I practiced with a cheat

As soon as the voice fell, a man came to Zhou Heng's practice room.

This man looked to be in his twenties, handsome, with narrow eyes, and a strangely pale face. He was wearing a blue shirt with white clouds embroidered on it.

He strode forward, as if he regarded this place as his own backyard. He glanced over Pei Luoshu and landed on Zhou Heng. He grinned and said, "Are you Zhou Heng, the 'Purple Lightning Blade'? I heard that you are the sixth generation of the Pure Yang Palace, and the junior brother of that old bastard Yan Shouyi?"

Zhou Heng ignored him and quickly came to Yu He's side. He put his palm on Yu He's back, and a stream of innate internal energy surged out, helping him to dredge the disordered qi and blood and treat his injuries at the same time.

The man was ruthless and kicked Yu He in the heart. Four or five of his ribs were broken and his internal organs were shattered. If he hadn't had some kung fu foundation, he would have died on the spot.

But even if he didn't die now, if no one treated him and he couldn't stabilize his body condition, he would still die within a quarter of an hour.

"You are a true disciple of Yunxiao Tiangong?!" Pei Luoshu recognized the man's attire and said in disbelief: "Wearing sect clothes and not hiding your identity at all, the officials of Huangtong Prefecture City didn't stop you?"

"Stop me? Do they dare?" The man chuckled and said, "My master is outside the city. Whoever dares to stop me, my master will enter the city."

"What's your name?" Zhou Heng temporarily healed Yu He's injuries and let him sleep on the futon. He stood up and looked at the man.

"A dying person doesn't need to know my name." The man smiled and said, "You only need to know that if you kill my dog, you will have to bear my anger and pay the debt with your life!"

Boom!

His feet shook violently, and the whole person burst out like an arrow from a string, and actually rushed directly to Zhou Heng, clapping his palms in succession, raising bursts of strong winds, making the air around him hiss.

The momentum of this attack was so great, as if a storm had fallen from the sky, tearing everything in the world apart, and shaking the entire training room.

"Zhao Yanlie is performing the martial arts "Cloud Suspended Palm" [Secret Sixth Grade]. You can feel his palm technique, and your proficiency is +0.1."

Secret Sixth Grade Martial Arts!

One of its characteristics is that when performing it, it can draw the power of heaven and earth to a certain extent, and launch an attack that exceeds the limit of the human body, which is extremely powerful.

Zhou Heng frowned, because Zhao Yanlie's palm did not produce that effect.

But his cultivation level has obviously reached the peak of the seventh grade, and he can show the level of internal and external manifestation, so he is not unable to perform it.

This means that his palm has another purpose.

However, no matter what Zhao Yanlie's next move is, Zhou Heng is not interested in countering it.

Now he is not competing.

He wants to kill people.

Boom!

Suddenly, thunder exploded from Zhou Heng's palm, and the golden thunder fell on Zhao Yanlie, causing his body to stagnate suddenly and his movements to slow down for a moment.

Boom!

Then there were thunders again, and Zhou Heng's palm had a long sword with purple lightning interwoven in it. It chopped down towards Zhao Yanlie like a divine punishment from the god of thunder!

Winter thunder!

In an instant, the purple lightning wrapped around Zhao Yanlie, causing him to tremble uncontrollably. Then the purple lightning blade also fell, splitting him in half.

But when the sword was chopped down, no blood splashed out, and there was no feeling of cutting flesh and bones, as if the sword was not chopped by a real person.

But it was a cloud of gas!

"Good swordsmanship! The purple lightning sword is well-deserved!" Zhao Yanlie circled behind Zhou Heng at some point, and the inner scene was revealed, and a layer of light clouds distorted Zhou Heng's vision.

At the same time, he put his five fingers together to form a cone and stabbed Zhou Heng's lower back.

Cloud-breaking Cone!

This is a seventh-grade martial art, but it is extremely fast and very practical in close combat. Zhou Heng didn't seem to react and was directly stabbed in the lower back.

"Not good!" Pei Luoshu saw that the situation was not good and was about to help.

But then he saw that the "Zhou Heng" who was stabbed suddenly became blurry, and turned into a paper man with a bang. The paper man was pierced by Zhao Yanlie's hand cone and fell into pieces.

Wood escape technique!

The real Zhou Heng flashed to Zhao Yanlie's side in an instant, clenched his fingers into a fist, bursting with golden light, and smashed forward!

Gripping the golden hammer!

Boom!

The golden light flashed, and the golden fist hit Zhao Yanlie's body fiercely, instantly smashing his body into pieces, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

"Congratulations! You defeated Zhao Yanlie, an equally matched enemy. Lucky bag [Silver] +1."

But as a cloud of light flashed by, the body of the true disciple of the first evil sect of Daqi disappeared without a trace.

The whole training room returned to peace again.

Except for the seriously injured Yu He who was still lying on the ground, it was as if Zhao Yanlie had never been there.

"It's a death scapegoat." Zhou Heng knew very well that his move of holding the golden hammer had killed Zhao Yanlie just now. In this case, he still left with the body wrapped up, which was probably the effect of the death scapegoat.

"Master Zhou, are you okay?" Meng Xing led people to work over. He was relieved to find that Zhou Heng was intact. He looked around with a puzzled look.

Where is Zhao Yanlie?

Since Zhao Yanlie entered the city, he led people to follow and check behind him, ready to fight at any time, but he didn't expect Zhao Yanlie to go straight to Longxing Martial Arts Hall, and he didn't catch up for a while.

He saw Zhao Yanlie come in with his own eyes.

"Master, that... Where is Zhao Yanlie?" Meng Xing asked in confusion.

"I beat him to death, but he used a death talisman to escape." Zhou Heng said calmly: "Captain Meng, do you know why he came here?"

Zhao Yanlie's arrival confused him.

It was simply inexplicable.

"Master, do you still remember that when we entered the city, you helped us capture a villain from Canxia Pavilion?" Meng Xing said in a deep voice: "Canxia Pavilion is a subordinate sect of Yunxiao Tiangong, so we suspect that Zhao Yanlie came here to save the face of the Canxia Pavilion disciples who were arrested..."

"How did the interrogation of that person go?" Zhou Heng asked.

"... This, to be ashamed, he committed suicide before we had time to interrogate that person." Meng Xing sighed and said: "And the way he died was very strange, and his expression was horrified, as if he had seen something extremely terrible."

"Just now, that person did say that Zhou Heng killed his dog, and he was talking about the people from Canxia Pavilion." Pei Luoling thought.

"I'm afraid not." Pei Luoshu shook his head and said gloomily: "Yunxiao Tiangong is the first evil sect in Daqi, and there are countless subordinate sects like Canxia Pavilion.

"Even if one is completely wiped out, with their style of doing things, they may not come out to avenge it, especially Zhou Heng's identity is extraordinary, and what Zhao Yanlie said is mostly just a cover-up.

"And this is the capital city, an important place of the court. It is a taboo for evil disciples to come in blatantly. He even said that his master is outside the city, which is even more strange. This is a slap in the face of the prefect of the prefecture."

The prefect of Pingzhou County in Daqi is his and Pei Luoling's father, Pei Hongdao, a top-level fourth-rank.

Pei Luoshu's meaning is very clear. Zhao Yanlie is so blatantly coming in as an evil disciple, and his master is still outside the city to support him. It is clear that he is going to offend a top-level fourth-rank.

The purpose is just to avenge a seventh-rank warrior from a subordinate sect, just to save such a trivial face?

It's impossible!

Unless the master and the disciple are both idiots.

They don't care about gains and losses at all.

"Who is Zhao Yanlie's master, and what level of martial arts is he?" Zhou Heng asked in astonishment.

"It's Yunxiao Palace's fortune-transferring god Zhong Xinghai, a fifth-level master." Meng Xing is very familiar with the information of these evil sects, and said: "He practiced Yunxiao Palace's fourth-level unique skill "Misfortune Reduction Method", and refined the "Misfortune Dharma Body". His methods are weird and his strength is quite strong. He once defeated two masters with one palm."

Yunxiao Palace is good at the martial arts of the luck type, and the methods are very weird and mysterious. Misfortune Reduction Method is just one of the unique skills related to misfortune. When practiced to the peak, you can condense the misfortune Dharma body or the disaster Dharma body, and get a glimpse of the misfortune road.

"Zong Wupin... OK." Zhou Heng nodded slightly, and then said: "Captain Meng, you should check other places first. If I am right, both Zhao Yanlie and Zhong Xinghai are probably just attracting attention.

"The people who really want to do something may have already sneaked in secretly."

"What? ! "Meng Xing's face changed when he heard this, and he came back to his senses in an instant, figuring out the problem. Since Zhao Yanlie and Zhong Xinghai's behavior was so abnormal, it probably meant that they actually had other purposes.

In fact, both he and the Palace Master Wu Zongshan should have thought of this earlier.

But the arrival of a fifth-grade master from Yunxiao Palace without any warning immediately made the entire city feel like they were facing a great enemy, and the spirit was tense, and it was not enough to think so much in this short time of less than half a quarter of an hour.

-From Zhong Xinghai and Zhao Yanlie appearing in front of Huangtong City, to Zhao Yanlie rushing into the training room of Longxing Martial Arts Hall, and then to Meng Xing's arrival, the time before and after was only half a quarter of an hour.

"Thank you for the reminder, Taoist priest, I will report to the Palace Master now." Meng Xing hurriedly bowed and said goodbye, and left with his people in a hurry.

"After I settle Yu He, I will go over to take a look. "Zhou Heng said.

At the same time, he moved his mind slightly and used a projection card.

...

Outside the city of Huangtong Prefecture.

A middle-aged man wearing a black robe and a golden crown stood at the gate of the city, exuding an extremely dark aura. He was the transport god Zhong Xinghai of Yunxiao Palace.

Wu Zongshan stood on the city wall, ready to take action at any time to prevent this evil master from suddenly attacking.

Zhong Xinghai smiled and looked relaxed, as if he just came here to see the scenery.

Suddenly.

A cloud of light flashed beside him, and Zhao Yanlie walked out of the cloud, intact.

"Master, I have found it clearly."

...

At the same time, in the center of the ruins of Ledianfang.

There stood a man in a white cloak whose face could not be seen clearly. He looked around and chuckled: "This level is just right, just enough for Master.

"In this way, the evil thing given to Zhu Wucai is not a waste."