"Where are we going?"

"If you go to Guazhou City, you might be able to find Wang Yangzong. He should know more about the inside story of the martial arts tournament than others."

Chen Ziang and Zhou Meier also left the empty hillock and rushed all the way to Guazhou City. At the martial arts competition, there were many people and Chen Ziang had many questions. He wanted to ask Wang Yangzong for a long time, but he never had the chance. The conference was over.

, now is the time to visit Tiejiaomen and get acquainted with this famous figure in the northwest.

For more than a hundred miles, the two of them ran quickly using Qinggong. Seeing that it was almost dusk, Chen Ziang suddenly stopped and said, "Did you smell anything?" Zhou Mei'er also stopped and said, "It seems to smell like blood."

The two of them searched as they moved forward, and a series of footprints appeared in front of them. It was obvious that someone was passing by. As they walked further, the footprints became a little messy, and they saw more than ten corpses lying in the snow!

Zhou Meier was surprised and said, "Isn't this a disciple of the Iron Foot Sect?" Chen Ziang looked at the footprints around him and said, "Strange, who dares to oppose the Iron Foot Sect in the northwest? These disciples all returned to the city with the headmaster Wang and his wife, who

Are you capable of killing them?"

"Although these footprints are scattered, there are no traces of violent fighting. Could it be that the people of Tiejiaomen have become cattle and sheep to be slaughtered?" Chen Ziang shook his head repeatedly.

Zhou Meier said: "Maybe they took the drug and were unable to resist?" Chen Ziang said: "Maybe. Anything can happen."

None of these people were killed by weapons. Chen Ziang tore open the cotton clothes of a corpse and discovered the bright red palm prints on the back of the deceased. "Cinnabar Palm!" This is the martial arts of the Shaolin Temple. Could it be that the murderer was a Shaolin disciple? Chen Ziang opened several corpses in succession.

Marks of cinnabar palms were found on their chests or backs.

When Huaiyi was captured in Jinwan the year before last, Huaiyi used Cinnabar Palm. Huaiyi’s Cinnabar Palm was passed down by Qiu Shenkei, but Qiu Shenkei was Shenxiu’s disciple. Could it be that the murderer was also a disciple of Shenxiu’s Shaolin sect?

Look at this palm power, it's much more advanced than Huaiyi's Kung Fu.

Is it possible that there are still masters who have been lurking in the martial arts tournament without showing up, but suddenly killed more than ten disciples of the Iron Foot Sect on the way back to the city?

At this time, the sky had turned dark. There was no snow, and the bright moon appeared in the night sky, illuminating the earth with a silvery white color. Chen Ziang thought deeply: "Mei'er, we should disguise ourselves and investigate in secret." Zhou Mei'er said with a smile: "Then,

Let’s be brother and sister this time.”

***

After the martial arts tournament ended, the inns in Guazhou City were suddenly filled with people. Many martial arts people stayed overnight and then dispersed in all directions from Guazhou.

In the inn, the guests finished their mutton soup and started to leave one after another. Candles were lit in the lobby, and the light was dim. Only a strong man with a strong body was left. A pair of brothers and sisters from the countryside were sitting in the corner, leaning against the window.

Sitting. The strong man wore a seven-foot long whip around his waist. He looked carefully at everyone who entered the lobby, and then showed a disappointed expression.

Who is he waiting for?

The door curtain opened again, and a dignified and powerful old man walked in, but his face looked haggard. The old man saw the strong man at a glance, walked closer and said, "Brother Wanyan, you have been waiting for a long time." Wanyan Huaren hurriedly asked the old man to sit down.

He came down and said: "Master Wang, I thought you wouldn't come."

Wang Yangzong sighed: "All the people participating in the competition have not left yet. I came early to avoid attracting attention." Wanyan Huaren nodded and said: "Yeah, who would have thought that this competition would make us two old buddies itchy all over.

!Alas!" He said, with a hint of hatred in his eyes.

The mustache at the corner of Wang Yangzong's mouth twitched, and he said in as calm a voice as possible: "On the way back, more than ten disciples of the Iron Foot Sect were killed by others. My wife and I just followed behind and made a promise, so this man took it easy.
Chapter completed!