This is a man wearing brocade clothes and a slender figure. His handsome face and deep eyes can intoxicate thousands of girls.

The man first glanced at the naked woman in the pool of blood, then rushed straight to the carriage, searched for nothing, followed the battle trail and found Shi Biao. Seeing Shi Biao's crotch being cut open, the man suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"My Shi Family Palm! My Shi Family Palm! Who is it? Who is it? Who is it that ruins my good deeds!"

The man was furious on his back, his eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was sad and angry and painful.

In order to do this, he did not hesitate to offer his beloved wife. What did he get in the end? What did he get?

"ah!"

The man roared wildly, his long hair curled upside down, shocking the birds in the forest to flee in the panic.

Carrying Shi Biao's body, the man came step by step to the dead woman.

His beautiful face, white skin, and graceful figure were all things he had been obsessed with.

Yesterday's sounds and expressions remain the same, but now the fragrance has disappeared.

"Yuxi, I'm sorry!"

The man knelt down in front of the woman with a loud "bang", tears in his eyes, and he trembled with his hands and gently wiped the soil on the woman's face.

The eyes moved down, and the thick palm slowly walked past the place with elasticity, and the eyes with mist were frozen in the charming area.

Messy! Rewind! Spotted solid liquid!

What a harsh picture!

"ah!"

The man grabbed the woman with one hand and penetrated her chest deeply with the other hand. He pulled her out with both hands, and suddenly the flesh and blood flew everywhere, which was a terrible sight.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The man looked crazy, his blood-red hands were like a sharp iron claw and tirelessly, and pieces of flesh and blood were rising, and the meaningful woods seemed to be a blood rain.

...

Feng Yun pulled the cart and quickly returned to the morgue, and his mind quickly fell into his mind.

Kill Shi Biao to reward potential of 60 points, plus enough leftovers of Tan Le were upgraded.

Silently recite to receive the task!

Silently upgrade!

The blood groove behind Wu Xuetan's legs began to grow slowly, and the potential of 100 points was consumed to stop when it was 20 points.

Feng Yun [Jianghu Xiaoshang]

The martial arts skills are not enough, so it seems that they are not easy to take action.

Potential: 20

Martial arts: Tiger Fist (perfect), Four-door Knife (perfect), Iron Clothing Shirt (prepared), Tan Leg (perfect).

The Tiger Fist is perfect!

The four-door knife technique is perfect!

Tan’s legs are perfect!

Finally, we can leave the novice village!

After getting familiar with Tan Le's hand, Feng Yun took out the "Shijia Palm" and looked at it. From his current vision, the Shijia Palm is almost the same as the Tiger Fist. Upgrading to perfection does not increase much for his strength. The only purpose is to broaden his horizons and build a foundation for future practice of palm techniques.

Feng Yun lacks potential, and he also needs to prepare for upgrading the iron cloth shirt, so Feng Yun does not plan to upgrade to the "Shijia Palm" now, etc., and he thinks carefully after he has time. Martial arts do not necessarily have to be upgraded with potential, and his understanding is also good.

Tan's legs were perfect and his strength increased. Feng Yun was happy. He found a small restaurant and asked for a few kilograms of beef and a pot of special "Qingquan" wine in the county town, which was quite like Qiao Feng drinking in Songhe Tower.

"Oh! My brother is envious of this little life!"

"No matter how good it is, your wife and children are not as comfortable as the warm kang!" He glanced at the visitor and Feng Yun got another bowl of wine: "Old Huang, come and have a drink with me!"

Old Huang Dama Jindao sat opposite Feng Yun without hesitation and picked up the wine bowl and drank it all, sipped the wine stains on the corner of his mouth: "I think about it, but you can't do it!"

"Why did someone die again?"

Lao Huang's search for him at this time must be related to the dead. Feng Yun's first thought was Shi Biao outside the city.

"A prisoner died in the prison. Liu Hong asked you to clean up!" Old Huang said as he picked up a few pieces of beef and filled with a bowl of wine, his mouth full.

"Prison!" Feng Yun frowned. It was too common for people to die in that place, but it was the first time he had encountered it since he took over Lao Wei.

"Okay, go quickly. It's too late, Liu Hong, the dog thief, is going to curse again!" Old Huang pulled the beef and wine pot in front of him without any hesitation and urged Feng Yun to leave.

After leaving the restaurant, Feng Yun first went to the morgue to get the small blue and white porcelain vase that Mr. Wang gave to him, and then he took the cart to the prison.

To be honest, I am quite vigilant about Feng Yun, the man Wang Yuanwai.

Feng Yun still remembers the terrifying moment of that day.

Although Wang Yuanwai looks very ordinary, people should not behave like a person, and they have never really competed with Wang Yuanwai. Who can guarantee that Wang Yuanwai is an insect or a dragon?

This is not a game, and there is no level display on top of Mr. Wang's head, everything needs Feng Yun's own judgment.

Perhaps it was the first boss I met after traveling through time. Wang Yuanwai always gave Feng Yun the feeling that he was confused and not very real.

I just hope everything goes well!

Sighing, Feng Yun took a trolley to the prison and showed his waist sign before he was released.

Feng Yun came to prison, and it was dark and humid, and it was impossible for ordinary people to stay. Feng Yun turned a corner and saw a man in constable costume standing outside a cell at the end of the aisle. The light was dim and he couldn't see his appearance clearly.

The man seemed to be talking to the person in the cell, and Feng Yun didn't care. After walking a few steps, he saw that the man seemed to be punched by the person inside, lying on his back on the ground, and he didn't get up for a while.

Who is in the prison? He dares to beat the constable. Isn’t this seeking death?

Confused in his heart, Feng Yun walked up quickly, and the person lying on the ground was his acquaintance Huang Yuan.

"Are you okay?" Feng Yun quickly stepped forward and helped Huang Yuan up and asked with concern. When Feng Yun came to the yamen on the first day, he was this person who brought him everything he knew, but he had no conversation with him after many trivial matters.

"It's okay!" Huang Yuan rubbed his arms and looked inside the prison, clenched his left hand tightly, squeezed out a smile and asked, "Why are you coming in?"

"I'll deal with it when someone dies in prison!"

"Oh!" Huang Yuan nodded, "Then you are busy, I'll leave first!"

When Huang Yuan left, Feng Yun looked up at the door number "Ding Chou" above the door, and then focused on the prisoner inside.

With a skeleton and a skeleton standing, and a white hair drooping shoulders, this is a completely tragic old man.

Huang Yuan was a strong person after all, but he was beaten by an elderly man so that he couldn't get up on the ground for a long time?

There was also Huang Yuan's left hand that tightly clenched before leaving. Feng Yun could see clearly that it was a blue and white porcelain vase the size of a thumb, the same as the one given by Wang Yuanwai.

Could it be that Wang Yuanwai asked him and Huang Yuan to do the same thing at the same time?

The more I thought about it, the more confused I felt, and at this moment, the old man spoke: "Boy, are you here to bring food to me?"

"I've eaten yet, but someone asked me to give you something!" As he said that, he reached out and exposed the blue and white porcelain vase that Mr. Wang had handed to him.

"I'm still saying no! Isn't this true?" Seeing the blue and white porcelain vase, the old man looked like a move and reached out to grab Feng Yun. The speed was so fast that Feng Yun was so shocked that he didn't even react. His left hand and the blue and white porcelain vase in his hand were caught by the old man.

"Come here!" The old man smiled, pulled his left hand hard into his arms, and slapped Feng Yun's chest with his right hand: "Eat Master!"

this?

Feng Yun never thought that the old man would be in the old man's level that he had difficulty completing the mission of King Yuanwai!

The old man took action very quickly, and Feng Yun did not hesitate at all. He used all his energy to pinch his fist with his right hand and met him hard.

"Bang!"

It was not as earth-shaking as imagined. The old man was hit by Feng Yun like a shell and hit the back wall and stopped.
Chapter completed!