White-Robed Chief

Early in the morning, the entire Windy City was still quiet

A young disciple is standing next to each of the two giant stone lions outside Huiyao Hall. They are born in the realm of conscience, pressing the handle by their hands, their eyes flashing, making people dare not look straight.

The two stood on either side of the door, left and right, imposing, like two door gods.

The bright sun shone on them, but they could not dispel the coldness of their bodies.

The two strained their faces, but their hearts were relaxed.

The air was exceptionally fresh, mixed with the burning sound of firewood, making them anxious to run straight home to eat a full meal, and they were hungry all night.

Even though they were hungry, they were still full of energy.

The two heard a faint footstep, their spirits were refreshed, and they saw a small, thin man who walked down the street, thrown into the crowd and was not an eye-catching middle-aged man, with a mediocre appearance and eyes blind.

The sternness in the eyes of the two men suddenly narrowed, and one of them smiled, looking at the middle-aged man who came to him recently: "What's the matter?"

"Zhu Dahe, the rudder master of Suwen Dafeng Rudder, is highly skilled in martial arts. He came here to see him personally!"

"You—?" The two stunned: "Challenge the helmmaster?"

"Exactly." The middle-aged man nodded slowly.

The two looked at the middle-aged man carefully, so as not to be dressed as a pig and eat tigers, there were a lot of seniors who were not exposed.

The figure is thin, and the dark green gown is a bit big. It seems that he is even thinner. A gust of wind seems to blow him away. How to look at it, this middle-aged man will not be a master of martial arts. Just an ordinary person.

"Sir, please don't make a joke!" A young security guard shook his head: "Let's dominate the helm, we have no time to see idle people, etc. Let's go challenge elsewhere, Hu Xiaotang is good and very powerful, you can try ! "

"Under Zheng Yanwu!" The middle-aged man hugged his fist.

"Zheng Yanwu?" The two stunned.

They are familiar with this name. Zheng Tianhe's father is said to be a hidden master of Bai Huzong, more than a hundred years old.

"Oh, Your Excellency can really make a joke!" A young security guard laughed, "How can Senior Zheng, who is more than a hundred years old, be like this? Could it be that your appearance changed?"

"It's Zheng Yanwu below, if it's a fake replacement!" The middle-aged man slowly said, "Isn't it expensive to enter the rudder?"

He said go ahead.

The two young guards took a step forward, blocking him side by side, blocking the road ahead, Shen said, "Stop, no wonder we're welcome!"

Regardless of whether he martial arts or not, they can't let him in until he knows his identity.

"Well ..." Zheng Yanwu shook his head, fluttering his right sleeve.

"Bang!" The two young guards were hit by the carriage of Gao Benz, and flew straight out, hitting the Shishi behind, Pi Ya grinned, his face twisted into a ball.

"You are really Zheng Yanwu!" The two cried in surprise.

They fell to the ground, took something from their arms and threw it into the air.

"Bang!" A dark shadow rose into the sky, and then it exploded into a cloud of black clouds.

In the brisk footsteps, a group of people got out of the door and surrounded Zheng Yanwu in a blink of an eye.

Zheng Yanwu slightly squinted his eyes and shook his head: "There are so many people at the rudder!"

He saw more than 30 people encircling himself, all of them were masters who were not weak, far beyond what they knew.

"Who is your lord?" Hu Ya cried.

"Zheng Yanwu!"

"Are you really Zheng Yanwu?" Hu Ya was incredible.

None of them had ever seen Zheng Yanwu, but they felt that people who were more than a hundred years old were at least white-faced and crane-eyed, how could they be like a middle-aged person, and their looks did not look similar to Zheng Tianhe.

More importantly, he really does not have the appearance of the top masters in Tianwaitian, just like ordinary people, it seems that a passerby says that he is a century-old hidden master, which is ridiculous.

Zheng Yanwu said indifferently: "If you have a debt and a debtor, I will find your master Zhao Dahe!"

"Predecessor Zheng did not come by accident!" Hu Ya hugged his fist. "The helm master just went out last night. It is said that he is practicing a secret technique to deal with senior Zheng. He will only be able to return tonight. If Senior Zheng wants to meet the helm master for a while, then Please wait a moment! "

"Did he escape?" Zheng Yanwu frowned at him.

Hu Ya shook his head: "Predecessor Zheng is assured. He will dare to do it, and he will never run away from the wind. Why should Senior Zheng wait for a day and see the helm master naturally at night, even if the helm master is missing, we are still there."

"What's the use of killing you?" Zheng Yanwu said lightly.

In his eyes, they are really not worth mentioning and not worth doing.

Besides, he also jealous of Da Guangming Peak, and he is no better. Facing the revenge of Da Guangming Peak, he has no chance of winning. Only killing Zhao Dahe is the revenge of killing his son. His personal grudges have nothing to do with the sectarian dispute, and Da Guangming Peak has nothing to say.

"Then congratulate Senior Zheng." Hu Ya fisted.

Zheng Yanwu said lightly: "I will come over at night and let Zhao Dahe wash his neck, and he must escape!"

"Yes," Hu Ya said.

Zheng Yanwu sneered, turned around, and appeared at the corner of the street the next moment, then disappeared again.

Everyone looked at his strangely fast body, his face was heavy and his mind was different.

Chu Li is staying in a small house not far from Huxiaotang, quietly practicing the thirty-six styles of Yang Qi. After practicing several times, sit down and adjust his breath, then get up and practice the thirty-six styles of Yang Qi.

The situation of the big wind rudder was clearly reflected in his mind. He ignored it, and still focused on practicing the thirty-six style of his qi.

Zheng Yanwu left from the wind rudder and returned to Hu Xiao Tang.

Tiger Xiaotang has lost its backbone. The two remaining masters appease the crowd, barely supporting the break up, but the spirit and spirit have dispersed, and Chu Li directly removed the bones and tendons. The momentum.

The two of them gathered Zheng Yanwu into Hu Xiaotang, and reported to Zheng Yanwu alone.

Zheng Yanwu was quiet and still slow. He could not see any anger.

After listening to the detailed reports of the two, they asked whether they were killed by Zhao Dahe, but the others did not ask, why they fight and why they killed Zheng Tianhe.

He closed his eyes and hit the two, turning around in the small courtyard where Zheng Tianhe lived, his face more gloomy.

Zheng Tianhe's smile and smile flashed in his mind when he was a child. He was a child, like a grandson, and had countless joys. When he thought of the separation between heaven and man, his heart still hurt.

So no matter what ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Regardless of the rule of not entering the martial arts in a hundred years old, even if you die immediately, you must kill Zhao Dahe before you have the face to see Zheng Tianhe.

After a long while, he calmed down and started practicing.

He killed Zhao Dahe with confidence, but did not want to capsize in the gutter.

Zhao Dahe is the rising star of the Holy Religion. To the disciples who enter the Great Guangming Peak, the Holy Religion is highly valued. No one is allowed to lose, so he will definitely send a helping hand!

Thinking of him here is a bit heavy, but fortunately, the Holy Religion will not send a hundred-year-old master, he has a great chance to kill Zhao Dahe.

Even if someone is guarding him, he must kill Zhao Dahe. Whoever wants to stop him is his own killer. If he does n’t wear it, he will kill it!

He sat on the couch to adjust his breath and calm his mind, slowly let go of his murderous spirits, calm down his mood, cultivate his energy, and prepare for the night battle.

Chu Li frowned. He had been waiting for Zheng Yanwu to practice the White Tiger magic, but Zheng Yanwu only sat on the couch to adjust his breath and Ning Shen, but did not practice the White Tiger magic! (To be continued.) 8