Master Xuanying's fierce tone and murderous look on his face made Master Lin's heart suffocate, his feet trembled, and he almost fell down. They martial arts people shouted and killed at every turn. They always talked about the martial arts underworld, and
However, under the banner of punishing rape and eradicating evil, he is murderous and confident, thinking that he is very decent. In fact, it is no different from the disgusting words they say. It is better not to offend them as little people.
"Wait a minute, whose clothes are these?" Master Xuanying's sword was placed horizontally and coldly on Master Lin's neck, forcing her to raise her head. The middle-aged woman's pupils shrank, and her whole body became stiff with fear.
At the moment of being threatened, all the blood coagulated in the blood vessels, and the fingertips trembled.
Abi glanced over fiercely, and Master Xuanying snorted coldly. When the sword moved, Master Lin shouted in fear, "It belongs to Mrs. Feng!"
Everyone was shocked and took a breath, Mrs. Feng?
Feng Nanjin dotes on his wife, and it is known all over the world. The rumored young lady Feng made a very weak impression on them. She was completely covered up behind Nan Jin's sharp edge. Many people don't even know her name. They never forget her when they mention her.
One identity, that is Mrs. Feng.
How could a girl who was supposed to be delicate and frail have the token of the Young Palace Master of the Ghost Palace?
When she was imprisoned, Xuan Bei was running around for her. The relationship between Bingyue Palace and Fengjiabao had gradually become clearer. Could it be that Fengjiabao controlled the Ghost Palace behind the scenes?
This is the thought in everyone's mind at this time. It penetrates into the heart like a snake, cold and dangerous. The prestige of Fengjiabao is already higher than that of the three major forts and the four major families. The two Ice Moon Ghost Palaces are the two largest in the martial arts world.
Palace, its power extends north and south. If they, Fengjiabao, were in control, wouldn't Feng Nanjin be grabbing Wulin's throat and seriously endangering their interests.
Regardless of reputation or fame, he will be suppressed by Fengjiabao in the future. This is a situation they will never allow to happen.
The prosperity of Fengjiabao has long made others jealous, but they have no chance to dampen their spirit. God just gave them an excellent opportunity. This token came just in time!
The eyes of a group of decent people in the martial arts world flashed with sinister gleams. As soon as Xuanying's sword was withdrawn, Master Lin hurriedly got into the carriage and drove away in a hurry without paying any attention to their dispute.
Abi frowned and reached out to take the token. Unexpectedly, Master Xuanying shrank her hand, glared angrily, and cursed arrogantly: "What? Do you want to destroy the evidence?"
Abi sneered, arguing loudly in front of the Fengjiabao gate, who is afraid of whom? The girl hugged her chest and mocked coldly, "I just want to see who put our young lady's clothes inside
We still don’t know inside, but Master Xuanying is so aggressive, could it be possible to conclude that the token belongs to our young lady?”
Shaolin's Master Mingkong stepped forward, clasping his hands, and his eyebrows were filled with compassion. He was a senior monk of the Shaolin generation. When Shaolin went to war, he surrounded and suppressed the Ghost Palace and the Ice Moon Palace. His reputation spread far and wide. Among all the martial arts people, he was the most worthy of respect.
A highly respected person. As the number of poisoned people increased day by day, it had reached a point where they could no longer be ignored. This time he followed them up the mountain, hoping to get Feng Nanjin to rescue him. Unexpectedly, something happened just as he arrived in front of the fort gate.
The matter of tokens.
"Amitabha, Miss Abi, the token was found in Mrs. Feng's clothes. Can you please ask Mrs. Feng to come out and clarify everything?"
"Master is right, what does it mean to hide in the Feng Family Fort and be a coward? If you have the ability, come out and tell me what's going on with this token?" the young master of the Dongfang Family shouted.
"Is it possible that the dignified young lady of Fengjiabao is actually the young palace mistress of the Demon Palace?" A Wudang disciple sneered.
"Let Feng Nanjin and his wife come out, don't hide at home and act like cowards!"
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"Yes, come out! Come out!" the crowd shouted.
Abi sneered, they really have two sets of standards. Ice Moon Palace is also a magic palace in their eyes. Why does it matter if the young master is the master, but not if the young lady is the young master of the Ghost Palace? They are obviously looking for excuses to cause trouble, which sounds nice.
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The Ice Moon Palace acts decisively and coldly, but never kills innocent people indiscriminately. In their eyes, its power has posed a great threat, while the Ghost Palace acts in a sinister and secretive way, and is ruthless, especially since it has recently taken the initiative to provoke many martial arts murders. In their eyes,
In her eyes, she wanted to get rid of him quickly. Not to mention that she didn’t believe that the young lady was from the Ghost Palace. Even if she was, what could they do? They knew clearly that Fengjiabao controlled the Ice Moon Palace, but they didn’t dare to come up and provoke.
But he was looking around for the location of Bingyue Palace. Could it be that he dared to act recklessly knowing that the Ghost Palace also belonged to Fengjiabao?
"Master Mingkong, monks don't lie. Even if my young master came out to clarify, would you believe it?" Abi asked coolly. The clamor at the door had attracted the attention of Mrs. Feng, Feng Haitang Xuanbei and others, and they rushed over.
"Abi, what happened?" Feng Haitang asked in a deep voice when he saw the ferocious look of these martial arts people.
Abi explained the matter simply, Feng Haitang frowned, turned around and said: "Mo Li, inform the young master!"
"Yes!" Mo Li accepted the order and left.
There were more than fifty people gathered at the door, all of them equipped with weapons, and the three carriages were filled with poisoned people. When Feng Haitang saw this situation, he knew that things would not go well today. He couldn't help frowning, a member of the Beggar Clan
Taking advantage of the large number of people, the disciple shouted, "They are deliberately delaying time. Let's rush in and ask Feng Nanjin for an explanation in person!"
"Yes, rush in!"
"Everyone, don't be impulsive. It's better to wait for the fort master to come out before deciding what to do next." Master Mingkong stopped him, but he couldn't stop them, their eyes red with profit. Fengjia Fort is the largest fortress in the world. It's as rich as the enemy.
Get rid of a huge gold mountain treasure house.
There was a sudden commotion at the door, fighting, and protrusions...
Everyone rushed in without hesitation, and panicked. A sword took the opportunity to coldly stab Mrs. Feng, who did not know martial arts. Abi Xiaocui immediately pulled out her long whip and stabbed Mrs. Feng's sword.
With two swish sounds, the long whip cut through the sky, sending out a cold and sharp energy. One person rolled up the hilt of the sword, and the other slapped the woman hard on the face. Blood mist was everywhere, and the woman screamed, and she suddenly covered her face.
Half of the face was torn, and blood slowly flowed out from between the fingers, instantly turning the back of the hand red.
"Master..." the woman screamed, her voice filled with tears due to the pain of being disfigured. She turned to a middle-aged woman for help, as if she wanted to make her vent her anger.
"Trash!" She was a middle-aged woman, somewhat old, with a dull complexion and stern eyes. She didn't care about her disciple being injured, and she stared at Madam Feng with hatred.
Xuan Bei had already sent people to escort Mrs. Feng back, and led everyone to desperately resist their offensive, and for a while they were in chaos.
The flash of swords and the shadow of swords, chaos!
The battle was fierce and murderous intent burst out!
The tips of the swords collided, and sporadic flames shot out in all directions. I don't know whether it was for profit or for killing, but their eyes were red. They screamed and rushed in desperately.
Master Mingkong retreated from the chaos, his compassionate eyes showed confusion and helplessness, he chanted Amitabha, and watched the battle calmly. The owner of Beitang Villa did not join them in messing around, shook his head, and said nothing.
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Most of the maids and servants in Fengjia Fort are good at martial arts and are not weak in martial arts. Nan Jin has recently transferred more than a dozen masters from Bingyue Palace to guard the fort. Compared with these martial arts masters, although their strength is slightly inferior, it is not far behind.
Far away. However, the incident happened suddenly. Many people were still patrolling in the backyard. Fengjiabao was so big that they had no time to come to the front. There were not many people in the front yard, so they were caught off guard and were forced to the front courtyard of the fort.
"It's unreasonable, it's too much!" Feng Haitang's sword energy swept away the unreasonable behavior of these so-called decent people in the martial arts world. She had gained experience and shouted, "Beat them all, don't show mercy!"
They were killing people with their deadly moves, the tip of their swords were pressing hard, and they used vicious killing moves without mercy. They seemed eager to drive everyone out of Fengjiabao. They were simply a group of robbers.
They didn't have time to appreciate the magnificence of Fengjiabao. After hearing the sound of the alarm bell, other people from Fengjiabao rushed to the front. For a moment, the martial arts people who had the upper hand suddenly showed their weakness.
Feng Nanjin with a cold face appeared at the corner of the corridor. Uncle Han pushed him and stopped in front of the lobby. Nanjin's eyes were as heavy as ice, with a dot of cinnabar between his eyebrows that was sad and gorgeous, and he sat quietly in the wheelchair.
, without saying a word to ask them to stop, like an ice sculpture, the cold air was overwhelming, his cold eyes swept across the ugly appearance of this group of martial arts people, and the corner of his lips raised a sarcastic arc that was half a smile. He gently played with the silk in his palm.
The golden thread seems to be quietly watching a farce.
Uncle Han's honest face also showed displeasure. This group of people went too far. The robbers were not as arrogant as them. As soon as Mo Li said that someone was breaking in, Nan Jin asked him to lead four people to guard Tassel in Mo Yuxuan.
Don't let her come out and follow Uncle Han to the vestibule. I didn't expect to see such a barbaric scene.
Then let’s compete and see who is stronger!
"Nan Jin, let them stop!" Mrs. Feng came out of the lobby and looked worriedly at the melee ahead.
Nan Jin waved her hand, "Mom, don't worry, they haven't practiced reaching out for a long time, let them have fun, lest they all don't know how high the sky is and how high it is!"
Mrs. Feng bit her lip anxiously. With her son here, she was not afraid of the sky falling, but for some reason, she always had an ominous premonition.
There was a fierce battle in the vestibule, and fire was everywhere. Master Xuanying hit a maid with one palm, and she fell violently into the camellia. Xiaocui Abi swung her cold whip and hit her with tacit understanding. She opened her bow from left to right. Master Xuanying avoided Xiao Cui Abi.
Cui whipped her, but she couldn't dodge Abi. Her arm was whipped, and blood flowed out. She stepped back repeatedly, knocked over the camellias on the roadside, and crushed them under her feet.
Mrs. Feng felt extremely distressed. These camellias were all precious species, and many of them were destroyed during the fight.
Upon seeing this, Abi Xiaocui whipped her feet with whips like raindrops, beating her as if she was dancing. She was whipped several times under her feet and screamed repeatedly.
Feng Haitang's cold sword energy had already knocked down several people, and several of Fengjiabao's maids and servants who were weaker in martial arts were also beaten to the point where it was difficult to get up.
Nan Jin watched calmly, Fengjiabao clearly had the upper hand.
Suddenly, two figures flew up, their swords flashed with cold murderous intent under their eyes, their bodies were like dragons, their aura was like a rainbow, they were coming straight towards Feng Nanjin.
Uncle Han immediately pulled Mrs. Feng back a few steps. Nan Jin sat safely in the wheelchair and watched the two swords coming through the air. A sneer appeared on his lips, he patted the armrest of the wheelchair and touched the mechanism.
A lancet was quickly swiped at a man's wrist, mercilessly cutting off the man's tendon. The sword clanked to the ground. He let out a sharp roar, covering his wrist and wailing. Nan Jin shook the cuff of his other hand, and a black chess piece was cold.
Holding it in his hand, Feng Qingyundan flicked it with domineering force, hitting another man in the waist and abdomen. Suddenly he fell from mid-air to the ground, twitching all over and screaming repeatedly.
Defeat the two of them easily, quickly, coldly, and ruthlessly!
"Amitabha, the wind benefactor, please forgive others when you are able to do so!" Master Mingkong's voice was rich and powerful, infused with three levels of internal energy, and could be heard clearly even in such a chaotic and noisy environment.
Nan Jin raised his eyes slantingly, and said in a calm and slow voice, "The master is a monk, and ordinary things in the world can also make the master become a monk, which is beyond Nan Jin's expectation."
The owner of Beitang Village frowned, his slightly weathered face was extremely domineering, and said in a deep voice: "Master Feng Castle, you are unwilling to treat those poisoned martial arts people outside. They are caring and caring, please forgive me, Lord Castle!"
Nan Jin sneered and asked indifferently, "Don't you feel blushing when the owner of the Beitang Village said this? Their life and death have nothing to do with me. Why should I be polite if they are so wanton in my place?"
"Fortmaster, why don't both sides take a step back..."
Nan Jin hummed, "Everyone take a step back? What qualifications do you have to negotiate terms with me?"
The owner of Beitang Manor took a breath. The rumors outside were true. Feng Nanjin did not show any mercy at all. Even when he and Master Mingkong came forward, he was scorned by him. He went his own way, was arrogant and indifferent, and had a cold face.
The sarcasm that seems to be a smile but not a smile, the arrogant and inviolable affection, the noble and noble temperament, and the power without anger.
"Stop!" Seeing that Nan Jin had no intention of shouting, the owner of Beitang Village shouted loudly, and since Nan Jin appeared, standing there like the backbone, the people of Fengjiabao attacked even more rapidly, and their people gradually showed signs of fatigue.
state.
The two sides who were fighting fiercely separated immediately, and the vestibule was in chaos. All the camellias placed in the vestibule were affected, and almost all were destroyed. The ground was left red and pale, and Mrs. Feng felt distressed when she saw it.
With the main road as the boundary, the two parties stood apart and were on full alert. There was a tendency for a big fight at any time.
Feng Haitang came up and explained the matter briefly. Nan Jin raised his eyebrows and his eyes flashed with surprise. Feng Haitang asked: "What do you think? Su Su..."
"It's none of Su Su's business!" Nan Jin waved her hand and said firmly, trusting Liu Su unconditionally.
Master Xuanying coldly threw the token to the ground, and was whipped several times by Abi and Xiaocui on her arms and thighs. A Taoist robe was stained with blood, her eyes were red with anger, and she stared at Nan Jin and asked:
"Lord Wind Castle, what's going on?"
Abi picked up the token, a special skull and a blood-red peony. It was indeed the token of the Young Palace Master of the Ghost Palace. Nan Jin quietly hid it with his sleeves. Everyone saw that he was neither salty nor indifferent. Dongfang Family
The young master of the village asked angrily, "Master Feng, what do you mean by this? Let Mrs. Feng come out and explain. Could it be that she is the young master of the Ghost Palace?"
Everyone agreed. The glamorous Young Master Dongfang looked arrogant. It was the first time he saw the world-famous Feng Nanjin, who was just a lame man. He looked down on him at all.
"Explain?" Nan Jin sneered, played with the silk and gold thread, and asked in a cold voice: "Who is my wife, and why should I explain to you?"
Xiaocui raised her lips and said, "Sir, he is the largest, whitest and tenderest garlic in our backyard vegetable garden. You can fry or pickle it as you please. You must be blind, you can't recognize it."
"Stinky girl! You're looking for death!" He swung his sword and was about to stab Xiao Cui. Xiao Cui swung his long whip arrogantly, with such a posture that he was so domineering in one go that he almost rolled his eyes in anger.
"Oh, no wonder it smells so bad?" Abi pretended to cover her nose, which made Dongfang Yu even more angry.
"Nephew Dongfang, don't argue with these stinky girls!" the owner of the Bai family village soothed. Dongfang Yu glared at Abi and Xiaocui, and they groaned in displeasure.
"Master Fengbao, now that the matter has come to this, why don't you ask the young lady to come out and explain it to everyone?" the master of the Beitang Village said with profound meaning.
Feng Haitang sneered, "You are really ridiculous. Who is my niece-in-law is none of your business? Are you causing trouble? People who are full of black water can still pretend to be upright. It's ridiculous. Go back to where you came from. Don't stay here.
An eyesore.”
Today they forced their way into Fengjia Fort and destroyed the camellias all over the place. Their attitude was arrogant and they used their righteous actions to cover up their ugly purpose. It was simply disgusting!
"Miss Feng, why do you need to hurt others with your nice words? Everyone is here for the safety of the martial arts world." Someone said dissatisfiedly.
"The safety of the martial arts world?" Feng Haitang laughed, "It's ridiculous!"
"Feng Nanjin, if we don't have an explanation today, don't think we will give up. Just because everyone is afraid of you does not mean that we will be afraid of you. Anyone who harms the martial arts will be punished. If Mrs. Feng is the young master of the Ghost Palace, she will kill you."
After killing Murong's family, the Lord of the castle please hand her over to our martial arts community for processing, and she will not be protected!" Bai Zhenfei shouted fiercely, with a righteous look on his face, and pointed his finger at Liusu.
Murong Shaobai, who had been silent all the time, had a flash of hatred and struggle in his eyes, and pursed his lips in silence.
When it comes to the tragedy of Murong Villa being wiped out, all the heroes are passionate and share the same hatred. It seems that they are the ones who have an sworn hatred against the Ghost Palace.
Nan Jin seemed to have heard something funny, "Murong Villa is within the jurisdiction of Fengcheng. If the Young Palace Master of the Ghost Palace killed the Murong family, didn't he hand it over to the government? Is it your turn to meddle in other people's affairs?"
The owner of Beitang Manor was stabbed in the face by Nan Jin, and his face turned bad. He ruthlessly suppressed everyone's impassioned words with "meddling in other people's business." The eyes he looked at Feng Nanjin became vicious and cannibalistic.
generally.
"Master Feng Castle protects Mrs. Ling so much. Is she really the young palace mistress of the Ghost Palace? And you and your husband sing together and cause a bloody storm in the martial arts world. What does this mean? A husband sings, and a wife sings, or a woman sings, a husband sings?" A man with a gloomy face
The young man asked curiously, his cold voice full of mockery and malice.
Nan Jin swept his eyebrows coldly and spoke unhurriedly, "So what if it is? So what if it's not?"
It seems that Nan Jin looked so calm, his unhurried tone made people breathless, and his cold eyes were like a monarch patrolling the territory, mad and domineering, and he was dismissive and indifferent to them.
, the posture is relaxed and intimidating.
The heroes began to commotion, and Master Mingkong said: "Donor Feng, yes or no, please ask Donor Feng to clarify, so that everyone can go back in peace. Why bother to avoid the topic?"
Nan Jin slightly raised her lips, "Master, does it seem like Nan Jin is someone who avoids the topic? I did it, I admit it, I didn't do it. I'm too lazy to explain, what can I say? Besides, if I tell the truth, you may not believe it.
, if the purpose is not here, then how can you listen to me?"
"I'm afraid the castle owner intends to protect your lady, right?"
Nan Jin raised her eyebrows, "Even if my wife is the young master of the Ghost Palace, what can you do? Capture her? It's up to you?"
The mocking and contemptuous eyes ignited the flames in the darkest corners of everyone's hearts, burning wildly, and the weapons in their hands were about to move, wanting to split Nan Jin in half.
"Feng Nanjin, what are you so arrogant about? Without this wheelchair, you wouldn't be like a useless person..." Before he could finish his words, the people in Fengjiabao were filled with anger, and Abi Xiaocui
Two long whips were whipped fiercely, and when Dongfang Yu hurriedly avoided it, the hidden weapon in Abao's hand struck him hard on the shoulder, and blood immediately poured out. Without the Young Master's order, he did not dare to hurt his vitals.
To avoid unexpected troubles.
Dongfang Yu screamed like a pig, Po's dagger was quenched with poison, and his whole arm was numb. They moved too fast, and the heroes couldn't cope with it. Dongfang Yu suddenly turned blue and twisted, and fell to the ground with a thump. Everyone was in chaos.
into a ball.
"Antidote?" The people from Dongfang Villa glared at Ah Bao fiercely, and Ah Bao grinned, his smile so bright that it deserved to be beaten, "I think Young Master Dongfang's mouth is really smelly, so it would be better to shut up.
, otherwise I’m afraid I’ll smoke you to death. It’s strange, Abi Xiaocui, you all think it smells bad, why can’t you smell it when they are so close?”
"Abao, tell me, can this man's nose be compared to that of an animal?" Abi despised his lack of common sense.
"We both came out of the hut, how can we smell each other's odor? We can smell our own." Xiao Cui answered with a smile.
The heroes were furious, and Master Xuanying shouted fiercely, "You, Fengjiabao, are simply too bullying and have evil intentions. No need to ask. She is so evasive. Mrs. Feng must be the murderer of Murong Villa. Master, Beitang Villa
Lord, you are all the close friends of Master Murong, why are you just ignoring me like this? And Young Master Murong, have you forgotten the blood feud between the Murong family?"
The eyes of several people became complicated. Nan Jin sneered and glanced at Murong Shaobai. Seeing the pain in his eyes, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips sarcastically, "Master Murong, the young master of the Ghost Palace led people to kill Murong that day.
The whole family is full, you should have seen her, do you think my wife might be the young palace master of the Ghost Palace who is physically agile and can fight and kill?"
a bunch of idiots!
Murong Shaobai opened his mouth in surprise. He had seen Liusu with a big belly. How could she be that ruthless woman? He immediately cupped his fists to the heroes and said: "Seniors, heroes, and friends from all walks of life in the world, this matter
I'm afraid Ling may have misunderstood, but Madam Feng is definitely not the Young Palace Master of the Ghost Palace, and I can assure you that Madam Feng is innocent."
The so-called sharp turn is probably what happened. Murong Shaobai, who was still immersed in hatred and struggle just now, took the initiative to clarify to Liusu. The heroes all stared at him, pointing angrily at Murong Shaobai and scolding him for being ungrateful and accepting Fengjiabao.
A little kindness but no regard for the blood feud between the Murong family.
"Mr. Murong, don't let them deceive you!"
"Yes, Feng Nanjin is full of tricks, this must be his conspiracy!"
"Young Master Murong, have you forgotten how miserable the old Master Murong died?"
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Nan Jin looked at this farce with a sneer. Naturally, they didn't want Murong Shaobai to personally come out to clarify, otherwise where would they have the right to continue to act recklessly?
Zi Ling, who had been present all the time, saw that things were getting more and more out of control, and hurriedly said to Nan Jin, "Sir, this token does not belong to the young lady. You have to believe the young lady, she is not the young palace mistress of the Ghost Palace."
Nan Jin's calm eyes showed no emotion. He naturally knew that Liusu was not the young palace master of the Ghost Palace. His indifferent eyes signaled Zi Ling to stop talking. The noise of everyone also calmed down and their eyes were fixed on her with a warning.
Some are curious, some are inquiring...
Being watched by so many people for the first time, Zi Ling was inevitably a little nervous. Xuan Bei came from the side and put his arm around her shoulders to give her courage. Zi Ling smiled stiffly and faced the eyes of the crowd and said bravely: "This token is
Miss Ruyu gave it to us, young lady, so that if we encounter any trouble on the road, we can take the token and go to the drug store for help. Our young lady is not the young palace master you call her at all."
"It must be a lie made up by this girl. Don't believe her!" someone shouted.
Nan Jin's face darkened, and he swept across them with a cold and stern gaze. His calm but powerful momentum swept across the entire army, immediately suppressing the commotion in the entire place. Some people are born with this kind of intimidating power.
"Master Mingkong, Master Beitang, this matter is already clear. Even Master Murong said that this person is not the Young Master of Ghost Palace. May I ask you two, how will this matter be resolved today?" Nan Jin was unhurried.
He asked slowly, after watching enough dramas, it was time to settle the scores after the fall.
Master Mingkong said: "Amitabha, it is we who are reckless and disturb the Lord of Wind Castle!"
"Master, what are you talking about? Even if Mrs. Feng is not the young master of the Ghost Palace, it still has something to do with her. Otherwise, how could she have her token?"
Nan Jin sneered. If this goes on, there will be no end. Later, even the matter of Bingyue Palace will be brought up. Nan Jin did not look at the speaker at all, and turned to Master Mingkong and the owner of Beitang, "Master, disturbing is a small matter.
, but how should I pay for my mother’s camellia? This one is worth a fortune, who will pay for it?”
Master Mingkong and the owner of Beitang Village were obviously startled. Feng Nanjin was really a businessman. It wasn't that he couldn't afford to pay, but who would pay? Such a huge amount.
But Nan Jin's eyes were as calm as water, seeming to be unyielding.
When the others saw the broken camellias all over the ground, their faces turned pale, and their arrogance immediately dissipated. Some people whispered, "Fengjiabao is as rich as any other country. Do you care about the camellias?"
Although the voice was small, Nan Jin could hear it clearly. He glanced at them and suddenly changed a lot. He sat up straight and felt a chill. There were two missing people.
"Xuanbei, Abi, Xiaocui, go to Mo Yuxuan immediately!" Nan Jin ordered hurriedly. At this moment, a burst of laughter spread wildly. The middle-aged woman with a gloomy face grabbed Tassel, and the woman beside her
The disciple's eyes were sharp and guarded, and the blood marks on his face were not clean yet. He was as terrifying as a devil from hell. Liusu frowned in pain, his face was pale, and his neck hurt from being strangled by her, and he could not speak.
"Young Madam..."
"Susu..."
The people in Fengjiabao were shocked and wanted to go over. The middle-aged woman grabbed Liusu's throat with a sinister expression, "Who dares to come over?" The others had to stop.
Nan Jin's eyes became more and more calm and alarmingly calm, and his face in the sun was even paler than Tassel. His voice was so smooth that no trace of fluctuation could be heard, "What are the conditions?"
"It's really the Lord of Wind Castle. Please speak quickly. If you want your wife and children to be safe, take this bitch like your mother to the Ghost Palace immediately. Otherwise, your precious wife will die and give birth to the child." The middle-aged woman laughed and laughed.
The sound was harsh and sharp, and he rushed outside the castle with his tassel in his arms.
"Don't chase!" Nan Jin shouted, stopping their pursuit, her face as cold as frost. Liu Su's painful eyes lingered in his mind. Her body simply couldn't withstand the torment. If she wasn't careful...
His heart ached as if he was being suffocated, and he said calmly, "Xiao Cui, rush down the mountain immediately and tell them not to stop her. Just let her go and don't let her hurt the young lady."
"Yes!" Abi hurried down the mountain, her face solemn and very scared.
The heroes seemed to be stunned by this situation and could not react for a moment.
"Nan Jin, what should I do?" Feng Haitang and Mrs. Feng were in a panic. Feng Nanjin had blue veins on the back of his hands, suppressing a deep anger. He swept his sharp eyes across the crowd and suddenly slapped the armrests on both sides. Countless ox-hair needles were like drizzle.
They came out freely and shot at them one after another...
Only screams were heard, and most people fell to the ground one after another, covering their faces, or wailing in pain... Some were shot in the eyes, some were shot in the face, and some were shot in the heart. Nan Jin was purely venting the pain in his heart.
He was full of resentment, and his attacks were ruthless and chaotic. Murderous aura overflowed from his body, and he could feel the oppression like a white blade from three miles away. He was like a life-threatening Shura from hell.
Those who were shot in the eyes had blood dripping from their eyes. If they were unlucky, they were considered disabled. Some were shot in vital parts and died on the spot.
More than fifty people, some dead, some seriously injured, and some slightly injured, fell to the ground, crying and screaming, and it was a miserable scene.
Master Mingkong and the owner of Beitang Village were horrified. Nanjin's move was already a killing spree, and it was too late for them to stop him!
He's crazy!
In the blink of an eye, he killed more than a dozen people and injured dozens of others. He was a devil, a living devil!
Xuan Bei, who hurried back from Mo Yuxuan, reported: "Sir, Mo Li was hit by a sword in the chest and fell unconscious. The others... are dead!"
Xiaocui and the others took a deep breath, and fierce hatred flashed through them, they actually killed people in Fengjiabao!
Nan Jin nodded, his face calm, his clear and cold eyes were filled with ice, sharp and hard, murderous aura came out of these eyes, very gentle, not obvious, but very sharp and profound.
The white clothes are as white as snow, the young master is like jade, and he is pure and noble. It is hard to imagine that his hands have just been stained with countless blood, but he behaves so calmly and calmly.
Leng scanned the corpses and the people rolling on the ground, turned the wheelchair, and looked at Master Mingkong and the owner of Beitang, "This is the price of greed!"
Master Mingkong and the owner of Beitang Village were shocked by his cold and ruthless look, unable to say a word. Nan Jin said coldly: "Throw them all out!"
"Yes!" Xiaocui Abao and the others took the order, dragged them, dead or alive, and threw them outside like garbage.
"Nan Jin, take your mother to the Ghost Palace in exchange for Su Su and the child!" Mrs. Feng held Nan Jin's hand and said kindly, as if the murderous Yama just now did not exist.
"Mom, I can save my wife myself, and I won't replace it with anyone else!" Nan Jin said in a deep voice, dropping a metal bone, which was extremely tough!
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I originally promised this 9,000, but Xiaoxiao couldn't stand it any longer. It's already past three o'clock, Lei! It's so cold here that my fingers are as cold as popsicles. My typing is slow and I frequently make typos. Xiaoxiao's tears... are cold.
Die, sleep, sleep, the difference is a thousand, you protest.
Also, today’s second update is still a suspense. I want to treat children to dinner. This time has troubled too many people. Haha! Because I don’t have time, I stay up so late. I will shed tears again. If it is not done by 8pm, then
