Master of Fist

After ordering these things, Jiang Heng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and let Yang Dalang leave, and Jiang Heng continued to polish his body.

Jiang Heng was very touched by today's confrontation with martial artists in the pulse refining realm!

Strength and physique do not seem to be absolute, which makes Jiang Heng feel a sense of frustration. Although his strength has improved so much, he still seems so powerless in the face of the internal energy attack of the pulse-refining martial artist.

Although the black ball has solved this problem so far, it is still not very sure to face Jiang Heng, a martial artist in the pulse refining state.

"I still have to find a way to improve my strength as soon as possible. If the physical body continues to be superimposed, there will always be a qualitative change!"

Jiang Heng has no other way to do this, and there is no news about the fourth-grade martial arts, but the problem of medicinal materials is easy to solve.

Without any plan to keep it, Jiang Heng directly used some of the remaining resources of Dadaomen to start supplementing again. He wanted to achieve a physique that could withstand two layers of dragon strength in a short time!

Su Yu's work efficiency is still quite high. In the evening, he brought a portrait over. After taking the portrait, Jiang Heng looked at it. This is a very good-looking woman with exquisite appearance. The key is that she has a good temperament. There is still a heroic spirit in the room, no wonder he has an appetite for third uncle.

Afterwards, Jiang Heng called the third uncle again and asked him to confirm.

"Third Uncle, are you reading that right?" Jiang Heng asked with a slight frown.

"There's nothing wrong! I didn't expect you, Brother Heng, to have brought over all the portraits of other girls' homes. I'll just accept this painting!" The third uncle smiled and took the portrait away, carefully rolled it up and hid it into the sleeves.

"Third uncle, I'm afraid this... woman is not easy!"

Jiang Heng didn't intend to hide it, so he told his third uncle what he knew.

Hearing this, Third Uncle's complexion changed, and his expression suddenly became sluggish.

"Since this is the case... Oh! Forget it, someone else is the Fifth Miss of the Canglang Gang, and they probably don't think much of me, forget it! It's your third uncle, I'm overthinking it!"

Seeing the melancholy look on the third uncle's face, Jiang Heng had no choice but to comfort him.

"Third uncle, wait for this matter first, and I will find a solution for you, isn't it the fifth lady of the Canglang Gang? Don't worry about this matter, don't worry, I will figure out a solution!"

The third uncle wanted to say something, but seeing Jiang Heng's resolute attitude, he didn't say anything, just sighed, shook his head and left.

Looking at the back of his third uncle leaving, Jiang Heng felt helpless. The third uncle's matter is difficult or not, but he doesn't want to see his third uncle suffer. After all, it's not a solution to be alone all the time. The key is that his third uncle has always been good to him.

There was nothing wrong with Jiang Heng for the next few days, and there was no news from Su Yu's side, but Yang Dalang sent a large amount of medicinal materials on the fifth day, which means that the medicinal materials from Heihutang had arrived.

This also made Jiang Heng more focused on practicing hard. Although medicinal materials can be used to continuously feed back and strengthen the physical body, the practice of martial arts still depends on his own efforts. Fa also had to start this morning, so that with his strong physique, his speed and strength would soar again.

However, on the tenth day, a messenger from the Zhenfu Division came and said that all the Xuanyi guards were summoned to the meeting hall to discuss matters.

This made Jiang Heng a little surprised, this was the first time he encountered such a situation when he joined the Zhen Fu Division.

It seems that something more important happened.

Without much delay, Jiang Heng put on the Xuanyi, got into the carriage and headed towards Zhenfusi. Now he can't even ride a horse at will, because the horse can no longer bear his weight, and the net weight of 1,500 catties is enough to crush a good horse!

But even so, the carriage was only able to be pulled by two horses, and it slowly came to Zhenfusi.

Entering the courtyard, Jiang Heng saw a familiar figure, it was Fatty Pi, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Brother Jiang!" Fatty Pi was stunned when he saw Jiang Heng, and immediately walked over with a displeased face and punched Jiang Heng in the chest.

But soon he regretted it. Jiang Heng's physique at this time hit him like a steel plate, and the fat skin grinned in pain.

"Good job Jiang Heng! It's fine if you don't treat the guests when you are promoted to Xuanyiwei, but you are still wearing armor today, do you want to hurt me to death?"

Jiang Heng was a little amused, this fat man was still jumping off as usual.

"Brother Pi, don't worry, I will definitely invite you to Zuixianju to have a good meal some other day, but I haven't come to the Zhenfu Department to report for a long time, I don't know what happened to the Zhenfu Department recently?"

Jiang Heng apologized slightly.

"You said so!"

Fatty Pi slowed down, then shook his head and sighed: "It is true that something has happened, but it probably has nothing to do with me and you, this time I asked you Xuan Yiwei to discuss the matter, it is probably just a formality That's all."

"Oh? I don't know what exactly is going on?"

Jiang Heng is now interested.

"Yes..." Fatty Pi looked at Jiang Heng and said solemnly: "A silver-clothed guard died, and now the bones have been sent back, good guy, his head is gone!"

Wen Yan Jiang Heng frowned, this matter is more serious. Silver Guards! If there is no miscalculation, they should all be in the Pulse Refining Realm!

A master of this level is definitely a first-class master in Cangzhou City. Such a master will die if he says he is dead?

Jiang Heng wanted to ask further questions, but Fatty Pi spread his hands helplessly.

Jiang Heng had no choice but to let it go. Fatty Pi is still a guard in black, and he only knows so much because of his limited position.

No wonder the Zhen Fusi summoned all the Xuanyi guards to discuss this time, who has the guts?

Is it red sleeves good at dancing?

Or was it the work of the forces in Cangzhou?

Holding a trace of doubt, Jiang Heng stepped into the conference hall. At this time, the conference hall was full of people, and this time there were more people than before.

It was so densely packed that it was impossible to count how many people there were. Except for those who were performing tasks, everyone else who could arrive had arrived.

Even the Silver Guards had eleven this time, a lot more than last time, but they could still see a familiar face from before, but they didn't see the other one.

Even Vice Commander Jiang sat on the side of his deputy, frowning as if he was thinking about something.

But Jiang Heng didn't wait long, and after a while, Commander Lu, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, reappeared in front of everyone.

This time Jiang Heng found that Commander Lu had a slightly different feeling than the last meeting, as if he was more dangerous.

"Everyone, long time no see!" Commander Lu sat down resolutely, pressing his hands.

But at the moment, no one answered, because everyone could see Commander Lu's face was extremely gloomy at the moment.

"Do you have any other opinions on the death of the Silver Guard?" Commander Lu looked around with a bit of pain, "Come and bring the body in!"

As soon as Commander Lu finished speaking, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and two men brought in a corpse wrapped in a white cloth.