Dress up and go out looking for an opportunity to commit murder and return with corpses!

Li Yuan's movements were smooth and smooth, without any delay.

With the blessing of Liuhe Boots, he was able to cross a small distance of a hundred meters with one step and one step, and did not disturb any of the patrolling disciples until he returned to the house.

When he first got started, he was already groping for a familiar environment. "Phew!"

It wasn't until he closed the door that Li Yuan let out a breath of turbid air. His sweat and rain were filled with water vapor due to the high body temperature.

It only took a few minutes from the moment of violence to touching the body, but it still took a huge amount of physical and mental energy. When he relaxed, he felt aches all over his body.

After swallowing a blood-increasing pill, Li Yuan thought about what happened tonight, thinking that he had not missed anything. Thanks to the blessing of the Liuhe Boots, even if there were patrolling disciples on the road, he could easily avoid them.

"Zhizhi"

Under the bed, the little mouse made a frightened cry, and the gray hairs all over his body stood up. He was very sensitive and spiritual. "Well, except for this little mouse."

Li Yuan glanced at it and quickly changed his clothes.

He put away his sackcloth, bamboo hat, boots, human skin mask, and his short-handled drum hammer. Shaking vigorously, he dispelled the chill and suddenly felt refreshed all over his body.

"As expected of the fourth true legend, resisting attack."

Li Yuan lit the oil lamp and sat down, thinking about today's battle.

The blessing of Liuhe Boots was somewhat beyond his expectation. Na Ding Zhi's speed and reaction were completely crushed by him, but his resistance was still astonishing.

If it hadn't been for a violent blow that destroyed his right hand and forced him to be unable to hold the sword, tonight might not have been so smooth. "Shapeshifters should not be underestimated."

Li Yuan took off his gold gloves and moved his numb fingers:

"The strength reaches one foot, and the energy reaches three feet. The inner energy is really fierce, and even heavy hammers cannot completely isolate the inner energy... If it weren't for these gloves, I'm afraid I would still be injured."

The inner energy being one foot away from the body was already the limit, but the penetrating and explosive power of the inner energy was so amazing that his internal organs were impacted by the final collision.

This is because the gloves cut off most of the internal air.

"With the blessing of the palm soldiers, my strength, explosive power, and speed all exceed those of Ding Zhi. Even with a sneak attack, the odds of winning this battle are mine."

Li Yuan is doing a post-war review.

From the first attack to the present, he has maintained this good habit of analyzing gains and losses, and learning lessons and experiences. Compared with the first sneak attack on Qin Xiong, he now knows how to choose locations and create opportunities.

"I have a chance of winning if I face him head-on, but a sneak attack is undoubtedly important. Without that sudden attack, maybe I wouldn't be able to kill him tonight?"

Li Yuan weighed the gains and losses, comparing the gap between him and the shape-changing warrior. Finally, he came to the conclusion. "You only have one life, and sneak attacks are also a way to defeat the enemy."

After a while, when the stinging pain on his body disappeared, Li Yuan opened the door. The night rain was still heavy, and all traces of his return were washed away.

Through the night rain, he could faintly hear the sound of exclamations of footsteps coming closer and closer, as if someone was coming to the Hammer Hall.

"If a true successor dies, the Valley of Divine Weapons will probably boil."

Li Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

He thought that the time he chose was good. During this period, someone was already targeting the Valley of Divine Weapons, so the blame could easily be dumped.

Even if he couldn't get rid of him, the one who killed Ding Zhi was a sallow-faced middle-aged man with a short hammer. What does it have to do with his newly tempered body and the promising dragon-shaped true successor?

Tempering the body to kill and change shape, not to mention the Divine Weapon Valley, Zhelong Mansion has only had those few examples for thousands of years.

"Well, it has nothing to do with me."

Maybe he consumed too much and Li Yuan was a little hungry.

He went to the kitchen to light a fire, fried a few side dishes, made a pot of tea, and ate slowly while listening to the sound of wind and rain outside. After finishing the meal and drinking the tea, his mind completely calmed down.

At this time, the sound of rapid footsteps also came closer from far away, and the knocking on the door sounded:

"Junior Brother Li, Junior Brother Li!"

"Senior Brother Gao?"

Li Yuan waited for someone to come, and immediately stood up and opened the door: "Senior Brother Gao, are you coming tonight?" "As long as you're fine.

Gao Gang took off his bamboo hat and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Li Yuan was fine.

"problem occurs."

"Ding Zhi is dead!"

Boom!

It rained heavily all night, and in the morning it was still cloudy and gray, with thunder dragons and electric snakes running around from time to time.

With a straight face.

The atmosphere in the brightly lit Shanmen Hall was depressing. Looking at the puddle of mud wrapped in straw mats on the ground, everyone felt gloomy.

"Ding Zhi is dead!"

In the main hall, Qiu Zhengxiong slapped the table heavily, his beard and hair all tangled:

"Bold, so bold!"

Qiu Zhengxiong was like an angry lion, walking back and forth in the hall, furious.

In the main hall, after searching for a whole night, all the disciples who almost turned over the Divine Weapon Valley were soaked to death, and Li Yuan was no exception.

Gongyang Yu Shihong and several elders are not here. At this moment, the only true successors in the hall are him and Qiu Changying. The elders are only Feng Zhongxi from the outer door.

At this moment, all the disciples looked ugly.

The dignified true heir was killed in the mountain gate. Regardless of their relationship with Ding Zhi, all of them looked cold and green at the moment, very frightened, angry, and even a little frightened.

Just thinking about the fact that there is a murderer hidden in the mountain gate who can kill even the true disciples makes everyone feel uneasy.

"Whoever dares to kill the true successor of our sect in the mountain gate, for the first time in fifty years, no matter who he is, will die!" Qiu Zhengxiong was furious, and the atmosphere in the hall became more and more depressed.

Li Yuan followed the crowd and said nothing, with a heavy face. Qiu Zhengxiong looked at the disciples who were inspecting the corpse and asked:

"In Feng Er Middle School, Ding Zhi was killed by Shi Wugong? How did he die?" "This..."

The disciple who inspected the corpse looked pale, his throat squirmed a few times, and then he bowed:

"The muscles, bones, skin and flesh are all broken to pieces. The thief's attack was too brutal. He must have used a heavy hammer... martial arts. No trace of internal energy was found."

Feng Erzhong lowered his head and resisted the urge to retching.

In addition to him, several disciples also came out to check the body, and they all said the same thing at this moment. "Heavy hammer?"

Qiu Zhengxiong glanced at the people in Hammer Soldier Hall and frowned:

"There are many experts who use hammers in Huizhou. What about martial arts? What moves and qigong did you use?" "This..."

Feng Erzhong's scalp was numb, but he could only shake his head. The heavy rain washed away all traces, leaving only this corpse.

Being able to see these things from a puddle of mud means that they have rich experience in autopsy. "Elder Qiu, she's awake!"

At this time, a disciple came out of the side hall and supported a pale-faced woman.

The woman was so frightened that she shivered, her eyes full of panic and fear, and she even forgot to salute. "Lin Fu'er, what happened last night?"

Qiu Zhengxiong spoke in a low voice, calling the woman out of her panic: "Who killed your man? How are you still alive?!" "Ah! No, don't..."

The woman was so frightened that she fell to the ground. Several female disciples came to help and comfort her, and then she recovered from the fright. "Master!"

The woman threw herself on the straw mat, crying so hard that the pear blossoms brought rain.

Qiu Zhengxiong was furious, but he could only hold back and wait for the woman to calm down before asking again: "What happened last night?!"

"me……"

The woman's face was full of tears, and it took her a while to talk about what happened last night.

"...It rained heavily last night. The master was drinking. In the yard, the red arowanas screamed miserably..." Li Yuan listened quietly.

This woman had just gained strength and was timid. When he attacked last night, she just ran away in fear. If he hadn't deliberately shown his face, she wouldn't have been able to see anything clearly.

"Red Arowana?"

Qiu Changying frowned slightly and glanced at Li Yuan. She remembered that the two of them seemed to have some friction a few days ago. However, it was just a moment, and she shook her head.

Although this kid is more cunning and has good light skills, he has just perfected the body tempering. Even with the magic weapon, he can't kill Ding Zhi. "Have you seen the murderer's face?!" Qiu Zhengxiong looked shocked, and the other disciples in the hall They all frowned, confused and surprised. "The murderer is so ruthless. When you saw his face, he didn't die?"

Feng Zhong was already frowning. "Here comes a portrait!"

Qiu Zhengxiong was surprised and doubtful. He waved his hand and a disciple came forward with a pen and paper. Soon, based on what the woman said, he drew a portrait.

He has messy black hair, a sallow face, and a ferocious expression. He is holding a heavy hammer with a short handle that can hit a human head. Is this what he painted?

Li Yuan glanced at it and couldn't help but be surprised. This painter was quite skilled. "This person..."

Qiu Zhengxiong frowned, Qiu Changying took the drawing paper, looked at it carefully and compared it, then shook his head:

"It's not a famous master from the Eight Prefectures, and it's not on the wanted list. If it's one of those hidden masters, or it's a disguise..."

She handed the portrait to several disciples in the Supervisory Hall. The disciples compared it and shook their heads with no impression. "Disguising yourself means there is something evil in your heart!"

Qiu Zhengxiong took the portrait, looked at it, and clapped his hands on the table: "Publish this painting throughout the government and offer a big reward to this person!" "Yes!"

The disciples of the Overwatch Hall bowed in agreement, took the scroll and stuffed it into their arms, turned around and walked into the rain curtain. "Chang Ying, mobilize eight teams of divine guards to seal the mountain, and no one is allowed to enter or leave the sect anymore!"

Qiu Zhengxiong gave the order with a stern face, instructing the disciples and elders:
To be continued...