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"Is Wuming here?"

When they arrived at the Zhonghua Pavilion, Ling Feng's first words confused the shopkeeper and the waiter.

They had seen people from the Jianghu who came here to test the whereabouts of the nameless people, but they had never seen someone so straight to the point.

Brother, you are the best. You're too lazy to cover up at all, are you?

"There is no namelessness here, you are looking in the wrong place."

The shopkeeper said coldly.

Several waiters in the store had gathered around Ling Feng unknowingly, with their hands pressed under the table.

Ling Feng also knew that they would draw their knives as soon as the shopkeeper gave the order.

"I'm not here to seek revenge. You don't need to be so careful. I just want to bring two pieces of news to exchange for the martial arts myth of the year. Don't worry, it will definitely make him feel that it is worth the money."

"I said, there is no Wuming here. If you keep messing around, I will kick you out!"

The shopkeeper's oil and salt are not coming in."

"Isn't he also interested in knowing the truth about the unknown wife's death? Is it possible that the determination to retire from the world is so strong?"

Ling Feng pretended to leave and left a few words before leaving.

This sentence directly made the shopkeeper's face change drastically!

"stop!"

"Who are you?"

The death of the nameless wife has always been a hurdle in his heart. Almost every day, the martial arts legend can be seen staring at the dead tree in the courtyard.

Everyone knows that he is missing his deceased wife.

His love for his deceased wife No one will ever question feelings.

If what Ling Feng said is true, then he must not be allowed to leave!

"My name is Ling Feng, and my current identity is the deputy gang leader of Tianxiahui!"

Only by pulling the skin of a tiger can you become a banner. Even if Tianxiahui's reputation is not very good, this identity can definitely be taken seriously by anyone!"

"I have never heard of a deputy gang leader in the world, and he is only at the ninth level of Xiantian cultivation. Are you lying?"

The shopkeeper couldn't help but sneered.

He suddenly felt that what Ling Feng just said was nonsense.

Until he saw the three yuan flowing around Ling Feng, and the endless internal energy

"If you don’t know me, then do you know this three-part returning vitality?"

Xiong Ba's unique skill!

After learning the Tianshuang Fist, Cloud Dispelling Palm and Fengshen Kick from the old man San Jue, he merged these three elements into one, so that the vitality will return to the three parts of his life forever!

Even the three disciples of Xiong Ba, It’s just that everyone gets one of them.

Brother, what kind of deputy gang leader are you? You are the illegitimate son of Xiong Ba, right?

The shopkeeper quickly motioned to several waiters to block the door, and at the same time he stepped forward and bowed with fists in his hands.

"I am too blind to recognize Taishan. I wonder if the deputy gang leader of the Tianxiahui is here to miss him. The unknown senior is indeed in the Zhonghua Pavilion. I can take you to see him, but he has withdrawn from the world for many years. I hope the deputy gang leader will not let him go. Bring someone else to bother."

With such identity proof, the authenticity of what Ling Feng said immediately increased a lot!

As long as he really knows the truth about the death of Wuming's wife, it will be worth it even if he takes some risks of identity leakage!

"Don't worry, is it possible that after knowing the real enemy who killed his wife, he can still live in seclusion?"

Ling Feng waved his hands indifferently.

But he didn't expect that Wuming could really endure it!

"You said Pojun killed my wife?"

After the shopkeeper brought Ling Feng to the backyard, Ling Feng also got straight to the point.

After learning the truth, sword energy suddenly appeared around Wuming, and in Ling Feng's eyes, the whole person seemed to have turned into a shocking heavenly sword.!

This is the myth of the martial arts. Is this the top powerhouse in the realm of unity of heaven and man above the Grand Master!

But before Ling Feng could sigh more, the momentum weakened.

"Not ready for revenge?"

Ling Feng asked tentatively.

"Everything is in the past, so what if I took revenge, my wife can't come back."

Wu Ming shook his head slightly.

Ling Feng:"……"

No wonder, otherwise, the villains are busy with their careers, and each of these righteous paths has its own shortcomings!

He thought that if it were him, the graves of the eighteen generations of the Pojun family would have to be dug up and exposed to the sun, so that they could see the sunshine of the world again after hundreds of years. After that, the ashes would have to be spread out. Go to the ditch

"Tell me this news, what do you want?"

Ignoring the change in Lingfeng's expression, Wuming said

"Wan Jian returns to his clan!"

Just kidding, I can't really come here to learn how to play the erhu from you.

Although it's cool to be able to control the geese in the sky when playing the erhu, the primary purpose now is to become stronger!

"How did you learn about my sword sect’s secret knowledge?"

Wu Ming's originally flying thoughts returned instantly.

The return of Wan Jian to the Sword Sect is a secret that is not passed down by the Sword Sect!

Apart from the original members of the Sword Sect, no one else should know about it!

"I even know that Pojun killed your wife. Is it strange to know that Wanjian Guizong exists?"

"This secret book is just a pile of waste paper in your hands. Even if you are extremely talented, you still won't be able to practice it, right? If you are willing to give it to me, I can tell you how to practice."

Lingfeng threw out big cakes one after another.

Who thought Wuming was unmoved at all?

"I have withdrawn from the world for a long time, what is the use of cultivating Ten Thousand Swords and returning to my clan? It's just that this martial arts is a relic left to me by my master, and it must not be passed on to others. I'm sorry, if you have other things you want, as long as I can do it, I can satisfy you, but I can't do this."

Sure enough, all righteous paths have their own faults, and the same is true for martial arts myths.

Fortunately, Ling Feng unexpectedly got another choice outside the city!

"Unnamed senior, I advise you to take a look at this sword before making a decision. Your descendants will inherit your martial arts and your grudges, and they will probably inherit the danger of being targeted, right?"

"You don’t want the heir who has been teaching you for so many years to die inexplicably, right?"

Ling Feng peeled off the layers of oil paper wrapped around the hero's sword, and took off more than a dozen layers of cloth, only then revealing the appearance of the hero's sword.

Wuming:"……"

No wonder he felt something familiar to him the first time he saw this kid!

As long as this kid is wrapped in less than two layers, he can directly sense the heroic sword!

"What did you do to Chen'er?"

"Don't worry, he hasn't passed away yet, but if I can't get Ten Thousand Swords to return to the sect, Wuming Senior, you may have to choose a new successor."