Behind the hospital inpatient building, there is a courtyard with green lawns, surrounded by paths and spacious roads, but no vehicles are parked.
This is a place where hospitalized patients can usually come out for a walk and have some breathing experience.
As noon approaches, although the vicious sun was blocked by the building and lush trees and branches and leaves, it could not shine on this small courtyard, but the hot temperatures made all patients unwilling to walk out of the comfortable ward to go outside for a walk, so
The courtyard looks particularly quiet, but occasionally medical staff and patients' families will rush by.
The northwest corner is hidden among the path behind lush vegetation. Su Chunfeng's slightly pale cheeks had a faint smile. His left index finger and thumb, tied with gauze, gently twisted a fallen green leaf.
In front of him, a burly middle-aged man nearly 1.9 meters tall, wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, black trousers, black leather shoes, exposed thick arms and big hands like knotted palm-shaped fans, radiating.
The middle-aged man had short hair, a national face, and his long dark eyebrows were painted like a paintbrush. There were several long eyebrows on each of the tips of his eyebrows, slightly drooping down.
Coupled with his deep and abyss-like eyes, it makes people feel that the man has a powerful aura that is not angry but powerful.
What is eye-catching is that the gray-white belt on the waist of a middle-aged man is uneven and even the width is not so neat, especially the belt buckle with a faint scarlet color in the gray-white belt, which has no beauty at all, like
It is a weathered bone that will break if you knock it out.
Paired with the brand-name clothing worn on it, this belt can be called a feces thrown on flowers.
"Thank you." The middle-aged man said with an expressionless face.
Su Chunfeng knew that the burly middle-aged man in front of him, who seemed to be less than fifty years old, was actually nearly sixty years old. He waved his left hand holding a leaf and said, "I don't pretend to say anything polite.
, You said thank you for accepting it, but if you find that killer, remember to notify me and leave me a knife."
"how?"
"He slashed me, I have to return it."
"No problem." Zong Xiange finally smiled and said, "You remember his appearance clearly. Tell me, what's the special thing?"
Su Chunfeng sighed and said, "Professor Luo, Goldman Sachs, Qu Feiyan, and Pan Huiyao have already told you, what I saw is that, that guy is fair and handsome, he is here to kill someone.
Yes, but he always smiled, and he looked very relaxed and calm... However, the feeling that his skin was a bit fake, as if he was wearing a mask. Of course, this is just my personal feeling."
"When he fought with you, did he not use his magic?"
"If martial arts doesn't count, then he really didn't use magic."
Zong Xiange nodded. Since the other party was prepared, it is very unlikely to rely on the impression left by the present at that time to find out any useful clues. However, the most prominent feature of the young killer in white is his fighting level.
Very high, without magic attacks, and can be immune or with unique magic to resist the magic attacks, even if it is as powerful as Luo Tonghua, the magic will only have a slight impact on the young man in white. If Su Chunfeng had not taken the lead in taking action,
The other students and sorcerers also started to act, so the young man in white might have to kill Zongmeng before leaving. Thinking of this, Zong Xiange said lightly: "After finding him, I will leave you a knife.
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"Um."
Zong Xiange turned around and was about to leave. Suddenly he thought of something, so he stopped and asked, "If you continue to fight with A Meng, who will win or lose?"
"I'm not as good as him."
"Some people say that the secret technique you practiced in the middle heaven is a long-lost academic method. It appeared in the world two hundred years ago..." Zong Xiange said meaningfully: "I really want to understand it." .”
Su Chunfeng was surprised: "There is no need for this? We have a big gap."
"The young man in white used martial arts to defeat the arts." Zong Xiange narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly: "I heard that your secret technique of the Zhongtian also emphasizes the use of martial arts to defeat the arts. It was not until this year that you began to gradually understand the arts. The essence of the law. In fact, I have some knowledge of the martial arts. There are few genres in the martial arts that have emphasized the use of martial arts to break the arts in history."
"I don't know if there is such a genre in the world." Su Chunfeng said calmly: "Before arriving in Beijing, I didn't even know that there was still the Qimen River in the world in the present era. As for using martial arts, such a genius in the world. The genre may be as rare as you said, but I learned from Professor Luo that since ancient times, many high-ranking warriors are not afraid of sorcerers, and martial arts itself is a kind of magic. It can be said that martial artists can also be called sorcerers... ...I can hear what you mean just now, but I believe you don't suspect that I am in the same group as the young man in white."
A look of appreciation flashed in Zong Xiange's eyes and said, "In the future, you will enter the Qimen River. If I am not dead yet, then if you encounter any problems, you can mention my name. I think it will be helpful."
"I don't want to get into the world."
"It's okay." Zong Xiange smiled and turned around and left.
Su Chunfeng stood under the shade of a tree that casted a white light from the dense branches and leaves, and was in a daze - the facts were unpredictable. He never thought that last year he was just a move by Xiaoyi, and later a simple explanation of using martial arts, but now Almost shot himself in the foot. Fortunately, Zong Xiange is not the kind of person who is easily overwhelmed by anger. Otherwise, with his strength, he would have to take his anger on others with blood splashed in five steps. If...
What can Luo Tonghua do if he kills Su Chunfeng?
This time, Su Chunfeng came to see Zong Xiange, and he didn't think of anything else out of the most basic politeness. Only Su Chunfeng knew that Tu Xikai was Tu, but he didn't know that he was Tu Xikai. He couldn't tell him. To anyone. And he believed that with Tu Xijiu's ability, even if he is far from reaching the peak level of the Thousand-faced Smiling Yama in the Jianghu in his previous life, it is extremely important for Zong Xiange to find out his identity Difficult things.
Now, Zong Xiange and Luo Tonghua have launched an investigation into this incident at the same time.
Speaking of which, the starting point of the investigation is also very clear. The first thing to consider is naturally the news that Su Chunfeng and Zong Meng made an appointment to discuss the battle. Who knows and who has revealed it to. Secondly, Zong Xiange began to investigate his own investigation in Qimen River and Lake in recent years. The enemies who are provoked by the superiors, and the people Zongmeng has provoked in recent years, and have done something unusual recently. They also select the most suspicious figures to conduct targeted investigations, or... coercion.
Su Chunfeng was too lazy to pay attention to these things, and they had nothing to do with him.
However, what made him a little concerned was that Zong Xiange mentioned that some people said that the secret technique of Zhongtian is a long-lost unique skill that appeared in the Qimen River more than two hundred years ago. Su Chunfeng is now practicing. The magic used to conceal the identity of the inheritor of the magic is just an unknown profound magic technique. The so-called Zhongtian secret technique is just one he summarized and drafted according to some of the essences of the magic secret books. A more suitable magic name.
Is it a coincidence?
Is it the unique academic method that appeared in the Qimen River and Lake two hundred years ago? It is the precious and profound magic secret book in Qian Ming’s hand?
With Zong Xiange's status and status, he will definitely not talk casually.
So, who told Zong Xiange that in the history of Qimen River, there is indeed a unique skill called Zhongtian secret technique, which can make Suo Jianglong, the leader of Qingluan Sect, believe it without doubt?
In a single ward on the seventh floor.
Zong Meng, who was lying on the hospital bed with fluid infusion, had woken up, but her cheeks were pale and blood-colored. Her dark eyes showed a cold and arrogant look as cold as before, and a strong anger.
The burly Zong Xiange walked into the ward, sat down beside the bed, and asked lightly: "How many days will you be discharged from the hospital?"
"Three days!"
"Um."
Such a serious injury and being discharged from the hospital in three days is an incredible stupid and reckless behavior to ordinary people. But for Zong Xiange and Zong Meng, it should have been like this for the father and son. It is not that Zong Meng's body recovery speed is extremely fast.
Fast, but in this case, it is suitable for training your strong will. If you cannot continue to practice with injuries... Then Zong Meng is not Zong Meng, nor is it the most pampered and most highly anticipated person in Zong Xian Ge.
I love my son.
Zong Xiange asked, "Compared with Su Chunfeng, who has the greater chance of winning between you and him?"
"I." Zongmoe said with great conceit.
"You can't."
Even if Meng raised her eyebrows and showed dissatisfaction, she would only show such a look in front of her father. If she faced others, no matter how strong he was, she would not bother to pay attention to it.
Zong Xiange said coldly: "At present, you two have the same cultivation level. Su Chunfeng is not competitive in nature, is easy-going and calm in character, and is not as powerful as you. When fighting, he will lose in your determination to burn your boat. But if you are currently
In his state, Su Chunfeng's cultivation level will surpass you in less than two years... His mood is much higher than you."
Zong Meng frowned slightly and didn't say anything.
He didn't believe that Su Chunfeng's cultivation level could surpass him in just two years. Because he knew that although his current cultivation level was in the middle stage of solid Qi, as long as he was willing to break through, he could enter the late stage of solid Qi at any time.
, and can be perfect and enter the Qi refining realm in the shortest time. Su Chunfeng's current cultivation level is the mid-stage of solid Qi. How can he break through the speed of a genius warrior like him who forcibly suppresses his cultivation and accumulates strength?
"You need to adjust your mentality." Zong Xiange stood up and said, "Let yourself relax, you need to know that life is also a practice. Don't be too stubborn and be careful to backfire."
"But you said that one force can reduce ten times, and one hundred tempering can make steel!"
"But I don't want you to die."
"How can I prove the truth with greed for life and fear of death? I don't want to waste decades. Even if the shortcut is a sea of swords and fire, I will still try it out..."
Zong Xiange walked to the door, held the handle of the door in one hand, turned his head and said lightly: "That can't be assassinated."
Zong Meng bit her lip and replied softly: "Yes."
Zong Xiange opened the door and walked out.
At this time, in the Peking University campus, except Zong Meng and Su Chunfeng, all other student warlocks were asked by Luo Tonghua to talk and inquire about it one by one. Who had told the news that Su Chunfeng and Zong Meng had made an appointment to discuss?
The place of the fight was made only in the evening of that day, and then Lu Weiyang notified other sorcerers of the association, and Song Ciwen informed Luo Tonghua and Su Chunfeng. How could the young man in white know in such a short time?