Chapter 4 Wang Heng

The sunset sect has a long history and is the longest-lived sect among the twelve sects in the Yanluo Mountains.

As an ancient sect, its structure has not changed thousands of years ago.

The head of a door is the suzerain, who leads the whole gate of the sunset. Once a word comes out, there is no doubt that it is almost like the emperor of the world.

Under the suzerain are the three elders, the elders of merit, the precepts, and the elders of punishment. The three elders are in charge of their respective duties and have great power.

Under the elders are the five guardians. These five guardians are responsible for specific affairs and teaching disciples kung fu and so on. Most of the five guardians are the best among the second generation of disciples, and both conduct and kung fu are the best.

Late autumn, on the day of the winter solstice, 4:00 a.m.

The strong wind swept the whole mountain gate, and suddenly reverberated on the top of the mountain.

Wu Pengwei looked at the gray sky, shrank his body, took a broom to clean up the dead leaves in the square. At this time, there were mostly no people in the square. This year's winter solstice came a little early, and the weather was extremely cold. In addition, because he stayed up late yesterday to understand the remnants of the sky, Wu Pengwei felt a little coldness.

"Yawn."

He sneezed and had a runny nose.

Looking at the desolate sky, he brushed his thin clothes. Wu Pengwei felt that it was time to buy some winter clothes. There was only one box in the bag he brought from the face of danger and a book about the puppet beast, and there was no cotton-padded clothes.

Wu Pengwei shivered and continued to sweep the fallen leaves on the ground, thinking about the cotton-padded jacket that should be lined by the supervisor of the Miscellaneous Department. At this moment, a hand reached in front of him, holding a thick cotton-padded coat in his hand.

"Take it and put it on. Don't freeze it."

Wu Pengwei raised his head in surprise and saw a young man with a beautiful face, about seventeen or eight years old, with a bright smile on his face.

He was stunned for a moment, but the young man put his clothes on his hand, then patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's cold. Don't freeze. I'm also a poor and handyman. I know your hard work. When you clean it up, just find a clean stone and put it on."

The young man smiled, then walked to the square and began to practice martial arts.

Wu Peng looked forward to the clothes in his hand and felt a slight warmth in his heart.

The strong wind roared, and the young man kept waving his fists in the wind. The green glow lingered on it. The young man kept shouting loudly, and his body flew up and down in the square.

He practiced so hard that three people came to the square without noticing it.

"Oh, isn't this our 'first master of the wood system' Wang Hengwang's genius?"

The thin young man was shocked when he heard this. He stopped the action in his hand, turned his head and shouted, "Brother Qiu."

The man called "Brother Qiu" was full of yellow hair, tall and broad, and a domineering air on his face flew out. He glanced at the thin young man in front of him and wink at the two people beside him.

The two people next to him are tall and short, and they both have a cross-faced face. They don't look like good-faced people. The tall man first understood the boss's look, walked over and smiled at Wang Heng and said, "Oh, Wang Datian, you have been practicing hard here so early. Let me think about it. By the way, what you just used is not a humanoid wood system. Aoji's 'moked palm'? It's good, just like an epilepsy.

After saying that, the three of them laughed.

A trace of anger flashed on the thin young man's face, and his fists were tightly clenched. He wanted to attack, but he endured it.

"Three brothers, if you have nothing else to do, please go somewhere else. I just want to continue to practice martial arts."

Wang Heng lowered his head and said coldly.

At this time, the fat man took another step closer and said with a joking smile, "What's the matter? You still need to practice the martial arts of epilepsy. If it goes on like this, you will be as virtuous as your epilepsy master."

"No, don't insult my master."

Wang Heng suddenly raised his head, and his beautiful face was full of anger.

The fat man was a little surprised, but soon came to his senses and said with a ferocious smile, "What's the matter? Do you want to do it, Wang Datian?" I think you have forgotten your identity. I really think it's a genius. Come on, let me see how powerful your 'moked palm' is.

The fat man rolled up his sleeves and posed.

Wang Heng looked at the other party, his eyes were full of anger, but he was still restraining desperately, and his clenched fists couldn't help trembling slightly.

"What? Are you afraid?"

The fat man raised his head and looked at the two people behind him. The tall man laughed. The laughter was full of night, while the yellow-haired young man who first provoked held his arms and looked at Wang Heng with a sneer, and his eyes were full of strong contempt.

Wang Heng suddenly felt that there seemed to be a fire burning in his heart. He couldn't help it. He roared in a low voice. The light of green qi and blood all over his body lingered into silk in his hand. His palms were one left and one right. He pinched a synthetic knife and split it towards the fat man.

The fat man smiled strangely, and his palms gathered into a synthetic fist. Layers of blue and gray light gathered on the fist, superimposed layer by layer, and then hit Wang Heng.

The two of them touched each other, but soon hit in the other place.

Wu Pengwei stood not far away and watched coldly. Judging from the scene, it seemed that the two of them met their opponents, and their strength was equal.

But Wu Pengwei knows that Wang Heng is not a fat man's opponent.

The strength of these two people is indeed the same. They are the first level of the first level of the junior warriors, and from the perspective of the five elements, the wooden skills also have the role of restraining the local skills. Although it is not absolute, it can also play some effect.

However, through Wu Pengwei's feedback to the analysis of martial arts in his mind, Wang Heng is obviously not proficient in wooden martial arts. He has not been familiar with many details, so that it is often difficult to exert the best power when using it. On the contrary, the fat man's earth-based techniques are extremely exquisite, although it is just the best of human characters. Martial arts, but the power was completely exerted, and gradually suppressed Wang Heng.

They are also the best martial arts, but Wu Pengwei found that the techniques of the sunset sect are one level higher than the martial arts he learned in the critical family. The seemingly best martial arts are even as powerful as Wu's mysterious skills, and even slightly exceeded.

"Alas, if there are no three moves, I'm afraid that Wang Heng will be defeated."

Wu Pengwei sighed secretly, and the accurate analysis and calculation had already obtained the final result.

Sure enough, after three moves, Wang Heng slapped the fat man on the chest and flew backwards.

The ending was not unexpected. The fat man immediately laughed and turned back to the yellow-haired young man and said, "Brother Qiu, you're right. This boy is a crooked bastard. His crazy master really didn't pass on his kung fu well, and half of the power of the 'moked palm' was not exerted."

The three of them laughed loudly. It seemed that Wang Heng, who was lying on the ground covered with fallen leaves, was the best joke.

But at this moment, Wang Heng, who was lying on the ground, suddenly moved, and then got up very quickly. He wiped a faint blood stain oozing from the corners of his mouth, and then roared and rushed to the fat man.

The fat man would pay attention to him. The blue-gray light on his palms was blazing, and Wang Heng was blown out a few times.

Wang Heng, who was lying on the ground, got up very quickly and roared with his red eyes. The fat man was shocked to see that he looked crazy. He slowed down in his hand and was hugged by Wang Heng, and the two fell to the ground at the same time.

At this time, Wang Heng showed his talent for street fighting. He hugged the fat man, kept kicking him with his feet, smashing him with his fists, and even biting him with his teeth.

Obviously, the fat man did not have such a fighting experience. He was caught off guard and tortured quite awkwardly, and he had no strength to fight at all.

Just when the fat man was about to be unable to hold on, the yellow-haired young man beside him flew over with a cold face, and Wang Heng, who was pressing on the fat man, immediately flew out and fell to the ground, leaving a blood stain.

"Bitch, do you think this is a street shrew fight? It's a loss in the face of our sect."

The yellow-haired young man looked at Wang Heng, who was curled up on the ground, with a blank face.

Wang Heng curled up tightly. The strength of the other party's foot almost stirred up his intestines. Even his teeth fell off a few times when he landed, but he laughed and got up from the ground and said crazily, "How? If you have the ability to do one-on-one, I can't believe that as a character in the 'Suns Day Five Ying', you are just a bird who bullies the least with more.

The yellow-haired young man suddenly changed color, and the tall young man beside him scolded angrily and raised his fist to smash it.

A broom suddenly stopped in front of the tall young man, just blocking his way forward.

"Damn it, you are looking for death."

The tall young man looked at Wu Pengwei, who was holding a broom in front of him, with an angry face.

Wu Pengwei looked up at him, smiled lightly and said, "You can beat him easily now, but it's not good to see the punishment elder."

After saying that, he pouted in the direction of the left.

The tall young man turned his head and saw that the unique black robe of the elder punishment in the distance was extremely dazzling. He immediately hesitated. The punishment elder is the existence of the sunset sect second only to the master, and there is a rule in the door that there is no fight between the master brothers. If it happens, each person can strike fifty.

If the punishment elders see the situation here, it is necessary to have a board.

"Forget it, let this madman go. Let's go."

The yellow-haired young man shouted coldly, and the fat and tall young man immediately ran away with the imperial edict.

It's just that the yellow-haired young man glanced at Wu Pengwei when he left, which was meaningful.

Wu Pengwei didn't bother to care about this. He put down the broom in his hand, helped Wang Heng up, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his clothes, and asked, "Are you all right?"

Wang Heng smiled miserably, and his answer was quite tough.

"It's okay, skin injury, just a minor injury."

Wu Pengwei looked at the blood foam in his mouth and lost a few more teeth. His clothes were messy, and the exposed skin rubbed a lot. The blood was colorful, but he looked a little afraid. He helped him stand up, stuffed his previous clothes into his arms, and then picked up the broom on the ground and took his arm. He said, "This is not the place to talk. Change to another place to clean up your wound first."

Then he pulled him away in a hurry.