The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 455

Hedong Fucheng, west of the city, Anyang Street, a family of three at the end of the street are sitting around a table having a steaming dinner.

The male protagonist is about 30 years old, his face is pale, with the weakness after serious illness, and the dense hair on the temples seems to be full of frost due to premature aging.

The woman was in her twenties, with an ordinary appearance and a temperament like a peasant woman. She was holding a spoon in her hand and feeding the thick-headed little boy porridge.

"Head of the family, the city has become more and more unstable recently, I want to take the tiger head back to the countryside to stay for a while."

The woman touched her son's little head lovingly, then turned to the man with a worried face and said tentatively. She was uneasy, but the man has always been the master of all matters in the family, and she dared not make decisions without authorization.

"Okay, ahem, didn't my father-in-law say that he was not in good health last time? Just stay with them well, and I will give you the money later, buy some supplements and take them back. Don't rush back."

Just as he was talking, the man's ears trembled, his originally weak body suddenly stood up, he stretched out his hand to signal the two women not to speak, moved a few steps to the door, and listened carefully, with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

"Take the tiger head to the dark room, don't come out if you don't hear my voice."

The woman hurriedly led her son into the house, twisted a jade carving on a wooden shelf, slowly opened a dark space from behind the wall, and hid in it.

In the dark room, the woman covered her son's mouth, praying silently in her heart, that her man could turn evil into good fortune.

In the night, under the moonlight, a tall figure stood quietly in the middle of the yard with his hands folded, his sleeves fluttering, his gown slightly swayed, his head raised like the center of heaven and earth, the cold moonlight was not as bright as his eyes.

"Who is your Excellency? It doesn't seem to be a decent thing to come uninvited? Han asked himself that he had already stopped asking about world affairs, so why would he still refuse to let me go?"

Squeak, the wooden door opened, and the male host walked out slowly. Seeing Xiang Yang's demeanor, he couldn't help applauding secretly, and then frowned, saying that this person didn't seem to be his enemy.

"What a formidable master. His internal energy is thick and concentrated. He is faintly more profound than Ma Dan. Unfortunately, he seems to have suffered serious injuries that are difficult to reconcile. Otherwise, he would be a good opponent."

Seeing this person at first glance, Xiang Yang already saw that although this person had never worn any props such as a human leather mask, he was still able to live in disguise, and his identity was seriously questionable.

"What's your relationship with Leng Hong?"

Xiang Yang didn't answer, but asked rhetorically. Obviously, this person is not Leng Hong, which is already contrary to the information given by Lao Zhou.

In the dossier given by Lao Zhou, it was stated that Leng Hong was cunning and forged four different identities, and this man was one of them.

However, in his perception of spiritual cultivation, although this person is very strong, but he is close to exhaustion, it is absolutely impossible to be Leng Hong who is still alive and kicking.

"What Leng Hong? I don't know this person. If you have nothing to do, please leave my house. You are not welcome here."

Hearing the word Leng Hong, the frail man's expression remained unmoved, his eyes were extremely dull, and it seemed that he had nothing to do with Leng Hong at all.

However, Xiang Yang's spiritual cultivation has turned into glass to reflect reality, which is no longer limited to superficial perception. When the person opposite hears the word Leng Hong, his heart beats a beat slower, and his blood flows faster. It is definitely the same as Leng Hong.

Xiang Yang knew in his heart and heaved a sigh of relief. It wasn't that the dark side of the God's Catchment Gate had been infiltrated, and Lao Zhou and his men hadn't lied either.

It's just that Leng Hong and this man cooperated seamlessly, and the two of them played tricks on the man who caught the door. If he expected correctly, Leng Hong not only has four identities, but five or more.

This person should also be a person who can't show his face aboveboard, and he is probably a wanted criminal. Later, he cooperated with Leng Hong and used one identity for two people, which finally caused the news of God's Catcher to be missed.

Xiang Yang guessed that the first three times Leng Hong was persecuted by the three golden medals of the God-Catching Sect, and finally lived with this fourth identity. That is the one in Xiaozhu Lane.

And this fourth person's identity is still being used by another person. When the people watching outside saw this person, they always regarded this person as Leng Hong, so they didn't realize that Leng Hong had already run away.

"What a talent. In addition to coming up with a plan, he can also find this person who can share his identity. This person Leng Hong can defeat God's Catcher again and again. He is indeed not an ordinary person."

And this person denied acquaintance with Leng Hong, maybe because he was grateful for Leng Hong's kindness in avoiding him from hunting, maybe because he knew that Leng Hong was already cool and didn't want to get involved, in short, he had his own reasons and reasons.

"Assuming you have nothing to do with Leng Hong, who are you? Are you hunted down here by the rivers and lakes, or are you wanted by the court?"

Xiang Yang was curious about this person, so he didn't necessarily have to embarrass this person, after all, he had already learned the details of Leng Hong's location from the scriptures, so there was no need to start with this person.

"How about hunting in the rivers and lakes? How about being wanted by the court? Sometimes, the more you know, the more dangerous you are. Curiosity will kill people."

The weak man coughed, took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the corner of his mouth, a light brighter than moonlight suddenly appeared in his eyes, he pressed the handkerchief with his big hand, and covered his neck with the silk handkerchief in his hand.

Twirling in the air, the little silk handkerchief, at this time, contains the power to destroy the earth, the air currents in the air are chaotic, and finally converge into the silk handkerchief, as if in a hurry, it has arrived in front of Xiang Yang, blowing The wind is like a tornado.

This hand alone is no less than Ma Dan's full blow, which shows how powerful this person is.

"If it is said that there are such masters in Yanxi County, it is normal. The small residents in Hedong Mansion have such martial arts, and their identities must be different."

With a sound of Sla, Sipa, which contained the man's incomparable true energy, was cut to pieces by Xiang Yang's big coffin-splitting hand. The man's body shook, surprise appeared in his eyes, and blood oozes from the corner of his mouth.

"The big coffin splitter?"

Xiang Yang Xiongwu's body also trembled slightly, and then there was no abnormality. Seeing the man's breath getting weaker, he shook his head,
"Why bother? If Jinsheng Fashion can fight with me, I will fight now, but it will consume too much energy, and the time is running out."

No longer entangled with this person, Xiang Yang sprinted away.

The purpose of his trip was to find out if there was anything wrong with the Anbu of the God of Catchment, and now he has come to the conclusion that there is no need to stay any longer.

As for this person, who was originally seriously injured, just now regardless of the injury, he forced himself to deal with Xiang Yang, which can be described as adding injury to injury. Unless there is a miracle, it will take a year or half a year, and he will undoubtedly die.

"Ahem, God catcher?
With such martial arts at such a young age, it is true that talents are born in large numbers. Even if the holy religion is revived, it may not last long. "

The man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, watched Xiang Yang leave, and did not make another move.

"How happy is life, why bother to die, worship fire, worship fire, I don't know if I can live to that day."

A low groan in the small courtyard made me feel desolate.

(End of this chapter)