The man's heart skipped a beat and he opened his mouth to answer. Before he could finish speaking, a "ho, ho" sound came from his throat, like a broken wind.
"Young Master..." The man stared at Shangguan Qiyue in disbelief, holding the spear at his throat with one hand, and his pupils dilated slightly.
"You..." Before he could finish his words, Shangguan Qiyue waved his hand, and the spear turned into spiritual energy that filled the sky. The man also fell to the ground with a crash, and just stared at Shangguan Qiyue with his mouth open and his eyes open.
He looked like he was refusing to rest in peace.
"Trash is trash." Looking at the drop of blood on the hem of his clothes, Shangguan Qiyue frowned slightly.
"A pursuit order has been issued. Any disciple of the Huoling Sect who encounters Chen Feng will be killed without mercy."
"Those who come to see Chen Feng can take the position of deputy sect master."
After saying that, Shangguan Qiyue returned to the house with a smile, but there was no warmth in those fox eyes.
There was a wave in the air, and a person left quietly. If it hadn't been for the undetectable "Yes," one would really wonder if the wave just now was an illusion.
...
Chen Feng didn't know that the people from Huolingmen and Blackwater Town were looking for him, and even if they knew, he wouldn't care.
If he has many enemies, they are not too many, and if he has few enemies, they are not too few.
The debts are overwhelming. Unless they can kill Chen Feng, sooner or later, he will deal with them with his own hands.
Now, Chen Feng followed Zhang Ping to Duan Xinpo's last compound in Heishui Town.
Zhang Ping looked at the beautiful courtyard in front of him and said helplessly: "If this courtyard is really destroyed, we will have no place to live."
“What’s wrong with using the sky as your quilt and the earth as your bed?”
Chen Feng didn't care where he lived. When he was performing missions in the secular world, he also slept in seven-star hotels and stayed in smelly ditches.
Sometimes it is even more common to spend three days and three nights in a garbage dump for a mission.
On the other hand, after Zhang Ping heard these words, he felt his Taoist heart was shaken, and his cultivation actually improved a little.
"Chen Feng, thank you." Zhang Ping solemnly thanked Chen Feng. After entering the innate realm, it will take endless years of hard work to go further.
With just such a casual word from Chen Feng, Zhang Ping's cultivation improved to a small level. How could he not be grateful?
"No need." Chen Feng glanced at Zhang Ping in surprise, but he didn't expect that his cultivation level would improve with just one sentence.
In fact, Chen Feng was a blind cat who met a dead mouse. Zhang Ping always thought that in order to repay Duan Xinpo's kindness, he tightly bound himself and focused on Duan Xinpo in everything.
Over time, his state of mind became trapped. Although he could not give birth to inner demons, this was also a shackle for progress.
The open-mindedness in Chen Feng's words just now touched the shackles in Zhang Ping's heart and made him improve.
If it were another person, even if Chen Feng said this sentence a hundred times, it would have no effect at all.
The two of them did not discuss the matter again, and went to rest alone in the same room.
Chen Feng entered the room and took the little black snake out of his arms, poured a rejuvenation pill from the bottle and stuffed it into its mouth.
The mild medicinal power nourished the little black snake's body. Seeing that his condition had stabilized, Chen Feng sat on the bed and practiced peacefully.
Two hours later, Chen Feng opened his eyes with some frustration: "Why can't you break through?"
Chen Feng clenched his fists and felt the power in his body.