The night is hazy, the moon is dark and the wind is high.
Xu Zhaotian has been away for three hours, but still hasn't come back.
Xu Qing'er sat in front of the room, constantly looking into the distance, as if expecting something.
"Don't worry."
Shen Chenfeng looked at the dilapidated thatched house, shook his head slightly and said, "Your brother will be fine."
"Why are you so sure?"
Xu Qing'er seemed to have thought of something bad, her eyes flashed with tears again, and she said, "What if my brother can't come back?"
"If he doesn't come back, I can only blame me for making a mistake."
Chen Chenfeng flicked his fingers and was about to say something.
Bang!
A black shadow suddenly fell from the sky and hit the ground hard.
"ah."
Xu Qing'er was startled, then bravely stepped forward to check.
I saw Xu Zhaotian covered in blood, lying weakly on the ground. But he was holding a round head in his arms, and kept giggling in his mouth, saying: "Haha, Qing'er, I finally avenged you, look at this What is it."
While talking, Xu Zhaotian took out the head and showed it to Qing'er.
Qing'er, a little girl, has never seen such a scene before.
She couldn't help but scream again, rolled her eyes, and fainted.
"Qinger."
Xu Zhaotian was shocked and quickly stepped forward to check.
After confirming that Xu Qing'er was fine, Xu Zhaotian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"How about it?"
Shen Chenfeng sat in the big chair, calm and steady, and asked with a smile: "Does the feeling of revenge feel good?"
"Of course it's fun."
Xu Zhaotian wiped the blood on his face and said with fierce eyes: "Mr. Shen, you don't know how happy I felt when Wang Chong knelt in front of me and begged. But I still killed him because he Bullying my sister has violated my bottom line, and I will never let him stay."
"Good kill."
Shen Chenfeng nodded and said: "This kind of beast really deserves to be killed."
"Thank you, Mr. Shen, for helping me avenge myself."
Xu Zhaotian knelt on the ground again, holding the invisible sword in both hands, and said: "From now on, I, Xu Zhaotian, am willing to work as hard as a dog or horse for Mr. Shen."
"This invisible sword originally belonged to your Xu family, so you can keep it for now."
Shen Chenfeng looked coldly, tapped the table with his fingers, and said, "And you don't have to work for me. Now I have a great opportunity for you. But whether you can get this opportunity depends on your own destiny. "
"What chance?"
Xu Zhaotian is holding the invisible sword, whether he is holding it or not.
Take it, for fear of offending Shen Chenfeng.
Don't accept it, I feel reluctant to part with it.
"Tomorrow, Xu Xiao will compete with other practitioners."
Shen Chenfeng saw Xu Zhaotian's thoughts and didn't reveal it, saying: "I want you to defeat Xu Xiao severely in front of everyone."
"What?"
Xu Zhaotian jumped up and couldn't help but touch his wound. He bared his teeth and said, "Mr. Shen, are you kidding me? That Xu Xiao is the son of Canglong. How can I be his opponent?"
"You own the invisible sword and practice the Xu family's swordsmanship. Why can't you be his opponent?"
Shen Chenfeng flicked his finger, and a ray of white light fell on Xu Zhaotian.
Xu Zhaotian suddenly felt warm all over his body, his injuries healed at an astonishing speed, and he was back to normal in the blink of an eye.
He stood up and moved his body, and there was a crackling sound all over his body, and said: "Master Shen, it's not that I'm not confident enough. Xu Xiao is a strong man in the Eternal Realm, but I only have the cultivation level of the Dharma Realm."
"So what?"
"Did you know that Xu Fu, the ancestor of your Xu family, was a master who could defeat the Jindan Yuanshen when he was in the Dharma Realm? As a descendant of Xu Fu, how are you worse than Xu Fu?"
Shen Chenfeng raised his hand and pointed, and another white light fell between Xu Zhaotian's eyebrows.
"This Hunyuan strike is your ancestor's secret skill."
"If you can't defeat that Xu Xiao tomorrow, don't say you know me."
After saying that, Shen Chenfeng's figure flashed and disappeared directly into the space.
After Shen Chenfeng completely disappeared, Xu Zhaotian stepped forward and hugged Qing'er, his expression full of excitement, and said: "Qing'er, we have met a noble man. As long as I can become a disciple of Mr. Shen, no one can bully us in the future. "
"But……"
Xu Qing'er looked hesitant and said: "Brother, Master Shen will accept you as his disciple, right?"
"certainly."
Xu Zhaotian's face became solemn and he said: "But if I want to become Master Shen's disciple, I need to defeat Xu Xiao tomorrow. Now I must seize the time to understand the swordsmanship given to me by Master Shen."
"Qing'er, you protect me and don't let anyone get close to me."
With that said, he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to practice silently.
At this time, Shen Chenfeng returned to his guest room.
But just as his right foot crossed the threshold, an extremely dark aura swept towards him crazily.
"court death."
Shen Chenfeng's eyes flashed and he punched straight out.
The strong black and yellow aura illuminated the entire room brightly.
boom!
The figure groaned and took seven steps back, leaving deep footprints on the ground with each step.
After seven steps, he suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a stream of blood.
"kill!"
Several other figures rushed at the same time from different directions.
"roll!"
Shen Chenfeng's figure dodged and escaped the attacks of several people.
Then he appeared next to someone, raised his hand and punched him.
Bang bang bang!
The first five people, like rag sacks, flew straight out, hit the wall hard, and then fell to the ground.
"Kneel down for me."
Shen Chenfeng pressed the last person's shoulder and pressed hard towards the ground.
Click!
There was a sound of bone cracking.
"ah!"
The cultivator screamed, his legs were directly crushed by Shen Chenfeng, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop.
"stop."
Just when Shen Chenfeng was about to continue taking action, the original cultivator suddenly shouted loudly.
Shen Chenfeng stopped attacking, turned around and looked at the seven familiar figures, and said lightly: "Seven fellow Taoists, it's so late and you come to my room. What are you doing?"
"Mr. Chen, misunderstanding, all of this is a misunderstanding."
The Immortal Dao leader knelt on the ground, with cold sweat breaking out on his painful forehead, and said: "I say Mr. Chen, can you take your hands away first and let me stand up first?"
"You'd better kneel down first."
Instead of taking away his palm, Shen Chenfeng became even more powerful. The leader of the Immortal Dao grinned in pain and said, "If you have something to say, hurry up, and if you have any farts, hurry up. Don't waste my precious rest time."
"Mr. Chen, we came here today just to discuss with you the matter of the Son of Canglong."
The leader of the demonic path said gloomily: "I see that Mr. Chen is alone and has no disciples. Could it be that he is not interested in this son of Canglong?"
"Who said I don't have any disciples?"
Shen Chenfeng looked around at the people around him, with a sneer on his lips, and said, "And I'm not afraid to tell you that my disciple, Chen Feng, is from the Xu family."
