low-key warlock

Behind the building of the inpatient department of the hospital, there is a courtyard with green lawns in a shaded area, surrounded by paths and wide roads, but no vehicles are parked.

This is a place where patients who are hospitalized can usually come out for a walk to get some fresh air.

Near noon, although the scorching sun was blocked by the building and the luxuriant trees, and could not fully illuminate the small courtyard, the hot temperature made all the patients reluctant to go out for a walk outside the comfortable ward, so this The courtyard looked very quiet, except that occasionally medical staff and family members of patients hurried past.

In the northwest corner, hidden among the trails behind the lush vegetation, Su Chunfeng had a faint smile on his pale cheeks, and gently pinched a fallen green leaf with his left index finger and thumb wrapped in gauze.

In front of him, stood a burly middle-aged man close to 1.9 meters tall, wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, black trousers, black leather shoes, his thick bare arms and his big, muscular palm-like hands. Lustrous patina.The middle-aged man has short hair, a Chinese character face, and thick black eyebrows that seem to be painted on with a paintbrush. There are several long eyebrows on each tip of the two eyebrows that are slightly drooping. His eyes made people feel more and more that the man had a powerful aura without anger.

What caught people's attention was that the gray-white belt around the middle-aged man's waist was uneven, and even the width was not so neat, especially the gray-white belt buckle with a hint of scarlet, which was not even the slightest bit of beauty, like A piece of weathered bone that would crumble with a single blow.

Paired with the designer clothes she was wearing, this belt could be called a shit point on flowers.

"Thank you." The middle-aged man said blankly.

Su Chunfeng knew that the burly middle-aged man in front of him, who seemed to be less than 50 years old, was actually approaching his sixtieth year. He waved his left hand holding a leaf, and said, "I won't pretend to say polite words, You said thank you for my acceptance, but if you find the killer, remember to notify me and leave me a knife."

"how?"

"He cut me and I have to pay it back."

"No problem." Zong Xiange finally showed a smile, and said: "You remember his appearance clearly, tell me, what's so special?"

Su Chunfeng sighed, and said: "Professor Luo, Goldman Sachs, Qu Feiyan, and Pan Huiyao have already told you, and that's what I saw. That guy is fair and handsome, and he is clearly here to kill people Yes, but he always had a smile on his face, and he looked very relaxed and calm... However, I feel that his face is a bit fake, like wearing a mask, of course, this is just my personal feeling. "

"Didn't he use spells when he fought you?"

"If martial arts don't count, then he really didn't use magic."

Zong Xiange nodded. Since the other party came prepared, the possibility of finding any useful clues based on the impression left by those present at that time was extremely low.However, the most notable characteristic of the white-clothed youth killer is that he has a very high level of fighting, does not use magic attacks, and can be immune or resists the attacks of magic spells with his own unique skills, which is stronger than Luo Tonghua. There is only a little influence.If Su Chunfeng hadn't taken the lead in mobilizing other student warlocks to take action, then the young man in white would probably have to kill Zongmeng before leaving.Thinking of this, Zong Xiange said lightly: "After I find him, I will leave a knife for you."

"Ah."

Zong Xiange turned around to leave, but suddenly thought of something, he stopped and asked: "If you and Ah Meng continue to fight, who will win?"

"I'm not as good as him."

"Some people say that the Zhongtian secret technique you practice is a long-lost unique technique that appeared in the world 200 years ago..." Zong Xiange said meaningfully: "I really want to learn .”

Su Chunfeng was surprised: "It's not necessary, is it? The gap between us is too big."

"Young man in white clothes uses martial arts to break the art." Zong Xiange narrowed his eyes slightly, and said flatly: "I heard that your Zhongtian secret art also emphasizes the use of martial arts to break the art, and it is only this year that you have gradually realized the art of it. The essence of the law. In fact, I have some understanding of the martial arts of the Jianghu, and there are not many schools of the Jianghu that emphasize the use of martial arts in history."

"I don't know if there is such a Jianghu school." Su Chunfeng said indifferently: "Before I arrived in Beijing, I didn't even know that Qimen Jianghu existed in this era. As for using martial arts, there is such a school in the Jianghu. Perhaps it is really rare as you said, but I learned from Professor Luo that since ancient times, there have been many high-level martial artists who are not afraid of warlocks, and martial arts itself is a kind of magic technique. It can be said that martial arts practitioners can also be called warlocks... I can hear what you said just now, but I believe you have not suspected that I am with that young man in white."

Appreciation flashed in Zong Xiange's eyes, and he said: "In the future, if you step into the Qimen rivers and lakes, if I am not dead, you can mention my name when you encounter something, it will be helpful."

"I don't want to enter the rivers and lakes."

"No problem." Zong Xiange smiled, turned and left.

Su Chunfeng stood under the shade of the tree that cast white light from the dense branches and leaves, in a trance - the facts are unpredictable, he never thought that last year he was just Xiaoyi's one shot, and the simple explanation of using martial arts later, but now Almost lifted a rock and shot himself in the foot.Fortunately, Zong Xiange is not the kind of master who is easily overwhelmed by anger, otherwise, with his strength, he would have to splatter his blood for five steps to vent his anger on others...

Kill Su Chunfeng, what can Luo Tonghua do?

This time, Su Chunfeng came to see Zong Xiange purely out of the most basic courtesy, and didn't think of anything else.Only Su Chunfeng knew that the young killer in white who assassinated Zongmeng was Tu Xiluo, but he wouldn't and couldn't tell anyone.And he believed that with Tu Xiluo's ability, even though he was far from reaching the peak level of Yan Luo with a Thousand Faces in his previous life, it would be extremely difficult for Zong Xiange to find out his identity.

Now, Zong Xiange and Luo Tonghua have launched an investigation into this incident at the same time.

Speaking of which, the starting point of the investigation is also very clear. The first thing to consider is naturally the news that Su Chunfeng and Zongmeng met to learn fighting skills. Who knows and who has disclosed it to.The second is that Zong Xiange began to investigate the enemies he had provoked in the Qimen Jianghu in recent years, who Zong Meng had provoked in the past few years, and what unusual actions he had recently, and selected the most important ones. Suspected persons, carry out targeted investigations, or... threats.

Su Chunfeng didn't bother to pay attention to these matters, it had nothing to do with him.

However, what caught him a little attention was that Zong Xiange mentioned that some people said that the Zhongtian Secret Technique was a long-lost technique, which had appeared in Qimen Rivers and Lakes more than 200 years ago.However, the technique that Su Chunfeng is currently practicing to conceal the identity of the inheritor of deceitful techniques is just an unknown and profound technique in his opinion. A more appropriate name for the technique was drawn up.

Is it a coincidence?

Or is it that unique academic method that appeared in the Qimen rivers and lakes 200 years ago, that precious and profound magic book in Qian Ming's hands?

With Zong Xiange's identity and status, she definitely won't talk nonsense.

Then, who told Zong Xiange that in the history of Qimen Rivers and Lakes, there is indeed a unique art called Zhongtian Secret Art, and that Suojianglong, who is the suzerain of Qingluan Sect, can firmly believe it?

In a single ward on the seventh floor.

Zongmeng, who was lying on the hospital bed on the transfusion, had already woken up, but her cheeks were pale and without the slightest trace of blood, and her pair of dark eyes showed the usual cold and aloof look, and also, strong anger.

The burly Zong Xiange walked into the ward, sat on the side of the bed, and asked lightly, "How long will it be before I leave the hospital?"

"Three days!"

"Ah."

Such a serious injury and being discharged from the hospital in three days, in the eyes of ordinary people, is simply an unbelievably stupid and reckless act.But for father and son Zong Xiange and Zong Meng, this should be the case.It's not that Zongmeng's body recovers extremely quickly, but that this situation is suitable for exercising one's own strong will. If you can't continue to practice with injuries... then Zongmeng is not Zongmeng, let alone Zongmeng Xian Ge is the beloved son whom she dotes on and has the most high hopes for.

Zong Xiange asked: "Compared with Su Chunfeng, who do you have a better chance of winning?"

"Me." Zongmeng said extremely conceitedly.

"You can not."

Zongmeng raised his eyebrows, showing dissatisfaction, and only in front of his father would he show such an expression.If facing other people, no matter whether he is strong or weak, he doesn't bother to pay attention.

Zong Xiange said coldly: "At present, it seems that the two of you have the same level of cultivation. Su Chunfeng's nature is not competitive, his temperament is easy-going and indifferent, and his momentum is not as good as yours. When fighting, he will lose to your decisiveness. But if you take the current Su Chunfeng's cultivation will exceed yours within two years... His state of mind is much higher than yours."

Zongmeng frowned slightly, but did not speak.

He didn't believe that Su Chunfeng's cultivation could surpass him in just two years.Because he knows that although his current cultivation level is in the middle stage of Qi Consolidation, as long as he is willing to break through, he can enter the late stage of Qi Consolidation at any time, and he can complete it in the shortest time and break into the state of Qi Refining.Su Chunfeng's current cultivation base is at the top of the sky, which is in the middle stage of Qi solidification. How can he compare with a genius warlock like him who forcibly suppresses his cultivation base to accumulate strength?

"You need to adjust your mentality." Zong Xiange got up and said: "Let yourself relax, you need to know that life is also a practice, don't be too horny, be careful that it will backfire."

"But you said that one strength can be reduced to ten times, and a hundred refinements can make steel!"

"But I don't want you to die."

"Being greedy for life and afraid of death, how can I prove the truth? I don't want to waste decades. Even if the shortcut is a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire, I will go for it..."

Zong Xiange walked to the door, held the handle of the door with one hand, turned his head and said indifferently: "Then you can't go crazy."

Zongmeng bit her lip and replied softly: "Yes."

Zong Xiange pushed open the door and walked out.

At this time, on the campus of Peking University, except Zongmeng and Su Chunfeng, all the other student warlocks were called by Luo Tonghua to talk and ask one by one. Who did they tell about the news that Su Chunfeng and Zongmeng met to discuss each other? ——The location of the competition was chosen by Zongmeng in the evening of that day, and then Lu Weiyang notified the other magicians of the association, and Song Ciwen notified Luo Tonghua and Su Chunfeng.How could that young man in white know in such a short period of time?

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