"Brother Wang, what are you playing at?"

Wu Wei asked helplessly in the waist-high grass.

"I have some health problems now. I can't lie. If I lie, I will be in trouble." Wang Huai said honestly.

Zheng Wu, who was lying in the grass together, suddenly turned his head and asked in a low voice: "What on earth are you..."

Before he could finish asking, Qian Liu on the side tightly covered Zheng Wu's mouth, preventing him from speaking.

He saw clearly the battle between Wang Huai and the unknown Confucian scholar yesterday.

Whether it is on-the-spot reaction or various methods, it shows that the other party has the guidance of a famous teacher behind him, and he is very good in every aspect.

In addition, the innate weight of the strange objects in the opponent's body is very high, and he is at least a holy son of a master sect.

Qian Liu knew that he was just a nobody. If he wanted to save his life, it was best not to spy on the other party easily.

The more you know, the sooner you will die.

Suppressing Zheng Wu, Qian Liu whispered: "This donor, we won't ask anything, don't worry."

Seeing that Qian Liu was on the right track, Wang Huai was also very satisfied, and then turned his attention to the official who was searching them.

This escort mission cannot harm mortals, otherwise it will be considered a failure.

Wang Huai didn't know how the Xian Alliance monitored them, but it was better to abide by it.

Therefore, Wang Huai was prepared to wait quietly for the other party to leave, and then take advantage of the chaos to escape, and then...

"Where is the thief!" an officer suddenly shouted.

"Here!" Wang Huai waved and shouted.

Facing the helpless looks of the other three people, Wang Huai had ten thousand swear words in his heart.

With a helpless sigh, Wang Huai picked up a piece of withered grass. After infusing his magic power, the withered grass stood up straight like a stick.

Jumping out of the grass, Wang Huai lowered his body and rushed towards an official. With a little grass, he hit an official in the lower waist, causing him to scream and lie on the ground.

Turning around and sweeping away, the officer who was about to attack from behind was struck in the eye and fell to the ground screaming.

Throwing the withered grass away, the third officer was directly hit in the knee. He covered his leg and fell to the ground. He was also unable to get up again.

With lightning speed, the three officials were dispatched. Wang Huai turned around, picked up Wu Wei and Duan who was still unconscious, asked Zheng Wu to stick to his back, and ran towards the distance.

"You hurt the official! Aren't you afraid of failure?" Zheng Wu, who was sticking behind Wang Huai, asked.

"I'm afraid, but who said I hurt them? I'm helping them treat their illnesses! But the treatment method is a little rough."

Behind Wang Huai, the three officials groaned for a moment and suddenly felt refreshed.

Guan Cha, who had been hit in the lower back, stood up and touched his abdomen, which was still aching, and suddenly felt that the low back pain that had bothered him before disappeared.

The officer whose eyes were scanned felt that his field of vision suddenly became clearer, and he could even see clearly how ugly his companion next to him was.

The official who was hit in the knee felt that his knee felt much better. It used to be difficult to bend it even slightly, but now it can be folded easily.

Feeling the changes in themselves, the officials couldn't help but become confused.

What is going on with this group of wanted criminals?

Although his body has been cured of some hidden diseases, the pain from being hit is still there, and he will be unable to move for a while, so he can only lie there and wait for others to arrive.

Not far away, the screams of colleagues rang out, indicating that someone else had taken over the treatment.

On this day, 70% of the officials in Stone Forest City were treated. Although they were unable to go to the ground that day, their health gradually improved after that, which made the local security conditions much better.

Wang Huai and his party rushed out of the city and continued northward under the night to the next place.

Early the next morning, Stone Forest City welcomed a special guest.

This man has a livid complexion, a serious smile, a stooped back, and his hands above his knees. From a distance, he looks like a large, skinny monkey.

By his side, the magistrate and magistrate of Stone Forest City accompanied him, and the flattery on their faces was almost overflowing.

"Master Iron Captor, do you think we should eat first or drink first?"

"Handling the case." Tie Zhan's voice is like gold and stone intersecting. Just hearing the first sentence will make people feel goosebumps.

"That's nature, that's nature."

The county magistrate did not dare to say anything more and immediately ordered someone to bring the file.

The content of the file records in detail that someone died on the boat. After being arrested, the two suspects escaped from prison with the help of their accomplices. They then injured a Confucian scholar and fled to Stone Forest City. They later injured several officials and fled.

Uncle Duan, who was wearing an iron arrester's vest, read the file in detail and began to think.

There are many businesses of the Wang family in Stone Forest City, and the city is still being built on the East China Sea, and some materials need to be transported from here, so although this matter is not very important, Uncle Duan still came here.

Judging from the files, the efficiency of the government this time was surprisingly high, and the whole story was found out clearly within a few days.

But Uncle Duan still took the file and asked directly: "Where is the body of the deceased? I have to see why the body died, so that I can infer what kind of martial arts the other party used and what route he took."

The county magistrate suddenly looked embarrassed and whispered: "The body is lost."

"snort."

With a sneer, Uncle Duan felt that the government was still the same government.

Turning over a page, Uncle Duan continued to ask: "What's going on with this Confucian scholar? He dares to take action when facing a fugitive. Are all Confucian scholars today so courageous?"

"Well... we also sent someone to ask, but the other party just said that they acted out of necessity, but unfortunately they were not as skilled as others."

"Where is that Confucian scholar? I want to see him."

"Already here, let me introduce you to him."

Under the leadership of the county magistrate, Uncle Duan met the Confucian scholar who had taken action before.

At this time, the opponent's nose was bruised, his face was swollen, his eyes were slanted and his nose was crooked, which showed that he had been beaten badly before.

After carefully observing the opponent's wounds, Uncle Duan closed his eyes and began to infer the opponent's martial arts from the opponent's injuries.

Wounds can also speak.

For a great master like Uncle Duan, he can deduce the opponent's moves just by looking at his wounds, and then guess the opponent's identity without any problem.

(Bastard punches, twitching the vaginal legs, back elbows...the moves are insidious, and the punches are deadly. It turns out that it was the young master who did it. Didn’t the young master go to participate in the mission of Zhenguo Si? How could he get along with the Confucian scholars?)

When Uncle Duan closed his eyes and meditated, the Confucian scholar was also observing Uncle Duan.

But nothing can be seen.

He asked himself that he had practiced the Six Arts of the Gentleman well, but he still couldn't see the opponent's approach.

The six arts of the gentleman are both skills and practice.

A true Confucian scholar can practice the Six Arts of the Gentleman, thereby improving his own potential and obtaining special abilities that are different from ordinary people.

He specializes in the way of "book", which is the way of learning.

Practicing this way can make his ears and eyes sharp, and he can see the subtle things. Although his physical fitness is not much better than ordinary people, in terms of observation ability, he considers himself to be the best among his peers.

But even he couldn't see the path to the iron trap in front of him.

All I know is that the opponent is unfathomable, a person who entered Taoism through martial arts, and entered the realm of land gods with just his martial arts skills.

Although he is not as good as himself in terms of realm, if he really wants to start a battle, he is afraid that he will not be as good as his opponent.

While the Confucian scholar was deep in thought, he suddenly heard Uncle Duan ask: "Why are you following them?"

The Confucian scholar glanced at the magistrate and magistrate who stood aside, and the magistrate got up knowingly, said, "The weather is so nice today, I went home to help my mother-in-law dry her clothes," and then got up and left the room.

When there was no one around, the Confucian scholar raised his hands and saluted: "I, Ye Wenjin, have met Mr. Iron Captor."

"Well, let's get to the point."
Chapter completed!