Chapter 1689： : Willows are dark and flowers are bright, set off to cross the river

After explaining his plan to the shadow, Li Chengfeng continued to stay in the room, practicing the weird moves in the magic arts that day.

But he can't do it no matter what, the angle and strength of his moves are always a little bit worse.

"What's wrong?"

Li Chengfeng had no choice but to stop temporarily and think carefully about what went wrong.

With his comprehension and physical fitness, he practiced Xuanyuan Sword Jue very quickly, so why didn't he get it this time.

At this time, the night was dark, and the moonlight shone through the window of the room on the floor of the room, like silver frost.

He paced back and forth in the room alone, still unable to figure out why.

Just as Li Chengfeng was thinking, there was a slight noise outside the station room, and he immediately became vigilant.

The moves that he couldn't practice just now seemed like he was born with it.

The front of the fist was slow and precise, and the punch hit the position where the sound was made just now.

"Master! It's me!"

Just when the punch was about to hit the forehead of the person outside the door, a clear voice sounded.

Only now did Li Chengfeng see clearly that the person outside the door was Jiao Min who was holding a parchment map.

"It's so late at night, why are you looking for me in my room?"

Jiao Min was also quite frightened, the strong wind from that fist hit her in the face just now.

If Li Chengfeng hadn't stopped in time, I'm afraid she wouldn't even have a chance to speak out, and she would have died on the spot.

She quickly shook the parchment in her hand.

"My lord, I've already changed the map, so I want you to take a quick look at it!"

Li Chengfeng nodded slightly, fortunately he noticed that the people outside the room had no internal strength, otherwise Jiao Min would be killed on the spot.

"In the future, if there is anything to do, go directly to the shadow!"

He didn't talk nonsense, took the parchment map from Jiao Min's hand, and returned to the room.

Jiao Min watched Li Chengfeng return to the room, the cold sweat on his back had already soaked his clothes.

Although Li Chengfeng didn't use his full strength just now, he is the strongest warrior in the Heavenly Human Realm after all.

That punch really made Jiao Min feel the fear of facing death.

She quickly turned her head and staggered back to her room, sitting on the bed shivering for a long time without recovering.

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Li Chengfeng returned to the room, put the parchment aside, and carefully recalled the feeling of the move just now.

He only used 10% of his strength for the punch just now. If he didn't stop the punch, the whole building over there might collapse.

"I made a move just now, without any thought at all, but came out instead."

"Could it be that only by completely emptying the mind can one be able to practice the boxing techniques of the Heavenly Demon Art?"

Li Chengfeng watched his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and completely relaxed his mind. All he could think about was the moves from that day's magic arts.

I saw his horse step gradually descending, his body twisted to a very strange angle, and he punched the wall of the room.

For a moment, the other people in the station only felt that the whole building was shocked, and they all poked their heads out of the room to check the situation.

"What happened? Did someone transport the black powder and blow it up?"

"It's possible that the noise just now was so loud that it woke me up in fright."

"Is there someone smuggling black fire? We are an official station here!"

No one knew that it was only Li Chengfeng's light punch that made such a movement, without using any internal force at all.

Looking at the shattered wall in front of him, Li Chengfeng's eyes showed excitement.

The physical skills in Tianmojue are more weird and changeable than the three skills of fist, palm and leg, and the strength and impact are not the same.

Now he, the demon, has only just stepped into the sixth death spot, if he goes further in the future, what kind of grand scene will it be?

Li Chengfeng sat down cross-legged with longing for the future in his heart, and continued to practice the Heavenly Demon Art.

Until Li Ling hurried over with his hands, he saw a collapsing gun and Li Chengfeng who was practicing at a glance.

"what's going on?"

Everyone in the Fengzi Legion looked at each other in blank dismay, looking at the scene in front of them for a long time in disbelief.

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In the early morning of the next day, Shadow returned to the inn wearing a cloak full of dew.

Looking at the wall that was blown away in front of him, Shadow was also a little puzzled.

"Did I go to the wrong place? I remember that there was a wall here yesterday?"

When he saw Li Chengfeng from the collapsed wall, he paced into the room.

"Reporting to the Eighth Prince, this is the specific information of all officials in Lingnan."

Li Chengfeng nodded repeatedly, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Thanks a lot!"

"Serving for the Eighth Prince, I will die!" Shadow bowed again.

"What's the situation in Lingnan? Are those people still gathered there?"

"The people in Lingnan are still there, but one thing is strange, they seem to be buying grain in large quantities."

"This group of people has a lot of plans, we'd better get rid of them as soon as possible!" There was a hint of worry in Shadow's eyes.

I don't know how much this group of people has infiltrated into Lingnan officialdom.

If these people want to rebel, it will be difficult to deal with them.

"Don't worry, these people can't make waves."

"Notify Li Ling and the others, we can almost leave!"

Li Chengfeng didn't care, he had absolute confidence in the Musketeers.

So what about the Turks, they were still defeated by the Musketeers and Seven Killers, not to mention these local hooligans.

The group set off again, leaving the station and heading straight to the Yongzhou River Wharf.

In less than two quarters of an hour, a group of people came to the riverside. At this time, the pier was crowded with people.

"Look for a big ship, and say that we are a caravan coming and going, and we want to charter a ship to Ezhou."

Li Chengfeng looked at the people on the boat by the river, turned sideways and said to the shadow beside him.

"Yes, young master!" Shadow agreed and hurried forward, arriving at a nice big boat by the river.

As soon as he boarded the boat, Shadow noticed something was wrong.

Why is there a strong and inferior aroma on this ship? What kind of people did this boat bring before, where did it come from?

Just when he was hesitating a middle-aged man walked out of the cabin and came to the shadow.

"My lord, are you here to rent a boat? Our boat is not going out of the river today, you should go to other places to ask!"

The middle-aged man took out the white towel around his waist and kept wiping the sweat on his forehead, and greeted him with a smile on his face.

However, Shadow sensed something was wrong. This man was exerting force on his shoulders, and one of his hands was always placed next to the dagger at his waist.

And when the river wind blew away the aroma, there was a faint smell of blood in it.

Now is the best time of the day to leave the boat. If these people don't do the business delivered to their door, there must be something wrong.

Thinking of this, Shadow quietly slipped a pair of daggers from his long sleeves, ready to strike at any time.

At this moment, Li Chengfeng's voice came faintly.

"Boater, we have an urgent matter. If you offer fifty taels of silver, you can help me take a trip to Lingnan!"

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