Zhutian Avenue

"Hero meeting?"

Tieshan chewed these four words again, and shook his head involuntarily: "Except for Xia Wang, this group of martial arts people is not a hero."

With a sharp weapon to kill the heart, let's talk about martial arts?

In his career as a head catcher at Six Doors, he can see that there are more stubborn bulls in the martial arts, many so-called heroes, secretly doing enough to make many people in Mozong feel ashamed.

"Iron catcher seems to respect King Xia?"

An Qisheng glanced at Tieshan.

He has a deep understanding of Tieshan. This is a heterogeneous one in this world. Following the law and taking into account human feelings, unfortunately, when the law and human rights conflict, he cannot accept it.

He had a very bad attitude towards the martial arts, and it was the first time he heard him admire him so much.

"Mr. Yun is different from other martial arts people. I am extremely impressed by his character."

Tieshan Zhengcheng Road:

"The director knows, how did the gate of Chivalry Gate stand in Zhongzhou?"

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

"The mountain gate of Chiayi Gate was built by Mr. Yun himself and his disciples bit by bit for decades.

The Chivalry Gate does not occupy ordinary people's acres and does not support farmers. The food in the gate is all cultivated, cultivated, and hunted. The clothes are also woven by the old woman Yun with a lot of female dependents!

Chivalry is different from the so-called heroes of heroes and heroes. Heroes must investigate before eliminating evil. The land and acres obtained after eliminating evil are returned to their original owners, and their wealth is not retained. The things belonged to the original owner, and the original owner was gone, and they were replaced with food for the poor people ... "

Tieshan has great respect for Yun Haitian, and it seems that he can't stop talking about it.

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

What kind of person Yun Haitian is, he doesn't know exactly, but at least before his death, he never abide by his own way, and never did anything to be sorry for the people in the world.

To be a good person is indeed too much.

After all, with Yun Haitian's martial arts, as long as he thinks, what glory, wealth, gold and silver jewelry, beauty power is just a hand.

It can be taken but not taken, and can be indulged but not indulged. Not everyone can do this.

You can say he is pedantic, but he has to admit that he is a good person.

"It's a pity that Feng Qingxuan didn't dare to fight, otherwise Mr. Yun Lao was unhealed, and Feng Qingxuan would surely die."

Iron Mountain is a pity.

Recently, Feng Qingxuan created a lot of sins.

Mozong acted extremely violently. He didn't care about passers-by. He made seven shots. The number of pedestrians killed by him was already unknown.

"Feng Qingxuan is deliberately avoiding the sea of ​​clouds, but he may not be afraid ..."

An Qisheng's eyes were dazzling.

There are many martial arts people in his dreams, among them are people like Mozong like Bai Xianer.

Naturally, it is not without understanding Pang Wanyang.

The master of the Six Prisons Demon Sect, now the master of weapon pedigree, his martial arts practice is a strange martial art called "War Demon Heart Sutra".

Needless to say the power of this martial art, the most important thing he cares about is that this martial art pays attention to an accumulation of momentum, the more the battle gets stronger.

Pang Wanyang used to rely on this martial art to fight the world more and more.

Many martial arts are afraid of it, and it is also his accumulation of decades. Once he shots, it must be shocking.

This Feng Qingxuan was hiding from the sea of ​​clouds, not necessarily afraid of the knight, but more likely he was saving his own momentum.

"What does Dao mean?"

Tieshan frowned slightly.

An Qisheng smiled and asked: "Are the people watching nearby still alive?"

"It's still on the bright side, secretly unknown."

Tieshan shook his head slightly.

He could naturally detect the people who followed on the six doors, but secretly Fang Yuhong, Zhuo Luyang and others, although he guessed that they might follow.

But they couldn't find where they were.

"Can you escape?"

An Qisheng asked again.

"Their goal is to preach you, I am leaving, and they may not be exposed for me in advance."

Tieshan thought about it and answered.

"That's it. Go back to Nanliang City and open Yang Xiaotang again."

An Qisheng slowly got up and said lightly.

"Do you think?"

Tieshan was shocked.

An Qisheng looked into the distance and said leisurely:

"When I return to Nanliang City, no one will dare to hunt me down."

.......

"Tieshan has left Anyang House?"

On the third floor of an ordinary restaurant in the city, Fang Yuhong listened expressionlessly to his subordinate's report, and said lightly:

"But he left alone?"

"He was alone, and the old priest did not leave."

The catcher in Tsing Yi bowed slightly:

"Can you capture this traitor?"

"No need."

Fang Yuhong waved his hand:

"A small iron mountain, it doesn't matter when you are cooking. After the Blood Demon Fuxi, there is some time to slowly concoct him."

"Subordinates understand."

The catcher bowed slightly and stepped back.

By the window on the second floor, Zhuoluyang was drinking in the wind. After turning around and catching up, he turned around and looked at Fang Yuhong:

"He's leaving."

"Good."

There was a smile on Fang Yuhong's face:

"Spiritual magic is famous for capturing the inner strength of others. This time many masters have gathered in Zhongzhou. For him, naturally, it is an excellent opportunity. I am him, and I will not let go.

During this period of time, while tracking, Fang Yuhong also transferred records from the six gates to capture the magic of magical powers, knowing the terrible aspects of this magical power.

But the more he knew, the more he believed that those who got such magical powers would be able to let go of their temptations and not absorb their inner strength.

He was deliberately condoned for the reason that Tieshan hadn't blocked the news.

He even provided a large part of the news.

"Lao Fang, you said that the Six Prison Demon Sovereigns appeared so dignifiedly, would there be any other intention?"

Some thoughts between Zhuoluyang Meiyu:

"In the past few years, whenever the people of Mozong appeared, whether it was our six doors, or Jin Yiwei and Dongchang, they would all work. Now, why aren't those adults still in action?"

The relationship between Liuzong Mozong and Wulin Zhengdao is inexorable, but the relationship with the imperial court is even worse.

The reason why Zongzong is called Zongzong is by no means the slander of the martial arts and the court, but that they, whether martial arts or acting, are incompatible with normal personality.

The decent may not be all good people, but there are absolutely no good people at Mozong.

Without him, it is impossible for good people to practice Demon Sect exercises, and it is impossible to live in Demon Sect of Six Prisons.

Picking yin and supplementing yang, killing and practicing exercises, condensing blood dandelion ... There are very few "normal" martial arts in the Six Prison Demon Sects.

Therefore, the court can tolerate martial arts people, and it can be described as a complete killing of the Six Prison Demon Sect. Once it appears, it will inevitably encounter heavy siege.

"I don't think so."

Fang Yuhong shook his head slightly. He also thought about it for a long time.

"You said, would it be those adults and Pang Wanyang ..."

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

"Otherwise, Pang Wanyang is a lone husband. He not only wants to be No. 1 in martial arts, but also wants to be No. 1 in the world. The king cannot tolerate him, and some adults cannot tolerate him. There is no possibility of cooperation.

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

"Don't say too much. The mission of our trip is Blood Demon. If you are interested in other things, just return to Beijing and ask the Lord God."

He also had many doubts about this matter.

Thinking of the sudden orders received by Jin Yiwei, Dongchang and their six doors in the past few years, he could feel faintly that the above players seemed to be playing a big game next.

After hearing the words, Zhuo Luyang will not say much anymore, and sooner or later he should know, if the above ones do not want them to know.

It's better not to know.

"Well, maybe the Gorefiend should move, we relax our vigilance and let him go."

Fang Yuhong held the window, overlooking the busy traffic on the long street, Youyou Road:

"If it wasn't for fear of letting the tiger return to the mountain, such a big devil should really let go and let those maggots taste one or two ..."

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

Zhuolu Yang drank a glass of wine and stood up.

"With my tracking method, he can't possibly throw me away ..... um ?!"

Talking, Fang Yuhong's face suddenly changed ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ A word has not been finished yet, he has broken through the window, his body swept dozens of feet in the air, several shifts have approached Qisheng rented a small yard!

Whispers ~~~

Fang Yuhong landed lightly, and a few ugly six-door catchers had already approached.

One of them looked terrified:

"Master, then, that old Taoist, suddenly disappeared."

"Suddenly disappeared?"

Fang Yuhong's face was sinking like water, so don't look, he also knew that An Qisheng had already disappeared.

He was a little surprised.

He had an adventure in his early years. The condensed ‘nasal meridian’ was different from ordinary people. He smelled a person ’s breath and could lock his position within tens of miles.

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

But at that moment, An Qisheng's smell suddenly cut off.

He cannot escape dozens of miles in an instant, so he must have changed his breath by some means.

However, the breath is not an odor, and each person's breath is unique. In what way did he change his breath?

Huh ~

At this time, Zhuluyang, who was a little slower, followed.

A quick glance already knows what happened.

"He's gone?"

Zhuo Luyang's face suddenly became gloomy.

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

He glanced at Fang Yuhong and walked away.

Several catchers quickly followed.

Fang Yuhong kept silent, but felt a hot face.

As soon as he said that there was no possibility of running away, the person had disappeared, and how he could be angry unconsciously.

Fang Yuhong flicked his face, had already crossed the eaves, looked around, there were thousands of breaths in the city, but there was no breath that was marked by him.

"An Qisheng ..."

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