When they turned their heads, the two little guys carrying large and small bags had already run to the yard.

"Why are you out?"

An Qisheng frowned.

"Master, let's run away! Nanliang City is so dangerous. How long has it been since so many people come to kill us."

Jiang Tingting is pitiful.

She was so scared that she died last time.

"Yeah yeah."

Zhang Haohao nodded repeatedly, looking at An Qisheng's bulging Taoist robe, very worried:

"This person is so rich, he wouldn't be a thief. If it weren't for the thief, we would have been arrested."

"Okay, take the things back. Who said we are going to run away?"

An Qisheng's expression is quiet:

"You forgot, Master, I am seriously injured. The captain from the Six Gates can testify. This person is not something that Master, I can kill."

Although Zhao Qiandu died quickly, this person is a master who has already entered the internal training. His internal strength may not be as deep as that of Wang Quan Dao Ren before, but with one knife in his hand, his combat power will be even greater.

Did he, a sick man, kill him?

"ah?"

The two little guys were dumbfounded, looking at their master as if they were looking at a monster.

Can this still be done?

"Ahem."

An Qisheng coughed lightly and his body suddenly became hunched.

The two little guys widened their eyes, watching the rosy on their master's face disappear and become sallow and gray, and their bright eyes become unsightly and turbid.

The already tight skin suddenly became loose again.

In the blink of an eye, he turned into a dying sick old man.

If a great boxer above the Xuanxing Transformation Power sees it, he will know that this is a life-saving method of internal martial arts. Once it is activated, no matter the heartbeat, pulse, or even the peristalsis of the internal organs, it will fall to the bottom.

Although this method is not perfect, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can see through.

At least, it is absolutely impossible for someone to see through his hiding in Nanliang County.

Even if Tieshan used his internal strength to investigate again, he could only see that his injuries had improved, but he could not have the ability to kill the internal refining.

This plan was confirmed immediately when he was murderous.

"Go, go report the case"

An Qisheng pointed at Zhang Haohao weakly.

"oh oh"

Zhang Haohao was a little confused. It was not until An Qisheng said it again that he realized it and ran out in a daze.

"Tingting."

An Qisheng thought about it and took out all the things in his arms:

"Go, wrap these things up and find a safe place to bury them."

"Master, you are so scary."

Jiang Tingting hugged An Qisheng's thighs, and her eyes fell off:

"It's the same as before you."

"Tingting doesn't cry."

Because all the Qi and blood were restrained, the skin was loose and the big hand touched the apprentice's little head. An Qisheng smiled gently:

"Master is pretending, but he hasn't really become like this, don't be afraid."

"Uh-huh"

Jiang Tingting cried for a while before she picked up a bag of gold and silver and ran to the backyard.

"It's OK with this knife."

An Qisheng said regret, but his expression did not change much. He pressed the blade with one arm, and exhaled his strength, and suddenly broke the sharp weapon-level long sword.

The weather is beautiful.

Not long after Zhang Haohao ran to report the case, snowflakes floated from the sky again, and snow white spots decorated the city and landed in the yard of every household.

When the yamen runners in Nanliang City arrived, Zhao Qiandu's already hard body was covered with a thin layer of snow.

Under Zhang Haohao's leadership, the yamen runner walked in and saw An Qisheng, who was hunched over in the yard that looked like a ruin, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Old Taoist Master, why are you again?"

"Ahem"

An Qisheng coughed lightly and was about to speak when a tall figure pushed away the crowd and walked in.
Chapter completed!