Gao Wunan's Legend of Wushuang

A moment later, an old man in a black robe was sitting in front of Wu Feng, and beside this old man was a recording disciple writing quickly.

"So, after the caravan was attacked by the four bandits, you separated from the team and escaped after three days?" The old man asked after listening to Wu Feng's explanation.

"Yes, elder, what I said above is true." After reporting the general situation of this mission, Wu Feng was called to the Law Enforcement Hall for questioning. Except for the fact that he beheaded Jiao Sui himself, he reported everything else.

If ordinary disciples were suddenly called to the Law Enforcement Hall, even if they had no ghosts in their hearts, they would still be uneasy. However, Wu Feng has experienced the accumulation of all aspects, and ordinary scenes are commonplace, so his expression is indifferent, and he is not shocked by honor or disgrace.

The elder in black robe couldn't help but nodded after listening to Wu Feng's ins and outs, took the record document, read it carefully, stamped his private seal, and called a disciple to take it down to verify the information.

"Originally, this matter does not need to be investigated in this way, but two inner disciples of our school died tragically at the hands of thieves. The old man's responsibility must be handled carefully. You wait here for a while." Seeing that Wu Feng's expression does not seem to be fake, the black-robed elder thought for a while I still want to explain.

In addition to punishing the disciples who violated the rules of the sect, the Law Enforcement Hall is also responsible for patrolling, supervising, and investigating. There are spy scouts in every city and country, responsible for intelligence work, and have great power.

Wu Feng had anticipated this, "But it's up to the elders to decide."

The black-robed old man nodded, obviously quite satisfied with Wu Feng's attitude, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to wait with a wave of his sleeves.

This wait lasted for two or three hours, from noon to sunset, just now a disciple knocked on the door and entered, whispered a few words beside the black-robed old man and left.

Hearing this, the old man in black robe turned pale, looked at Wu Feng and said suddenly: "Okay, this matter has been verified, you can go back."

Wu Feng thanked the black-robed old man, and before leaving, he suddenly asked, "I still have one thing I want to ask the elder, how to deal with the matter of Senior Brother Zhao and Senior Sister Lu."

"The news of these two people will be sent back to their home by the Law Enforcement Hall. As for the murderer of the two of them, Jiao Sui, the four bandits, has been confirmed to have been beheaded.

Wu Feng unexpectedly showed a "surprised" expression, then took a deep breath and cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, elder, for letting me know."

Not far from the gate of the Law Enforcement Hall, Wu Feng accidentally saw a familiar figure. It was the burly young man who went on the road with them that day, Qin Gang.

"Qin Gang, is that you?"

The burly man was waiting anxiously, but when he saw Wu Feng, he looked excited and grabbed his shoulder, "Great! Junior brother Wu, you are safe and sound, I thought I was the only one who escaped!"

It was only then that Wu Feng realized that it was no wonder that the review was so simple. It turned out that the insiders had already heard the news, and now it was just another review.

The two sighed for a while, and exchanged the passage of time together.

Of course, what Wu Feng said was the castrated version, and this Qin Gang's experience is similar to Wu Feng's. He also killed the pursuers in the rear to cover the survivors of the caravan, and waited until he came again with the city guards. At that time, there was no trace of others.

The two have lived and died together, and they are considered acquainted. After a long conversation, Qin Gang was very indignant at what happened to the other two, "Damn it! Four bandits! This account will be settled with you sooner or later!"

This person is honest and upright, and he values ​​love and righteousness. It can be seen from his waiting here that he is worth a friend.

Chapter 96 Follows

"Brother Qin, do you know about Bai Yunzhen and the Shangwu Pavilion?" The two talked for a while, Wu Feng's heart suddenly moved, and he asked.

"Then Martial Court has troubled you?" Qin Gang frowned, "Can you tell me about it in detail?"

Wu Feng originally wanted to use this person's power, so he knew everything. After listening, Qin Gang slapped the table fiercely, "Hmph! This Martial Arts Pavilion is really going too far, and it will do more and more to pull people. It's just relying on the back... ..."

Qin Gang hesitated to speak, his expression changed, and he immediately patted his chest to assure him: "Don't worry, Junior Brother, I will leave this matter to me. It is expected that Martial Arts Pavilion would not dare to do excessive things."

"Thank you so much, brother." Although Qin Gang made a vow, but judging from the contact situation between Wu Feng and Shangwu Pavilion, the other party does not seem to be willing to give up easily...

In the next period of time, Wu Feng lived a three-point and one-line life, practicing, eating, and resting every day. The only places he went back and forth were the martial arts field and the accommodation, and no one disturbed him.

After the King of Fighters plane, Wu Feng's actual combat strength has improved to a point where he is not very clear about it, but his martial arts cultivation has not improved significantly.

It took only a few months to upgrade from the body training stage to the third level of Qi training. If this speed is enough to startle the eyes of ordinary disciples, it is still too slow.

With the growth of his cultivation, the improvement that only the first three levels of "Canglan Jue" can bring becomes weaker and weaker. Unless he gets the later part of the true biography, all local intermediate-level exercises are enough for him to practice all the way to the innate peak state.

However, with Wu Feng's current status in the Wu family, the possibility of obtaining the entire "Canglan Jue" is very small, and it is more likely that some people will become suspicious. The matter of internal strength cultivation still needs a long-term plan.

There are nearly a thousand inner disciples in the Zhenwu sect, but less than 50 elders to teach them. Therefore, except for the true disciples who have special masters to teach them, the general inner disciples only have the opportunity to go to the Yanwu area for two and a half days every Wednesday and Friday. Ask the elders.

On this day, Wu Feng had just listened to an elder's lecture on several precautions for inner strength training, and felt that he had benefited a lot. He walked towards the lodging place, and when he passed a lush bamboo forest, three sword-wielding disciples in inner school costumes blocked him. In front of Wu Feng.

"Wu Feng?" a male voice at the front asked proudly.

"It's me, what's the matter?"

The man in front gave a wink, and the other two stood on both sides with grim smiles, vaguely surrounding Wu Feng.

"Boy who doesn't know good and bad, Brother Lu wants me to say hello to you." The man drew out the long sword in his hand, and his eyes showed a cruel color of looking at the prey.

The other two didn't do anything, but held their swords in both hands, with an expression of watching the show.

Sure enough, as they expected, Wu Feng acted "panicked", and said sharply: "Lu Yun? You are from Shangwu Pavilion, so you are not afraid of being known by the door if you do this?"

"Haha! What a joke, brother, let's discuss with each other, so what if we accidentally miss and get injured? What's more, what evidence do you have to prove that we did it?" The other party looked determined to Wu Feng, and became even more unscrupulous.

"So that's how it is." Wu Feng showed a clear expression, looked at the three people surrounding him and suddenly smiled prey, "I have always followed the principle of fairness, I hope your bones are strong enough..."

A moment later, when Wu Feng left the bamboo forest, there were only three people behind who were wailing constantly. The lightest one of them also had a broken kneecap in both legs, and he needed to rest for at least half a year before he could recover.

As for how this period of time has delayed martial arts training, and how much it will affect their future kung fu after recovery, this is out of Wu Feng's consideration.

"However, Shangwu Pavilion's so-called revenge is just like this. I really expected it earlier." Wu Feng shook his head, and then burst out laughing. He is at a different height, and the corresponding pattern is also completely different. The stakes are different for the strong in life-and-death battles. In Wu Feng's eyes, today's Martial Arts Club is nothing more than a child's play.

"Forget it, it's time to clean up some messes..." Instead of being entangled and disturbed by these little pawns, it's better to solve the problem once and for all.

Shangwu Pavilion consists of a row of brick and stone houses. It is said to be a residence, but in fact it is just a place where some inner disciples gather to practice martial arts. They compete with each other and exchange ideas.

The sect's attitude towards the formation of cliques between disciples is not support, no opposition, and let them develop. Later, they gradually evolved into factions. Among them, Shangwu Pavilion and Chivalrous Society are the most well-organized and the most powerful.

There is also an organization composed of scattered people. It stands to reason that this group has the largest number of people, but the organization is the most loose. More people have never even heard of it, and the power is far inferior to the above two.

In the center of the residence is an independent large courtyard, which is also the place where everyone in Shangwu Pavilion discusses their affairs. When Wu Feng came in, two people were practicing in front of the martial arts training ground. One of them asked, "Who are you? What are you doing?" Haven't seen you?"

Wu Feng smiled, "This is my first time here."

"Newcomer?" The two looked at each other, and one of them showed a playful smile and stretched out a hand to press Wu Feng's shoulder, "Since you are a newcomer, let senior brother take you to get acquainted with it?"

Wu Feng grabbed the opponent's wrist, "Don't bother, I prefer to go by myself..."

The next moment, a figure smashed open the stone door with a shrill scream, spat out a few bloody teeth on the spot, and the sound of his face sliding down against the stone door made everyone feel sour.

"It's Junior Brother Sun!"

"Who?" Everyone in Shangwu Pavilion rushed out angrily, who dared to come here to make trouble after eating a bear's heart and leopard, and was impatient to live!

At this moment, another black shadow shot towards him, and everyone pulled out their weapons and cut them off. Then they heard the black shadow screaming in panic, "Stop! It's me!"

After seeing the visitor clearly, everyone turned their weapons abruptly, but they still drew a few huge bloody gashes on the visitor, causing the visitor to scream in pain.

When Wu Feng strolled in, what he saw was a scene of a group of people rolling into a ball.

"Heh, the way you welcome people in Martial Arts Pavilion is really unique." Wu Feng clapped his palms with an expression of admiration.

"It's him!" The disciple who was almost dismembered by his companions on the spot looked sad and indignant, pointing at Wu Feng and complaining sharply.

"That's right, it's me." Wu Feng nodded with a sincere expression, "I'm here to challenge your club, the rule is, I'm alone, and I'll challenge all of you."

Wu Feng's proclamation caused the voices on the field to stagnate. Everyone looked at Wu Feng with a look of death. It's not that no one has challenged Shangwu Pavilion, but no one has ever dared to say that one person challenged them all.

Chapter 97 Taunt the audience

"Hmph! Arrogance!" A man in white clothes with a spear came out from the crowd, with a haughty look on his face, "A certain person is enough to deal with a mere unknown person."

"Senior Brother Luo!"

"How dare you provoke the Martial Arts Association, you must not let him go."

"Yes! Teach this kid a lesson!"

This Senior Brother Luo obviously has quite a reputation among the crowd, and after seeing him make a move, his expression became even more excited, and he took the initiative to form a circle and wait for the result of the duel between the two.

"Are you the first one?" Wu Feng glanced at the person who came, and slowly put on a pair of bright silver spider silk gloves. The wrist area and the wrist were tightly seamed, completely fitting the palm of the hand.

"Boy, I don't know what made you come here to provoke me, but I will let you know what a wrong choice you made." Senior Brother Luo took a careful look at Wu Feng's glove, and suddenly jumped up from the ground with force. In the middle of the air, the man took a long spear out to sea like a dragon, and devoured it madly!

"Python twist! Nine heads!" The tip of the gun was looming, pointing faintly at nine areas around Wu Feng's body, and the sharp energy turned into white~ the column of air shot out!

Wu Feng took a step forward, with a sharp energy gushing out from his whole body, his palms fluttered, creating an afterimage like a phoenix flapping its wings, "Have you ever seen the scene of a divine bird soaring into the sky? Go! Polar Star!" Phoenix Fist—Tianxiang Cross Phoenix!"

The cross energy breaks through the sky, smashing the white column of energy like a bamboo.

Senior Brother Luo let out a soft shout, drew a semicircle with the long spear in his hand, and suddenly picked it up on the cross Qi Jin.

The tip of the spear stabbed directly at the powerful enemy without losing momentum, but was blocked by a pair of fierce and unparalleled flesh fists. The two quickly intersected and sparked countless sparks.

"Not bad!" Wu Feng's eyes flashed, his footsteps were windy, and his fists walked casually. Under Senior Brother Luo's horrified eyes, his palms separated the spear, and two "swish, swish" applause broke into his chest. .

"Chi Chi!" Blood flew from the huge cross wound, Senior Brother Luo spurted blood from his mouth, and the white clothes on his upper body were instantly soaked in blood.

"Senior Brother Luo!" Everyone in Shangwu Pavilion was stunned. They never thought that Senior Brother Luo, whom they had placed high hopes on, would lose like this!

"Who else?" Wu Feng chased after the victory, his eyes were like lightning, and everyone who looked at him couldn't help but look away.

"Hey! Let me meet you!" A strong black-faced young man came out, and with a shake of two shiny black hammers, they slammed down on Wu Feng. The dust and sand all lined up and flew away.

"Boom!" Like a bronze bell roaring loudly, the sturdy heavy hammer was caught by a pair of silver-white gloves, and Wu Feng caught the opponent's shocking blow with only the strength of his hands.

The black face of the sturdy young man turned dark red. At the same time, the ground under their feet sank into the stone slabs on the ground, obviously engaging in a competition of strength.

"Ripples sprinting—the sky is about to run!" At this moment, Wu Feng suddenly made an astonishing move, layers of transparent ripple barriers appeared around his hands, and he took a deep breath, and the muscles on his arms suddenly swelled and swelled , Two big palm-like hands pounded on the heavy hammer again and again.

"Boom!" The two black sledgehammers flew out like huge boulders from a siege vehicle, and opened a big hole in the wall of a nearby house. The house collapsed under the terrifying force.

The black-faced young man was forced half of his body into the ground by this force, roaring, and then passed out with a punch.

"Be quiet for me!" Wu Feng retracted his fists, he did not look like he had just defeated two powerful Shangwu Pavilion masters.

"It's really disappointing. Is your Shangwu Pavilion only at this level?" He hooked his fingers, showing disdain.

Ever since Shangwu Pavilion was established, has anyone knocked on its door and suffered such humiliation, another group of people rushed out from the house inside, and immediately two people rushed out from the crowd, looked at each other and drew their swords together to slash at Wu Feng go.

It's a pity that the strength of these two people is not as good as the previous two, and they lost faster. They passed by the crowd with two whistling sounds, and flew backwards at a faster speed than when they came.

The next moment, Wu Feng rushed into the crowd as if he was taking a stroll in the garden, and his hands with the silkworm clouds turned into the sharpest weapons to block the incoming weapons, and every time he made a move, one person fell down and lost the battle ability.

Beidou Shenquan is best at group battles, the amazing endurance of Ripple Immortal Dao, coupled with the almost perfect boxing realm of Wuxiang Reincarnation, the shadows of the fists are flying for a while, and the fists carrying the violent and domineering qi blow down the enemies one by one .

"Tell me! Where is Baiyun really?" Wu Feng asked coldly, pinching the throat of the last person in the audience.

To this extent, Bai Yunzhen hasn't appeared yet, the bigger possibility is that he is not here, Wu Feng's philosophy has always been: if he makes a move, he will be killed immediately.

Those eyes came from the real battlefield, and the murderous eyes let the other party know that he was definitely not joking, "No...don't kill me! Boss Bai, no no, Bai Yun is really in Wangjiang Tower."

"Take me there!" Wu Feng carried one person like this, stepped across the slumped crowd, and when he passed the gate of the house, he glanced at the corner of the wall and left.

After a while, two men came out from behind the wall.