"Damn it! It can't be true, can it?" Ling Feng heard the voice coming from next to him, jumped up from the bed alertly, held the dagger in his hand, and cursed.
"Damn it, why do you only need so few gold coins? You don't even need to bring more money when you go out to work!" A rude man's voice sounded from next door, not treating himself as a thief at all.
"Brother, there is a 'big guest' next to me. I heard from the waiter that he has a low-level Rong Jie. He shouldn't be an ordinary person." Then a softer male voice sounded softly.
"Hehe, yes, your men did a good job." The rude voice smiled proudly and said.
"Yeah, but that person is very mysterious. You can't see his appearance, but he has a strong murderous aura. He looks like someone from mainland China. Should we..." the feminine man's voice reminded him.
"Don't worry, no matter where he is, you don't know our backstage. Take a look, I haven't had a 'big guest' in a long time!" the rude man said without the slightest fear.
"Damn it, no wonder that waiter kept looking at my face today. It turns out we are in the same group!" Ling Feng was furious when he heard this. He immediately untied the barrier and carefully floated on the roof.
above.
"Pack!"
The door was suddenly kicked open, and four or five big men rushed in. One of the big men rushed to the bed and stabbed the quilt!
"Damn it! Where is the person?" After stabbing wildly, it was found that there was no one inside, and the rough voice rang again.
Ling Feng was floating quietly on the dark roof. When he saw the scene just now, the blood in his heart rushed up. If he hadn't been alert, this group of villains would have killed him, an outsider who had nothing to do with him.
He was killed, and the burning anger in his heart turned into a strong murderous aura.
"I'm here!"
Ling Feng jumped down from the roof. As soon as the deep voice fell, he had already arrived in front of the big man. Everyone was shocked. A sneer appeared at the corner of Ling Feng's mouth. Such a distance touched Ling Feng's inner physics.
The passion for attack was as if he had not shown off his skills for a long time, and his quick punches were immediately displayed.
"Ah! Woo..."
As soon as Ling Feng's feet landed on the ground, he turned sideways and punched the big man's chest and abdomen with both fists. Then he flew up and kicked the opponent's chin with a strong knee. The teeth in the big man's mouth suddenly shook.
All shattered.
As the body sank, the elbow of his right hand hit the opponent's head hard again. With a snap, the head was shattered. In just a few seconds, a man who was so arrogant just now
He looked like a big man and fell to the ground motionless.
The people around him were dumbfounded. They had never seen such a terrifying silent physical attack before. It was almost invisible. After Ling Feng snorted, the other four big men woke up and struck at him with their swords.
"Humph, I don't know whether to live or die! If you want to kill me? I'll give you your thieves' lives first!"
Ling Feng was completely confident in such a close fight. He said coldly, and he used a vicious Muay Thai without even using the dagger held in his hand.
There was a dull crisp sound.
"Damn it!"
The last remaining thief dropped his sword, cursed, and ran out. Lingfeng glanced at him and didn't bother to chase him. The three big men underground were not dead. Their skeletons were almost torn apart, and they were lying on the ground.
Twitching.
"Damn it, who is your backstage person!" Ling Feng didn't want to ask at first, thinking that he must know something about his enemies to hang out on the mainland, otherwise he would be killed without knowing what happened, so he grabbed one of them
A twitching big man said in a calm voice.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me. I tell you everything. We are unofficial members of the Wolf Hunting Team because the leader wants to monopolize most of the industries here, including inns, brothels, pharmacies, and sword-making shops. If you don't agree,
Those who join will ask us to cause trouble..."
"Damn, this Zhu Tian is so fucking domineering, he has become a scourge of the Sword Forging City!" Ling Feng gritted his teeth. It seemed that it would be difficult to find a sword making shop that was not his in this city. What if?
It would be very serious if the opponent discovered his phantom thorn.
"Get out of here, I won't kill you today!" Ling Feng stood up and roared, and the three big men dragged their boss's body out joltingly despite the severe pain.
"Teacher, what should we do now? The sword-making shops in Sword-making City are all monopolized by Zhu Tian. Will the shop opened by the friend and apprentice you mentioned also..." Ling Feng asked Zhuge Yuandao worriedly in his heart.
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"Don't worry, go and sell the three second-level vitality cores tomorrow morning, keep Dihu's vitality core, and then go to the east of the city to inquire about the 'Qianjing Skills Shop'." Zhuge Yuandao said calmly, before he
In his eyes, that fifth-level soul is nothing more than shit.
"Yeah!" Ling Feng calmed down. Since leaving the academy, the killing in his heart has become more and more serious, especially for those cold and sinister people who would not even blink when they kill.
"It seems that the murderous aura of the brat is getting stronger and stronger..." Zhuge Yuandao has always had a secret in his heart. This secret is only known to the emperors of the three empires and very few mages.
——Legend has it that a thousand years ago, a strong man in the Heaven-shattering realm appeared in the Blood Eye Clan. He had a very strong killing spirit in his body. His growth path was a path of killing formed by the accumulation of all kinds of hatred...
It is also because of this that we can become a super strong person in the Heaven-breaking Realm and achieve the rise of a powerful country. The more important reason is that the Blood Eye Clan has a special bloodline, so what the three emperors fear most is the appearance of such a strong person again.
This is the biggest reason that really leads to the disaster of genocide.
Ling Feng did not sleep again in the middle of the night. Instead, he used the power of his soul to hold his body and cultivate on the roof until dawn. After dawn, Ling Feng quietly left the inn and rushed to Dongcheng.
At dusk at noon, Ling Feng went to a tea shop to make tips. The temperature at noon had risen, so there were many people coming here to make tips, and there were also many mercenaries. Ling Feng looked at their badges, and there was a wolf head on it, and he couldn't help but sigh.
Put on a wide hat to avoid attracting attention.
"Have you all heard about what happened at the Chengxi Inn yesterday?" One of the mercenaries took a sip of coarse tea and said softly to the other two mercenaries.
"I heard that a master of physical attack knocked down five big men at the peak level of Yuan Zhe in a few seconds. It was so terrifying..." When another mercenary heard this, his face turned blue and he shuddered.
"Damn, that's scary ass. Those are usually the trash of quality cultivators. As long as they spread out and use Yuan skills as their main attack, he will definitely die." The bearded mercenary sitting opposite raised the tea cup.
He slammed it on the table and said arrogantly.
"That's right. What we Qi cultivators fear most is close attacks, but quality cultivators are different. Close attacks are more practical than some vitality." Hearing what the bearded mercenary said, the other two mercenaries also followed suit.
He nodded.
"Tomorrow we will take more brothers to take over the 'Qianjing Technology Shop'. Damn it, we have been there three times. This time we will definitely do it hard!"