Chu Feng is not a very kind person, because the world is so big, and there are countless injustices. I am afraid that people die unjustly every day, and people suffer misfortune every day. No one can control this kind of thing, and no one can control it.
However, Chu Feng is not a very evil person. Since this kind of thing happened around him and was within his power, he couldn't bear it and was unwilling to stand by and watch.
So, when everyone was too lazy to look at the old beggar, they even hoped that the waiter would drive the beggar away as soon as possible so as not to affect their appetite.
Chu Feng stood up, walked to the door, pushed the waiter away, then supported the old beggar and said, "Old man, come to my place and have a bite."
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir." Upon seeing this, the old beggar was extremely happy and kept bowing to Chu Feng.
After arriving at Chu Feng's wine table, the old beggar began to eat like crazy. He actually ate all the good wine and food on Chu Feng's table by himself.
"Don't be impatient, old man. Eat slowly. I'll take care of your food today." Chu Feng smiled slightly, and then said to the waiter, "Xiao Er, here are some more hard dishes."
Hearing Chu Feng's words, the old beggar suddenly smiled gratefully and said to Chu Feng: "Young man, you are really a good person, but sometimes, good people may not be rewarded well."
"Uh-huh."
After saying this, the old man's eyes flashed suddenly, and the kind and cowardly face suddenly changed, turning into an extremely fierce face. Although he still looked like an old man, he gave people a completely different feeling.
At the same time, an aura of the third level of Tianwu also emanated from the old man's body, and a layer of blue barrier also lingered around Chu Feng, sealing off the tavern.
This sudden change made Chu Feng shocked. He hurriedly leaned back and kept a certain distance from the old man, and then asked loudly: "Who are you?"
"Ugh!" The old man did not answer directly, but opened his hand. The fatwa that the tall man placed on the wine table fell into the old man's hands. Then he said to Chu Feng: "Receive money from others for others."
He is the number one killer in the world of eliminating disasters, and he is the old man with a hundred faces."
"What? The Hundred-Faced Old Man?" At this moment, other people in the tavern came to their senses. After hearing the old man's words, they were undoubtedly not shocked. They were trembling with fear and screaming again and again. People wanted to run away, but
However, the tavern was completely blocked and they had nowhere to escape.
"So you are the Hundred-Faced Old Man. Sure enough, you have some tricks to find me." Upon seeing this, Chu Feng stopped covering up and took off the hat on his head, revealing his true face.
"Oh my god, he, he is actually Chu Feng?!" After seeing Chu Feng's face, the people who were already shocked were even more stunned.
Because this is tantamount to the fact that two demons with the most vicious reputations and countless murderers on the Kyushu Continent appeared in front of them. If these two guys fight, wouldn't they both be implicated and die?
"Buzz" and at this moment, the hundred-faced old man thought, and the aura he exuded became extremely violent. It turned into coercion, shattering all the oppression in the tavern, including the innocent guests present.
They were all directly turned into blood by his pressure.
"Everyone who has seen my true face must die." After killing all the other guests in the tavern in a flash of thought, the Hundred-Faced Old Man spoke calmly. There was no trace of emotion on his face.
Just like what he killed was just an ant, he didn't deserve any pity.
"What a ferocious old thing. Existences like yours are the real scourge. I, Chu Feng, will do justice for heaven today and destroy this old beast like you."
Although the coercion of the third level of Tianwu is strong, it cannot suppress the current Chu Feng. Chu Feng is now at the sixth level of Xuanwu. With his two kinds of thunder power, he is the eighth level of Xuanwu. With this kind of cultivation, the second level of Tianwu has already reached the sixth level.
If he is not Chu Feng's opponent, he who is at the third level of Tianwu can definitely fight.
"Boom" Chu Feng thought, and a majestic pressure fell from the sky. Even the blue barrier arranged by the Hundred-Faced Old Man trembled.
Immediately afterwards, another golden long sword appeared in Chu Feng's hand. As soon as the sword came out, bursts of dragon roars suddenly erupted. This was exactly the martial skill that Chu Feng had acquired in the Void Sect that day, the Void Dragon.
Chanting Blade.
"The seventh-level martial arts has been cultivated to great perfection. Yes, he is indeed a rare martial arts wizard with extraordinary talents."
"But it's a pity that the person you are facing is me. It's not that I look down on you. With your methods, you can't even hope to compete with me. It's better to take out your Shura ghost axe. Maybe I will leave you with a complete corpse."
." The Hundred-faced Old Man said with a smile, showing no fear or even disdain for Chu Feng's Void Dragon chanting blade.
"So they are here for me, the Asura Ghost Ax." Chu Feng frowned slightly, feeling that this old man was indeed not simple. He was an old fox who had killed countless people, but was extremely sinister.
"A rare weapon is priceless. How can you buy it with a million mysterious beads?"
"Although I have always been honest in killing people, I am really itchy when facing strange soldiers, so I want your life and your strange soldiers." The man with a hundred faces looked like he was bound to be there.
"If you want to steal my magic weapon or kill me, it depends on whether you have the ability." Chu Feng stepped forward, and his whole body turned into a streak of light, and the dragon chanting sword in his hand pierced the hundred
Face the old man's throat.
"Buzz."
However, just when Chu Feng's Dragon Song Sword was less than half an inch away from the Hundred Faced Old Man's throat, the Hundred Faced Old Man reached out his palm, stretched out his fingers, and actually caught Chu Feng's Dragon Song Sword between his fingers.
between.
"No matter how powerful your martial arts are, they are still virtual objects. Your martial arts condensed with profound energy also want to touch my heavenly martial body? What a wishful thinking." The old man with a hundred faces smiled strangely, and then a burst of heavenly power came from his two fingers, and it was in Chu Feng's hand.
The dragon chanting sword was shattered into pieces.
At the same time, a powerful momentum also swept towards Chu Feng, causing Chu Feng to retreat continuously and almost fell to the ground.
"How is it possible? How could this old man be so strong?" Chu Feng frowned. He realized that this ever-changing old man was extremely powerful, both in terms of the intensity of his heavenly power and his true combat power. He was definitely not an ordinary third-level Tianwu man.
can be compared.
"I entered the killer camp at the age of five. I have killed people at the age of six, and I have already killed people at the age of seven. The thirty-three companions who received training together became killers at the age of eight. I am the fastest person to become a killer in the history of the killer camp.
people."
"In my career as a killer, I have killed a total of 338,541 people and slaughtered 871 families. I have been on the verge of life and death countless times. The fighting skills I have honed, I
How can the life-and-death test that I have gone through be comparable to that of a baby like you?"
"Don't think that just because you have practiced high-level Xuan Gong, mastered the supreme secret technique, and held the master-recognizing weapon, you can compete with me with your eighth-level Xuanwu cultivation."
"In front of me, you are like an ant. I can take your life whenever I want. You have nowhere to escape." The old man with a hundred faces, his eyes like blades, overflowing with murderous intent, his whole aura became extremely fierce.
Terrifying, he is a real executioner, a murderer with countless blood on his hands.