Because Li Zhineng was killed, it was difficult for him to take charge of the matter for a while, so the rest of the matter was chaired by Che Liangsheng.

He listened to the director and said, "Since the police said they were beaten to death, maybe we can see something from the corpse and the scene. In this way, we might as well divide it into four groups and check the corpse of Sun Dang and Li Yuanlong and the crime scene."

"good."

The directors nodded and responded.

Then everyone assigned it, Li Zhineng went to see Li Yuanlong's body, Sun Wencheng went to see Sun Dang's body, and Che Liangsheng and Zhang Zhiwei took people to see each other at the scene.

An hour or two later, it was already dark and the Xingyimen directors who had not had dinner gathered again in the first floor hall of the old villa, and their complexion was even worse than before.

Sun Wencheng said first: "Sun Dang was killed by a monkey hanging seal."

Li Zhinengze said with red eyes: "My son was beaten to death by a dragon-shaped crack."

In fact, everyone had already learned about these contents on the phone before, but when they heard them say them in person, they still felt uncomfortable.

Sun's Xingyi is mainly based on the shape of monkeys, while Li Zhineng's lineage is mainly based on the shape of dragons.

Now, the two of their favorite disciples (sons) died in their own boxing techniques, which was simply a slap in the face.

After a while of silence, Che Liangsheng said: "The police have found many clues - both of them went out after receiving a letter. The letter was signed as sealed by Yu Xiu, and a special hidden weapon was found next to their bodies."

"What hidden weapon?" Che Liangsheng did not mention the hidden weapon on the phone before, so everyone looked over.

Che Liangsheng took out his mobile phone, showed the picture above, and said, "Look, this is it. I have asked a senior to identify it. This hidden weapon is called Tang Qianyan.

It is said that the Qing government invited martial artists from all walks of life to the capital to compete, and the first name was named the top scholar in martial arts, while the others were given a sacred hall as a souvenir."

"Why did that person use this hidden weapon?" someone asked curiously.

"I don't know." Che Liangsheng shook his head.

He asked several seniors over 100 years old about this, but unfortunately no one knew about it.

After all, the Qing government has been dead for 140 years, but now it is not as good as the people in the Qing Dynasty... It is wrong, there may be another one!

"Maybe someone knows!" Che Liangsheng suddenly said with his eyes shiny.

"who?"

"Wu Yue!" Che Liangsheng said, looking around everyone, "Wu Yue appeared in the eighth year of the Republic of China, she was about twenty years old, but maybe she was actually older.

If she speculated so, maybe she would know why the murderer used the Tangqianyan as a hidden weapon."

After hearing this, some people nodded, thinking that Che Liangsheng was right, but some people frowned and still had doubts.

"It's just a hidden weapon. Maybe the murderer just thought that this former Yan represents a warrior who failed the competition, so he left it at the scene of the crime?

Besides, what we need most now is to find the murderer and bring him to justice, which is to avenge our disciples of Xingyi and to restore reputation.

I ran to investigate some of the halls of the front selves, didn’t I go to the fork in the road?"

Hearing this, Che Liangsheng was slightly embarrassed - he was really thinking about it.

Just as Che Liangsheng was about to say something to alleviate the embarrassment, Li Zhineng's cell phone suddenly rang.

After listening to the phone for a while, his red eyes were filled with strange eyes and said to everyone who looked at him: "Ming Wujiu of the Bagua Sect was beaten to death by someone half an hour ago, and a swallow in front of the hall was also inserted into his body.

The police said that it was suspected that Feng Yuxiu was continuing to commit crimes, and the target was most likely to be participants in the ranking competition of the martial arts conference, which made all our sects more vigilant."

After hearing this, the others were stunned for a moment.

After a long time of love, Feng Yuxiu was not targeting their Xingyi Sect, but all sects!

"How could this person be so bold?" Someone came to his senses and still felt unbelievable.

"He doesn't want to live anymore? Crazy?" Someone frowned.

At this time, waves of sirens came from outside. Obviously, the impact of this incident was too serious, especially since the case just now happened in the urban area. The police no longer cared about alarming the people and began to search for Feng Yuxiu with all their might.

But the more you understand this, the harder it is for everyone to understand why Feng Yuxiu did this.

Judging from his defeat of Sun Dang and the other two, he is somewhat a master and has a bright future in this world with prosperous martial arts. Why do you have to go to a dead end?

···

Wuji Villa.

As the head of Wuji Dao, Wuji Dao is the leader of the eight major sects. She naturally received a notice from the police for the organizer of this martial arts conference.

After learning that a warrior was hunting various participants in the martial arts conference rankings in Tianjin, she frowned.

As the organizer of the martial arts conference, she least hopes something happens at this time.

So she said to the person on the other side of the phone: "Supervisor Guan, do we need our disciples to help arrest the murderer?"

"No need for now." Although Superintendent Guan on the other side of the phone refused, he did not say anything. "We are still searching for the whereabouts of the suspect... and calling Master Wu, mainly because we hope that your sect can be vigilant so that the disciples will not be killed."

"Well, I will let the disciples pay attention."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Lingjun immediately called Bu Ni and told him the matter.

At this time, Su Yan was studying the essence and tricks of martial arts practiced by the Tai Chi Sect and Bagua Sect today, so he didn't know about this.

In fact, even if his spiritual consciousness noticed it, he would not care if he did not hear the key name of "Feng Yuxiu".

Just as Wu Lingjun did not inform Wang Yuehua of this.

In her opinion, it is certainly a big deal to appear as a murderer who targets the hunting target with participants in the Martial Arts Conference Place Ranking Competition, but it is not as good as asking Wang Yuehua immediately.

Therefore, she was going to talk about this when she asked Wang Yuehua tomorrow morning and Wu Yue for her peace.

···

In the southern suburbs of Tianjin City, Feng Yu Xiugang finished eating a roast chicken for dinner in a dilapidated abandoned factory and was practicing.

The cities of this era have no city walls or even no clear boundaries. For masters like him who practice martial arts to transform the spirit and true qi to the eighth level of acquired level, it is not too easy to get out of the city.

Therefore, he did not take the police's search to heart. After killing someone, he bought a roast chicken nearby. After coming to this hiding place that had been selected for a long time, he started practicing.

I saw that his practice movements were obscure and weird, unlike any martial arts in this world.

During the movement, the scarlet true energy surrounding his body continued to shrink and swell. At first glance, it seemed as if the blood from his body was overflowing, which was particularly strange.

After practicing for a while, he suddenly shrank into a ball - his head, hands, and feet curled up inside the ball, with his back, buttocks, arms, and legs as the outer walls.

In this state, the scarlet true energy surrounding its body is obviously stronger, as if it is about to form a blood cocoon and wrap it up.

After two or three hours, he slowly stretched his body, stood up and returned to normal, and his scarlet true energy was also retracted into his body.

Then, he took out a hall swallow with obvious handmade marks from his arms, rubbing and said, "It's only a little short, only a little short short short of me can realize the Pu Tianren Entrance, and try to hold the Qi and Blood Pill at the same time.

Only when a golden elixir is swallowed into the stomach will I realize that my life is not in the sky. If I get my life is all based on me, then I can plant golden lotus in the fire!

This poem is so good, hehe."

After reciting a poem, Feng Yuxiu smiled and felt a little stupid.

If there were other martial arts people here, I would probably laugh out loud when I heard him chanting this poem.

Because this poem is clearly divided into half of the two poems and is pieced together.

Feng Yuxiu didn’t know where he saw this piece of paper, but he thought it was very good.

After he finished singing, he stared at the night outside the high window and narrowed his eyes slightly, "With my strength, I have to challenge those ordinary participants in the ranking competition in the ground ranking competition because it is difficult to benefit. Next, I must challenge those who may win the top spot in the ground ranking."

Talking to himself like this, he remembered the information he had found in the Internet cafe after he arrived in Tianjin.

There are two people with the highest reputation in the rankings of this year. One is the closed disciple of Ye Wen Man of Wing Chun Sect and Liang Chao; the other is the fourth generation true legend of Wuji Dao, Guo Xiaolou.

Afterwards, Feng Yuxiu stood in the factory for a long time before walking out.

At this time, it was late at night.

···

Although the Wing Chun Sect is powerful and is known as the second largest sect among the eight major sects now after Wuji Dao, its industries are hidden in the south and even in Nanyang, and there is no industry in Tianjin.

Therefore, after the Wing Chun disciple came to Tianjin this time, he rented a small manor in the southern suburbs.

The reason why I don’t stay in a hotel is because most modern hotels are high-rise buildings. Even if they are courtyard-style, they are not expensive and are not convenient to practice.

But the small manor rented by Wing Chun Gate is different. Not only is it complete in living facilities, but it also has a spacious venue. As long as some equipment is placed, the disciples can practice it conveniently.

At night, Liang Chao, who had practiced martial arts for a day, slept soundly and was suddenly awakened by a scream.

“Ah~”

‘It’s A Qiang and the others!’

The first time he was awakened by the screams, Liang Chao made a judgment. He thrust a carp from the bed and fell to the ground. He opened the door and headed towards the other side of the manor as quickly as possible.

Soon, he arrived at a guest room, but saw that the lights in the room had been turned on at the eaves of the corridor, and his three senior brothers had arrived.

After he entered the room, he saw one of his nephew Aqiang's arm was twisted into a strange angle, his face turned pale because of pain, and cold sweat dripped.

"What's going on?" Liang Chao's fifth senior brother, also the current head of Wing Chun Sect, asked.

Ah suppressed the pain and said, "I was sleeping. A man in black suddenly broke in. Before I could react, he broke my arm."

Man in black?

Liang Zhen, Liang Chao and others frowned when they heard this.
To be continued...