After hearing the screams, the ponytail girl ran into the inner hall from outside.
But as soon as he came in, he was dumbfounded. He saw Xiao Feng holding a bloody dagger in his hand. Wu Jian's face was pale and his thigh was dripping with blood.
"You brat, what do you want to do? Put the knife down quickly."
Xiao Feng glanced at her: "Tell your master Wu Qingfeng to come back. I have something to ask him."
"Boy, if you have the guts, leave your name."
"When my master comes back, I will definitely look for you personally."
The sword is the gnashing of teeth.
Xiao Feng grabbed his hair, and Mo Xie's sword got stuck on his neck again.
"If you tell yourself again, will the other leg see blood?"
"You bastard……"
Wu Jian has a ferocious face. If a good man doesn't want to suffer the immediate consequences, he should give in first.
The corners of his mouth twitched: "...Yes!"
"Congratulations, you got it right."
'puff!'
Xiao Feng pierced his left leg with another sword, causing him to scream in pain and almost rolled his eyes and foamed.
"You bastard, you're kidding me..."
"Did I fool you?"
Xiao Feng smiled and said: "Aren't you very good at calculating? You didn't expect that you would be unlucky today, right?"
"Boy, who are you?" Wu Jian asked.
Xiao Feng snorted: "You two masters and apprentices are very courageous. You pretend to be father and son and go around cheating money and sex."
"How dare you lie to my friend? Tell Wu Qingfeng to come back immediately, or I will make you taste life worse than death."
"No, no, I have something to say, I have something to say."
Wu Jian's face was covered with cold sweat, and he looked at the ponytail girl: "Myolie, call the master quickly and ask him to come back immediately."
"Oh...good."
Myolie quickly went to make a phone call.
Xiao Feng tapped the acupuncture point on Wu Jian's thigh a few times with his fingers, and the bleeding wound immediately stopped. Wu Jian was shocked and stunned.
He realized that the other party was not simple, he might be a martial arts master.
About an hour later, Wu Qingfeng rushed back from outside.
This is a middle-aged man about forty years old, wearing simple coarse cloth clothes and a pair of cloth shoes at his feet.
He has a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a short crew cut. His appearance alone gives people a sense of righteousness, and he is not the kind of person who is treacherous or evil.
Especially his eyes, which are very clear and magnanimous, not turbid.
Didn't Ma Shezi say that he was extremely greedy for money? He even set up a loan sharking company.
This man who is greedy for money must be cunning, but Xiao Feng didn't feel it, maybe he concealed it well.
"Sir, if you have something to say, please let my disciple go first."
When he saw Wu Jian covered in blood, his brows tightened, but immediately relaxed.
"Are you Wu Qingfeng?" Xiao Feng asked.
"Exactly!"
Wu Qingfeng nodded: "I don't know why sir, you are so cruel to my disciple. Have we, Juxiantang, offended you?"
"Master, this bastard is here to cause trouble."
Wu Jian shouted: "I kindly helped him with fortune-telling and solved his problems. Not only did he not appreciate it, but he also seriously injured me. You must not let him go lightly."
"Shut up!"
Wu Qingfeng reprimanded and asked softly: "Sir, I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation."
"Okay, then I'll give you an explanation."
Xiao Feng said sternly: "You, Juxian Hall, are bragging, cheating, seeking wealth and killing people. Today I will act on behalf of God and destroy this evil place of yours."
"What nonsense!"
Wu Qingfeng was furious: "I have been running the church for more than ten years, and I have always done things based on my conscience. When did I ever seek money or kill someone?"
"It seems that you, sir, are of the same mind. You must have made a wrong idea because of the prosperity of our Juxiantang Hall."
"You hurt my disciple today, and I will never let it go."
'brush!'
He suddenly waved his hand, and a flying knife came straight towards him.
Xiao Feng turned his head to avoid it, and Wu Qingfeng took the opportunity to kill him.
The two immediately started fighting at hand-to-hand combat. Wu Qingfeng was no ordinary person, and he struck hard and hit the vital point with all his moves.
Xiao Feng continued to dodge like a loach, but was soon forced into a corner.
"Master, cripple this bastard."
Wu Jian was shouting at the side, and Xing'er protected him by her side.
'boom!'
Wu Qingfeng slapped the wall with his palm, causing the wall to fall off with a crash.
Xiao Feng suddenly used his grappling hand to hold the opponent down. Wu Qingfeng's face was livid, and he felt a sharp pain in his wrist.
Then Xiao Feng kicked him in the chest, and Wu Qingfeng flew three meters away on the spot, crushing the statues behind him.
"Master!"
"You bastard, I'll kill you."
Xing'er screamed, grabbed a sharp knife and stabbed it.
'Snapped!'
Xiao Feng knocked her over with a slap, and she fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Master, take the sword."
At this critical moment, Wu Jian still passed by a long sword.
This knife is densely engraved with many fan inscriptions, and the blade is also inlaid with several stones, shining with a faint red light.
Wu Qingfeng took the long knife, bit his index finger and smeared blood on the knife.
Xiao Feng frowned. After the knife was stained with blood, the inscriptions on it lit up.
"Look at the knife!"
Wu Qingfeng struck down with his sword, and a red sword energy shot out of the air.
Xiao Feng was suddenly startled and jumped to avoid it.
'boom!'
The wall behind him was blasted with a large crack by the sword energy.
"ah!"
Wu Qingfeng was pursuing the victory, but how could Xiao Feng give him a chance to make a comeback?
He avoided the opponent's long knife and punched Wu Qingfeng in the lower abdomen, almost breaking his spine.
"Wow…"
Wu Qingfeng spat out a mouthful of old blood, dropped his long knife and fell down.
He struggled hard, but it was all in vain, he couldn't stand up.
"How can it be?"
"Master, he lost..."
Wu Jian and Xing'er were both dumbfounded. Today, their master actually lost to a young man. They couldn't accept this fact at all.
"Wu Qingfeng, do you know you were wrong?"
Xiao Feng stepped forward and stepped on the opponent's chest.
"Haha...I, Wu Qingfeng, have lived an honest life, what's wrong with me?"
"If you want to kill me, just do it. I'm not going to die soon anyway."
Wu Qingfeng smiled sadly, as if he had taken life and death lightly.
"No…"
Wu Jian suddenly crawled over and begged: "Mr. Han, this is all my fault and has nothing to do with my master. Please let my master live."
"Xiao Jian, you go quickly and leave me alone."
Wu Qingfeng clung to Xiao Feng's leg, trying to buy time for the two of them.
"I'm sorry, Master, it was all my disciples who harmed you."
Wu Jian collapsed and knelt on the ground, crying: "I couldn't bear the death of my master, so I secretly used the life-extending technique."
"What?"
Wu Qingfeng was shocked: "You...you actually used the life-sustaining technique? Oops! You are confused."
"That life-sustaining technique is a southern magic. My teacher has told you a long time ago that you must not use it lightly, as it will kill people."
"I know, but I can't watch you die."
Wu Jian whispered: "Mr. Han, I did all this. I opened the loan company, and I spent a lot of money to buy the spiritual tablets from the south."
"Ouch! Are you master and apprentice acting?" Xiao Feng laughed.
"No, I told the truth."
Wu Jian rummaged through the box and took out a pile of receipts and contracts.
"Sir, you can see for yourself, I did all this myself."
"My master doesn't know anything. He is a good man. He has been saving people all his life, but he has never harmed anyone."
Xiao Feng was unmoved and said indifferently: "You say so?"
This method is all over the streets and is simply too childish.
Wu Jian raised his head fiercely: "Everyone is responsible for the work. Since it was my Wu Jian who caused the trouble, I should be responsible for it."
'puff!'
No one expected that he suddenly stabbed his own abdomen with a knife, and even Xiao Feng was shocked.
"Wow…"
He spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled: "I am willing to die to apologize. I just ask you to let my master go."