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Huang Ge was talking about the hard work in the process of searching for Fan Yiweng. Mi Liancheng suddenly waved his hand and raised his glass to make a gesture to drink. In fact, the slight sound in his mouth was a reminder.

"Here you come!"

Wang and Huang remained silent, still talking and laughing, the topic changed naturally, but their eyes inadvertently glanced out the window.

Outside the window, a group of men in black came on the misty street!

These men in black are not simple at first glance.

The leader was an old man. He was four feet tall and had a beard that was nearly three feet long. He had a unique appearance, but his expression felt like a woody person.

Behind him were seven or eight young strong men, all of whom were muscular and very strong, and even his expression was a bit mute.

You should know that the world of Shencheng was at the end of the Song Dynasty and the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, and the Mongolian army was waiting for an opportunity to set off.

At this time, the mountains and rivers of the Song Dynasty were shaking. Although the people did not say that they were suffering from life, they were all looking earthy and had a timid look in their expressions. Although these big men looked blank, their eyes were flashing. It was obvious that they were not afraid of trouble.

But the neat and wooden look on their faces is completely different from the toughness and casualness of ordinary heroes.

A discerning person can tell at a glance that this is a manifestation after practicing unique internal skills.

The heartless mind method of the valley of Jueqing!

It was Fan Yiweng and his group of people.

Anyone who has read the original work knows that people in Jueqing Valley usually wear green clothes, but that is only like this when they represent the disciples of Jueqing Valley. After Huang Ge found Fan Yiweng, he saw that every time he appeared, he was wearing black clothes, even the same was true for the disciples and followers.

Huang Ge didn't care about this, he wanted to know whether the old man was Fan Yiweng.

He wouldn't do it like treating Li Kui as a humiliating thing.

After pretending to be careless and approaching the short old man to a certain distance, he clearly felt the true spirit imprint warmed up slightly, and then he was slightly shocked to confirm his identity: Fan Yiweng, the eldest disciple of the Jueqing Valley! He also accepted relevant system tasks!

Unlike ordinary people in the plot world, after killing, it is possible to obtain certain spiritual points, soul fragments, and related martial arts. After accepting the system's tasks, although it is necessary to kill the task target within a certain period of time, it is quite difficult, but the task reward is twice as generous, and there must be complete skills that will be exposed.

It’s just that in the same plot, only one person can get a mission reward. If others kill, there will be only sporadic rewards.

Since then, Huangge has worked hard for a long time to determine Fan Yiweng's behavioral rules.

During this process, he almost exposed his strength several times. You should know that it is not easy to play tricks under the nose of a C-level powerful man. If you accidentally get it, you might be finished!

Fortunately, after several hard work, he finally gained something. He found that every time after that, Fan Yiweng would bring his hands to this restaurant to have a full meal.

This time, Fan Yiweng really appeared unexpectedly again.

The group walked into the restaurant gate. The shopkeeper's eyes were sharp and he quickly stood up and bowed, "A few uncles have come? They have prepared for you a long time ago, is it still the same as before?"

Fan Yiweng didn't say anything, nodded directly, glanced at the guests in the restaurant, and moved away after a moment of stopping on Mi Liancheng and the other two, apparently he didn't take it seriously.

He sat on the seat in the hall without hesitation, and the disciples were in their own positions, and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

You should know that you are used to vegetarian food in the valley, and you don’t have a slight meaty taste after three meals a day. Although you were selected into the valley to become a disciple of the best mental method in the valley, this is a great thing to be desired, but those who practice martial arts eat as much as a cow. They eat some petals in the morning and some melons without oil at noon. Although they have precious herbs and elixirs to support their bodies, these disciples have long been hungry to death!…

There are ancestral rules in the valley, and no drinking or eating meat is allowed. There are no such rules outside.

Soon something was brought up.

It was a few bottles of soju and a plate of cooked beef.

The beef was red with red sauce, and it was steaming hot. The smell of meat made the eyes of the strong men shiny. For a moment, the belly seemed to be thundering, and the Adam's apple kept urging to swallow saliva.

This beef is a good thing, not to mention the expensive ones, but the key is that you can have it just by wanting to eat it. Slaughtering oxen at this time is illegal. Ordinary people can't eat a piece of beef for several years.

"Okay, you don't need to be restrained, eat while it's hot!"

There was a ray of kindness between Fan Yiweng's eyebrows and eyes. He took a sip of soju and then put a piece of cooked meat in each plate of cooked meat to taste. He felt that there was no problem, so he ordered these disciples to eat wine and meat.

The strong men would not be polite. The chopsticks fell like raindrops, and the cooked beef cut into slices was so strong that it was stuffed into the stomach.

Those who drink good wine must drink two glasses in total.

At this time, we can see how strict the rules are in Jueqing Valley. Although these people were so greedy that they wanted to start and eat quickly, they all followed the rules and specially left a large plate of cooked beef for Fan Yiweng, and no one put chopsticks into it.

Moreover, when they eat meat, not only does not have the habit of ordinary people's mouth-banging, but also their eating postures are uniform and well-trained.

Seeing that several large plates of cooked meat were swept away, the disciples were full of food and food, Fan Yiweng was slowly getting full, so he threw down his money and amid the shopkeeper's greeting, the group walked out of the restaurant's door.

Some of the disciples were too full and inadvertently touched their round belly. The whole body felt comfortable. They couldn't help but feel lazy after drinking and eating, and the alcoholic feeling naturally surged up.

It is the time to be the most relaxed in the alert.

Suddenly, the opposite side shouted, "Take it!"

Wow, more than a dozen powerful arrows suddenly shot out from the opposite side, with an amazing speed!

Fan Yiweng glared at him, a slight blush of breath flashed across his face, and he shouted loudly, "So brave!"

His head gently swung, and the long white beard under his jaw danced like a whip. He slapped out his iron palm and swept away several arrows.

The disciples were also shocked and pulled out long swords, making it almost impossible to splash water into it. Where can an arrow hurt them?

Just as everyone was attracted by a few arrows, the vendor suddenly sprinkled the sky with quicklime from the package, and it poured all over the body.

The quicklime encountered the rain and sizzled out the heat and fell into the eyes. It burned so hard that my eyes were so painful that I couldn't open my eyes. Several people were immediately hit.

At this time, seven or eight people who didn't know were hiding there, including those who used swords, those who used swords, and those who used spears. They came in a mess and poked and stabbed several people. At that time, one of the disciples was killed.

These seven or eight people are not weak in their hands, not inferior to these young disciples. It is said that there is no problem to deal with it, but Fan Yiweng refused!

These disciples were all his relatives. When he saw the messy mobs chopping and chopping them up without blinking, his eyes suddenly turned red. If it weren't for the hand-held steel rod that was not in his hand, he would have wished that one of them would be beaten into mud!

Even so, his iron palm swept out one after another, and his strength was amazing. Anyone who was slapped with him would have broken bones and broken bones and spurted out an old blood... This is the difference between a C-level strongman and a E-level strongman, which is not of the same level at all.

Just as Fan Yiweng was showing his might, he suddenly felt a chill behind him, and his hair stood up. He felt that the faint sharp blade behind him had almost slashed on his body. He quickly unfolded his body, jumped into the air, and turned several times in succession, and it was already widening from afar...

He pulled his posture and looked back, but it turned out to be one of the young people who had been drinking beside the restaurant before.

Wang Lin held the sword in his hand and slashed it. He used a set of Quanzhen sword techniques in his hand, which had already gained some divine essence. The sword's momentum was simple and heavy, but its power should not be underestimated.

"It turns out to be the calves' nose of the Quanzhen Sect!"

Fan Yiweng shouted angrily, stepped on his feet, waved his long beard and hit him.

His eyes swept with the flow, and seeing Mi Liancheng sitting upright on the table, looking at the gang here with great pleasure, he felt relieved and couldn't help but wonder, where is the other boy?

Although he was confused, there was no weak force on his hands. His long beard swept, thrust, and his strength was heavy. When the wind swept through his palm, Wang Lin felt heavy in his heart and could hardly breathe.

Fan Yiweng's long beard under his jaw swept across Wang Lin's sword spine several times, shaking his palms numb and complaining.

Just as Fan Yiweng showed his strength and he was more forceful to hit Wang Lin.

A dagger suddenly stabbed behind him. The dagger was just right, making Fan Yiweng unable to hold back his power. He barely turned around. Another dagger cut a fierce, ferocious wound and flesh rolled up. Even the blood was slightly black, and it turned out to be a poisonous dagger!

"What a vicious junior!"

Fan Yiweng was angry, and swung his long beard and rolled up a long sword from the body of a disciple who was lying on the ground. The sword light danced into a training game, and his every move had already suppressed the two of them firmly at a disadvantage.

"I must ask you to wait and see that the power of my lord in the valley of Jueqing is not something you can offend when you wait for a little girl."

As soon as the words fell, the disciple of Jueqing Valley, who had a blood-cold forehead, forgot to beware of Mi Liancheng's eyes. Mi Liancheng was scooped out, and he aimed at it with a "bang" and then released it!

When the gun continued, it was not a brass bullet, but a full cylinder of iron sand.

The iron sand was scattered and it was only within ten meters of power. If it was a little further away, it would be useless, but it was just right.

After the pungent smoke of black gunpowder passed, Wang Lin and Huang Ge jumped and dispersed. They also got hit by a few iron sand and looked at Mi Liancheng with grinning.
Chapter completed!