In the morning glow.

Three bald heads walked into Nanhu's house.

Donglong, Xifeng, Beibao!

The three of them also live in Shengpingfang, not far from here, and come here relatively quickly.

Except for them, most of the members of the Viper Gang arrived, staying outside the gate, talking about them one by one, with incredible expressions on their faces.

Nanhu is dead?

How is this possible?

Many people on the scene witnessed the Nanhu challenge to the boss of the broken bones, Du Shisan, and the two sides fought a match.

It can be said that no one in this town can kill the Southern Tiger unless a certain coach takes the shot.

"Has anyone moved the scene?"

Xifeng walked outside the room and asked the maid whose face was pale and vomiting.

"No…"

The maid said tremblingly.

Xifeng stretched her head and looked into the room. With this look, her pupils shrank severely, her expression changed drastically, her face was gloomy, solemn, and there was a hint of fear.

Upon seeing this, Donglong and Beibao also stretched their heads and glanced, and the two of them were shocked instantly, their breathing stagnated.

Not long after, Hai Huanguang walked up unhurriedly and glanced around the room, showing no expression on his face.

"Master, the murderer must be a master, can you see the realm of this officer?" Xifeng asked.

Hai Huanguang: "Able to blow up the upper body of the triple blood-strength Nanhu, this person is at least a master at the level of'Yijin'.

As soon as this is said!

The Xifeng trio changed their colors in horror.

The first five realms of martial artist cultivation: different blood, easy tendons, forging bones, accumulating internal organs, and refining gods!

A warrior in the Yijin realm is qualified to become a "teacher"!

This is equivalent to saying that the murderer who killed Nanhu was a master of the same level as Hai Huanguang.

"The murderer, could it be Zheng Mao?"

Donglong doubted, "After all, we killed so many apprentices surnamed Zheng. This old guy was injured before and swallowed, but his injury should be almost healed now."

Bei Bao nodded and said, "Well, that old guy may have done it."

Hai Huanguang rolled his eyes and said, "If Zheng Mao wants to kill you, why only kill Nanhu, and the three of you are still alive? If Zheng Mao wants to get revenge, shouldn't you come to me to discuss one or two? Let's talk about it, Zheng Mao It’s Juli who practiced his mountain-moving exercise, while Nanhu died of some kind of'burst' attribute power. How could he be the murderer?"

Donglong and Beibao glanced at each other, speechless.

Xifeng squinted slightly and said, "Who will the burst attribute be? It must not be the other three coaches. Could there be other masters in Cangtong Town?"

Hai Huanguang: "This Cangtong Town is one of the Shangyang family and one of the granaries. The geographical position is superior, and the outer area is guarded by experts, so you can live a stable life. Therefore, many masters in the rivers and lakes will choose to live in this way in their old age. Local pension. In Cangtong Town, there are indeed masters living in seclusion."

Xifeng: "Nanhu must have done something to provoke a certain master in seclusion. If you follow this line, you will be able to find out."

Hai Huanguang raised his eyebrows and said, "What if we find out? People are not weak, are they afraid of us checking?"

Xifeng looked ugly for a while: "Master, what do you think?"

Hai Huanguang said silently, "I will visit a few old friends and ask who killed Nanhu. It depends on the situation. If someone is better than me, hehe, then we can only admit it."

…

Dian Wei woke up with an unusually full spirit and felt in a good mood. He lay down on the bed and started push-ups.

Done, a thousand!

Cool!

After dressing and getting out of bed, washing his face, I suddenly feel better and feel very happy.

Afterwards, Dian Wei began to practice mountain-moving exercises as usual...

It was three poles in the sun.

The maid Yinlan ran over and exclaimed excitedly: "My son, something has happened! The poisonous tongue helped that Nanhu be killed!"

Dian Wei raised his head.

Until this moment, he did not understand why he is in such a good mood today.

It turned out that there were some things he wanted to do a long time ago, but he had been suppressed in his heart, and was finally released last night.

New way to decompress: kill the bad guys!

At night, the masked old man Zheng came.

"Nanhu is dead, does Zheng Lao know who killed it?" Dian Wei asked lightly.

The old man Zheng snorted, "Many acts of injustice will lead to death. People who practice martial arts know the power and danger of martial arts, and they are not easy to use force. The four apprentices of Hai Huanguang must have caused some stubbornness. These things Don't worry, just concentrate on martial arts."

"Good." Dianwei smiled.

At night, the clouds drifted.

Duan San and others were holding incense and praying again, Dian Wei frantically swallowed the incense, and contained the **** of Yin.

Unconsciously, a month passed.

This morning, Dian Wei was practicing hard in the yard to move mountain kung fu. He only felt like a sudden explosion. The blood energy in his body soared like a bank burst, overflowing uncontrollably, covering his whole body.

Dianwei was taken aback first, and looked at him.

In the bright sunshine, Dian Wei glowed like an electric light bulb, covered with a layer of slimy blood.

It's like the slime on the loach body!

"Triple blood strength, I finally broke through!"

Dian Wei was overjoyed and ran into the room quickly, getting into the bed.

In the darkness, as expected, the light of blood was as bright as the stars, like the silver light of stars.

"It's not easy. I didn't expect that from the second to the third level of blood strength, I practiced hard for seven or eight months before breaking through." Dian Wei sighed softly, feeling that his physical talent was a little bit stretched.

It's a pity that Golden Dice is an auxiliary plug-in, and will not directly change his physical talent, even if it is the No. 2 Wushuang plug-in, it just turns him into a schoolmaster.

At night.

Dian Wei stood in the yard with his eyes closed. Suddenly he felt something. The moment he opened his eyes, he tilted his head and happened to see a masked man quickly approaching.

"what?"

The masked man stopped abruptly, looked at Dian Wei twice, and was surprised, "You just noticed me coming?"

Dian Wei nodded slightly and smiled.

"You, break through the triple blood strength!" The old man Zheng suddenly realized, his voice was full of surprises.

Dian Wei: "Old Zheng, how long does it usually take to go from double to triple blood strength?"

The old man Zheng said silently: "Do you remember Rong Ran? He is considered to be the best talent in martial arts among the apprentices I have taught. He spent almost four and a half years."

Dian Wei groaned in his heart. I don't know if I don't compare it. It turns out I'm so awesome!

The old man Zheng waved his hand: "The road to martial arts has no end. Don't be overly proud of it. The right way is to work hard to cultivate. Don't forget, there are five levels of blood strength."

Dianwei calmed down: "Then how should I practice next?"

Old man Zheng: "I will tell you to move the third level of Shan Gong. It is still the method of strengthening blood strength. We want to make the blood strength covering the whole body thicker."

Dian Wei cheered up and listened quietly.

The old man Zheng continued: "After breaking through the triple blood strength, blood strength can cover the whole body, but the total amount of blood strength is still limited. If you keep using it, you can maintain at most a stick of incense. What we need to do is to extend the coverage time. You can maintain the twelve sticks of incense for as long as you can break through the four-fold blood strength. However, this process may be very slow, and it takes five to ten years or even ten or twenty years to accumulate blood strength to make a breakthrough."

Dian Wei quickly understood.

One stick of incense is almost half an hour, and twelve sticks of incense is six hours.

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