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"Manager Lu is absurd." Luo Feng said, "The juniors usually don't spend a long time studying the weapon pattern. The quality of these flying knife pattern soldiers is really difficult to be elegant." "This just shows your talent." Gong Lao The husband said, "Ming Yuan is an old man and a registered disciple. What he said just now is true. Even, the old man does not exaggerately say that when the old man was your age, the tattoos

The attainments are not much higher than you. "

Hearing this, Lu Mingyuan's pupils couldn't help but shake.

Mr. Gong's words have even elevated Luo Feng's pattern talent to a new level.

Lu Mingyuan looked at Luo Feng's expression with envy.

Such a talented wizard will definitely be accepted as a direct disciple by the teacher.

Although he has been following Mr. Gong's side, he is only a registered disciple of Mr. Gong's identity.

"Congratulations, brother Xingchen." Lu Mingyuan laughed.

Luo Feng was startled, not understanding why Lu Mingyuan suddenly said this sentence.

"Compared to Wendao, Xingchen's flying knife stunts are even more stunning." Mr. Gong laughed, "The Wang family's young master might not even dream of it. The flying knife that shocked them just now came from the Jiang Xingchen they were looking for. Hand."

Lu Mingyuan looked at Luo Feng, he knew the identity of Jiang Xingchen, and naturally knew that he had disappeared for half a year.

Lu Mingyuan was very curious as to what Jiang Xingchen had experienced in the past six months, and such an earth-shaking change happened.

Luo Feng shook his head humbly.

"Please also Mr. Gong for advice."

Mr. Gong took the flying knife in his hand and observed for a while, "At your age, it is indeed rare to be able to create such a pattern, but the pattern on this flying knife, in the eyes of the old man, There are many loopholes."

Luo Feng nodded and listened carefully.

Although he didn't know the relationship between Mr. Gong and Feng Sanniang, in Luo Feng's eyes, Mr. Gong was definitely a super master in the tattoo, and he was able to get the guidance of Mr. Gong. This is a great fortune.

Aside, Lu Mingyuan also listened carefully.

Night fell quietly.

Wang Family.

In the hall.

Wang Simo sat down with a gloomy expression.

Everyone remained silent and did not dare to speak more.

The Wang family, twice planted in the hands of the second iron shop, lost face. "Little iron shop, there are so many warriors hidden." Wang Sisong finally couldn't help but said, with a low expression, "We almost searched the surrounding area, and we couldn't find the whereabouts of Wangsi Cong. It seems that now , He must be hiding in the second

In the iron shop. "

"A small iron shop that is tucked away on the edge of the sewage river area is so arrogant and indispensable. It doesn't put my Wang family in the eye." Wang Siyun's fist was clenched tightly, "Brother, we absolutely can't swallow it. This tone."

Wang Simo's eyes surged with hatred.

His left arm was injured, and today he feels even more disconcerted. "The elders of my sect have already sent back news. Tomorrow is the day when my father is going to go to the funeral. Two elders will come to memorialize our father. At that time, I will let the people of the second iron shop, To bury your father." Wang Simo

The eyes glowed with blood-red cold light, "Moreover, before Dad's burial, I will pull out the sinner Wang Si Cong, the father-killer sinner, and apologize with death in front of Dad's spiritual platform."

Wang Simo stood up and looked at the people, "Everyone cheers up, and there will be many people coming to mourn tomorrow and send me the last trip of the Wang Family Patriarch. Although the Patriarch is no longer there, we cannot weaken the Wang Family. prestige."

"Yes, young master." Everyone responded at the same time.

"Go out." Wang Simo waved his hand, and at the same time, he turned and walked inside, "I need to heal my wounds. No one can come in."

Wang Simo strode inside and opened a door.

A chill pounced on his face.

In the dim light, a coffin was placed in the center of the room, the lid of the coffin was opened, and a figure in black was standing beside it.

Wang Simo turned and closed the door, and then walked forward respectfully, "Master."

This person is indeed the great guardian of the Bloody Cloth Clan, Xiao Yinqiu.

Xiao Yinluo turned around slowly, "Are you injured? Who did it?"

Wang Simo took a deep breath and said the matter. "I thought that I was going to catch a fourth young master of waste to be a dead ghost to quell the matter. It was easy, but unexpectedly, a second iron shop appeared." Xiao Yinluo said coldly, "This second iron shop is for The teacher has never noticed.

Tomorrow your two uncles will come, so you can go with them again. "

Wang Simo nodded respectfully.

The look faded for a while.

The second iron shop, daring to offend the blood-clothed door, is undoubtedly seeking destruction.

Wang Simo took a deep breath, looked at the coffin in front of him, his face changed slightly, and quickly recovered his calm, he asked, "Master, have you found out?" "Huh, you are not dead enough. Xi’s father, I’d rather die, and don’t want to tell where the fairy spring is located." Xiao Yinluo’s eyes filled with cold, “I searched his whole body for the teacher, and even the bones and veins everywhere. I couldn’t find the fairy spring. Know that he is hiding

where. "

Wang Si frowned, "Master, could it be that the news was wrong, my dad... he didn't get the Xianquan picture at all." "The news can't be wrong." Xiao Yinluo said coldly. After his chance, the old man was too selfish. You are his eldest son. He didn't want to give you the Xianquan map. He just wanted to get the Xianquan. Such a father would die.

Not a pity. "But I have searched everywhere in my home these past two days, and I couldn't find any traces of Xianquantu." "When Wang Simo mentioned the three words "Xianquan Tu", his eyes couldn't conceal a glow of enthusiasm, "I tried my second and third brothers, he

We have never heard of Xianquan Tu. "

"As a teacher, you can remember that there are four young masters in your Wang family." "Wang Si Cong?" Wang Si sneered, "This son is a bachelor, but it is a nominal young master of the Wang family. If it hadn't been for these years, my father would still have a little affection for him. ..." Wang Simo's words came to an abrupt end, his pupils suddenly shrank, his expression gloomy.

To the extreme, "Could it be that Dad gave the picture of the fairy spring to Wang Si Cong?"

"There is no fairy spring picture in the entire Wang family, so, the possibility is not only the last one left?" Xiao Yinluo said, "No matter what, we must capture that Wangsi Cong alive." Wang Simo's fist was clenched. Live, with a twisted face, hideous, "The **** old thing, I am his eldest son, he didn't give me the Xianquan map, but gave me a little **** who was born with Hejian. Does he think this is useful? This Little bitch

, Will go down to accompany him soon. "All in all, at any cost, get Xianquan Tu." "