“Heh.”

An Qisheng returned a smile, casually hung up the phone, and leisurely walked towards the second floor.

The experiments in the dream might not affect reality, but he already had an understanding of Ruan Xiuping. This person was in a constant state of anxiety, sensitive and suspicious.

The less he said, the more fear he would feel, and the less he would dare to escape.

Sure enough, in the monitoring room on the second floor, Ruan Xiuping sat with a gloomy expression, watching the hooded man approaching unhurriedly, not daring to act rashly.

Who is this person?

Does he have accomplices outside?

How many people are lying in ambush at the end of the tunnel?

While Ruan Xiuping was lost in thought, An Qisheng slowly pushed open the door and walked in, sitting opposite him with ease and casualness.

As if meeting an old friend, he greeted him without the slightest hostility:

"Ruan Xiuping, from Yue, has been lurking in Da Xuan for twenty years. At first, you were involved in trafficking human organs, and later you got in touch with the Fusang people and became an intelligence dealer..."

"Who are you?"

Ruan Xiuping's body tensed up, highly nervous.

"You still don't know who I am? It seems your intelligence gathering is not very good!"

An Qisheng tapped the table lightly with his fingers, seemingly casual, but in reality, he was vigilant inside.

He sat tentatively, not actually touching the chair, like doing a horse stance, one hand tapping the table, and the other hand holding the edge of the table, ready to explode at any moment.

"Are you a law enforcement martial artist? Or a special operations team?"

Ruan Xiuping's chest heaved, and his hand slowly reached down.

"You still want to struggle?"

An Qisheng lowered his eyelids and said indifferently:

"Do you think the pistol in the hidden compartment of the third drawer on your left is enough for you to escape?"

"You!"

Ruan Xiuping finally couldn't bear it anymore, and with a "whoosh," he pulled open the drawer, about to grab the gun.

Bang!

An Qisheng, who had been waiting for this moment, suddenly exerted force under his feet and stomped hard. The force originated from the ground, and the palm holding the lower edge of the table suddenly lifted upwards, flipping the table to the ground.

Bang~

The files and computers on the table crashed to the ground.

At the same time, the five fingers of his hand that had been tapping the table poked forward, like a tiger pouncing on its prey, and slapped towards Ruan Xiuping's throat.

One foot stomp, one hand lift, one hand advance, this was precisely the Bajiquan's Yingmen Sandian Shou (Welcoming Three Points Hand).

"Ah!"

Ruan Xiuping stumbled from being hit by the table. Before he could stand firm, he felt an itch in his throat.

Seeing An Qisheng's fierce attack, he couldn't help but bend down, his hands passing through the flying documents, his five fingers seeming to open but not, like a chick pecking rice, pecking towards An Qisheng's lower back.

"Heh!"

Looking at the scene he had seen many times in his dream, An Qisheng couldn't help but smile lightly.

His outstretched arm lifted up and bent, and a single elbow suddenly smashed down, heavily hitting Ruan Xiuping's back of the neck.

The Baji elbow was like a spear.

This heavy elbow from top to bottom was like an ancient martial general on a horse using a spear to kill a small soldier from top to bottom.

With a 'crack' sound, Ruan Xiuping's neck was broken in one blow!

"Haa~~~"

Ruan Xiuping's hand had just touched An Qisheng's clothes when he fell to the ground with a thud. His broken neck was folded in half, and his head, connected only by flesh, swung on his back like a leather ball.

His bloodshot eyeballs stared at An Qisheng, dying with lingering resentment.

"Hoo!"

Only after Ruan Xiuping was completely dead did An Qisheng slowly exhale.

Combat killing techniques, the exchange was only in three moves, but the danger involved was only known to himself.

Ruan Xiuping was a fugitive from Yue, skilled in marksmanship. Fortunately, his martial arts were only average. Although he had Ming Jin (manifested force), he was no match for him.

With him being prepared and the other unprepared, he was killed on the spot in two moves.

Bang!

An Qisheng lifted the table and took out a pistol hidden by Ruan Xiuping from the drawer interlayer.

"Unfortunately, it's useless to me."

An Qisheng played with it twice. He had entered Wang Anfeng's dream, so he naturally knew how to use a gun.

It's just that in Da Xuan, carrying a gun makes it difficult to move, and it's not as convenient as fists.

Putting down the gun, after searching hastily and finding nothing, An Qisheng took out his phone and made a call.

"Is it done?"

On the other end of the phone, Wang Zhixuan's voice was a little hoarse.

"Are you injured?"

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

"There's a senior brother in Danzhuang who is an expert. It took a little effort to kill him."

Wang Zhixuan took a deep breath and said calmly:

"The line behind Ruan Xiuping is related to several foreign forces. Don't stay too long, I'll take care of the rest."

An Qisheng agreed and hung up the phone, tidying up slightly.

Afterwards, he came to the front desk, apologetically knocked out the terrified young girl, and deleted all the surveillance footage of himself before walking out of the guesthouse.

At this time, the moon was full in the sky, and the bright moonlight covered the earth.

An Qisheng turned around and glanced at the guesthouse, hurriedly walked into the moonlight, and returned to the hotel.

"You have a murderous aura."

In An Qisheng's room, Feng Mingtao narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing something was wrong.

This was a very subtle feeling. Others might not be able to detect it, but Feng Mingtao keenly felt it.

"Good luck, I saw a fugitive on a wanted list."

An Qisheng said casually, walked into the bathroom, and started to shower.

"So lucky?"

Feng Mingtao raised his eyebrows.

He wandered around for a long time without any gain, but this kid went out for a short while and actually had a harvest?

After washing up, An Qisheng walked out of the bathroom, his aura already calmed down.

Except for true murderers, no one feels happy after killing someone.

The feeling of stifling life was not pleasant for An Qisheng, who had experienced the countdown of life.

"This time to Wudang Mountain, I'm afraid we came in vain."

Feng Mingtao sighed.

"What's wrong?"

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

"Do you know who took on the task of killing Mu Longcheng?"

Feng Mingtao glanced at An Qisheng, didn't keep him in suspense, and said directly:

"It's Mr. Gu."

"Gu Changsheng wants to kill Mu Longcheng?"

An Qisheng's heart trembled.

He had seen Gu Changsheng's attack at the martial arts hall. Three Huajin (transforming energy) experts were easily beaten into dead dogs, and he was suspected of already having achieved Baodan Zuokua (embracing the elixir and sitting astride).

But who was Mu Longcheng?

In the past thirty years, countless Danjing (elixir realm) and Gangjin (hard energy) experts had died at his hands. He even killed a Jian Shen Bu Huai (seeing the spirit and not decaying) expert in a two-on-one fight, and severely injured another who closed up for several decades before dying.

Even if Gu Changsheng had achieved Baodan Zuokua, he would not be his opponent.

"In the evening, around the time you went out, Mr. Gu stood up, spoke with Mu Longcheng, and set a three-year agreement."

A touch of admiration appeared on Feng Mingtao's face, but also some regret:

"Mu Longcheng's goals in coming to Da Xuan have all been received by Mr. Gu at the Martial Arts Federation. Although Mu Longcheng has come to Da Xuan, he may not come to Wudang Mountain."

"Then the boxers on Wudang Mountain won't leave, right? We've already come, it would be a pity to just disperse like this."

An Qisheng didn't care whether Mu Longcheng would come or not, he only cared whether the experts gathered on Wudang Mountain would disperse.

"They shouldn't disperse. There are many experts who came to Wudang Mountain this time. The Wudang Sect's Daoist Juechen has even come out of seclusion. I estimate that most of them will go to visit him tomorrow."

Feng Mingtao stretched his waist as he spoke:

"Let's sleep early today and visit Daoist Juechen together tomorrow! I've never seen a great master of the Jian Shen Bu Huai realm in my life."