A wide green robe embroidered with a kirin, an iron ruler hangs on the waist, a chain tangled with arms, and a long sword on the back, with a heavy aura as strong as a mountain.

It was the dress of a fifth-grade captain from Dafeng Six Doors.

"The fifth-grade captain of the six doors..."

Wei Yu's face changed.

"Six doors."

The faces of the remaining guests in the lobby also changed.

"Fifth-rank head catcher..."

An Qisheng's eyes flashed.

The Dafeng Dynasty had two major violent institutions, among which the Jinyiwei supervised the world and the Six Gates supervised the martial arts world. Among the two major violent institutions, there were many experts and had a great influence.

The two major violent institutions each have nine ranks, which are in line with the Jiufu Realm's ninth rank warriors.

The third level of external refining corresponds to the seventh to ninth level, and the third level of internal refining corresponds to the sixth to fourth level.

Over time, the martial arts worlds of various countries gradually followed this title, and have been distinguishing between high and low levels.

Only the third level of external refining is the seventh level, and the fifth level of the person who comes must be a master who has already penetrated the internal organs and has already been involved in the bone marrow.

The person who came wrapped his hands in his chest, his voice was low:

"I am a Tieshan, a fifth-rank captain from the Six Gate. Here, I am especially a case of many martial arts people killed in counties in Ronghua Prefecture. As the only survivor at present, do you really know who attacked you?"

"Catcher Tieshan."

An Qi stood up and bowed:

"To be honest, I am running Zhoutian. The person who comes suddenly arrived. Before I could finish the merit, I had already severely damaged me. I really didn't see the appearance of the person who came."

He was a little surprised.

Tieshan's speed is very fast. He just settled in the inn yesterday and came to the door in the morning.

When the foot of the iron mountain moved, he had already arrived at the three-person table:

"The Taoist priest doesn't mind me checking it, do you?"

"Please give me some advice."

An Qisheng nodded.

Huh ~

Tieshan's shoulders shook, and his thick palms had already landed on An Qisheng's shoulders.

An Qisheng felt a heat on his shoulders, and a heat flow penetrated into his body, spreading across his limbs and bones in an instant.

"Huh? The essence is greatly damaged, the internal force is dispersed, and the body is deficient..."

With a slight sense, Tieshan's eyelids twitched:

"What a serious injury, what a cruel method!"

"The Taoist priest was so seriously injured!"

Wang Bai's eyelids twitched.

The essence is greatly damaged, the internal force is dispersed, and the physical body is deficient. Any of these three states is already extremely serious injury. There are all three, and it is a miracle to not die.

Huh ~

Tieshan stops:

"I don't want the Taoist priest to be injured so seriously."

"It's a blessing to not die by luck."

An Qisheng sighed lightly.

Cooperating with his now gray-haired, he feels pity for his heart.

Tieshan took out a green porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to An Qisheng:

"This is my secret healing medicine from the Six Gates, and it may have some effect."

"So, thank you sir."

An Qisheng took the porcelain bottle and thanked him.

This was a surprise.

"The Taoist priest will not leave the city in the near future, just to prevent being harmed by others."

Tieshan said, obviously, he also knew that the Taoist temple was burned.

After An Qisheng nodded, Tieshan bowed his hand and turned around and looked back at Wang Bai:

"In the future, you must remember that disaster comes from your mouth."

Wang Bai gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Wei Yu pulled Wang Bai's sleeve, afraid that he would have an impulse to conflict with Tieshan.

After Tieshan left, the atmosphere in the inn became eased.

Wang Bai took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and took out a porcelain bottle from his arms:

"Master Taoist, this is a pill prepared by my family to nourish the body. If you take it, it may be useful."

"You are kind to you, my friend."

An Qisheng did not refuse and took the porcelain bottle.

"In this way, I have his own affairs with Brother Wei. Taoist priest, please rest. I will stay here for a few days. If the Taoist priest needs it, come to me."

Wang Bai bowed his hand a little apologetically.

An Qisheng smiled slightly and expressed his inattention.

Wang Bai and Wei Yu settled the score and left. An Qisheng ordered another table of food to deliver it to the room, turned around and returned to the wing room.

When he opened the door, Zhang Haohao and Jiang Tingting woke up and Meng Song called out to Master with sleepy eyes.

"Go and wash, don't get dirty in the future."

An Qisheng warned.

"I know, Master."

The two little guys then got up in their clothes.

An Qisheng didn't care about the two little guys, took out the porcelain bottles sent by Tieshan and Wang Bai, opened them, and smelled them.

"It's all great tonic herbs. I don't know the ingredients and techniques. It seems that there are many processes, but I just don't know what the effect is."

An Qisheng poured out two yellowed pills and sniffed them.

He knew very little about herbs in this world, and his only knowledge was obtained from the memory of the old Taoist, so it was naturally impossible to smell the ingredients of the pill.

However, it should be non-toxic.

But you can’t take medicine indiscriminately, so you naturally need to try it to know if it is OK.

When the thought moves, the light shines brightly in the perspective. An Qisheng has already fallen into a dream, and the object is himself.

It is naturally better to try the medicine yourself.

After a while, An Qisheng opened his eyes, shook his wrist, and two pills had been swallowed into his stomach.

Huh ~

An Qisheng adjusted his breathing and re-operated the boy's skills.

As his movements accelerated, strands of heat spread from his abdomen again, and the pills he swallowed into his abdomen also emitted strands of heat after digestion.

Join the cycle of boy's skills.

Gradually, he felt that his limbs became warmer and more heat in his body, and his face gradually turned red.

If other people in this world are increasingly hot, they will inevitably stretch their muscles and bones and send out hot air.

But An Qisheng practiced internal martial arts for two lifetimes and subconsciously closed his pores.

With this closure, the heat in his body suddenly became more and more hotter and hotter.

If you look from the outside, your complexion is red, like a big red prawn!

An Qisheng's breathing was slightly distracted, but he did not choose to expel the heat.

His choice to practice internal strength does not mean that he has given up on internal martial arts.

On the contrary, he knew very well that no matter how good his internal strength was, his body was still in the land of terror, and his roots were still internal martial arts.

call!

At some point, An Qisheng suddenly got off the bed.

His eyes were closed, as if he was asleep.
To be continued...