Chapter 452: One Punch

The drizzle was bleak and the autumn wind was cold.

The sky and the earth were covered with mist.

It seemed as if a dreamlike gauze net was covered.

A figure silently passed through the pavilions and towers.

Crossing the increasingly dense rain curtain, it soon came to the depths of the quiet manor.

It was empty here, with only a thatched cottage.

It looked monotonous and boring, forming a sharp contrast with the beautiful scenery in front.

A furnace of incense was burning in the thatched cottage.

The light green smoke rose.

And then silently merged into the rain curtain.

In addition, there was only a cushion in front of the incense burner.

A woman in green sat cross-legged with her eyes closed.

With one breath, she attracted the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to meander and circulate, and the whole person seemed to have completely merged with the surrounding environment.

If you look from the outside, you can only see the smoke, as if she does not exist.

The footsteps approached quickly.

Soon came to the door of the thatched cottage.

The woman in green slowly opened her eyes at this time.

A pair of eyes were as bright as stars, and in an instant, it was like a room full of light, illuminating the surrounding gloom.

"This old slave greets Miss Yong."

The old man in black stopped and bowed outside the door.

"Qi Bo, my brother is dead."

The woman in green spoke slowly, her tone calm, without any emotional fluctuations.

It seemed that what she was talking about was not the life and death of her brother, but the windy and rainy weather today.

"Master Ming?"

"How is this possible!?"

The old man looked up in astonishment, as if he didn't believe his ears.

The woman in green said lightly, "Qi Bo is the only old man left by Grandpa, and he brought me and Yan Ming up since childhood, so there is no need for me to lie to you about this kind of thing."

"Miss Yong, this old slave wants to know who dares to attack Master Ming."

A cold light flashed in Qi Bo's eyes.

In an instant, even the rain curtain outside the thatched cottage was instantly stopped and stagnated.

Yan Yong took a sip of the teacup beside her, "I want to know too, so I called Qi Bo over, and I am going to use your unique spiritual technique to find out the murderer's background."

"Miss Yong, do you have any clues?"

"At the last moment of Yan Ming's life, the spiritual wood heart I practiced had some sense, and I got some vague information."

She drank the tea sip by sip, thinking and slowly said, "But what I sensed is only the relative direction and distance. The specific situation requires Qi Bo to go there in person to see if he can find more detailed clues."

Qi Bo was silent for a while, turned around and left, "I will check it now, and I will definitely make sure that the murderer has nowhere to hide."

The inside and outside of the thatched cottage returned to silence again.

Yan Yong slowly closed his eyes.

Hands formed a seal in front of him, and a vertical pupil quietly appeared between his eyebrows, emitting a green light like rippling green waves.

Qi Bo hurried out of the thatched cottage and rushed forward along the mountain path.

Rage filled his chest, and his eyes seemed to be blood red.

He took a deep breath, but could not control his emotions.

Young Master Ming is dead.

Young Master Ming is actually dead! ?

Hearing this news suddenly was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky for Qi Bo, and he was a little distracted.

He had watched Yan Ming grow up since he was a child, and had invested a lot of effort in him. He had already treated him as his own grandchild to cultivate. The relationship between them was definitely not something that could be described as a master-servant relationship. .

It is not an exaggeration to say that in the entire Yan family, even Yan Ming's parents could not compare to the time and energy he spent accompanying them.

But...

Young Master Ming was actually dead.

At the critical moment when the younger generation of the Yan family was about to begin the selection, he lost his life without any signs.

How could he not be furious and almost crazy.

Crack! ! !

Qi Bo stepped on a fallen dead branch and stopped at this time.

The autumn wind was lingering, and the rain was like a curtain.

The entire mountain forest was completely covered.

Qi Bo took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Dangerous warning signs quietly emerged, continuously plucked the heartstrings.

His eyebrows couldn't stop beating.

His eyes became cold and solemn.

He looked at the peaceful and quiet forest on one side.

The autumn rain hit the branches and leaves, making a rustling sound.

Everything seemed normal.

But in Qi Bo's perception, the dense forest seemed to be shrouded in endless darkness.

It was emitting an extremely dangerous breath.

It was as if there were terrible demons hiding in it, and they would show him their terrifying sharp teeth and fangs in the next moment.

"Old sir, you are in such a hurry. Is there something urgent that needs to be dealt with?"

A gentle voice like water sounded quietly, flowing beside the forest in the mountains.

Qi Bo's face was solemn, and his body tensed up a little bit.

His pupils shrank slightly, staring at the dense forest on the left that was moving without wind.

Clouds follow dragons, tigers follow wind.

At this moment, it seemed that there were really hidden dragons in the forest, and they had already focused their attention on him.

Suddenly, light footsteps sounded.

A figure slowly walked out of the forest.

He stopped not far away.

Qi Bo looked at him with a blank expression.

What came into his sight was a young man who looked ordinary and nothing special.

There was no spiritual energy around him.

He could not even sense the existence of spiritual energy in his body.

But facing this young man, Qi Bo felt a little weak in his heart, and he could faintly smell the smell of extreme danger.

After a short silence, Qi Bo slowly spoke, "Please forgive my poor eyesight for not recognizing your identity."

"My surname is Wei, and my given name is Tao."

"I am a disciple of the Red Line Sect, above the Xuan Realm, and a martial arts master."

Qi Bo was slightly startled when he heard this, and quickly searched his memory, but he had never heard of such a name.

He had never heard of what was above the Xuan Realm, and what was a martial arts master.

Wei Tao smiled and sighed, "The trees are all autumn colors, and the mountains are only sunsets. Miss Yan Rong doesn't like places where people gather, and she loves to practice in such a secluded and quiet place. It makes people quite emotional and a little envious."

After a pause, he continued, "Only the children of the rich and powerful like Miss Yan Rong can empty their minds and practice freely and quietly, without having to worry about what to eat next like other ordinary people all day long."

"Who are you!?"

The warning signs in his heart became stronger and stronger, and Qi Bo exhaled heavily, and his spirit suddenly climbed to the peak at this moment.

Wei Tao did not answer this question.

Instead, he said calmly, "The autumn wind is howling, the cold rain is falling, and the mountains and forests will enter a state of silence and withering. This is the cycle of life and death, birth, existence, decay and emptiness.

I came here specifically to help Miss Yan Yong let go of everything and enter the cycle of reincarnation. Only in this way can we follow the will of heaven, rather than go against it."

Qi Bo hid his hands in his sleeves and formed two seals like lightning.

The spirit disk placed close to his body also quietly started up, emitting a faint green light.

But on the surface, he just sneered, "Above the Xuan Realm, a martial arts master? It's really ridiculous."

"Who do you think you are? You actually have the nerve to say that you want to send Miss Yong into reincarnation!?"

"You should know that this is the Chishan Spirit Realm, and Miss Yong is a spiritualist who broke through the barrier and stepped into the virtual realm. Just because you are a small fry, you dare to say such nonsense. You simply don't know how to write the word death!"

"It seems that the old man and Miss Yan Yong have a close relationship. Then I will send you down first, and then let you meet below."

Wei Tao sighed again and took a step forward.

In an instant, the wind blew violently and the rain rolled back.

But Qi Bo, who was in the most violent center of the wind and rain, strangely did not hear the slightest sound.

At this moment, the wind and rain disappeared, and the mountains and forests disappeared.

He was in front of his eyes.

It was as if he had fallen into an endless abyss.

Suddenly, a sharp cry tore through the void.

A divine bird with a burning white flame all over its body appeared in front of him without any sign.

There was another surge of darkness, and the turtle and snake intertwined.

Ten fierce blood-red heads surrounded.

The long snake was looming in the clouds.

In an instant, it occupied all his sight.

"What kind of spiritual art is this!?"

"Why is there no spiritual power fluctuation?"

"It is not a spiritual art specifically targeting the soul, but it has been affecting my perception, eroding my soul, and I can't even tell where the final attack came from."

"Who is this young man!?"

Qi Bo was in the deep darkness, and his heart suddenly became frightened and confused.

Faced with this situation, all his previous experience in fighting the enemy was useless. He had no choice but to retreat and try to avoid the sharp edge of the opponent's secret attack.

Suddenly, without any signs, all the strange phenomena disappeared quietly.

Only a fist that did not know where it came from and where it would go was left.

It quickly expanded and grew in front of his eyes, and when he found it, it had already arrived in front of him.

It seemed to be slow but actually fast and fell heavily.

"Exactly, it was just a punch?"

Qi Bo was extremely surprised.

But when he felt the mighty fist, his face suddenly turned ashen.

Crack!!!

The light released by the spirit disk disintegrated and collapsed.

It turned into tiny fragments and disappeared without a trace.

The killing spirit he used was crushed and smashed before it was formed, and it didn't even play any role.

Then, the fist came to his head.

"It's just one punch!"

Qi Bo's eyes were dull and his expression was blank.

He watched the fist fall and imprinted on his crown.

Boom!!!

A thunder suddenly exploded in the forest.

In an instant, the wind was scattered and the rain poured back.

There was also blood, bones and flesh that exploded and spread all over the ground.

Bang!

Wei Tao fell to the ground and crushed the rocks under his feet.

The cracks stretched out densely, like a spider web that had just been woven.

He slowly straightened up, lowered his head and stared at a broken eyeball in front of him, and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"This old man looks so old, but he is so weak?"

"He can't even take my punch. Is this the level of strength of the so-called great spiritualist?"

"Or did I underestimate the power I can burst out after my injury recovered and the blood network was strengthened again?"

Wei Tao thought silently, picked up the scattered chalcedony from the ground, and regardless of the fresh blood on it, he began to absorb it into the spiritual line to recover the little strength consumed by the full-strength burst.

After a while, all the chalcedony turned into ash and dissipated.

He had also crossed several hills and could see the elegant manor in the mountain basin from afar.

"It is said that Yan Rong is a virtual spiritualist. I hope her strength is strong enough and don't let me down again."

Wei Tao focused his eyes, his sight penetrated the gradually darkening void, and fell on the thatched cottage deep in the manor. His figure flashed and disappeared silently.

The sky darkens and night falls.

The temperature becomes visibly lower.

The howling wind and rain penetrated into the thatched cottage, changing the shape of the rising green smoke.

Suddenly there was a rumble of thunder.

Awakening Yan Rong from his state of trance.

She slowly got up from the futon, came to the door of the thatched cottage, and looked at the dark mountains in the distance.

"Thunder on an autumn night is somewhat rare."

Yan Rong breathed out a soft breath.

The vertical pupil in the center of his eyebrows kept blinking.

Reflecting the emerald green light.

It seemed that she was completely isolated from the thatched cottage and the rain curtain outside.

It formed an independent space of her own.

"Is this the Heart of the Spirit Wood?"

At this moment, a curious man's voice suddenly sounded, sounding very interested.

"Who are you?"

Yan Rong slowly turned around and looked to the dark side.

The green light moved accordingly, reflecting a figure standing quietly in the rain.

"I'm here to kill you."

The man's voice sounded again, with a hint of sigh, "Originally, you didn't have to die, but now that the prologue has begun, everything will go in a completely different direction.

After all, this is the Chishan Spiritual Domain. As the saying goes, strike first to gain strength and strike later to suffer disaster. It is best to kill all the high-end combat power of the Yan family before everyone reacts. "

After a pause, he continued, "Of course, you living alone in the mountains also gives us more time and space to be alone, enough for me to do whatever I want to you."

Yan Rong was silent for a moment, with a faint smile on his face, "In the years since I became a great spiritual master, you are the first person to come to me single-handedly and say that you want to kill me.

The key is that you are still so young, so I can't help but make me curious about what kind of life experience gave you the courage to face me. "

Wei Tao smiled back and observed the thatched cottage behind her.

After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, "Since I have mastered my boxing skills, whenever I really have murderous intentions, I rarely miss."

"A master of boxing skills?"

Yan Rong frowned slightly, a flash of light flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, there was a sudden loud bang.

The ground undulated like water, violently turbulent.

Another green light shines.

It illuminates the vast dark night in front of the thatched cottage.

Almost at the same time, the two of them launched a sneak attack together.

The ground beneath Wei Tao's feet collapsed, and countless green vines swept across it.

The whole body is still surrounded by green light, and rings appear, which will tightly seal and imprison him.

But in front of the thatched cottage, just as Yan Rong was about to take a step forward, the ground beneath his feet also exploded and cracked.

Several ferocious beasts burst out of the ground, opened their mouths like black holes, exposed densely packed sharp fangs, and bit into her like lightning.

"A master of boxing skills?"

"Is this his so-called mastery of boxing skills!?"

"You talk about it, but secretly you use the monster you cultivated to attack me secretly. Do you think you can take my life just like this?"

"It can only be said that he overestimated his ability and underestimated the true strength of the virtual realm spiritualist."

The corners of Yan Rong's eyes twitched slightly, and a bright light suddenly burst out between his hands.

boom!

Several monsters hit it hard, and their bodies shattered into countless small pieces without any warning.

Blood flowed down.

Mixed with rainwater, it quickly dyed a large area of ​​the ground red.

Yan Rong took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Adjusting the slightly chaotic aura after the burst of spiritual power.

At the same time, he was observing the situation on the other side.

When that person appeared just now, she instinctively sensed the danger coming.

Therefore, preparations had already begun when the two of them were talking. What they wanted was to catch them by surprise, to attack them unprepared, and preferably to have the effect of killing them with one blow.

But as the green light fell.

Dense vines surrounded and killed them.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a little regretful.

It seems that the killer should not be killed, but the other person should be spared his life, so that we can find out what kind of mastermind is hidden behind him.

Suddenly, without warning, there was a soft click.

It came from the depths of the cage-like green vines.

Yan Rong frowned slightly and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Immediately afterwards, there was a continuous clicking sound.

In an instant, the vines were broken, the green ring was shattered, and everything was wiped out in front of that raised fist.

"Since the mastery of boxing skills..."

Unknowingly, these words flashed through Yan Rong's mind again.

But at this moment, she no longer had the suspicion and contempt she had before, but was replaced by deep solemnity and tremendous pressure.

"If it was the power of a virtual realm spiritualist just now, I would be a little disappointed."

Wei Tao withdrew his fist and said slowly and calmly, "If this continues, Miss Yan Rong should be able to go down and meet her brother soon."

As the voice fell, he moved his toes slightly, about to take a step forward.

But it stopped at the last moment without warning.

He slowly turned his head and looked towards the dark night.

There was some inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.

"Void Messenger?"

He sighed softly, his tone full of surprise.