Time goes back to noon.

"What did you say? Are you going to attract that group of men in black?"

Chen Fu looked at Wang Cheng with shock, then shook his head and said, "I know you have good fist skills, but do you know who they are? Even if there are ten, you are not their opponents!"

Wang Cheng said: "If this is not the case, can there be any way to solve the mystery of the disappearance of Mixi Town?"

The person who tied the bell must be untied. The disappearance of Mixi Town is related to this group of men in black, and only they know how to make Mixi Town reappear in the world.

"But why did you attract that group of people?" Chen Fu was puzzled.

Wang Chengyao looked in one direction and said confidently: "No need to lead them, they will definitely come!"

He believed that he believed that Yan Tongli would tell the group of men in black that he would not believe that Yan Tongli would listen to his words so honestly.

"You wait!"

Chen Fu left the room and came in again holding a chain mail in his hand and said, "Bring this with you."

The chain mail is shiny with a metallic luster, brand new and has a lot of maintenance on weekdays.

Wang Cheng did not take it and said, "Jingang Chainmail! Isn't this your treasure passed down from your family? Are you willing to let me take it away?"

Chen Fu said: "I'm afraid that your boy will die! I know that you are awesome, but that group of men in black are unfathomable. If you die, Mixi Town will disappear forever! Take it!"

Wang Cheng took the chain mail and said solemnly: "If I die, please help me collect the body. Don't bury me. I will burn my body and find a higher mountain to sprinkle the ashes."

Chen Fu looked at him in surprise and said, "Then you have become a lonely ghost?"

Wang Cheng said: "I am a lonely ghost."

Chen Fu heard what he meant inside and outside, and said, "You want to return to your hometown, right? Where is your home? If you really die, I will give you half your life and send you back."

Wang Cheng murmured to himself: "China!"

Chen Fu said: "China? I know Lu, Zheng, and Xia, but I have never heard of this country?"

Wang Cheng did not explain, he looked into the void from afar. Can he still return to that place he dreamed about in this life?

...

"We are all sharpshooters"

"Every bullet destroys an enemy"

"We are all flying troops"

"Even if the mountains are high and the water is deep"

Wang Cheng walked out of the darkness step by step, still singing in his mouth, so that he could cheer up his spirit and ensure that he would not fall into a coma.

He stopped five meters in front of Zhu Wei, and saw that he had black multi-functional glasses on his head, and his muzzle was always aimed at Zhu Wei's vital points.

Zhu Wei leaned against the tree trunk, and the blood on his face had dried up, forming brown scars. He looked at Wang Cheng and focused his eyes on his multi-functional glasses and said, "You are using this thing to see the night clearly?"

Wang Cheng did not answer this question, and pointed the gun in his hand at Zhu Wei's head, and asked coldly: "Did you do the disappearance of Mixi Town?"

"Yes!" Zhu Wei did not deny it.

Wang Cheng asked: "Are they still alive?"

Zhu Wei said: "Some are dead, some may still be alive, but they can't escape death in the end!"

Wang Cheng first tightened, then loosened, and then tightened. He was most afraid of hearing the news that they were all dead. As long as they were not dead, there was hope to rescue them.

He asked, "How do you save them?"

Zhu Wei shook his head and said, "I don't know!"

Wang Cheng stood up with a thick eyebrows and shot Zhu Wei's leg. The bullet almost wiped his leg and penetrated into the snow.

Zhu Wei didn't hide, leaned lazily on the tree trunk, and said, "You don't need to force me. I'm almost dead. I can say what I can say, and don't ask what I can't say."

Wang Cheng asked again: "How long can they live?"

He did not believe that those people in Mixi Town who disappeared could survive safely. They must be experiencing some unknown disaster.

Zhu Wei thought for a while and said, "Three days? It may be five days, and it will not exceed seven days at most!"

"Seven days at most?" Wang Cheng almost screamed.

After seven days, he didn’t even know how Mixi Town disappeared. It was too short and too difficult to find a solution within seven days!

Wang Cheng could no longer remain calm. He didn't know where he got the strength. He rushed forward and grabbed Zhu Wei's collar and lifted him up. He pointed the gun at his head and said, "Say! How to save them? How to save them?"

"Haha! I'm anxious! You're anxious!" Zhu Wei laughed, like the joy of a tourist playing monkey for the first time.

Wang Cheng did not force him anymore because to a certain extent, they are the same kind of people. They have their own persistence. They are unwilling to do or say anything. Even if the sword comes, they will not frown.

He threw Zhu Wei away, sat down against the tree trunk without saying a word.

"cough……"

Zhu Wei was lying on the snow and coughing, squirting blood while coughing, but he was still smiling.

"You make me fool around, I'll come to play with you, and let you taste the taste of being fooled!"

Seeing that Wang Cheng had not moved for a long time, he struggled to sit up, but his heart and lungs had been severely damaged, and he did not breathe much, so he could not use any force at all. He simply lay on the ground and said, "Why don't you ask?"

Wang Cheng leaned against the trunk and did not move.

Zhu Wei was a little anxious and said, "Hey! Are you talking! Are you dead?"

Wang Cheng is like a sculpture, but he still doesn't speak.

"What the hell do you mean?" Zhu Wei was forced to swear.

Wang Cheng took a breath and said lightly: "Waiting for you to die!"

"You...you..."

Zhu Wei was beaten to the defense, and he suddenly cursed: "Damn Xu Zhongheng, I'm your ancestors for 18 generations!"

After saying this, he died very simply without any signs.

After another ten minutes, Wang Cheng finally recovered a little. He did not tell lies. He was indeed waiting for Zhu Wei to die. He could still move with perseverance.

He pulled Zhu Wei's body to his side, reached into his arms and groped for a while, hoping to find something about the identity of this group of men in black.

There were two small medicine bottles with middle fingers, three or five taels of gold bars, and an ancient book with cowhide surface, but nothing about his identity.

Two small medicine bottles, one white and the other yellow, were filled with longan-sized elixirs.

A blood-red pill was poured out from the white medicine bottle, which smelled bloody, and the yellow one poured out an orange-yellow pill, which smelled refreshingly.

Wang Cheng quickly judged that the blood-red elixir should be used to improve qi and blood, and the orange-yellow elixir is used to heal injuries, which is what he needs most now.

Sure enough, after taking the orange-yellow pill, he felt much more comfortable, but he was still far from recovery, and it was even more impossible to go down the mountain.

Bored, he opened the ancient book again. He was so envious of Zhu Wei's jump of more than ten meters high.

The cowhide surface contains the three words "Fuhu Fist". When you turn the first page, it is a self-narration titled "The Man of Wohu Mountain".

"Yu Ben Lingzhou mountain citizen practiced martial arts at the age of sixteen. At the age of twentieth, his muscles and bones were greatly improved. Later, he refined qi and blood. After another five years, the warriors were completed. He then connected to Ren and Du meridians. In another five years, the martial arts were completed..."

After spending more than ten minutes, he finally understood the self-narration of "The Man of Wohu Mountain". It was really difficult to pronounce and some parts were not smooth.

This Wohushan man obviously has limited cultural level, but he didn't want people to see it, so he used ancient Chinese in vernacular. Fortunately, he fully understood it.

"Martial puppet, warrior, warrior."

He speculated that this should be the realm of a martial artist, and his strength after practicing boxing for many years should be in the realm of muscles and bones, which is a martial artist.

The muscles and bones realm is the basic realm of those who practice martial arts. Those who practice muscles and bones are called martial arts; those who are above martial arts are warriors, and those who practice qi and blood; those who are above warriors are martial arts, and those who practice true qi.

Later, the people of Wohushan mentioned that he entered a new realm after he was forty years old - Wuzong, the master of martial arts. After another ten years, he became a great master and was in awe of the world.

When his strength reaches this level, he is enough to establish a sect and enjoy endless wealth and glory, but he does not. His ambition in this life is only at the highest level of martial arts.

He has visited many great sects in the world, stole martial arts secrets, learned other martial arts techniques, and later visited many famous mountains and rivers, and the sages of sages, but he still did not make any breakthroughs.

Ten years of hard work were in vain. When he was 60 years old, he retired to the mountains and forests, accompanied by plants, trees, bamboos, stones, insects, birds and beasts all day long, and even allowed him to learn a set of boxing skills from the tiger in the mountains, which was the Tiger Fist.

This set of boxing techniques is extremely powerful. After the success, one punch can produce thousands of kilograms of huge power, which is the most powerful technique in the world!

"No wonder he can jump more than ten meters!"

When Wang Cheng thought of Zhu Wei, he would definitely practice this martial arts to the level of great success.

He turned over his self-described and saw a man lying horizontally on the paper, his eyelids drooping, as if he was sleeping but not sleeping.

Next to the portrait, there are five big characters "Crouching Tiger's Spray" written, and there are some small comments next to the big characters, which are the key points of practicing this breathing technique.

Wang Cheng moved his heart, and he posed in a lying position on the paper, and then breathed according to the mantra. At the beginning, he became proficient in the later stage.

As he kept breathing, his breath flowed in his body, and the power of the healing pill was transported to various parts of the body through the blood circulation. The cells in his body seemed to be reviving, just like the first sun after winter.

It's crispy and wants to sleep.

Before he knew it, his mind fell into a vast underworld, as if he was sleeping but not sleeping, as if he was awake yet.

His breathing became more and more rhythmic and longer. Later, there was a vague airflow in front of his nose, but it was not very obvious at night.

Wang Cheng didn't know that this breathing technique was to imitate the state of a tiger resting. When it was still, it was storing its energy, and when it moved, it would shake the mountains and forests.

He was seriously injured at this moment, and the pills were treating the injured body, which required the energy and taxation to be nourished. It was exactly the same as the state of a tiger when he was resting. He actually went in easily.

It was already late at night when I woke up.

Wang Cheng was startled and really jumped up from the ground. He thought it had been a long time, but the time displayed on his watch was eleven o'clock, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Now every minute and every second is important to him, and only seven days are there, and he cannot waste it at all.

Seeing that most of his injuries had healed, Wang Cheng was surprised and thought: In addition to the strong medicinal power of the healing pill itself, this breathing technique also played a huge role.

He collected the secrets personally, and on the way down the mountain, he searched the bodies of ten other men in black, but still couldn't find anything about their identities. Instead, there were ten more gold bars on his body.
Chapter completed!