Great Dao Ji

"Heroes' Conference?"

Tieshan chewed on these four words and shook his head: "Except for the Hero King, these martial artists are not heroes."

Holding a sharp weapon in mind, he would kill, let alone have martial arts?

In his career as a head of the Six Gates, he had seen many martial artists who bullied the weak. Many so-called heroes did things in secret that would make many people from the Demon Sect feel ashamed.

"He seems to admire the Hero King?"

An Qisheng glanced at Tieshan.

He knew Tieshan very well. He was an outlier in this world. He followed the law and took human feelings into consideration. Unfortunately, when the law and human feelings conflicted, he could not accept it.

He had a bad attitude towards martial artists, and this was the first time he heard him admire someone so much.

"Mr. Yun is different from other martial artists. I admire him very much."

Tieshan said seriously:

"Master, do you know how the gate of Xiayimen was built in Zhongzhou?"

Without waiting for An Qisheng to answer, Tieshan started to talk:

"The gate of Xiayimen was built bit by bit by Mr. Yun himself and his disciples over decades.

Xiayimen does not occupy the land of the people, nor does it support farmers. The food in the gate is obtained by farming, breeding, and hunting. The clothes are also woven by Mrs. Yun and her female relatives!

The chivalrous and righteous behavior of Xiayimen is different from those so-called young heroes and heroes. Before eliminating evil, they must first investigate. After eliminating evil, the land obtained will be returned to its original owner, and the wealth obtained will not be kept. The property that can be returned to the original owner will be returned to the original owner. If the original owner is not there, it will be exchanged for food and distributed to the poor people."

Tieshan respects Yun Haitian very much. He keeps talking and seems unable to stop.

Recalling Yun Dongliu's fate, An Qisheng had to nod his head.

He didn't know what kind of person Yun Haitian was, but at least before he died, he always abided by his own way and never did anything to let down the world.

It's not an exaggeration to say that he is a good person.

After all, with Yun Haitian's martial arts, as long as he wants, wealth, gold, silver, jewelry, beauty and power are just a matter of effort.

Not everyone can take but not take, and indulge but not indulge.

You can say he is pedantic and old-fashioned, but you have to admit that he is a good person.

"It's a pity that Feng Qingxuan didn't dare to fight, otherwise even if Mr. Yun's injury had not healed, Feng Qingxuan would definitely die."

Tieshan felt a little sorry.

Recently, Feng Qingxuan has committed a lot of murders.

The Demon Sect is extremely cruel and doesn't care about passers-by at all. He has killed countless passers-by in his seven attacks.

"Feng Qingxuan is deliberately avoiding Yun Haitian, but he may not be afraid."

An Qisheng's eyes were stern.

There are many martial artists in his dreams, including people from the Demon Sect like Bai Xian'er.

Naturally, he is not unfamiliar with Pang Wanyang.

This leader of the Six Hells Demon Sect is now the top master of the Weapon List. The martial arts he practices is a strange martial arts called "War Demon Heart Sutra".

Needless to say, the power of this martial arts is naturally great. What he cares most about is that this martial arts emphasizes a build-up of momentum, and the more you fight, the stronger you will be.

Pang Wanyang used to be able to fight the world alone and become stronger and stronger, relying on this martial arts.

What many martial arts sects fear is that he has been building up momentum for decades. Once he takes action, it will definitely be earth-shattering.

This Feng Qingxuan avoiding Yun Haitian may not be afraid of this chivalrous king, but more likely he is accumulating his own momentum.

"What does the Taoist mean?"

Tieshan frowned slightly.

An Qisheng smiled and asked, "Are the people who are watching nearby still there?"

"The ones who are watching in public are still there, but I don't know who is watching in secret."

Tieshan shook his head slightly.

He could naturally detect the people who were watching in public from the Six Gates, but he guessed that Fang Yuhong, Tong Luyang and others who were watching in secret might be following him.

But he couldn't find where they were.

"Can we hide?"

An Qisheng asked again.

"Their target is you, Taoist priest. Even if I leave, they may not expose themselves for me in advance."

Tieshan thought for a while and answered.

"In that case, you should go back to Nanliang City and reopen Yangxiaotang."

An Qisheng slowly stood up and said lightly.

"What do you want?"

Tieshan was shocked.

An Qisheng looked into the distance and said leisurely:

"When I return to Nanliang City, no one will dare to chase me."

"Did Tieshan leave Anyang Prefecture?"

On the third floor of an ordinary restaurant in the city, Fang Yuhong listened to his subordinates' report expressionlessly and said indifferently:

"But did he leave alone?"

"Only him, the old Taoist priest did not leave."

The head constable in green bowed slightly and said:

"Do you want to capture this traitor?"

"No need."

Fang Yuhong waved his hand:

"It doesn't matter when to deal with Tieshan. After the blood demon is killed, there is plenty of time to slowly deal with him."

"I understand."

The head constable bowed slightly and retreated.

Tong Luyang was drinking in the breeze by the window on the second floor. After the constable left, he turned around and looked at Fang Yuhong:

"He's leaving."

"Yes."

Fang Yuhong smiled:

"The Soul-stealing Demonic Art is famous for stealing other people's internal energy. This time, many masters gathered in Zhongzhou. It is naturally a great opportunity for him. Even if I were him, I would not let it go."

During this period, while tracking, Fang Yuhong also transferred records about the soul-stealing demonic skill from the six gates, and learned about the terrifying aspects of this demonic skill.

But the more he knew about it, the more he believed that people who had obtained this kind of magic power could let go of temptation and not absorb their inner energy.

The reason why no one stopped Tieshan from inquiring about information was because he deliberately allowed it.

In fact, a large part of the information was provided by him.

"Old Fang, do you think the Six Hell Demon Sect has some other motive for appearing in such a grand manner?"

Tong Luyang had some thoughts between his brows:

"In the past few years, whenever people from the Demon Sect appeared, whether it was our six sects, Jinyiwei and Dongchang, they would all start operating. This time, why have those adults not taken any action now?"

The relationship between the Six Hell Demon Sect and the righteous way of martial arts is incompatible, but the relationship with the imperial court is even worse.

The reason why the Demon Sect is called the Demon Sect is not because of the slander of the martial arts people and the court, but because they are incompatible with normal people, whether it is martial arts or behavior.

Not all decent people are good people, but there are definitely no good people in the Demon Sect.

Without him, it would be impossible for good people to practice the Demon Sect's techniques, let alone survive in the Six Hells Demon Sect.

Collecting yin and replenishing yang, killing people to practice martial arts, and condensing blood pills. There are very few 'normal' martial arts among the Six Hell Demon Sects.

Therefore, the imperial court is still tolerant of martial arts people, but it can be said that it will kill all the six hell demon sects. Once they show up, they will definitely be surrounded and killed.

"I can't understand this either."

Fang Yuhong shook his head slightly. He had been thinking about this matter for a long time.

"Tell me, could it be those adults and Pang Wanyang?"

Tong Luyang's eyes flickered, and a terrible thought flashed through his mind.

"Otherwise, Pang Wanyang is a solitary man. He not only wants to be the best in martial arts, but also wants to be truly the best in the world. The king cannot tolerate him, and neither can the adults. There is no possibility of cooperation."

Fang Yuhong knew what Tong Luyang wanted to say, but he just waved his hand:

"Don't say any more. Our mission here is the Blood Demon. If you are interested in other matters, just go back to Beijing and ask Lord Catcher in person."

He also had many doubts about this matter.

Thinking of some of the instructions that Jinyiwei, Dongchang and their six doors had suddenly received in the past few years, he could vaguely feel that those above seemed to be playing a big game of chess.

Hearing this, Tong Luyang stopped talking. Those who should know will know sooner or later, if those above don't want them to know.

It's better not to know.

"Okay, maybe it's time for the Blood Demon to take action. Let's just relax our vigilance and let him go."

Fang Yuhong held his hands on the window, overlooking the busy traffic on the long street, and said quietly:

"If we weren't afraid of letting the tiger go back to the mountain, such a big devil should really be released and let those worms in the country have a taste of it."

"Don't be careless, if he gets out of control"

Tong Luyang drank a glass of wine and stood up.

"With my tracking methods, there's no way he can get rid of me, huh?!"

As he spoke, Fang Yuhong's expression suddenly changed.

Before he finished his sentence, he had already broken out of the window, and his body flew more than ten feet in the air. With a few moves, he had already approached the small courtyard where An Qisheng rented!

Huhu~~~

Fang Yuhong landed lightly, and several six-door detectives with ugly faces had already stepped forward.

One of them looked frightened and uneasy:

"Sir, that old Taoist priest suddenly disappeared."

"Disappeared suddenly?"

Fang Yuhong's face was as dark as water. Without looking, he knew that An Qisheng had disappeared long ago.

He was a little confused and confused.

He had a strange encounter in his early years. The condensed 'nasal meridian' was different from ordinary people. After smelling a person's breath, he could locate his location within dozens of miles.

Unless someone could escape dozens of miles away in an instant, there would be no way to hide it from his nose.

But at that moment, An Qisheng's scent suddenly stopped.

It was impossible for him to escape dozens of miles in an instant, so he must have changed his aura in some way.

However, breath is not a smell. Everyone's breath is unique. How did he change his own breath?

Phew~

At this time, Tong Luyang, who was a step slower, also followed.

At a glance, you already know what happened.

"He ran away?"

Tong Luyang's face suddenly darkened.

"He can't run very far in such a short time, chase!"

He glanced at Fang Yuhong and walked away.

Several constables hurriedly followed.

Fang Yuhong remained silent, feeling his face burning for a while.

He had just said that there was no possibility of escape, and the person had already disappeared. How could he not feel angry.

Fang Yuhong's face twitched, and he had already stepped onto the eaves, looking around. There were thousands of auras in the city, but there was no one that he had marked.

"An Qisheng"