His body changed, moving left and right, as fast as lightning. With his wrist shaking, a flying knife shot out.

The face on the Lord was covered with a mask, and he couldn't see clearly what his expression was.

But those eyes were as calm as a lake, but they were so turbid that it made people feel palpitations!

"Bang!"

The master punched out, and Li Feidao was shocked and retreated repeatedly. He wanted to pursue him, but the master was not in a slightest desire to fight. He turned around and broke through a hole and fled quickly.

"Stop him!"

"Catch him!"

"Don't let him run away!"

Screams were everywhere, lights were rippling, and the dense crowds of people rushed over.

The entire Jidao Martial Arts Hall is almost crazy!

But before the Lord, no one could stop him!

Who can stop him if he wants to leave?

In the exhibition room, Li Feidao rushed out with his chest covering his chest.

"Come!"

He shouted, "The boxing script was stolen!"

The voice was like thunder, and it rang in everyone's ears, which made the disciples in the martial arts hall red.

Someone really dares to come late at night to grab the punching score?

It's so crazy!

The group of people went crazy, but they couldn't stop the Lord who was determined to leave.

Jiang Wei is not in the martial arts hall, who else can stop him?

Looking at the figure of the Lord from afar and disappearing into the darkness, Li Feidao cursed, and Tan Xing and others were even more angry and blamed.

Tan Long and others were slightly injured, feeling that they were unable to protect the boxing script and failed Jiang Wei's trust.

Jiang Wei, who received the news, hurriedly rushed from the Lin family. Tan Xing just shook his head, not knowing what to say.

He had known that someone had come to grab the punching guide, but he didn't expect that the person Jiang Wei was talking about was the master, and such a master of his identity would come to grab it in person.

The East China Sea was boiling all night.

Huang Yuming led people around to search for the whereabouts of the Lord, insisting on finding the stolen boxing guide.

The disciples of Jidao Martial Arts Hall were even more indignant and volunteered to recover the boxing script.

In the tea room, Li Feidao rubbed his chest and grinned.

Tan Xing sat there, his face calm, looking at Jiang Wei, waiting for Jiang Wei to explain.

"He didn't take the boxing book."

It was almost the early morning and everyone was already lost in sleepiness. Jiang Wei took out the four boxing scores from his arms and placed them on the table, "The four pictures in the exhibition room are fake."

There was no surprise on Li Feidao and Tan Xing's faces.

They had known for a long time that the fakes placed in the exhibition room were fakes, which were enough to make the fakes real, but they were indeed not real.

They can all see that, will the Lord not see it?

This is the thing that surprised and puzzled them.

The master must know that the boxing script that Jiang Wei has made public cannot be true. Even under such strict arrangements and strict defenses, he still has to snatch the boxing script.

"Not only did he not take away the real boxing poem, but..."

Jiang Wei sighed, put his hand into his arms again, and took out two more punching scores. Suddenly, Li Feidao and Tan Xing were both stunned.

Six boxing scores!

Is the Lord crazy?

Not only did he not take away the four boxing books, but he also gave Jiang Wei two?!

"This...what the hell is going on?"

Tan Xing looked puzzled.

He couldn't understand which one was singing.

He had no idea what happened, and why did the master hand over his two boxing scores to Jiang Wei.

Li Feidao's Adam's apple slid, his heart trembled violently, and his eyes looked at Jiang Wei very complicated.

"You're sure now?"
Chapter completed!