Those who say bad things behind their backs are afraid of being heard, especially those involved.

Of course, the scarred man didn't know that what he had just heard them talking and sarcastic was the biggest joke in the world he mentioned. The reason why he was so nervous that he was even half awake when he was scared to drink was mainly because the town they were in was strictly the territory of Divine Sword Villa.

Although the scarred man seemed to be disdainful of Divine Sword Villa, he actually knew very well that compared with the giant Divine Sword Villa, he was just a drop in the ocean. If the other party really wanted to erase him, it would not take much effort.

Just like why he didn't agree to the so-called friend of Qingfeng Thirteen Mountain Village at that time, it was not because he said he had something to deal with, but because he knew very well that his ability was not enough to participate in the operation of robbing the Divine Sword Villa.

Not to mention that Qingfeng Thirteen Sup's action may not be successful, even if it is really successful, it is not his turn to get the valuable ones among the spoils. This kind of action that is not proportional to the gains, even if he is not careful, he will not join it.

In fact, people like him who seem rough but are actually cautious should not say bad things about Divine Sword Villa within the sphere of influence of Divine Sword Villa. But when the alcohol comes, he can't help it.

Of course, if it was an ordinary person, he would not be able to hear it clearly if he said it. After all, although he was drunk, he noticed this and deliberately lowered his voice. But what he didn't expect was that in an inn in such a remote town, in addition to his three brothers, there was also a good kung fu with Jianghu guests here, and he also heard his words.

So when he was awakened by Xie Feihong's words and was suppressed by alcohol, he immediately realized that he must not let the person who had just heard them talked about go out of this inn alive. Otherwise, he would probably not only face the pursuit of him by the Divine Sword Villa, but also from Qingfeng Thirteen Villages.

He leaked his plan to Qingfeng Thirteen Village and would never let him go. Maybe his friends were the ones who were chasing him the most fierce ones.

Thinking of this, the scarred man couldn't help but press his hand on the knife, slowly turned his head like a mechanical one, and looked at the direction that had just made a sound, Xie Feihong said coldly: "What? Do you have any objections to what I just said?"

"No?" Xie Feihong said lightly as he tasted the clear water first.

"Of course," the scarred man drew his sword in his hand, stood up with a smile on his face, slowly walked to Xie Feihong and said, "I want to be tolerant of the dead."

"Oh, it seems you seem to be very confident in yourself," Xie Feihong said.

"Of course," said the scar-faced man with a grin: "I, Cao, have been in the world for 30 years. I am still alive and have lived better. Do you think I should be confident?"

"Are you practicing sword?" Xie Feihong asked with a look at the single sword in the other party's hand.

"No, it's been more than a dozen years!" The scar-faced man also glanced at the blood-shelf long knife that Xie Feihong placed on the table and said in a deep voice: "Are you learning to kill?"

"It's just a rough understanding," Xie Feihong said lightly.

"Is it rough?" The scar-faced man glanced at the blood-sheathed sword greedily and said, "It's a pity that this knife is, but it doesn't matter, because it will find a better and more suitable owner right away."

"Better and more suitable? Are you talking about you?" Xie Feihong raised his head and looked at the scar-faced man and chuckled.

"Of course," said the scar-faced man with a good look: "A good knife should be matched with a good master."

"Good master? Haha," Xie Feihong couldn't help but chuckled when he heard this: "You good master, please report your number, so that I can know what kind of person is worthy of my knife."

"Okay," said the scar-faced man with a narrow eyes: "Save you to not know who you have died at the hands of the Yama Palace."

"Listen," the scar-faced man shook the knife in his hand slightly and said with a complacent look: "I am Cao Yang, one of the three heroes in the northwest, and Master Cao San! Remember, don't ask the King of Hell, I don't know the name of Master!"

"Master?" Xie Feihong turned his gaze to the glass of water in his hand again, smiled, and said with a sarcastic look: "There is really no tiger in the mountains. Monkeys call themselves kings. Anyone dares to call themselves masters, and anyone dares to say that they practice swords."

"You are looking for death!" The scar-faced man said angrily when he heard this, and then he didn't say much nonsense and directly slashed at Xie Feihong's head with one knife.

"Not bad!" Xie Feihong sat upright in the face of the sword light that was as bright as the wind and lightning. He directly stretched out his two fingers and clamped the knife that was enough to open the stone to crack the stone, so that it could not make any progress.

"This is? Lingxi's finger?! Are you Lu Xiaofeng?" The scar-faced man was shocked when he saw the long sword in his hand being firmly held by Xie Feihong. He couldn't help but say, "No, no! Lu Xiaofeng has four eyebrows. Who are you!"

"Is it very important?" Xie Feihong said lightly.

"You!..." The scar-faced man looked at Xie Feihong holding his knife lightly, and couldn't help but retreat. While looking for a way out, he quickly changed his face and smiled: "What you are right is not important, it is not important. You deserve to die. You must have seen that the little one has just drunk a lot, so he speaks a little unspeakable. The adults don't care about villains..."

"How many years have you been in the world?" Xie Feihong asked faintly by the scarred man.

The scarred man was slightly stunned when he heard this. Although there was a trace of bad premonition in his heart, he still answered truthfully: "It has been nearly 20 years."

"That's how long it's been," Xie Feihong said lightly as he played with the teacup in his hand: "Since you've been drinking this world for so long, why haven't you understood the truth that disaster comes from your mouth!"

After saying that, Xie Feihong didn't wait for the scarred man to reply, and suddenly squeezed his fingers with one knife. With a sharp bang, the steel knife was cut off in the waist.

Before the scarred man could recover from the shock, Xie Feihong slashed his throat with the broken knife on his fingertips, and then his eyes gradually lost their spirit.

He put the broken knife on the table, and Xie Feihong gently wiped his hands with a handkerchief, took a certain amount of silver and placed it on the table. When he arrived at the checkout, he signaled to Xie An beside him, and then took the blood sheathed knife he placed on the table and turned around.

"Oh, my master, I haven't asked you for money yet," the waiter picked up the silver and checked it roughly, and then said anxiously to Xie Feihong and the others who were walking out.

"I reward you with the floor washing," Xie Feihong responded without looking back and disappeared outside the door.

"Ah? Wash the floor?" The waiter was slightly stunned, then quickly reacted, and hit his head mechanically and looked at him at the scarred man who had been standing here and still moving.

After looking at the broken knife with obvious blood stains on the table, the waiter couldn't help swallowing, then squeezed out a smiley face tremblingly, touched the scarred man gently and said, "This master...ah!"

Although he had expected this possible result, facing a headless corpse that had just fallen off his head when he touched it, the waiter couldn't help but scream in surprise, and even the silver in his hand fell on the table.

"Master Cao!" The two companions of the scarred man couldn't help but rush over at this time. There was no way. Xie Feihong took action just now. They didn't see that the other party had actually used the cutting knife to cut off their elder brother's head!

"What a quick knife! What a cruel person!" the man with toothless murmured.

Although his martial arts may not be very high, his eyesight is still there. Just by the wound, you can tell how fast the knife Xie Feihong just swung!

"Who is he? When did such a sword master appear in the world?" Another person with a nose ring on his nose was shocked, but he was concerned about another aspect.

The man with front teeth was missing and he couldn't help but recover when he heard this, glanced around him, and looked at one of the objects, and said in a stern voice: "I know who he is!"

"What? Who is he?" asked the man with a nose ring anxiously.

The man with the front teeth did not answer directly, but pointed to the object he saw.
Chapter completed!