Chapter 45 Conspiracy

The man in blue who turned around glanced at Han Feng and others casually, and then turned his head to look at it. I didn't know if he could see them clearly.

Han Feng saw clearly the appearance of the man in blue. He was of medium height and had a big belly on his fat body like a blown ball, which made the clothes in front of him collapse. I don't know how much grease was in it. A pair of small eyes are embedded in a big fat face like two shining glass balls, turning bonyly, but he has to pretend to be a great state on Han Feng and others, just like a monkey stealing the robe of singing, which is inconsistent with his usual temperament and gives people a funny feeling.

The beard took a few steps and bowed and said, "Master Hu has always been good. Wang Dazhuang has a courtesy here." As he spoke, he handed over the prepared gift box with both hands. The reckless man came over and weighed it.

The funny fat Master Hu nodded his fat chin and said, "It seems that your trip is going well."

He smiled and said, "Thank you, Master Hu, although I have encountered some trouble this trip, I was shocked. Fortunately, I came back safely and did not delay the major events of the martial arts academy." Of course, the Wuyuan he mentioned refers to the Xiling Wuyuan.

Master Hu didn't ask what had happened. How can the life and death of these little people be put in his heart? He said, "You unloaded the goods in the warehouse in Dongcheng and explained that you went back to the account room to get the money this time."

The beard was a little strange, and I couldn't help asking, "Isn't the goods unloaded at the city lord's mansion every time? Why has there been a change this time?

The reckless man shouted coldly, "How can a subordinate know about the lord of the city? What does it take?"

He didn't dare to ask again. Several people retreated, and the fat Master Hu snorted softly and knew it.

Wating for Han Feng and several people to disappear at the corner of the gallery, the fat man in blue suddenly walked to the other end of the gallery, and his rolling body looked like a big ball.

Through a few entrances of the house, open the curtain and enter an elegant house in the northwest corner. He reported in a low voice, and a voice sounded and walked in.

The house was divided into several rooms, and facing the house was a screen painted with flowers and birds. The fat Master Hu did not walk in. He stood through the screen and whispered, "Master, it's done as you ordered." The gentleness and obedity in the voice is more than that reckless man, but it is still the reserved and arrogant general manager in blue.

A low hum came from the screen. The fat Master Hu continued: "These people have been arranged in the warehouse in Dongcheng, and things should be foolproof."

A cold hum continued in the screen. The fat Master Hu raised his hand and wiped the fine sweat on his head with his blue clothes, and a gloomy smile appeared on his face: "But don't worry, I've already investigated it. They are all ordinary people. The masters arranged are from the outside. When things are done... I promise nothing wrong..."

There has been no echo after the screen for a long time, as if thinking, and then whispered. The fat Master Hu wiped the sweat on his forehead again and said cautiously and respectfully, "The villain retreated." The fat body rolled out of the house silently...

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The seventh day of September.

Two days before the official competition of the four martial arts institutes, many people came one after another in Wuhuang City. The three martial arts institutes of Qingcheng, Shenlong and Baiyun have come to Wuhuang City and are preparing for the start of the competition the day after tomorrow. The martial arts competition of the four martial arts institutes was a grand event of the Xuanhuang Dynasty. Ordinary people watching the bustle, martial arts people who studied and other people poured into the unparalleled city. The flow of people in the Wushuang City suddenly increased a lot. People in the martial arts with swords can be seen walking on the street everywhere. Disputes occur from time to time. In order to prevent riots, Xiling Wuyuan, the owner of Wuhuang City, also sent many disciples to patrol the city.

But these have nothing to do with Uncle Ma. They are just ordinary people. Of course, the farther away from those fights and kills, the better. At this moment, they are immersed in happiness. Because this sale made them a lot of money. The fat Master Hu did not keep his promise. After they transported the goods for the martial arts to the warehouse in Dongcheng, they got a large amount of money. After a happy banquet, a group of long-tired men fell asleep. The wine power of Chunyang old wine makes them miss their wives and children in their dreams.

The seventh day of the first lunar month is the first half of September, and the sickle-sized crescent has long disappeared. The lights of thousands of families went out one by one, and the dark night covered the whole unparalleled city. Wushuang Inn is located in a remote area, and night patrol people rarely visit here. Only the green fireflies that flash from time to time are flying irregularly.

Han Feng did not sleep. Although Rudou's light had been extinguished, he still sat cross-legged ** to practice. Along the way, no matter what the circumstances were, he never gave up his practice. About an hour, he slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a turbid breath, held it gently in his hand, feeling the recovery of vitality in his body, and a wisp of curvature appeared on the upper corners of his mouth. Since the Yuanzhu entered the body, Han Feng's current cultivation speed is thousands of miles a day. The absorption of the power of heaven and earth can be called horror, and the blood of the red flame golden beast is about to be absorbed by him. It should have reached the peak of refining, right?" Han Feng thought to himself. I don't know what the effect will be if it is matched with Xingtian. There was a trace of hot expectation in his eyes, "Well, you should find a place to try..."

"It's time to leave." He whispered to himself. Because these men are leaving tomorrow and go back to the place where they came. The martial arts competition has nothing to do with them. Suddenly, his eyes showed a fierce light, his mind moved, and his body disappeared from the same place.

Several dark shadows on the roof of the inn are squirming like snakes. If they are not masters, they will not be able to find their figures hidden in the shadow of the night tree.

"That's it." A dark shadow in front made a gesture, and several figures in the back suddenly stopped. One of them lay his head on the roof tiles, looked up at the others, made a vague gesture, and several people in black floated down. Pounce on Uncle Ma's room where they live...

A faint blue smoke floated into the house, and the drunken men slept even more. The closed door opened silently, and several people in black tightened the dagger in their hands and wanted to rush in.

Hi! I don't know who shouted. Who the fuck is talking? The leading man in black shouted in a low voice. Several people in black looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Let's go."

"Who the mother took a picture of me?" The leader scolded. Several people looked at it and shook their heads again.

A chill came from the soles of the feet, and several people's hairs stood up. Brother, is there a ghost?" One of the men in black asked in a trembling voice. Don't talk nonsense. How many people did I kill? There are no ghosts. If there are ghosts, I will kill him. The leading man in black said fiercely.

Several people turned around and were about to walk in. A gust of wind blew, and the closed door suddenly closed with a bang. Several people's heads touched each other, and Venus appeared in front of them.

"Who is it?" The leader shouted in a low voice.

"Meat man." A voice came in the dark.

Several people turned around and looked. Less than half a meter behind them, a vague figure was hidden in the night, and their snow-white teeth were bright. It could be seen that the man was smiling.

"You." The leading man in black was smart. He suddenly turned around, twisted, and leaped out like a civet cat. The bright dagger in his hand flashed a cold light in the night and stabbed straight at the man. But as soon as his body moved, he suddenly exclaimed, because he found that his body did not listen to his command and was frozen there and could not move. Several other people looked at the ghost-like figure, and their hearts were extremely horrible. Especially when they saw that the boss with the highest martial arts skills among them had not made a move, they did not move. There was no fighting spirit. They wanted to slip out, but their left leg had just stepped out, but their right leg could not keep up, and then their bodies lost their balance. , ploped several times and fell in place one after another.

"Let's go." A strange voice came. The blurred figure did not look at the situation and turned around and floated out. Several people in black suddenly found that they could move and stood up in surprise. But they immediately fell into extreme panic again, because they found that their legs were not listening to the command of their brains. An unresistible force bound his legs and jumped out with the blurred figure, like a zombie.

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