Kill, be killed.

Before everything is settled, no one knows what kind of identity they are.

However, most people in this world want to be the one who kills people.

Killing may not be a pleasant thing, but it is always much better than being killed.

Feng Wuhen doesn't want to kill people, but he doesn't like being killed, so if he wants to choose, he also hopes that he will be the one who kills people.

The door opens.

People enter.

The person who wants to kill is finally here.

They want to kill people, but they may not be able to kill people, but they may become someone killed.

A total of seven people came

The one walking in front is an old man.

The old man was dressed simply and his face turned pale. He seemed to have suffered a serious illness and seemed to be lying on the bed, rather than appearing in this cold wind and cold night.

But he is here.

He walked in with a dry tobacco pole in his hand.

The second one came in was a scholar, full of poverty and sourness.

He crossed his hands behind him, and Shi Shi walked in as if this was a place suitable for chanting poetry and painting.

Two people walked in the third row.

A limping beggar, a doctor carrying a medicine box.

There were three people walking in the fourth row.

A hawker with acne on his face, a fat man with a big belly, and a businessman with gorgeous clothes with a erotic face.

These people seem to be completely different people. They should not seem to have any relationship with each other, but they appear here at the same time.

They all have one identity, the Tianqinmen.

Feng Wuhen looked at it, looking at it with relish.

He looked very happy, with a faint smile on his face.

After everyone came in, Feng Wuhen looked at the dark night outside the door and said, "Is there anyone else?"

The two men who came first also walked in.

Nine people came.

Feng Wuhen asked again: "Is there anyone else?"

The old man with patches in front of him said, "No more"

Feng Wuhen nodded and said, "Since there is nothing, why don't you close the door?"

Soon someone closed the door.

Feng Wuhen smiled again and said, "Are you hungry or not? I'll treat you to a meal."

Feng Wuhen can afford it because there are quite a lot of food here.

The old man said coldly: "We are indeed a little hungry, but you don't need to ask."

"Why?"

The old man said, "We never eat our enemies."

Feng Wuhen sighed and said, "But I like to eat my enemies very much, because this is a good thing to take advantage of."

The old man said lightly: "You are you, we are us."

"Yes, we are different." Feng Wuhen admitted: "No matter what different we are, I want to know one thing, what are you doing?"

The poor scholar spoke: "We came for Huo Tianqing's business."

"I know."

The poor scholar said: "Although we have different identities, we all have one identity."

"Tianqinmen?"

"Yes." said the poor scholar: "Although Huo Tianqing is the general manager of the Zhuguang Bao Qi Pavilion, he still has an identity."

"What is the identity?"

"The head of Tianqin Sect."

Feng Wuhen nodded.

The poor scholar said: "You killed the head of the Tianqin Sect. As the Tianqin Sect, should we take revenge?"

"It should." Feng Wuhen said: "If you dare not take revenge, then you are not worthy of the Bird Sect's disciple that day."

A strange look appeared in everyone's eyes. The poor scholar took a deep breath and said, "So we want to know if you killed Huo Tianqing?"

"Yes." Feng Wuhen answered neatly.

The poor scholar said: "It seems that we are here to kill people this time."

"You should have come for this matter." Feng Wuhen asked: "Has Shanxi Yan, the hero of Guanzhong, come?"

The poor scholar said, "He waited."

Feng Wuhen said: "Very good, Songshan Yunhe, have the two elders of Shangshan come?"

“Not yet.

”

Feng Wuhen nodded and said, "You can wait until Shanxi Yan arrives before taking action."

"We can." said the poor scholar: "Because of this, we are the most confident, but we don't want to."

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"Why?"

The poor scholar said: "We are not afraid of you, and we are sure to kill you, so why should we wait for him to come?"

Feng Wuhen said: "When are you planning to take action?"

The merchant with a gentle face said, "Now."

Feng Wuhen sighed and said, "This is the result I least hope for, because I need at least seven or eight swords to kill you."

This is of course an insult.

But the tall and thin man and the short and fat man who arrived first did not feel that they had lost to Feng Wuhen.

Others are different.

The murderous aura in the room was even heavier.

The old man with white hair snorted all his life and said, "I will take a look at your ability."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man suddenly moved three feet across to Feng Wuhen. The dry tobacco pole in his hand suddenly appeared thousands of sparks shot towards Feng Wuhen's face. At the same time, the dry tobacco pole flashed quickly and turned into thousands of afterimages, hitting the acupuncture points all over Feng Wuhen's body.

The poor scholar's movements are not slow either.

He also suddenly appeared in front of Feng Wuhen. With a distance of two or three feet, his hands were as elegant as playing the piano, and his qi was sniffing from his hands. What he used was a rare skill in the world.

The qi and energy cooperated with the old man and attacked Feng Wuhen in all aspects.

The other seven people didn't eat dry food either.

They also acted immediately.

The limping beggar suddenly flew up, and the green bamboo stick in his hand was like a poisonous snake, poking towards Feng Wuhen's throat.

Although he walked slowly, he had no problem with his actions, which was very terrible.

The doctor who was carrying the medicine box suddenly moved.

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The fat man who killed the pig lifted up two pig-killing knives and rushed towards Feng Wuhen.

The merchant's weapon with a gentle smile on his face was actually an abacus, and the abacus was like a mountain waving towards Feng Wuhen's navel.

The vendor even sprinkled a stream of dust.

The two people who arrived first also took action together.

Almost in an instant, Feng Wuhen faced the siege of nine masters.

However, in just a moment, Feng Wuhen kicked the table in front of him with one kick.

The dishes were flying.

Everyone's terrible offensive was actually resolved by Feng Wuhen so lightly.
To be continued...