Great Dao Ji

"Hehe."

An Qisheng smiled back, hung up the phone, and walked to the second floor leisurely.

The experiment in the dream may not affect reality, but he already knew Ruan Xiuping. This person was always in a state of fear, sensitive and suspicious.

The less he said, the more afraid he was, and he dared not run away.

Sure enough, in the monitoring room on the second floor, Ruan Xiuping looked at the hooded man who came slowly, sat with a gloomy face, and did not dare to move.

Who is this?

Are there any accomplices outside?

How many people are ambushing at the end of the secret passage?

While Ruan Xiuping was daydreaming, An Qisheng slowly opened the door and walked in, sitting opposite him casually and relaxedly.

It was like old friends meeting, greeting each other without any hostility:

"Ruan Xiuping, a Yue national, has been lurking in Daxuan for 20 years. He initially sold human organs, and later got in touch with the Fuso people and became an intelligence dealer."

"Who are you?"

Ruan Xiuping's body was tense and highly nervous.

"You still don't know who I am? It seems that your intelligence collection is not good enough!"

An Qisheng tapped the table with his fingers, seemingly casual, but actually relaxed on the outside and tense on the inside.

He sat in a hollow position, not actually next to the chair, like squatting, tapping the table with one hand and holding the edge of the table with the other hand, ready to explode at any time.

"Are you a law enforcement warrior? Or a special brigade?"

Ruan Xiuping's chest rose and fell, and his palm slowly extended down.

"Do you still want to struggle?"

An Qisheng closed his eyelids and said lightly:

"Do you think that the pistol in the secret compartment of the third drawer on your left hand is enough for you to escape?"

"You!"

Ruan Xiuping finally couldn't help it, and opened the drawer with a "clatter" and was about to take out the gun.

Bang!

An Qisheng, who had been waiting for this moment, stomped his feet suddenly, the force came from the ground, and the palm of his hand holding the bottom of the table suddenly rose up, flipping the table to the ground.

Bang~

The documents and computers on the table fell to the ground.

At the same time, he tapped the table lightly with his five fingers and poked forward, slapping Ruan Xiuping's throat like a tiger pouncing on its food.

One foot stepped, one hand supported, and one hand went in, it was the three-point hand of the Eight Extremes Welcoming the Gate.

"Ah!"

Ruan Xiuping staggered after being hit by the table, and before he could stand firmly, he felt an itch in his throat.

Seeing An Qisheng's fierce momentum, he couldn't help but bend down, bend over, and pass his hands through the flying documents. His five fingers seemed to be open and not open, like a chicken pecking at rice, biting towards An Qisheng's lower back.

"Heh!"

Looking at the scene he had seen many times in his dream, An Qisheng couldn't help but smile lightly.

His outstretched arm was raised and bent, and his single elbow suddenly slammed down, hitting Ruan Xiuping's back neck heavily.

Baji elbow is like a spear.

This heavy elbow from top to bottom is like a general riding a big horse in ancient times shooting a soldier from top to bottom.

With a sound of "click", Ruan Xiuping's neck was broken!

"Hu~~~"

As soon as Ruan Xiuping's hand touched An Qisheng's clothes, he fell to the ground with a plop, and his broken neck was folded in half. His head, which was only connected to the skin and flesh, was thrown on his back like a ball.

His bloodshot eyes stared at An Qisheng, and he died with his eyes wide open.

"Huh!"

An Qisheng slowly exhaled until Ruan Xiuping was dead.

The fighting method only lasted for three moves and two styles, but only he knew the danger.

Ruan Xiuping was a fugitive from the State of Yue. He had excellent pistol skills, but fortunately his kung fu was only average. Although he had Ming Jin, he was not his opponent.

He was killed on the spot with two moves without any intention.

Bang!

An Qisheng lifted the table and took out a pistol hidden by Ruan Xiuping from the drawer.

"Unfortunately, it's useless to me."

An Qisheng played with it twice. He had entered Wang Anfeng's dream, so he could play with the gun.

It was just that in Daxuan, it was difficult to move with a gun, and it was not as convenient as fists.

After putting down the gun and searching hastily, and finding nothing, An Qisheng took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Done?"

Wang Zhixuan's voice was a little hoarse on the other end of the phone.

"Are you injured?"

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

"There is a senior brother in Shanzhuang, who is a master. It took some effort to kill him."

Wang Zhixuan took a deep breath and said calmly:

"The line behind Ruan Xiuping is related to several foreign forces. Don't stay too long. I will deal with it later."

An Qisheng agreed and hung up the phone, and tidied up a little.

Then he came to the front desk, knocked out the frightened girl with a little apology, and deleted all the surveillance about himself before leaving the homestay.

At this time, the moon was full in the sky, and the bright moonlight covered the earth.

An Qisheng turned around and glanced at the homestay, hurried into the moonlight, and returned to the hotel.

"You have a murderous aura."

In An Qisheng's room, Feng Mingtao narrowed his eyes slightly and noticed something was wrong.

This is a very subtle feeling, others may not be able to detect it, but Feng Mingtao felt it keenly.

"Lucky, I saw a fugitive on the wanted list."

An Qisheng said lightly, walked into the bathroom and started to take a shower.

"So lucky?"

Feng Mingtao raised his eyebrows.

He wandered back and forth for a long time without any gains, but this kid went out for a short while and actually got something?

After washing up, An Qisheng walked out of the bathroom, and the breath on his body had calmed down.

Except for the real murderer, no one would feel happy after killing someone.

The feeling of killing life is far from wonderful for An Qisheng, who has experienced the countdown to life.

"This time in Wudang Mountain, we are afraid that our visit was in vain."

Feng Mingtao sighed.

"What's wrong?"

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

"Do you know who the person who took over the task of killing Mu Longcheng is?"

Feng Mingtao glanced at An Qisheng and said directly without showing off:

"It's Mr. Xiaogu."

"Gu Changsheng wants to kill Mu Longcheng?"

An Qisheng was shocked.

He had seen Gu Changsheng attack in the martial arts hall, and the three great masters of strength were easily beaten to death by him, and he was suspected of having already sat on top of him.

But who are the people in Mulongcheng?

In the Dan realm, there were many who died under his hands in the past thirty years. Gang Jin killed one of them with one against two, and another was seriously injured and locked up for decades.

Even if Gu Changsheng holds the elixir and sits on the throne, he will not be his opponent.

"In the evening, around the time you went out, Mr. Xiao Gu stood up, spoke to Mu Longcheng, and made a three-year agreement."

A look of admiration appeared on Feng Mingtao's face, but also a bit regretful:

"Mu Longcheng's goals for coming to Daxuan have all been received by Mr. Xiao Gu at the martial arts center. Although Mu Longcheng came to Daxuan, he may not come to Wudang Mountain."

"Then the boxers on Wudang Mountain won't leave, right? They've come here, so it would be a pity to disperse like this."

An Qisheng didn't care whether Mu Longcheng would come, he only cared whether the masters gathered in Wudang Mountain would disperse.

"They probably won't disperse. There are many masters coming to Wudang Mountain this time. Master Juechen of the Wudang Sect has already left seclusion. I guess most of them will visit his old man tomorrow."

Feng Mingtao stretched as he spoke:

"Go to bed early today, and let's visit Taoist Master Juechen together tomorrow! I have never seen a great master in the realm of immortality in my life."