Late at night.
Li Qing's ghost-like figure flashed out of the No. 1 Heaven Room.
He saw Bai Yutang sitting on a stone roller in the backyard of Tongfu Inn, looking at the sky and sighing.
"System, scan."
Seeing his appearance, Li Qing was delighted and immediately activated the system scan.
In the next second, Bai Yutang's information appeared on the system interface.
White Jade Soup: Stealing the Holy Spirit.
[Realm: Early Connate]
[Martial arts: Sunflower Acupoint Hand, Wind-Chasing Wave Body Technique.]
[Weapon: None]
He scanned the martial arts and began to fuse them…
In a moment, he had already comprehended the Sunflower Acupoint Pressing Hand and the Wind Chasing Sun Chasing Body Technique.
He didn't expect the timid God Thief Bai Yutang to be a Xiantian expert.
Li Qing smiled slightly and exerted strength in his hand. The Sunflower Acupoint Pressing Hand directly pointed at Bai Yutang, who was lamenting his fate, in the air.
Instantly, Bai Yutang's entire body froze. He was powerless and lay on the stone roller, leaving only his two eyes darting around.
"Ugh…"
His eyes were filled with fear as he watched a black shadow flash past his eyes and quickly disappear.
"Ghost!"
A muffled groan rang out in Bai Yutang's heart, scaring him so much that he lost two and a half of his three souls.
After pouring the white jade soup, Li Qing's figure left the Tongfu Inn.
A few minutes later, he appeared where the cold wind was.
This was the magistrate's office of Qixia Town.
Those innocent girls were locked up in the yamen prison.
Li Qing's entire body blended into the environment as he strode into the yamen.
The guards on duty couldn't find him at all.
After a while, he arrived at a side hall.
Li Qing could feel a strong, fierce, and sinister aura in the room before him.
He sent his Spiritual Energy into the room and saw a young man in his thirties sitting cross-legged in the room. He was cultivating with his eyes closed.
Looking at his appearance, it was the same as Guo Furong's description. He was the only red-clothed constable in Qixia Town, Leng Feng.
What surprised him was that Leng Feng was actually an early-stage martial grandmaster expert.
No wonder he dared to capture so many beauties and offend so many Jianghu forces. He was originally a great expert.
"Interesting. I didn't expect my first opponent to be a martial grandmaster.”
Li Qing was interested.
He was now a middle-stage great grandmaster, a minor realm higher than Leng Feng.
Ever since he came to this world, he had not had the chance to see the elegant demeanor of an expert. Today, he had finally copied it.
He discovered the mutant and began scanning.
The scanning system automatically activated, and Leng Feng's information was displayed on the system interface.
Cold Wind: Seven Heroic Guards, the red-clothed constable.
[Realm: early-stage great grandmaster]
[Martial arts: Twenty-two swords, fourteen deadly swords, Northern Dark Divine Art.] Pulse Severing Technique.
[Weapon: Deathly Sword]
[Peak martial arts detected. Reward: 15 years of pure internal energy. Begin fusion…]
"D * mn, who is this guy? You actually learned so many absolute arts."
After reading Leng Feng's message, Li Qing could not help but sigh at how awesome this guy was.
If he hadn't appeared, this guy would have been the main character (despising narcissism).
The 22nd Sword was the ultimate technique of the old Sword Saint in the Wind and Cloud, second only to the nameless Myriad Returning Swords.
There was also the Life-Taking Fourteen Swords, which was also the ultimate skill of Yan Thirteen. In the end, he had comprehended the Life-Taking Fifteen Swords, which had amazing lethality.
The most powerful was still the Northern Dark Divine Art, the ultimate technique of Xiao Yao Palace. Legend had it that it could bring people back to life.
There was also the Meridian Severing Technique. It was a sinister secret technique that could cut off a martial artist's meridians and acupoints, causing them to instantly lose the ability to resist.
He wondered where this fellow came from to actually learn so many ultimate techniques.
Unfortunately, the Northern Dark Divine Art still did not meet the requirements of the scanning system.
After the scan, Li Qing's body emitted a wave of heat that rushed towards the Heaven and Earth Bridges, and finally melted into the path of the War God Catalog.
His strength had increased by quite a bit.
It would not take long for him to reach the late-stage grandmaster realm.
There were also the 22 swords and the 13 deadly swords. At this moment, he instantly understood the Northern Dark Divine Art and became his ultimate art.
"Who is it?"
Just as Li Qing was fusing his internal strength, Leng Feng, who was cultivating in Fang Zheng's room, suddenly had a pair of eyes that were like lightning.
With a cold shout, he flew out of the window with a sharp killing intent.
However, there was a blurry figure standing outside. It was impossible to tell if it was a man or a woman.
"Who are you? How dare you barge into the yamen at night.”
Leng Feng stared at Li Qing, and with a sword hum, a sword Qi cut through the darkness and slashed towards Li Qing.
In an instant, Li Qing's blurry figure was cut in half by him.
In the next second, his two halves actually merged into a human figure again.
"Hehe, you are Leng Feng. I think you are more daring.”
Li Qing chuckled and controlled his voice to spread around.
"You're playing tricks. Die, Sword 22.”
Leng Feng seemed to know that Li Qing was not to be trifled with. He immediately used the Twenty-two Swords ultimate skill. The Deathly Sword in his hand emitted a cold light. The sword intent that it emitted carried a destructive force that wanted to cut Li Qing into pieces.
"Your strength isn't enough.”
Seeing Leng Feng use Sword Twenty-Two, Li Qing unleashed his ultimate technique from the Catalog of War Gods. A powerful spiritual energy instantly enveloped the area within a radius of dozens of feet around the two of them.
In a trance, Leng Feng felt his vision darken. Then, as if someone had kicked him in the chest, he flew into the room.
"Pfft."
The cold wind slammed into the room and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Damn it!"
He wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked down at his chest. He saw a large footprint on his chest.
"Ah, damn it."
……
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