"Song Zhe is dead!"

Because of the existence of the inn residents, the news of Song Zhe's murder quickly spread throughout the world near the capital.

Although the cultivation level of the Xiantian realm is nothing in the entire world.

But for those who practice martial arts, he is a rare master!

What's more, Song Zhe is from Dongchang.

After this incident came out, it immediately attracted the attention of many martial arts people.

"Song Zhe is a thief! He also has today!"

"Yes, these dogs in Dongchang deserve this disaster!"

In some small sects or small gangs, there are cheers everywhere.

These small sects, because they have no backers, are often oppressed by Dongchang.

Some people even died directly in Dongchang's prison. Now that they know that Dongchang has lost face, they are naturally gloating.

But when they learned the complete story, these people were shocked.

"My God, are the officials in the imperial court so powerful?"

"A seventh-grade official actually killed a powerful person in the Xiantian realm! This is really...unbelievable!"

"Have you heard? That person is still living in the inn."

"To have such courage, isn't this a real hero?"

Although he only killed one Song Zhe, Ye Wufeng still made waves in the world.

Which person in the world doesn’t like heroes?

What's more, he is a hero like Ye Wufeng who killed Dongchang's lackeys!

On the other side, Dongchang.

"What! Dead?"

"Song Zhe is dead?"

"How is that possible!"

Hong Kui's bell-like eyes stared at the little eunuch kneeling at his feet, his face full of disbelief.

A small seventh-grade official, a scholar with no power to tie a chicken.

Actually killed Song Zhe, who was in the Xiantian realm?

"Master Hong, the information is wrong!"

"Ye Wufeng is very likely to have the strength of a grandmaster!"

In order to clear himself of the responsibility for fleeing without a fight, the little eunuch started talking nonsense.

But...since he can kill Song Zhe without any injuries, he must be a master of martial arts.

"Grandmaster Realm..."

Upon hearing the news, Hong Kui's mouth moved slightly and a solemn look appeared on his face.

A seventh-grade official actually possesses the cultivation level of a master. If this news spreads, it will definitely shock the entire court.

Except for the inner masters who hide in the palace and do not go out and those in high positions.

At the Grandmaster level, he is already the top existence in the imperial court.

"Asshole! Asshole!!"

Hong Kui's eyes were red with anger and his whole body was shaking.

A little Ye Wufeng not only killed the people in his Dongchang, but also made them lose face.

Hong Kui will never tolerate this debt!

He wants to use Ye Wufeng's blood to wash away his shame!

After thinking about it, Hong Kui suddenly raised his right foot.

"Ah! Lord Hong, have mercy on me! Have mercy on me!"

Seeing Hong Kui kicking him, the little eunuch kneeling on the ground was so frightened that he lost his mind.

"Escape from battle is a capital crime!"

Bang!!!

A shrill howl resounded.

Hong Kui didn't change his expression, and kicked the young eunuch hard on the chest, sending the young eunuch flying more than ten feet, and finally fell in front of a huge rock.

"Hoo, ho!"

Hong Kui gasped, the anger in his heart lessening slightly.

After frowning for a moment, he stood up.

"Change, I want to see the factory owner!"

"Wanted Order: Ye Wufeng"

Before dawn, several wanted notices with still wet ink had been pasted on the base of the city wall.

Seeing the new notice, a group of people quickly crowded beside the city wall.

"This man's crimes are so heinous that anyone who sees him can be killed!"

"If you want to see people in life, you want to see corpses in death. No matter dead or alive, you will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver!"

"Who is this Ye Wufeng?"

An old man asked a little doubtfully after reading the notice on the wanted order.

Unfortunately, no one answered him.

Everyone was shocked by the amount on this wanted notice.

One thousand taels!

Listening to this number, everyone's eyes turned red.

For an ordinary family to live for one year, ten taels of silver is enough.

One thousand taels, how much time can this take?

Thinking of this, the breathing of the people present became heavier.

Ye Wufeng is wanted by the court.

The news quickly spread throughout the world.

"A thousand taels, brother!"

"As long as we kill Ye Wufeng, we can get the money!"

In the Kuangdao Sect, a strong man of about thirty years old was rubbing his hands and looking at the sect master who was sitting in the main seat.

On the main seat, the sect leader, who was in his forties, tall and thin, with gloomy eyes, snorted coldly.

"Do you really think this money is so easy to get?"

"That's a thousand taels, my mother!" The strong man's eyes were full of greed.

Glancing at the strong man with Qian Qian in his eyes, the sect leader said disdainfully: "You are also in the Xiantian realm. Can you kill Song Zhe without any injuries?"

"This... but the court has also issued a wanted order!"

Knowing that he was no match for Ye Wufeng, the strong man muttered unwillingly.

"A wanted order from the imperial court? Humph!"

"So what? There are many wanted orders from the court."

"Tian Boguang, the ancestor of Blood Knife, one of the four evil men."

"Who is not wanted by the court?"

"Did you see anyone taking their heads to receive the reward?"

"This..." The strong man was speechless.

"We can't get this money." The door owner sighed in a faint voice.

"Hey!" After a long silence, a few lamentations came from the room.

……

Just when the entire capital was discussing Ye Wufeng, a sneaky figure appeared in a small town not far from the capital.

While it was still dark, the figure carefully avoided the townspeople who got up early.

Turning left and right, we came to a seemingly deserted courtyard.
To be continued...