuries and died shortly."

"Where is he?"

"South of the city, Anyi Lane."

Huh ~

The old butler's voice did not fall, Zhao Qiandu turned and stepped out, disappearing in the street together.

"Master, where are you going ..."

.......

South of Nanliang City, Anyi Lane.

Hey!

what!

In the small courtyard, in the thick snow, the two little guys punched each other with an eye.

At the door of the room, An Qisheng was sitting on a lounger, with a white beard in one hand, and a cup of hot tea in one hand.

"Be strong and loose."

An Qisheng spoke softly and pointed.

After two months of teaching, An Qisheng had to admit that the qualifications of his two apprentices were very ordinary and could not be said to be poor, but they were far from good.

His improved boy skills are a bit more complicated, so that for two months, both little guys have not developed internal strength.

However, under normal circumstances, the average martial arts practitioners practice their internal forces for more than a month to a year, so don't worry too much.

Genius is also between a day and a half months.

The first practice like him gave him a sense of anger, and Wang Quan's old memory had no such thing at all.

"Humph!"

"what!"

The two little guys raised their fists and kicked in the snow, looking serious.

The thick snow had been flattened long ago, An Qisheng poured cold water again, and the ground was slippery. If the lower plate was unstable, he would fall.

After watching for a while, An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly.

Grunt ~

As soon as he closed his eyes, all that he could hear was the sound of a cat-tiger snoring sounding in his ear.

This is Tiger Leopard Thunder.

On the mysterious star, the inner boxing technique has been evolved to a very high degree, and this degree is not an increase in destructive power.

It's some terminology, the solution of tricks.

For example, An Qisheng was running the Tiger Leopard Thunder.

The tiger leopard thunder is essentially a high-frequency vibration of the muscle under subjective control, infiltrating the force into the internal organs and bones.

So as to achieve the role of refining dirty, refining the marrow.

The sound next to his ear is not the sound of bone friction, but the vibration of the eardrum in the ear caused by the force of up and down through the three levels of the spine.

This sound can only be heard by the invincible mastery of Haw Par Lei Yin.

Jiufu Realm did not specifically wash the bone marrow. The internal organs' methods may not be used, or he may not have touched them.

However, after An Qisheng tried, he found that after having the internal force, the effectiveness of the Tiger Leopard Thunder increased greatly.

Under the vibration of the bones and bones, the internal force will wash the internal organs and bone marrow faster.

Since this time, in addition to the daily internal force homework, he has been washing the internal organs and bone marrow with tiger and leopard thunder.

In addition, washing the viscera with the tiger and leopard thunder can eliminate the remnants of the elixir and swallow more of the elixir.

Therefore, after two months, the physical strength gradually became stronger, and the physical strength and internal strength became deeper.

"what?"

At a certain moment, An Qisheng's heart moved and opened his eyes:

"That's it for today. You go back to your room first."

"Oh!"

The two little guys looked like they were retracting and went back to the house.

boom!

Only a short while after the two boys left, the gate of the courtyard was suddenly opened.

The two solid wood doors flew up and sprung, making a sizzling whine, like shells hitting An Qisheng who was sitting at the door!

"People of the Snake King Mountain? Did they come in the day?"

An Qisheng's eyes blinked slightly.

He didn't move, and still had time to put down the tea cup in his hand, then stretch his arms one by one, set off the air flow, and grabbed the two wooden doors that were coming by.

Huge strength and body, but disappeared like a mud cow into the sea, without splashing the slightest ripples.

boom!

Almost as the door flew out, a figure wrapped in snow drifted and screamed, rushing towards the face!

Huh!

The sound of the sound of gold and iron swelled, and the comer swept his waist, and the savage sword light was cut out as if he were a pianist!

The air whizzed past, snow drifted across the sky, tearing the airflow like lightning, across several feet!

The comer seized the opportunity, and the shot was fierce, far more than those robbers before!

Slashing with a single sword brings ten times more deterrent power than the seven people shooting together!

"This knife is also interesting."

When An Qisheng moved, he stood upright, his muscles raged on his arms, and the two solid wood doors he was holding in his hands raised the wind.

Repeated shots towards people!

boom!

When the air flow was turbulent, the snow-white sword-like light suddenly disappeared into the sky.

Zhao Qiandu's body trembled and stepped back two steps, the long knife drew down, his face was dignified:

"Severely injured? The six doors are really waste. Is this also called seriously injured?"

He was a little surprised.

This old priest is not only harmless, it seems to be much stronger than more than ten years ago. This time, he suffered a little from the loss.

"The knife is good, but people can't."

An Qisheng dropped half of the wooden door in his hand and glanced at the person slightly:

"who are you?"

"Twelve serial docks, Zhao Qiandu."

Zhao Qiandu looked dignified, and the dangling long knife was buzzing, as if he would be ready at any time:

"You are seriously injured, but secretly intact, I wonder what it means?"

"Injury, after all, to be raised."

An Qisheng responded coldly.

Although he recognized that the person was not from the King of the Snake King, his shot was fierce and he didn't ask why he shot it.

"As far as I know, you are not famous in Nanliang County and several nearby counties, and Wu Gong doesn't seem to be very good ..."

Zhao Qiandu kept his eyes on An Qisheng with a gloomy look:

"So ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Why do many masters, including my father, only survive and work hard? Why do you pretend to be a serious catcher who cheated six doors?

What do you want to hide? or......."

Having said that, Zhao Qiandu took a step forward, and Li Li's voice sounded like thunder:

"You are the murderer ?!"

"......."

An Qisheng was shocked and silenced by his clear thoughts, and his eyes were cold:

"Reading about your father who just died, pay me the door, and then go away, the old man will not care about you."

Zhao Qiandu's face sank, and he couldn't bear the killing in his heart anymore. The long knife hummed and uttered a chilling knife:

"Old thing, you're looking for death!"

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