The Great Tao Chronicle

"Hero Conference?"

Tieshan chewed on these four words and shook his head involuntarily: "Apart from the king of knights, these martial arts people are not heroes."

Killing with a sharp weapon in your heart begins, let alone martial arts?

During his career as a head hunter at Six Gates, he could see that there were many people in the martial arts who were bullying the weak, and many so-called heroes, who secretly did enough deeds to make many people in the Demon Sect feel ashamed.

"Tie Caitou seems to respect the King of Heroes?"

An Qisheng glanced at Tieshan.

He has a deep understanding of Tieshan. This is an outlier in this world. He follows the laws and takes care of human feelings. Unfortunately, when the laws and human feelings conflict, he can't accept it.

His attitude towards martial arts people is very poor, and this is the first time I have heard him praise a person so much.

"Mr. Yun is different from other martial arts people. I admire him very much."

Tieshan sternly said:

"Does the Taoist know how the chivalrous gate's gate was established in the land of Zhongzhou?"

Before waiting for An Qisheng to answer, Tieshan said to himself:

"The mountain gate of Chivalry Gate was built by Mr. Yun himself and spent decades working with his disciples to build it bit by bit.

The chivalrous door does not occupy the land of the common people, and does not support farmers. The food in the door is all harvested from farming, breeding, and hunting. The clothes are also woven by the old lady Yun and her female relatives!

The chivalrous warriors are different from those so-called young heroes in the Jianghu. Heroes must investigate before eliminating evil. After eliminating evil, the fields and acres they have obtained will be returned to their original owners. If the original owner is not there, it will be exchanged for food and distributed to the poor people.”

Tieshan respects Yun Haitian very much, and when he talks about it, he can't seem to stop.

Recalling the fate of Yun Dongliu, An Qisheng had to nod.

He didn't know exactly what kind of person Yun Haitian was, but at least before his death, he had always followed his own path and had never done anything wrong to the world.

To say he is a good man is an understatement.

After all, with Yun Haitian's martial arts, as long as he thought about it, all the glory, wealth, gold and silver jewelry, beauty and power were just a matter of hand.

Can take but not take, can condone but not connivance, this is not something anyone can do.

You can call him pedantic, but you have to admit that he is a good guy.

"It's a pity that Feng Qingxuan didn't dare to fight, otherwise, if Mr. Yun's injuries were not healed, then Feng Qingxuan would surely die."

Iron Mountain is a pity.

Recently, Feng Qingxuan has committed a lot of murders.

Mozong acted extremely ruthlessly, and he didn't care about passers-by when he shot. He shot seven times, and he killed many passers-by.

"Feng Qingxuan is deliberately avoiding Yun Haitian, but he may not dare"

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed.

There are many martial arts people in his dreams, including Bai Xian'er from the Demon Sect.

Naturally, Pang Wanyang is not unfamiliar.

The master of the Six Prison Demon Sect, and now the number one expert in the weapon spectrum, the martial arts he practiced is a strange martial art called "The Heart Sutra of War Demons".

Needless to say about the power of this martial art, what he cared about the most was that this martial art was about starting with momentum and getting stronger with more battles.

In the past, Pang Wanyang was able to fight alone in the world and became stronger and stronger, relying on this martial art.

What many martial arts sects are afraid of is that he has been preparing for decades, and once he makes a move, it must be shocking.

This Feng Qingxuan avoided Yun Haitian, not necessarily because he was afraid of this heroic king, but more likely because he was accumulating his own momentum.

"What does the Taoist mean?"

Tieshan frowned slightly.

An Qisheng smiled and turned to ask, "Is the group of people watching nearby still there?"

"It's still there on the bright side, but I don't know what's in the dark."

Tieshan shook his head slightly.

He can naturally detect the people who are following the six doors on the open, but secretly Fang Yuhong, Tong Luyang and others, although he guesses that they may be following behind.

But can't find where they are.

"Can you escape?"

An Qisheng asked again.

"Their goal is you, the Taoist priest. Even if I leave, they may not expose it in advance for me."

Tieshan thought for a while and answered.

"That being the case, go back to Nanliang City and open Yangxiaotang again."

An Qisheng slowly got up and said lightly.

"Daoist thinks?"

Tieshan was shocked.

An Qisheng looked into the distance and said leisurely:

"When I return to Nanliang City, no one will dare to chase and kill me."

"Tie Shan has left Anyang Mansion?"

On the third floor of an ordinary restaurant in the city, Fang Yuhong listened to the reports of his subordinates expressionlessly, and said lightly:

"But he left alone?"

"Only him, the old Taoist did not leave."

The head in Tsing Yi bowed slightly and said:

"Can you capture this traitor?"

"No need."

Fang Yuhong waved his hand:

"It's just an iron mountain, it doesn't matter when you cook. After the Gorefiend is subjugated, there will be time to slowly concoct him."

"My subordinate understands."

The catcher bowed slightly and stepped back.

On the second floor by the window, Tong Luyang was drinking in the wind, and after Na Kuai retreated, he turned around and looked at Fang Yuhong:

"He's leaving."

"good."

A smile appeared on Fang Yuhong's face:

"Spirit Seizing Magic is famous for stealing other people's inner strength true qi. This time, many masters have gathered in Zhongzhou. For him, it is naturally an excellent opportunity. Even if I am him, I will not let it go."

During this period of time, Fang Yuhong also brought in records about the magic art of seizing spirits from the six doors while tracking, and learned the terrifying aspects of this magic art.

But the more he knows, the more he believes that people who have obtained this kind of magic art can let go of the temptation and not absorb their inner strength and true energy.

The reason why no one stopped Tieshan from inquiring about the news was because he deliberately condoned it.

Even a large part of the information was provided by him.

"Old Fang, do you think that the Six Prison Demon Sect's appearance in such a grand manner might have other intentions?"

Tong Luyang has some thoughts between his eyebrows:

"A few years ago, whenever people from the Demon Sect appeared, whether it was our Six Gates, or Jinyiwei and Dongchang, they would all operate. This time, why are those adults still not moving?"

The relationship between the Six Prison Demon Sect and the Wulin Zhengdao was incompatible, but the relationship with the imperial court was even worse.

The reason why Mozong is called Mozong is not the slander of martial arts people and the court, but that they, whether it is martial arts or deeds, are incompatible with normal people.

Not all decent people are good people, but there are absolutely no good people in Mozong.

Without him, it is impossible for a good person to practice the Demon Sect, let alone survive in the Six Prison Demon Sect.

There are very few 'normal' martial arts in the Six Prison Demon Sects of harvesting yin and replenishing yang, killing people to practice martial arts, and condensing blood pills.

Therefore, the court can tolerate people in the martial arts, and it can be said that the Six Prison Demon Sect is completely killed. Once it appears, it will inevitably be surrounded and killed.

"I don't understand it either."

Fang Yuhong shook his head slightly, he had also thought about this for a long time.

"You said, could it be those adults and Pang Wanyang?"

Tong Luyang's eyes flashed, and a terrible thought flashed in his heart.

"Otherwise, Pang Wanyang is a single husband. He not only wants to be the number one in martial arts, but also wants to be the real number one in the world. The king can't tolerate him, nor can several adults tolerate him. There is no possibility of cooperation at all."

Fang Yuhong knew what Tong Luyang wanted to say, but he just waved his hand:

"Don't say more about this, our mission this trip is Gorefiend. If you are interested in other things, just go back to Beijing and ask Lord Catcher in person."

Regarding this matter, he had a lot of doubts in his heart.

Thinking of the orders that Jinyiwei, Dongchang, and their six doors have suddenly received in the past few years, he can vaguely feel that the above people seem to be playing a big game of chess.

Hearing this, Tong Luyang didn't say much anymore. Sooner or later, what should be known will be known. If the above people don't want them to know.

It's better not to know.

"Okay, maybe the Gorefiend should move, let's relax our vigilance and let him go."

Fang Yuhong held the window in his hand, overlooking the busy traffic on the long street, and said quietly:

"If it weren't for the fear of letting the tiger go back to the mountain, such a big devil should really be released and let the worms of the country taste a thing or two."

"Don't be careless, if he gets out of his control"

Tong Luyang drank a glass of wine and stood up.

"With my tracking methods, he can't get rid of me, eh?!"

As he spoke, Fang Yuhong's expression suddenly changed.

Before he could finish speaking, he had already broken the window, and his body swept dozens of meters in mid-air, and a few moves had approached the small yard rented by An Qisheng!

Huhu~

Fang Yuhong landed gently, and several six door catchers with ugly faces had already stepped forward.

One of them looked terrified:

"Sir, that, the old Taoist priest, suddenly disappeared."

"Disappeared suddenly?"

Fang Yuhong's face was sinking like water, he didn't need to look, he also knew that An Qisheng had long since disappeared.

He was a little suspicious.

He had adventures in his early years, and the condensed 'nose meridian' was different from ordinary people. He had smelled a person's breath, and he could lock his position within dozens of miles.

Unless someone can escape dozens of miles away in an instant, he can't hide it from his nose at all.

But at that moment, An Qisheng's scent suddenly stopped.

He couldn't escape dozens of miles in an instant, so he must have changed his aura by some means.

However, breath is not smell, everyone's breath is unique, how did he change his own breath?

huh~

At this time ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Tong Luyang, who was a step slower, also followed.

At a glance, you know what happened.

"He ran away?"

Tong Luyang's face suddenly gloomy.

"He can't run very far in such a short time, chase!"

He glanced at Fang Yuhong and walked away.

A few arrests followed in a hurry.

Fang Yuhong was silent, but his face felt hot.

As soon as he said that there is no possibility of escape, the person has disappeared, so how can he not be angry.

Fang Yuhong's face twitched, he had stepped on the eaves, looked around, there were thousands of breaths in the city, but there was no such breath that he had marked.

"Anchison"