Kyoto,

A secret room.

There was a swordsman wearing a blue shirt sitting cross-legged.

And beside the swordsman,

There was a man covered in darkness.

The man was holding a special communication device in his hand and was talking to others respectfully!

These two people are not someone else!

It was the two mid-stage martial saints who assassinated Lin Wushuang before...

After talking for a while, the Dark King hung up the phone directly, and bursts of laughter came from his mouth.

"What do you say about Dr. Anne?"

The blue-shirted swordsman asked.

"Feng Muchen vomited blood and was in a state of weakness! Dr. Anne's meaning is naturally to let us kill Feng Muchen!"

After the Dark King finished speaking, he said a little coldly:

"Damn it! I almost killed Lin Wushuang last time! I didn't expect that Lin Wushuang would have a talisman left by those other characters. If I hadn't escaped quickly, I would have almost fallen!"

The blue-shirt swordsman frowned and said:

"Feng Muchen is not as strong as Lin Wushuang. He is very strong. Even if he is in a bad state at this moment, we may not be able to take him down!"

"Don't worry about this! The headquarters is going to launch a trump card hidden in Yanjiao. We are just helping!"

The Dark King said.

"You're talking about..."

The blue-shirted swordsman's expression changed slightly.

The Dark King smiled: "Not bad! You guessed it right."

...

Late night soon came.

After Lin Feng returned to the hotel, he thought of the painful appearance of Senior Brother Bai Riliu, and his thoughts were very confused and it was difficult to calm down.

“Did I really do something wrong?”

Lin Feng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking at the bright and bright night view of the capital outside, I looked a little sad.

To be honest,

He does regret it now!

It's not that I regret killing Yin Miao,

But I regret not being so openly killed!

I could have completely deceived Senior Brother Six to kill Yin Miao in secret. This situation may be much better and will not be so stiff!

"Forget it! Right and wrong lies in one's own fault, praise and criticism are based on others, gain and loss are not discussed!"

Lin Feng sighed, sat cross-legged onto the bed, closed his eyes and breathed in.

But soon,

He opened his eyes again!

After thinking about it,

He decided to go and have a good chat with Senior Brother Six…

...

On the other side.

In a luxurious villa.

Feng Muchen crossed his fingers and sat alone on the sofa, stunned and lost his mind.

He bought this villa specifically for Yin Miao!

The two of them are also here, completing their own major events in their lives...

Even last night,

The two of them were playing on the sofa together...

Recalling the past scenes,

Feng Muchen couldn't help but sigh.

He knew that the junior brother had such a personality, and he also knew that Yin Miao had indeed done too much, but it was hard to overcome the hurdle in his heart.

And just then,

"Swish~"

A flying knife broke into the door and shot towards him.

Feng Muchen quickly looked fast and stretched out his two fingers to clamp the flying knife.

"who?"

He looked coldly at the direction of the door,

But I saw two people walking in slowly!

It is the Blue Shirt Swordsman and the Dark King!

"Awesome, it's not a loss to be known as the strongest true dragon son of this generation! Lin Wushuang took my sword at that time, but it was not as straightforward as you!"

As soon as the Dark King walked in, he said with a smile.

Feng Muchen's eyes moved slightly, and he immediately recognized the identity of the Dark King.

Wan Ke!

One of the most famous casual cultivators in Kyoto,

In the middle of the Martial Saint, his strength was fascinated by Kyoto because he was sworn by various major families!

Previously, Situ Yunxiao also planned to bring this person into the law enforcement department, but because he could not find out about Wan Ke's origin, it ended up in the end!

Feng Muchen looked at the blue-shirted swordsman next to him again!

The blue-shirt swordsman is named Fang Bufan,

He learned from the Wuji Sword Saint of Shushan and was good at Wuji Sword Art...

Listen to what the third brother said,

This person was not upright, so he was driven out of the Shushan Sect by Wuji Sword Saint, and finally came to Kyoto to get involved with Wan Ke...

"The two of you who assassinated Lin Wushuang before?"

Feng Muchen asked coldly.

"good!"

Wan Ke admitted generously, then smiled and said:

"Lin Wushuang has a talisman left by the ancestor, so he escaped by chance. I just don't know who can come to save you tonight?"

"Just, I'm worried about how to find the killer, but you two are here!"

"Do you really think I'm a fool like Lin Wushuang?"

Feng Muchen sneered, took the lead and punched Wan Ke.

"Storm Pear Blossoms!"

Wan Ke's pupils shrink slightly,

Wave your hands quickly,

Releases thousands of steel needles that shine with golden light but contain black gas!

"Swish swish swish swish swish~"

Countless steel needles came towards Feng Muchen's shop,

Feng Muchen didn't even hide, and broke ten thousand needles with one punch, and finally slammed into Wan Ke's chest!

In a hurry,

Wan Ke quickly stretched out his left and right arms crossed together, trying to block the punch!

result,

With a "click",
To be continued...