Fuhaigang headquarter.

A young man from a family with a jade face, a handsome and handsome man in a brocade dress, embroidered with a Qilin auspicious beast, a dragon and phoenix jade pendant on his waist, and a golden feather crown on his head stepped into the hall.

Xiong Haipeng looked at the heroic young man in front of him and thought to himself that he was very charming.

I remembered the figure in my memory again, and some similar faces couldn't help but overlap.

Yan Nahai also looked at the middle-aged man with white hair in front of him. He only saw that he was wearing a black robe, with his long white hair inlaid from the collar to the abdomen, making the black more prominent and the white clothes more eye-catching.

A square face was full of perseverance, and a bit of domineeringness was revealed in every move.

For a moment, he couldn't help but think of his father.

The plain eyes, the ancient robes, and the majestic body were also exposed with a faint domineering spirit.

Sick and Nahai clasped his fists solemnly: "Seventh Brother!"

His father had nine disciples in his life, and Xiong Honghi ranked seventh. This was what his father told him before leaving.

The illness was extremely shocked at the time. He only knew that the left and right venerables of the Cao Gang were his father's right-hand man and his father's disciple.

I never thought about the other seven disciples. When I saw Xiong Haipeng, I was even more confused. Where were the other six people?

Xiong Haipeng also smiled heroically: "My junior brother, please sit down."

The two sat down in front of the hall, and the sick sea spoke directly and neatly: "Father asked me to clear my anger, please help from Senior Brother Seven."

Xiong Haipeng did not expect to be so straightforward when he was sick, nor did he hesitate: "Senior brother must do his best."

"What are you planning to do?"

When I heard this, I felt a little relieved when I heard Xiong Honghi’s promise.

Although he knew that this was his senior brother, he was not from the Cao Gang after all, and he didn't know whether Xiong Haipeng would cooperate with him with all his strength.

Hearing Xiong Haipeng's inquiry, he gradually slowly revealed the plan in his stomach.

After hearing the plan of illness and accepting the sea, Xiong Haipeng couldn't help but nod.

The plan sounds like no problem, but it still needs to be tried or not.

...

In the next few months, several things happened in the martial arts world in southern Hunan.

First of all, the seven major powers of Ru'an Mansion fell into a civil strife. Several masters fought against each other several times, but they were unable to find a result.

Then there was the owner of Guiyunzhuang, who had always had unparalleled benevolence and righteousness in Xiangnan. Mo Loutian, who had reached the level of a master, was assassinated and died while watching the moon at home.

Liu Yuanlong, the governor of Xiangnan, the governor of the Supervisor, was assassinated, but it was an attempt, and the killer fled calmly.

Yue Changnan, the leader of the Evil Path Hall, was assassinated and died.

In just a few months, three masters of the righteous and evil court were assassinated, and two of them died directly, causing an uproar.

The competitions of several masters in Ru'an Mansion were gradually forgotten.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the assassination of the Grandmaster.

Judging from the traces of the corpse and the information left by the killer, these three killers should not be the same person.

With the investigation of the Jianwu Department, a killer organization named Wuyin Pavilion suddenly emerged and entered the vision of the entire Hunan martial arts world.

Only then did everyone realize that the three killers who assassinated the Grandmaster were all gold medal killers from Wuyin Pavilion.

It's a bit hard to find Miss Wang transformed into the three gold medal killers.

For a moment, Wuyin Pavilion became famous.

After all, there are very few killers who can successfully assassinate the Grandmaster, let alone the courageous ones who even dare to assassinate the sanctions of the Martial Arts Division.

With fame, more and more businesses have come to the door.

There has never been a shortage of grudges and revenge in the world, and the ancient profession of killers has never been lonely.

At the same time, Wuyin Pavilion also began to absorb many casual cultivators, and evil masters became the peripheral killers.

The power continued to expand, and stalls were spread out in the remaining states.

At the same time, the business philosophy of Wuyin Pavilion gradually spread, and only people realized that they could do this?

The killer doesn’t need to be trained. If you put on a mask, anyone can be a killer.

At this time, many major forces also began to launch similar organizations as white gloves.

Still in Jinshan Temple, Wang Meng laughed: "Can Kill the Killer? Blood Clothes Tower? Wansha Pavilion? In just a few months, so many killer organizations suddenly emerged?"

Wang Yuelian sighed a little: "There is no way, just like the pattern you said is easy to imitate."

Wang Meng comforted: "In fact, it is a good thing. After all, our strength cannot support such a big air. If Wuyin Pavilion really became a huge organization spanning the thirty-six prefectures of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Great Zhou court would definitely take action, and the other major sects would also be involved."

"It's like this now. I have opened stalls in several states, recruited more than 20 gold medal killers on the outside, and even absorbed three casual cultivators into the internal management. Such a force is still within the control range."

When Wang Yuelian heard this, she could only nod. She understood that Wang Meng's concerns were not unreasonable, but she was just a little unwilling to accept it. After all, the initial goal was too grand.

However, now there is a first-class killer organization in control, and the power in his hands has indeed increased greatly.

Wang Meng suddenly thought of something and said, "By the way, Sister Yue Lian, I have recently created a set of fingering techniques and want Sister Yue Lian to ask for advice."

When Wang Yuelian heard this, she became interested. After several months, she also knew about Wang Mengronggong.

I even sighed at Wang Meng's talent and talent.

I was naturally curious when I heard Wang Meng’s fingering techniques created by himself.

"Then you come."

Upon hearing this, Wang Meng nodded and stood in the center of the backyard.

The next moment, the true energy in his body surged, and the power of heaven and earth around him condensed into a storm, gradually integrating into Wang Meng's body.

Wang Meng continued to absorb without any discomfort.

Wang Yuelian's eyes shrank and she thought to herself that this boy's Suzaku Immortal Body was getting more and more advanced, and could accommodate so many powers of heaven and earth.

Finally, Wang Meng reached his limit and immediately stretched out his finger and pointed it out at Wang Yuelian.

This finger carries a large area of ​​power of heaven and earth, which is as empty as it is not empty as it is real as it is real as it is, but it is like a dream bubble.

But it could not hide the coldness in it at all. As soon as the finger wind came out, a bitter cold wind blew up, like the biting coldness of hell.

The finger force tear the sky apart, and the endless ice and cold energy mixed together, like an ice prison, directly locking Wang Yuelian tightly.

Wang Yuelian frowned slightly and pointed it out with a gentle finger, which was underestimated.

boom!

When the two fingers touched each other, a large area of ​​energy suddenly dissipated, shaking the smoke and dust in the air, and bursting sounds continued to arise in the air.

Wang Yuelian was still sitting quietly on the stone platform, without any rippling figure.

Wang Meng suddenly stepped back several feet before stopping.

Wang Yuelian looked at Wang Meng, confused, and asked, "Are these twenty-four solar terms?"

Wang Meng nodded after hearing this: "Good eyesight. I have seen the martial arts and swordsmanship of the Grand Master Xiang Qiuge before, and the artistic conception of the twenty-four solar terms became more and more profound."

"Xiang Qiuge chose Qiuyi as a sword technique. I am not good at sword technique, so I simply turned the sword into a finger."

"At the same time, besides autumn, we can make up for the remaining three seasons of weather and create twenty-four ways of fingering."

"The one thing I just created was the Jingzhe, the twenty-four solar terms I had just created. How about it?"

Wang Yuelian nodded: "A very mysterious finger, this finger has basically reached the level of a master. If you continue to improve it, there is great potential."
Chapter completed!