Feng Xiu was suddenly stunned by a familiar sentence. When the long covering his face was slowly lifted away, he was shocked and unbelievable, completely occupying his eyes.

"It's you!"

Because of the long absence of sunlight and the soaking of water, the face that finally exposed looked very cold and white, but who else could the familiar expression in the eyes and the acquaintance curve hanging on the corners of the mouth besides Wu Feng?

"Are you surprised or not?" Wu Feng shrugged and smiled coldly.

"Wu, Wu Feng, I let you go, you can't repay your grudges!" The more Wu Feng showed indifferently, the more frightened Feng Xiu became. A year ago, he slapped the person in front of him with a palm towards the cliff of death. A year later, the man came back to life and stood in front of him, and in the attitude of a winner.

When Huang Mang and Qin Yun heard the word "Wu Feng", they were both stunned. After this brief shock, their expressions were very different.

"Haha, I knew my brother didn't die that easily!"

"What, how is that possible? Dong Li clearly told me to kill the little bastard with his own hands!"

Wu Feng looked back and nodded and smiled at Huang Mang. After retracting his gaze, the smile turned into a sneer again. He looked at Feng Xiu in admiration: "Let me go? Can you be more shameless?"

"I, I can compensate you!" Feng Xiu felt a little shameless when he was ridiculed by Wu Feng. At the beginning, it was his blood palm that almost killed the former; at the beginning, it was him ruthlessly trampling the former under his feet, but his strong desire to survive still asked him to continue begging for mercy.

Some people still have their faces on their necks, but they still have a firm face. Some people kneel down and beg for mercy, which is cowardice. Wu Feng sneered and shook his head, and then he grabbed Feng Xiu's throat with one hand like an eagle claw.

The haze of death was already hanging above his head. Fear made Feng Xiu's pupils tightly, his body tremble violently, and his lower body was already wet. He wanted to continue begging for mercy, but there was no sound. When the crackling sound of his neck breaking sounded in his ears, he fell softly.

"Don't worry, it won't take long to get you together with your master." Looking at Feng Xiu who had completely lost his vitality, Wu Feng's eyes were not as excited as revenge. It was as quiet as water, as deep as the abyss, and as firm as iron.

"Wu Feng, I can be a cow and horse for you, let me go!" Seeing Wu Feng walking towards him, Qin Yun's legs fell to the ground, rolling and crawling to hug the former's legs.

"You make me disgusted!" Wu Feng picked up a broken sword so that his hands would not be dirty with the smell of blood.

Qin Yun's face turned pale. When he was panicked and glancing at the scrambled clothes on the ground, he rolled over like a life-saving straw, "I have a child, you, you can't kill me!"

"It is because of the child that you have to die. Do you want him to become a snake and scorpion like you in the future?" He spread Qin Yun's fingers one by one, and Wu Feng hugged the baby in the cradle. Under the former's extremely fearful eyes, he stabbed the broken sword without hesitation.

Looking at Qin Yun whose chest was pierced, he looked back and swept over Feng Xiu and the ten bloody disciples who were gradually cold. Wu Feng looked up slightly, and at this time, the sunlight shone a ray of light from the clouds.

"Dong Li, wait for me!"

When people who don’t know why hear this, they think it is an agreement between old friends. However, if you see Wu Feng’s eyes, you will see that in that calm, the murderous aura is like a rushing undercurrent, and like thunder behind the clouds. Deep and terrible!

"The child is innocent, you should know how to do it." Wu Feng said lightly, then turned around and walked towards Huangmang. The coldness in his eyes was gone, and the softness was filled with moisture. "Brother, I'm late!"

"It's not too late, it's not too late!" Huang Mang laughed, causing cough and asthma, and brought out a mouthful of blood foam.

"Let's go home!"

When Wu Feng left He'an Town with a group of wounded soldiers, the clouds completely turned black, and the bean-sized raindrops fell rapidly, stirring up dust and washed away blood. The heavy rain lasted for three days and three nights.

......

One month later, the black market.

The heads in the hall were trembling, but there were all the people in the black market. When they left, they returned with dozens of bodies. Huang Mang and his brothers could afford the four words "Yuntian is so righteous".

After a month of rest, everyone finally drank the celebration wine. Huang Mang's laughter was so bold, one bowl after another, never stopped. Fang Shan's cheeks were flushed, but his smile looked even more honest. Chen Cong, who was as cold as ice, rarely took his free time. He stepped on his foot on the stool, tied his clothes tightly, tilted his head to drink wildly, and the strong wine scattered from his mouth. In short, there was joy in the hall.

The old man next to him filled the wine, and Wu Feng picked up the wine bowl and respectfully greeted him, "Uncle Long, boy to toast you!"

"Haha, okay!" After recuperation, Zhang Long was fine. There were only a few more scars on his body that had been through the battlefield. After drinking it, a long-lost passion appeared in his turbid old eyes.

"I'm sorry, I've made you suffer." Wu Feng grinned. If Zhang Long had not fought hard to break through the siege, there would have been no black market to siege He'an Town. Without black market to siege He'an Town, there would have been no later pain and revenge.

"Silly boy, have you drunk too much?" Zhang Long replied with a smile, but he was extremely relieved. The boy beside him who had saved his life from the wilderness four years ago finally grew to a height that he could not reach in his life.

With the same father and son as Zhang Long, Wu Feng smiled and said nothing more, then filled the wine again. At this time, Huang Mang's shouts rang out.

"Quiet, everyone, calm down."

The noise gradually subsided, and all eyes focused on one place. Huang Mang stood up with wine, and everyone stood up one after another.

"When fighting with Anzhen, none of my Huangmang's brothers are cowards. I'll give you this first bowl of wine to my brothers who haven't been able to come back, do it!"

"Dry!"

"The second bowl of wine, welcome Uncle Zhang Long and Fangshan brothers to join the black market!"

"Dry!"

Drinking two bowls, Huang Mang wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, then filled the third bowl and looked at Wu Feng.

"The third bowl, I wish my good brother, without him, how could we still be here to be happy?"

Wu Feng pursed his lips and raised his bowl with both hands: "Although Wu Feng has not joined the black market, you will always be my good brothers, thank you!"

"Haha, okay! Brothers, I've done it!" Huang Mang laughed loudly and drank it all. He understood that Wu Feng did not join because he was worried that he would implicate the black market again, and that Dong Li must not be Feng Xiu.

"Dry!"

The deafening shout sounded for the third time, as if it was about to overturn the roof. After three bowls, everyone's interest reached its peak, but Huang Mang did not sit back to his original position, but stared at Wu Feng with ulterior motives.

"Brother, do it?"

Wu Feng was slightly stunned when Huang Mang asked this suddenly, but then he laughed happily.

"good!"

The noisy atmosphere quickly moved from the hall to the central open space. When two figures stood in a confrontation, the noisy suddenly disappeared, quiet and expectant.

The aura of a soul sage suddenly exploded, and the excitement of wine made Huang Mang's fighting spirit ignite. At this time, a soul power fluctuation broke out from the opposite side, which was vaguely a little stronger than his.

There was an uproar over the field. No wonder everyone. Wu Feng did not use his soul power when he killed Feng Xiu and ten blood leader disciples, but this was also the reason why everyone was shocked. It sounded too incredible to kill the soul man with brute force.

"Have you awakened your soul power?" Huang Mang asked, unable to help but tremble.

"Yeah!" Wu Feng replied with a smile, his soul power and breath churned rapidly around him, like clouds and mists, and like smoke and water.

"Why didn't activate the soul power that day?" Huang Mang swallowed hard as he felt Wu Feng's aura rising steadily.

"No need!" Wu Feng continued to smile.

"Then why are you using your soul power now?" Huang Mang asked in confusion, but Wu Feng's answer immediately pulled a few black lines down his forehead.

"Because you are my eldest brother!" Wu Feng shrugged, and when the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared, it flew out like a sharp arrow on a strong bow, "Brother, be careful, I'm here!"

"Stupid brat!" Huang Mang cursed, but his heart felt a sense of happiness. The next second, he urged his soul power to the extreme to meet him.

The two fists were hit, one was tightly wrapped by the mercury breath, and the other was gray. When the loud bang exploded, a wave of soul power spread rapidly, and everyone retreated one after another, with a solemn expression. Even Zhang Long, Fangshan and Chen Cong felt slightly suffocated, but their eyes had never left the center of the venue, and under the eyes, Huang Mang's feet brushed the ground, and were shrunk for more than ten meters. In contrast, Wu Feng was as hard as a reef and as motionless as a mountain.

The corners of his mouth raised, Wu Feng's fist clenched again, and his knees bent slightly, like a cheetah locking in his prey. He would attack the next second, but at this time, the fluctuation of the soul power on the opposite side suddenly stopped, and Huang Mang walked over with a frustrated face.

The soul power dissipated and he put away the attack. Wu Feng asked, "Brother, don't fight?"

"Blow, fuck!" Huang Mang swears, but before he left angrily, he said seriously, "Come to my room tonight."

Nodding, looking at Huang Mang's right sleeve that was fluttering in the wind, Wu Feng's mouth smiled faintly, and at this moment, a thunderous cheer burst out over the venue.

Wealth is not exposed, wealth cannot be shown off, this is an ancient truth. After being surprised, Zhang Long smiled. He did not blame Wu Feng for hiding his strength. On the contrary, he was very satisfied. Only by knowing how to hide can he go further.

Chen Cong and Fangshan walked up, holding Wu Feng's arms one left and one right. They were not as curious as Huang Mang.

"Good boy, strong enough, go and keep drinking!"

......

As night falls, the black market once again returns to the embrace of the night.

Upon the three stone steps, Wu Feng knocked on the wooden door, and at the other end of the door, Huang Mang's footsteps rang out immediately, as if he had been waiting for his arrival.

In the room, two figures were sitting across the desk. The slightly shaking candlelight reflected the two faces. One was fierce and evil, but the word "Yi" was engraved between the eyebrows, and the sword eyebrows were horizontally fingered. The beauty contained endless cold edges.

"Brother, what's wrong with you calling me over?"

Huang Mang did not answer and took out a piece of bamboo with four corners that were about to be rounded from his arms. Under the faint silk mist, the three words of light seemed a little mysterious.
Chapter completed!