Chapter 15 Sneak Attack

Without the trace of Xing Tianwu, Wu Pengwei could only turn back.

It snowed on the road again. The words that were going to eat and drink must have remembered something. He mysteriously said goodbye to Wu Pengwei, and then disappeared.

When entering the post hall, there was a carriage parked outside the door. The carriage was pulled by four tall horses. The style looked extremely luxurious, especially on the side of the body, and a sign of sword crossing was also branded.

Wu Pengwei's heart moved. He remembered that this seemed to be the symbol of the martial arts alliance. Unexpectedly, since the Wuwang Competition, the martial arts alliance, which has been still unable to sit still, rushed to find himself. Is it to pull in or have other intentions?

A series of questions flashed through Wu Pengwei's mind, and there was a response in his mind.

Entering the courtyard, Wang Heng rushed over from afar and lowered his voice to Wu Pengwei and said, "Someone from the Martial Arts Alliance came to you and said that it was an old friend."

"The old man?"

Wu Pengwei couldn't remember his old friend in the martial arts alliance for a moment. Now he is participating in the examination as Wu Wei, the sunset sect, and his appearance has changed a lot from half a year ago, especially his temperament. No one should recognize him.

Wang Heng took a look at Wu Pengwei and said, "Well, the elder, it seems to be a woman."

"Female?" A woman appeared in Wu Pengwei's mind, thinking that it would not be such a coincidence.

He walked into the inner courtyard and found that there was a beautiful back standing in the renovated purple bamboo forest. The white robe was hunting in the wind, outlining the almost perfect curve of the woman.

Wu Pengwei held his fist and asked loudly, "Wu Wei, who is the deceased of the martial arts alliance?"

The white figure turned around, revealing a gorgeous and graceful face, and said with a smile, "Can't you recognize me?"

Looking at the gorgeous and graceful face, Wu Pengwei's mind was suddenly pulled back to more than half a year ago. In the earth-shaking human and snake war, it was also thanks to that Wu Pengwei got the "blue water dragon blade", was involved in the battle between the knife, lion and the scorpion tail, and finally left in danger.

It's just that he is more calm and introverted than before. Instead of admitting him, he showed a doubtful expression and asked in a low voice, "Who are you? Forgive me for my clumsiness, I don't seem to know you.

The young woman hesitated for a moment. When she looked carefully at Wu Pengwei's face, she found that there was a big difference between the teenager in front of her and the little guy in danger in her memory.

This kind of difference is not morphological. To be precise, the outline of the face is very similar to that half a year ago, but there has been a big change in height. At the beginning, the teenager's head was slightly lower, but now he is flat with himself or even more than half of his head. Most importantly, the teenager's temperament has changed amazingly.

His expression seemed to be as quiet as water, and his eyes were deep and far away, and the light contained in it was incomprehensible, just like facing an ocean, as if he would not be surprised to change no matter what happened in front of him.

Such a restrained and quiet temperament is quite terrible. In the memory of the young woman, only a few masters in the martial arts alliance can have such a temperament, which is based on strong strength and self-confidence honed in continuous life-and-death fighting.

It's just that those people are all giant heroes without exception. They can be said to be the peak in the martial arts world in the south of the Yangtze River. Neither their strength nor their age can be compared with the teenagers in front of them.

But why did he have such an indifferent look on his face?

Although there was a doubt in her heart, the young woman still politely replied, "It seems that I have recognized the wrong person. I am the deputy steward of the gray eagle under the left of the Martial Arts Alliance. This time I came here because I mistakenly thought you were my old friends. Unexpectedly, I recognized the wrong person."

After saying that, she smiled like a spring breeze, which made people feel confused.

Wu Pengwei also smiled and made a gesture to invite: "It's windy outside. Please enter the house for a chat."

Fang Ling saw Wu Pengwei turn around and suddenly shouted, "Wu Pengwei."

However, the expected scene did not appear. The teenager's back did not even appear for a pause, but went straight into the room.

Fang Ling frowned and whispered, "Is it true that I have the wrong person?"

The two entered the house and exchanged for a moment. Fang Ling also euphemized the intention of the Martial Arts Alliance to recruit Wu Pengwei. However, Wu Pengwei agreed to wait for the end of the Wuwang Competition before discussing it. He had a wording in his mind for a long time, and he refused.

Not long after, Fang Ling got up and left.

Seeing the outstanding figure of the young woman disappear outside the door, Wu Pengwei sighed softly. The meeting of the old friend was supposed to be a festive and relaxed atmosphere, but because of the maturity of his mood and some other reasons, it made this meeting very depressing.

But these are also necessary. Once he enters the finals and defeats the Wu Kuangxing, he will leave quickly when he sees Mr. Shuijing, the first strange person in the world, and gets the whereabouts of the "Nightmare God Mountain". Whether it is the pursuit of "Dark Chen" and the inextricable relationship between the creator, he will not be able to easily be in a certain place. Fang stopped.

But before that, he still needs to do a very important thing, which is the core link of a major plan in his mind.

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Fang Ling went out of the door and walked into the carriage. The driver picked up the horse and went far away.

In the car, Fang Ling sat on the seat made of crocodile leather and sighed softly.

"What's wrong? Sister Ling, won't that boy give you face?"

A slightly hoarse girl's voice sounded. Opposite Fang Ling, Yan Fengjiao, who was sitting on the "Luo Tian School", had not left Wuwang City since she was defeated by Xing Tianwu. First, she was waiting for the result of the Wuwang Competition, and second, she was waiting for the whereabouts of Wu Pengwei, who killed her brother in the sect.

Unfortunately, the guy named Wu Pengwei did not find this person in the Yanluo Twelve Sects.

The only one with a similar name is Wu Wei of the sunset, but this person is currently very popular in the Wuwang Competition. He is already a big favorite to win the competition, and his identity is obscure and difficult to verify. Yan Fengjiao is not a blind person. Naturally, she knows that some things can't be rushed.

Fang Ling smiled, stroked the hair on his forehead, and shook his head slightly: "It's not to give face, but he is not the old friend I imagined, which is a little beyond my expectation."

"The old friend? I heard that that guy is less than eighteen years old. How can he be your old friend, Sister Ling? Yan Fengjiao is also a little curious.

Fang Ling and Yan Fengjiao have a good personal relationship. She likes this girl who is similar to her very much, so she did not hide it from her: "When I went to the East China Sea in Danger City last year, I once stayed in a small local family for a few days. There was a little guy named Wu Pengwei in that family, and now Wu Wei looks very similar, hehe, but I still recognize the wrong person.

"Wu Pengwei?" Yan Feng opened her eyes and couldn't control her emotions, so she blurted out.

Fang Ling looked at her doubtfully and asked, "What's wrong? Don't you know that you are not familiar with the sunset?

"No, nothing." Yan Fengjiao smiled and lowered her head, so that the shock would not come out of her eyes. It was just a pair of pink fists clenched tightly, and the knuckles were whitened by the force.

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At dusk, it was very dark early, and the crescent moon hung with willow shoots.

Wu Pengwei came out of the Zizhu Post Hall and went to the west of the city alone.

He doesn't look fast when he walks. In fact, one step is often equal to the distance of three to four steps of a normal person, just like moving like clouds and flowing water. Inadvertently, he has been far away.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and Wu Pengwei's special pedestrians walk on the rare path, so it does not attract too many people's glances.

In a blink of an eye, it was a remote alley. Wu Pengwei suddenly accelerated his pace and turned around and folded in.

Not long after he went in, a petite figure covered with black clothes appeared and looked around in the alley. As a result, he found that he had lost the trace of Wu Pengwei out of thin air. He was very surprised that the end of the alley was a dead corner, and there was no room to hide.

"Daw! Where the hell did he go?

The petite figure cursed, and a clear and indifferent voice sounded behind him.

"Your Excellency followed me all the way. What on earth is it for?"

The petite figure suddenly turned around and found that Wu Pengwei was standing behind him incredibly. He didn't know where he was hiding, but he was not found by himself.

"For what?" The petite figure snorted coldly, clenched the long sword in his hand, and asked in a low voice, "Let me ask you, is your name Wu Pengwei, from danger?"

Wu Pengwei's heart moved, but he said, "I'm Wu Wei of the sunset sect, not the Wu Pengwei you said in danger. I'm afraid you have recognized the wrong person."

"Well, thanks to you, you are still the finalist of the Wuwang Competition, you are so scared that you dare not admit it. Well, let me ask you again, have you killed a disciple named Yan He of 'Luo Tianpai'?"

"Yan He? Who is that?" Wu Pengwei felt very strange why a guy suddenly came out in the middle of the night and forced him to ask if he had killed a person he had never heard of. In his memory, except for revenge for Aoki and the battle in the post hall of Lihezong, he seemed to have never killed anyone.

Is it a person from Lihezong?

A trace of suspicion flashed in Wu Pengwei's eyes. This trace of suspicion was clearly captured by the petite figure. She suddenly thought that this was Wu Pengwei's expression of guiltyness. She immediately shouted in a low voice, pulled out the soul blade from her hand, and stabbed it with a sword.

The golden light on the sword.

She knew that Wu Pengwei was smart and must be above her, but the alley was so narrow that only one person could turn around. Therefore, she sent out the sword in advance, hoping that this sword could be preemptive and catch him off guard. She turned to the initiative and seize the advantage.

It's a pity that she completely miscalculated Wu Pengwei's adaptability now.

Today, Wu Pengwei has not only entered the eighth level of the martial soul, but also has a surprisingly high vision. After the competition with the proud sons of various sects, his ability to understand martial arts has already reached a big level.

In almost less than an instantaneous moment, Wu Pengwei had seen the flaw of her stabbing sword. He didn't even take the "dragon blade" in his sleeve. He directly bloomed a fire with his left hand and cut it in at an incredible angle.

The fire melted gold, and the dazzling golden light met the blazing fire and melted one after another.

Wu Pengwei's left hand immediately cut on the right wrist of the other party's sword. The other party was in pain, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground.

Followed by Wu Pengwei, another "angry wave chopping" hit his chest.

"Ah"

The other party screamed and fell to the ground, but what surprised Wu Pengwei was that he felt soft when he hit the other party on the chest.

What's going on?

(In the words of an enthusiastic reader in the book review area, I use Yan Fengjiao on purpose. A novel may be too boring to fight and kill. I deliberately use some characters who may be renamed in our lives to make some playful jokes for everyone. In addition to reading books, I can think of some gossip in reality, which may change instead. It has become a kind of cold humor, I'm sorry)