The sky was covered with clouds, and a bolt of lightning struck Qin Feng's head.
He hid in the small cauldron without thinking, leaving behind Jin Tingyu's illusion of himself.
Click.
Lightning struck the transformed Qin Feng's head, and Fat Maitreya continued to guide the lightning to attack, each one stronger than the other.
When lightning struck "Qin Feng's" head for the fourth time, he realized something was wrong and thought that he might have been fooled again, because the other party was hit four times but was not injured.
He stopped the lightning spell, and the real Qin Feng immediately flew out of the small cauldron, holding the lightning talisman in his hand.
You can shoot lightning, and so can I.
Click...
Fat Maitreya's body was burnt black in many places, and his hair was all standing out. He said angrily: "Boy, if you have the guts, just fight me face to face. You are not a hero if you hide your head and show your tail."
Young Master Qin responded tit-for-tat: "You, a black shop owner, are worthy of the word hero."
"Lightning and thunder." Fat Maitreya continued the spell just now, and the lightning struck his opponent one after another.
Young Master Qin once again shamelessly hid, leaving behind a false version of himself.
Fat Maitreya was going crazy. He was seriously injured and his spiritual power was severely depleted, but he couldn't even reach a single hair on the opponent's body. It was so miserable.
Moreover, as soon as his attack stopped, Qin Feng would fly out from an unexpected place, and he could succeed in a sneak attack almost every time.
He felt that it was not an option to continue fighting like this, as he would definitely be killed by the opponent.
Then, the thirty-six strategies are the best.
He ran away, but when he stood in front of the mist, there was only a wry smile on his face, and he couldn't figure out how to get out.
Because there are a total of thirty-six different settings for the fog, and the waiter did not tell him which one he turned on.
Young Master Qin laughed arrogantly at the side: "You are stupid. This is like shooting yourself in the foot. You want to run away, don't you? Stop dreaming."
"Boy, don't be arrogant." Fat Maitreya could only speak harshly now, and he rushed over again holding the flying sword.
Facing Young Master Qin, who had been recharging his energy for a long time, Fat Maitreya, although he was much higher in level, was now really at a disadvantage and had no chance to turn around.
Ding dong…
The two flying swords collided in the air. Due to Fat Maitreya's weak spiritual power, the green steel sword had the upper hand in this collision.
"Stabilizing spell." Qin Feng took the opportunity to use the spell. Fat Maitreya's movements were half a beat slower, and by the time he reacted, he had already been hit.
In fact, the immobilizing spell can only last a few seconds for a cultivator of his level.
Although the time is short, it is enough to kill a person.
Qin Feng seized the opportunity and whirled his green steel sword towards Fat Maitreya. Under the opponent's incredulous eyes, he cut off his neck and his ball-like head rolled to the ground.
As soon as his Yuanling flew out of his Dantian, he was caught by Mr. Qin who rushed over.
Holding Yuan Ling's neck, he smiled and said: "Fat Maitreya, you must have never thought that you would die in this way, right?"
"Boy, even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go." Fat Maitreya screamed.
"Okay, then I'll give you a chance to be a ghost." He squeezed it hard, and the Yuanling exploded and turned into wisps of dust.
He went to the wine cellar, dragged the waiter's body out, and placed it with Fat Maitreya. Then he restored the fog to its original state, found thirty-six solutions to the fog on the stone millstone, and took photos.
Finally, he took Lin Caiwei out of the small cauldron, went to her original room, and started sleeping again.
Early the next morning, Miss Lin stretched herself out of bed. She had no idea what happened last night.
The two corpses outside startled her, and she turned around and shouted: "Brother Feng, it's bad, Fat Maitreya and Xiaoer were killed."
Young Master Qin yawned and walked out of the room and said, "I know this, so there's no need to make a fuss. I killed them. These two people wanted to seek wealth and murder, but I discovered them in time. Don't be surprised. Everything I said was right." It’s true. You should call Old Man Lin immediately and ask him to bring some of his colleagues here. I want to expose Fat Maitreya’s true face.”
Beauty Lin didn't believe it, but she still called Lin Fenglei obediently.
In less than an hour, Lin Fenglei led a dozen of his colleagues here. He walked through the fog and asked: "Xiao Feng Weiwei, what is going on? You are so anxious to call me here... Ah, Fat Shopkeeper How did he die and who did it?"
Qin Feng pointed to his nose and said, "Me."
Old Man Lin's face turned ugly, and everyone else also had a gloomy face. Some were even ready to take revenge on Fat Maitreya.
"Why." Lin Fenglei asked sharply.
Qin Feng replied: "Because he runs a black shop, seniors must doubt my words, and you will see the evidence soon."
He waved his hand, and the box containing the flying sword fell in front of everyone, along with an account made by Fat Maitreya himself.
This account clearly records every person he killed, with very detailed time and place.
Everyone was suspicious, and suddenly one person shouted: "My son's flying sword. My son has been missing for thirty years. The whole family thought he was in retreat somewhere. Could it be that he..."
Someone immediately pulled out a page from the account book and read: "On the third day of the sixth lunar month of the Xinchou year, at three o'clock in the morning, I killed Xu Yunxiao and got a flying sword, a ring, and several bottles of pills."
"Ah." The man yelled. The pain of losing a child was also a fatal blow to a gray-haired cultivator.
Lin Fenglei frowned, looked at the other flying swords in the box, and said, "I really didn't expect that Fat Maitreya, who seemed so loyal, actually murdered so many of his comrades. What a heinous crime."
"Yes, many missing people have come here to look for them. No one suspects that Fat Maitreya is responsible." Another old man said.
"By the way, Xiao Feng, there are so many things recorded in the account, including elixirs, spells and magic weapons. Why are there only these flying swords left?" Old Man Lin asked.
Young Master Qin said with a serious face: "I only found the account book and the flying sword. As for the other things, I really didn't find them. I guess they were either squandered by Fat Maitreya, or he hid them in other places. It was my negligence that I did not interrogate him before killing him. As long as that guy is too difficult to deal with, my strength is limited, and it is simply impossible to capture him alive."
"It is indeed a pity." Lin Fenglei looked at the account book again and said: "Comrades, I would also like to trouble you to send the news to the corresponding sect to retrieve the flying swords of the disciples. Fat Maitreya is dead, which can be regarded as consolation. The souls in heaven of those who died innocently and in vain.”
After saying this, he turned to Qin Feng and said, "Xiao Feng, you did a good job. All the sects will appreciate your favor."
Young Master Qin said with a smile: "These are all things I should do. Old man, I have a merciless request. Please make the decision for me."