Simulation of all things: Copper skin and iron bones at the beginning

The sounds of whips coming and going.

The middle-aged woman's body was soon covered with bruises, and her men all lowered their heads and trembled.

The leader watched all this indifferently.

Little did he know that there was a tear-filled gaze hiding in a corner not far away, taking in all their cruelty.

"Isn't it inappropriate for you to treat a decent woman like this?" Suddenly, a voice came out of nowhere.

"..."

Everyone turned their heads and looked outside the gate.

Then I saw a middle-aged man with a slightly weathered complexion appearing there at some point.

"you……"

The middle-aged woman recognized at a glance that the middle-aged man was Zhang Sanqiao.

Wei An is here!

He glanced at the scene inside the gate. Twenty-two people from the Dihu Gang came, one of whom was an old acquaintance.

Huo Zhiping!

However, Huo Zhiping couldn't recognize him.

Wei An walked forward on his own and soon saw the landlady.

The poor middle-aged woman had been injured and was miserable.

If he didn't show up to stop her, according to the results of the last simulation, today would actually be her death day.

Among the people kneeling on the ground, Chen Wanyi was not seen.

However, Wei An kept staring at the dyeing workshop and knew that Chen Wanyi should be hiding somewhere before she could leave.

"who are you?"

Anyone who dares to meddle in such a situation should not be underestimated. The leader narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his sword to point at Wei An.

Wei An held the sword in his hand and asked without answering: "Who are you?"

The leader was sure to answer all questions and said with a ferocious smile: "Uncle, I will change my name or my surname if I want to, but the Dihu Gang will congratulate Yuzeng!"

"Nobody, never heard of it."

"伱!"

He Yuzeng suddenly became angry and ordered: "Take it down!"

Suddenly, twenty of his men moved, shifted positions, and quickly surrounded Wei An.

These people are all warriors!

Eighteen ninth-grade, two eighth-grade!

Wei An's face was calm and he slowly unsheathed his sword.

Almost as soon as the sword blade left the scabbard, a person behind Wei An suddenly attacked him.

"White lotus knot!"

The opponent was at the eighth level, and he used the second form of the White Lotus Sword Technique. The sword was fierce and the attack was fierce, giving people the feeling of succeeding in one blow.

Wei An tilted his head, as if there were eyes on the back of his head, and moved half a step to the left to avoid the man's sword. At the same time, the sword tip was reversed and thrust out like a carbine.

puff!

The man behind him was impartial and bumped into Wei An's long sword, stabbing him through the stomach.

"Uh!"

The man's face was full of shock. He didn't expect that he would die so useless, as if his killing move was completely seen through by the other party.

Wei An casually killed an eighth-grade man. This scene made everyone present feel chilly.

A dignified eighth-grade man died too quickly. The winner was decided in the blink of an eye. It was so scary!

"kill!"

The next moment, four people attacked from different directions at the same time, besieging them from front to back, left and right, making it difficult for them to fly.

"Your White Lotus Sword Technique is too poorly practiced." Wei An looked relaxed and displayed his Qing Gong with flying grace.

The four men with four swords attacked in all directions, seemingly without any blind spots. However, Wei An kept moving, like a butterfly flying through a flower, with graceful movements, dodging every one of their swords.

Puff puff puff!

Wei An drew his sword four times in a row, slicing the neck, beheading, piercing the chest, and piercing the eyes. In the blink of an eye, four more corpses appeared on the ground.

The world suddenly heard the sound of gasping for air.

"Who are you and why do you know the White Lotus Sword Technique?" He Yuzeng was not a fool and quickly saw the clues.

Wei An raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said coldly: "Don't worry, it will be your turn soon."

"How brave!" He Yuzeng choked and shouted: "Everyone come together and kill him!"

Fifteen figures started to move together, their sword shadows flying in a mess, as if they were about to hack Wei An to death.

Wei An took a deep breath and moved his sword according to his heart. Suddenly, dozens of sword shadows appeared around him. The sword shadows were densely arranged and faintly formed into petals of flowers.

At first glance, it looks like a blooming lotus!

And Wei An is impressively located at the center of the lotus!

"The white lotus blooms!"

The third form of the White Lotus Sword Technique, a sword technique that only seventh-grade warriors can perform, exploded at this moment.

Puff puff!

The fifteen people who rushed up felt like they had been thrown into a meat grinder, being strangled mercilessly by sword shadows.

All fifteen people flew backwards, and pieces of limbs and broken arms flew up in the air, as well as a lot of blood.

"Ah!"

Screams followed immediately.

The smell of blood quickly spread, some people were cut off at the waist, some had an arm broken, and some had their heads moved and were killed on the spot.

There were a few people who were lucky enough not to die, but they were all injured, with one or more scars on their bodies and blood flowing freely.

"Seventh grade!"

"You are actually seventh grade!!"

He Yuzeng turned pale with shock, his expression astonished to the extreme, "Not only are you proficient in White Lotus Sword Technique, you are also a seventh-grade master!"

He Yuzeng knew all the seventh-grade warriors in Baishui City.

Moreover, the White Lotus Sword Technique is the unique skill of the Dihu Gang. There are not many people who can practice the White Lotus Sword Technique to the seventh level, and He Yuzeng is one of them.

This circle is too small and everyone knows each other.

However, He Yuzeng had never met Wei An, and a terrible idea emerged in his mind.

"Could it be that you are from the White Lotus Sect?"

he asked hesitantly.

White Lotus Sword Technique is actually the inherited martial arts of the White Lotus Sect.

The Dihu Gang attached themselves to the White Lotus Sect, and only then did they obtain the content of the previous sixth-grade skills.

Wei An smiled crookedly and replied, "What do you think?"

Then, he ignored the situation and killed one person with one sword and one person with ten steps.

Soon, all twenty of He Yuzeng's men were stunned.

"Gulu!"

The person who swallowed his saliva was none other than Huo Zhiping. He was completely dumbfounded. He never expected that an evil star would appear here and dare to go against the Dihu Gang.

But the opponent's strength was terrifying, far superior to him.

"How to do?"

Huo Zhiping tightened the reins and glanced at He Yuzeng. As he was riding on the horse, he had only one thought at the moment, which was to escape.

He Yuzeng's face was also extremely ugly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Just now, Wei An performed White Lotus Bloom, which was exquisite and exquisite. He had clearly practiced this third posture to perfection.

"The strength is greater than mine!" He Yuzeng also had the idea of ​​​​escape in his mind, just at the moment of hesitation.

puff!

Huo Zhiping's head jerked back, a bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows, a big hole appeared in the back of his head, and brains splattered out.

Bang! Huo Zhiping fell off his horse and fell heavily to the ground, dying.

"Ah this!"

He Yuzeng was stunned. When he looked again, Wei An raised his left hand and pointed his index finger forward, aiming exactly at Huo Zhiping's head.

"This is the Chonglouxuan Zhijian?!"

In an instant, He Yuzeng's heart was beating with fear, and an expression of uncontrollable horror appeared on his face.

"Hero, I have something to say."

He Yuzeng immediately got off his horse and hid on the side of the horse's back to prevent Wei An from tapping him too.

"I am the son of He Deyan, the elder of the Dihu Gang. If you kill me, think clearly about the consequences." He shouted.

Wei An sneered and said speechlessly: "I even dare to kill Huo Xuanying's son Huo Zhiping, why don't I dare to kill you?"

"What, do you know Huo Zhiping?" He Yuzeng's heart skipped a beat, his expression changed drastically, and then he ran away without even thinking about it and pounced on the middle-aged woman.

He grabbed the middle-aged woman and put the sword edge on her neck.

"Don't move or I'll kill her!"