Chapter 984: Arrival (Fourth Update)

In the early morning, the entire Dafeng City was still quiet.

Standing next to the two huge stone lions outside the Huiyao Hall is a young disciple, each of whom is innately perfect. With his hands on the handle of the knife, his eyes are shining brightly, making people afraid to look directly at them.

The two stood on both sides of the door, one on the left and the other on the right, imposing, like two door gods.

The bright sunshine shone on them, but it couldn't dispel the cold air on them.

The faces of the two were tense, but their hearts were relaxed.

The air was exceptionally fresh, mixed with the sound of firewood burning, which made them want to run home and have a full meal. They were already hungry after standing all night.

Even when they are hungry, they are full of energy and look good.

The two of them heard a faint sound of footsteps, and they lifted their spirits. They saw a short and thin middle-aged man who was thrown into the crowd unobtrusively coming from the street. He had a mediocre appearance and dull eyes.

The sharpness in the eyes of the two disappeared, and they smiled instead, looking at the middle-aged man who came up to him: "What's the matter, Your Excellency?"

"I've heard that Zhao Dahe, the master of Dafeng Rudder, has excellent martial arts skills. I'm here to meet you and learn in person!" The middle-aged man clasped his fists slowly.

"You—?" The two were startled: "You want to challenge the helmsman?"

"Exactly." The middle-aged man nodded slowly.

The two carefully looked at the middle-aged man, so as not to be pretended to be a pig and eat a tiger. There are many hidden masters, and there is no good fruit to neglect.

He is thin and thin, and the dark green gown is a little too big, making him even thinner. A gust of wind seems to be able to blow him away. No matter how you look at him, this middle-aged man is not a martial arts master. Just an ordinary person.

"Your Excellency, don't be joking!" A young guard shook his head and said, "Our helmsman is busy with affairs, and we really don't have time to meet other people, so let's challenge elsewhere. The Tiger Roaring Hall is good and powerful. You can try it. !"

"I'm Zheng Yanwu!" The middle-aged man cupped his fists and said.

"Zheng Yanwu?" The two were startled.

They were very familiar with this name. Zheng Tianhe's father was said to be a hidden master of the White Tiger Sect, and was over a hundred years old.

"Hehe, Your Excellency can really joke!" A young guard laughed and said, "Senior Zheng is a top expert over a hundred years old, how could he look like this, could it be that Your Excellency has changed his appearance?"

"I'm Zheng Yanwu, I'll replace it as if it's fake!" The middle-aged man said slowly, "Can't you enter the expensive rudder?"

He said and moved on.

The two young guards stepped forward hurriedly, standing side by side in front of him, blocking the way ahead, and said solemnly: "Stop, come forward, don't blame us for being rude!"

Regardless of whether he knows martial arts or not, they can't let him in without revealing his identity.

"Alas..." Zheng Yanwu shook his head, flicking his right sleeve lightly.

"Bang bang!" The two young guards seemed to be hit by a high-speed carriage, and flew straight upside down, hitting the stone lion behind them, grinning, their faces twisted into a ball.

"You are really Zheng Yanwu!" The two exclaimed in surprise.

They fell to the ground, took something out of their arms and threw it into the air.

"Bang!" A black shadow soared into the sky, and then exploded into a black cloud, lingering and lingering.

With the sound of brisk footsteps, a group of people came out of the gate and surrounded Zheng Yanwu in the blink of an eye.

Zheng Yanwu squinted his eyes for a glance, then shook his head: "There are so many people in Dafeng Rudder!"

He saw more than 30 people surrounding him tightly, all of them were masters with not weak cultivation bases, far exceeding the strength he knew.

"Who is Your Excellency?" Hu Ya shouted.

"Zheng Yanwu!"

"Are you really Senior Zheng Yanwu?" Hu Ya couldn't believe it.

They have never met Zheng Yanwu, but they feel that a person over a hundred years old has at least white beard and eyebrows, white hair and childlike face, how can he look like a middle-aged person, and his appearance does not look similar to Zheng Tianhe.

What's more, he really doesn't have the appearance of a top master in Tianwaitian, just like an ordinary person, as if a random passer-by says that he is a century-old hidden master, it's ridiculous.

Zheng Yanwu said indifferently: "There is a grievance and a debtor. I'm looking for your helmsman Zhao Dahe!"

"Senior Zheng came at an unfortunate time!" Hu Ya clasped his fists and said, "Master Zheng just went out last night. It is said that he is practicing a secret technique to deal with Senior Zheng. He will only be back tonight. If Senior Zheng wants to meet Master Master for a while, he can Please wait!"

"Did he run away?" Zheng Yanwu frowned at him.

Hu Ya shook his head: "Senior Zheng, don't worry, the rudder master dares to do what he wants, and he will never run away. Why not wait for a day, and he will naturally see the rudder master in the evening. Even if the rudder master is gone, we will still be there."

"What's the use of killing you?" Zheng Yanwu said indifferently.

In his eyes, they are really not worth mentioning, not worth doing.

What's more, he is also afraid of the Great Bright Peak, no matter how powerful he is, he has no chance of winning in the face of Great Bright Peak's revenge, only killing Zhao Dahe is revenge for killing his son, personal grievances have nothing to do with sect disputes, and Great Bright Peak has nothing to say.

"Then respectfully send Senior Zheng off." Hu Ya clasped his fists.

Zheng Yanwu said indifferently: "I will come here at night, let Zhao Dahe wash his neck clean, don't run away!"

"Yes." Hu Ya said.

Zheng Yanwu sneered, turned around, appeared at the corner of the street the next moment, and disappeared in a moment.

Everyone looked at his incomparably fast movement, with heavy faces and different thoughts.

Chu Li was staying in a small house not far from the Hu Xiaotang, quietly practicing the thirty-six forms of nourishing qi. After practicing a few times, he sat down and adjusted his breath, then got up and practiced the thirty-six forms of nourishing qi, and so on.

The situation of Dafeng Ruo clearly appeared in his mind, but he ignored it, and still focused on practicing his thirty-six forms of nourishing Qi.

Zheng Yanwu left from Dafeng Rudder and returned to Huxiaotang.

Huxiaotang has lost its backbone, and the two left-behind masters comforted the crowd, and barely supported the group, but their spirits and spirits have been dissipated, and their bones and tendons were directly removed by Chu Li, and they are no longer the number one in Dafeng City. All together.

Surrounded by everyone, the two welcomed Zheng Yanwu into the Tiger Roaring Hall, and reported to Zheng Yanwu alone.

Zheng Yanwu was calm on the outside, still walking slowly, showing no anger at all.

Listening to the two people's detailed reports, they were noncommittal, and finally just asked lightly, whether Zheng Tianhe was killed by Zhao Dahe, and did not ask more about the others, why they fought or why they killed Zheng Tianhe.

He closed his eyes and dismissed the two of them, and walked around the small courtyard where Zheng Tianhe lived before his death, his face became more and more gloomy.

The voice and smile of Zheng Tianhe when he was a child flashed in his mind. He grew up with a son, loved him like a grandson, and gained countless joys. When he thought of the eternal separation of heaven and man, his heart still ached.

So no matter what, regardless of the rules of not stepping into the martial arts at a hundred years old, even if he died immediately, he had to kill Zhao Dahe before he could face Zheng Tianhe.

After a while, he calmed down and began to practice.

He is full of confidence in killing Zhao Dahe, but he doesn't want to capsize in the gutter, so he has to go all out no matter what.

Zhao Dahe is a rising star of the Guangming Sacred Cult. The Guangming Sacred Cult cherishes the disciples who enter the Great Bright Peak, and will never allow any loss, so they will definitely send a helping hand!

Thinking of this, he was a little heavy, but fortunately, the Guangming Sacred Church would not send a hundred-year-old master, and he had a great chance to kill Zhao Dahe.

Even if someone is protecting him, he must kill Zhao Dahe. Anyone who wants to stop him will be his own murderer and enemy.

He sat on the couch to adjust his breath and calm his mind, slowly dissipated his murderous aura, calmed down his mood, recharged his energy, and prepared for the big battle at night.

Chu Li frowned, he had been waiting for Zheng Yanwu to practice the White Tiger Magic Art, but Zheng Yanwu only sat on the couch to adjust his breath and calm his mind, but did not practice the White Tiger Magic Art!