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"It's not like that."

Meng Qi immediately shirked his responsibility, insisting that it was Monk Yuanzhi who suddenly realized the truth and understood the principles of Zen Buddhism.

Mo Lei will be suspicious.

How can an ugly dress make people see through the world and the mundane?

Mo Li's gaze fell on Meng Qi, and he thoughtfully said: "When you bought clothes last night, you resisted, and suddenly you became confident. When you walked over just now, his expression followed him to rob General Liu. Same as a purse."

It's as easy as searching for something.

Unfortunately, even if Mo Li is curious, he still cares that the person that Monk Yuanzhi wants to see this time is Meng Qi, a former national teacher.

Perhaps there is a third person, why Yuanzhi refuses to say a lot?

Unexpectedly, just after meeting for a cup of tea, there was an accident.

"It's not clothes, that's what you told him? Explain why you wear this kind of clothes?" Mo Li vaguely touched the truth. He felt that Meng Qi would find a way to save his face. The two met for the first time. People, what else can you say besides greetings? Isn't it just an explanation of the tops in the hands, and the reason for this.

Venerable Yuanzhi wants to make breakthroughs in martial arts, where can't he go, he has to be in front of Meng Qi?

Know that they are still unknown to us.

The culprit may not be Yanhong Robe, but it must be related to Meng Qi!

In the face of Moli's determined gaze, what was surging in Meng Qi's chest was not a guilty conscience, but pride.

——Look, after my own words and deeds along the way, the doctor has been able to be alone.

Peel the silk and draw the cocoon to see the real chapter, see the whole thing in a circle, regardless of whether to walk the rivers and lakes or wander the world, this skill is essential.

Uh, if it wasn't for yourself, it would be fine. Meng Qi wandered and said vaguely: "I just talked to the master about the fading of clothes."

"You can speak a little more clearly." Moli saw through someone's avoidance.

Meng Qi couldn't, so he had to take out the limericks poem he had compiled.

Moli hasn't spoken for a long time.

Meng Qi panicked, and quickly said, "Isn’t it unusual for clothes to fade over time and fade over time? I’m already a piece of clothing that fades and is useless, and it doesn’t look like when I force it on. , It’s just a tactical battle, how do I know that this old monk suddenly realized it?"

Mo Li felt that Meng Qi was right. The monks and scribes in the classics said that Buddhist scriptures and fighting opportunities are all coming and going. Why did Monk Yuanzhi lose in one round?

Wait, he was surrounded by Meng Qi.

Mo Li regained his senses abruptly. The key was not Jifeng Buddha's verse, but Meng Qi's habitual screaming, which accidentally capsized.

"How many days does it take for martial arts to break through?" Meng Qi asked humbly.

The saying that dragon veins have no realm, their bodies have no bottleneck, they only need to practice martial arts to accumulate spiritual energy for internal strength.

Mo Li has a teacher anyway. Meng Qi relies on self-study, so naturally he can't be sure.

"It's not good. Some people take an hour or two, and some people may take three to five days." Moli rubbed his forehead, helplessly.

They definitely can't just leave Monk Yuanzhi in the woods and leave by themselves.

"Someone is coming!"

Meng Qi moved his ears and looked down the mountain keenly.

***

The scorching sun hung high at noon, scorching the earth.

The birds and beasts in the mountains are nowhere to be seen, so I wanted to find a place to escape the hot weather.

People suddenly appeared in the silent woods, one after another, passing through the wood very quickly, and the branches and leaves caused a rustle because of the touch.

The leader is dressed in a sash, wearing a hat, covering his face tightly. It is the mysterious swordsman that Fengxingge wants to find.

The knife man pressed his palm full of scars and cocoons on the handle of the knife. The aura on his body became sharper, blocking the branches in front of him trembling slightly, and then he was divided into two without warning. This is exactly the murderous aura. Caused by external release.

As the footsteps slowed down, this killing intent slowly closed, and finally was pressed into the scabbard.

The knife man stopped.

He looked at a footprint on the ground as if he was fascinated.

Then stepped back and looked for the last footprint.

His abrupt stop for investigation caused all the Piaopingge killers to stop.

The knife man twisted the hard soil on the ground and sniffed it. He smelled the smoke and ashes.

——After walking in the mountains for so long, the sole still smells like this. Where has the owner of the shoe been?

It can only be the earth temple that they burned last night.

"Someone rushed ahead of us." The knife man said in a hoarse voice.

Everyone heard the words and grabbed the weapon.

They came after the clues left by the treasurer of the slaughter Sijia Mipu. Although Mengqi Moli's martial arts is high, it is impossible to completely erase the trace. In particular, Meng Qi and Qi had stayed near the town for so long, and had dealt with the four gangs and twelve guilds, and went to the ghost market last night. These clues added up, enough for Piaoping Pavilion to chase here.

It's just that they didn't expect that someone else took the lead.

The swordsman continued to look at the footprints, as if to judge the man's martial arts cultivation.

The frown of his eyebrows gets deeper and deeper. These footprints are very strange. The two phases are not very spaced. They are like ordinary people walking, as if they are not light at all.

Here is a mountainous area, the ground is uneven, and it is very hard to walk with a deep foot and a shallow foot. Who would have the patience to toss slowly?

"Go."

The knife man kept his eyes fixed on the ground, while continuing to move forward, observing the footprints.

What worries him is that the distance between the footprints has not changed, but the depth is gradually increasing. Finally, the walking person seems to have used a lot of strength to stabilize the figure.

The deepest part of the footprint is at the arch of the foot, indicating that it is the force exerted by the walking person, not the oncoming thrust, nor the thrust exerted by the person behind it.

There is no trace of fighting on the ground.

Why does a person walking without internal force suddenly increase the strength of his steps?

The knife man was thinking, a frightening bird suddenly flew up from the mountain in front, followed by wild beasts running in panic in the forest.

"This..."

The swordsman was full of surprise.

Those wood-like, Piaopingge killers commanding an action all raised their heads, showing a look of fear.

They have killed many people whose martial arts are higher than their own, and martial arts masters are also humans. When there is always negligence, they are not afraid of masters.

If you kill too many people, you will gradually lose your senses, the whole person will be confused, and you can't even tell if you are dead or alive. This also has something to do with the rules of Piaoping Pavilion. They can only come out when they have a task. On weekdays, they hide in a hole like a rat who can't see the sun.

At this moment, this powerful and incomparable breath is like a basin of cold water poured down on the head.

——In front of such a master, if you run a little slower, your life will be lost, and you won't have a chance to go back and assassinate.

This is simply not someone they can deal with. The Piaopingge killer is also divided into levels, and they shouldn't take this kind of work at this level.

"Stay steady." The knife man yelled in a low voice.

The assassins reluctantly settled down, and their dull head finally remembered that this trip was not to make money, but to order them to come out and eradicate the people who were unfavorable to Piaoping Pavilion.

If you fail to complete the task, it is better to go back to life than to die.

"Boss, shall we consider the long-term plan?" A killer said in a flustered manner, suppressing the fear in his heart.

The Swordsman looked at the crowd with cold eyes, making their scalp cold.

For a long time, the swordsman said in a hoarse voice: "You wait to withdraw to the foot of the mountain."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and quickly backed away, without asking where the leader was going, whether the leader could come back safely.

The swordsman stood alone under the blazing sun, and his clothes were torn from the sun. The cloth scarf and hats covering his head and face were impenetrable, and ordinary people couldn't wear it for a quarter of an hour. However, there was a figure of the swordsman. This kind of unspeakable loneliness.

"Slap."

Suddenly a crack split by an invisible knife gas appeared on the ground, and rubble rolled into shallow pits.

The swordsman who had been standing there had already left. He performed light work and swiftly walked through the forest. The aura on his body became more and more high instead of receiving it.

The overwhelming killing intent swept up like a tide.

Monk Yuan Zhi, who was meditating and breaking through the realm, was immediately affected, his brow furrowed, and white mist appeared on his bald head.

The white mist is caused by the violent internal force. Because the sky is too hot, the leaves and stones are slightly distorted by the scorching sunlight, so this white mist also floats and floats, turning left and right, and flickering is always Did not leave the head of Monk Yuanzhi.

Meng Qi: "..."

Moli: "..."

In this picture, the soul of Monk Yuanzhi is out of his body, and the soul wants to transform into an illusory human form, but it is about to be dissipated by the blazing sun.

"The visitor is unkind, brother Meng watch out."

The black carp clasped the knife without a blade in his sleeve, and looked vigilantly in the direction of the murderous attack.

Meng Qi moved faster, and he turned himself over the tree.

Standing far away, and you can’t see your face after a long distance, this unevenly-distributed dress doesn’t look so ugly.

The swordsman stepped on the gentle **** murderously.

Six eyes met, and they were all taken aback.

Meng Qi was wondering how someone would show his identity as a killer so directly. Although he covered his face, it was no different from writing on his face.

Moli wondered if this person had a stubborn illness, how could he wear so tightly in the heat?

The swordsman's heart is indeed the worst case. The two unknown masters he originally wanted to track, plus a master who chased people in front of them.

Meng Qi's figure moved with the ups and downs of the branches.

In the blink of an eye, it was close at hand, and the dark purple sword light shot up into the sky.

The swordsman retreated quickly.

Meng Qi didn't really catch up, so he took a sword flower in his hand, and carried the sword in one hand behind his back.

The swordsman saw that this soft sword was shaken by Meng Qi from his waist.

The powder coat and the purple sword, coupled with this unique face, look like a hermit living in the world.

"..."

The knife man was silent, and suddenly wanted to go down the mountain.

"Nothing, no words, it looks like a nameless man." Meng Qi sighed.

Although Mo Li didn't understand why Master Yuanzhi was able to break through the realm here in a good manner, but the swordsman was murderous all over his body, and it was obviously unkind.

Mo Lei took a few steps forward, which happened to block the path for the swordsman to attack Monk Yuanzhi.

"Mixed in the rivers and lakes, there should always be a name." Meng Qi looked at the swordsman with interest

This mysterious man's martial arts is very high, and his murderous aura is the only thing Meng Qi has seen in his life.

Even Meng Qi can hardly meet such a master.

——Being able to overturn those elders in charge of big sects, Mr. Cai didn't look enough in front of him.

Whether the martial arts masters at this level, they practice martial arts or the usual tricks, they have long been out of the one-to-one category, because it is basically impossible for a single enemy to pose a threat to them, so even if they are as unlucky as the swordsman, let’s breathe a sigh of relief. When you meet three masters, you may not have the ability to fight or escape.

Of course, you can't win a fight.

But isn't the old monk Yuan Zhi breaking through? Meng Qi didn't want the swordsman to rush towards Moli, so his words were all to let the opposite direction take their own actions.

"Piaopingge is really stingy, a killer with a prestigious name, isn't he a gold sign? Why is it concealed that he doesn't even want to show his name?" Meng Qi looked at the swordsman, rather picky. He shook his head and continued, "I'm just so dressed, it's almost impossible to write on my face."

"What word?" Moli asked timely.

The doctor also doesn't want to cheer, but isn't this a delay? Master Yuan Zhi is still smoking!

After martial arts practice, every breakthrough in the realm is like a test of life and death.

A person who accidentally loses his anger will lead to a delusion. If the person who suffers from the slightest needs to be raised for a few years, he will be injured and lose his mind.

The fat mouse "forced" people into a breakthrough in martial arts, and Moli subconsciously felt that he was responsible.

"Does it say'I am a killer'?"

When Meng Qi heard the words, he nodded and said: "Yes, he also wrote, "I don't want to show my face, no name, no surname, killing people like a numb, killing me, and I don’t want to do it today, as long as I get the account book, I can go back to my life." ."

Moli looked strangely at the swordsman who showed only one pair of eyes.

Never mind the previous one, how did you see the last sentence.

"Brother Meng, you are wrong." Mo Li took a deep breath and continued to delay.

"Oh, what do you say?"

"You can't write so many words on one face."

Swordsman: "..."

Forget it, draw your sword.