As soon as Han Fengfu walked out of the town, the old beggar pointed at his nose and cursed: "You little bastard, it doesn't matter if you go to die by yourself, you have to drag me with you. Don't look at how old I am. How can I withstand such a situation?"
Are you bothering? You don’t understand respecting the elderly and caring for the young at all, really.”
Han Feng smiled and said, "Please don't take it off, old man. They are all brats, but I am going to finish off those monks. Without the help of the old man, I am afraid it will be difficult to complete."
The old beggar was so angry that he said with a smile: "It's your business to kill people. How can I, a dying old man, help you? You are talking incoherently. I think your skull is damaged."
Han Feng said with shame: "Don't misunderstand me, old man, you can just watch from the side when I take action. Somehow, I feel very at ease with you watching from the side. Besides, you can curse these monks from time to time, can you
Help me a lot." Now that things have happened, Han Feng is convinced that the person who just took action is the old man. He analyzed it carefully just now and felt a sense of confidence in the words of the old man. Compared with the fear and numbness of the townspeople, the old man is obviously not normal.
. He speculated that this old man must have some means to protect himself, and he would drag him with him to assassinate him no matter what.
The old beggar muttered: "It seems that the game is about to end at the end, and I will feel unhappy if I keep pretending. Listen up, kid, since you can see that I am not an ordinary person, then I will help you get rid of those three people."
What an idiot, we have nothing to do with each other from now on, you go your own way and I pretend to be mine."
Han Feng said: "No, old man. Since I have promised to do this, I naturally have to do it myself. How can I do it myself? But when I am in trouble for a while, I would like you to help me. I will be very grateful."
The old beggar rolled his eyes strangely and looked at Han Feng as if he were a monster, "Where did you learn these pedantic dogmas at a young age? You promised me that you can't take the lead? What kind of logic is this? Who is your master to teach you such a thing?
I'm such an idiot, I can't get any better."
Hearing the old man's rude words, Han Feng was not angry. He said respectfully: "The boy's mentor is Chen Yunsheng of the Tianqiong Sect. His mentor is Master Feiyun, the fourth generation disciple of the Tianxuan Sect. If you calculate it like this, the boy should be
A disciple of Tianqiong Sect and a disciple of Tianxuan Sect."
When the old beggar heard this, his expression changed, and he returned to normal immediately, muttering in his mouth: "Oh no, even Old Seventh has been offended this time. How come his disciple got involved with the Tianqiong Sect? It's weird, it's weird."
Han Feng was confused and asked: "Old man, can you go with me now?"
The old beggar stared at Han Feng with good eyesight for a long time, and squeezed out a few words through his teeth, "The qualifications are extremely poor. Hey, when did it become so easy for Tianxuan Sect to recruit disciples?"
Hearing the old man say that his qualifications were poor, Han Feng's face burned and he said sheepishly: "What the old man said is true. The junior's qualifications are indeed very poor. Two years have passed and I am still at the lowest level of Qi training. I don't know when.
Able to fly into the sky and escape from the earth."
Sighing, the old beggar said helplessly: "Since you are a disciple of Tianxuan Sect, I have no reason not to help. But the ugly words are ahead. Since you don't let me take action on your behalf, I will just help. As for
Whether you can kill those three people depends on your ability. This matter is very dangerous, you have to think clearly."
Han Feng nodded solemnly, bowed his hands in thanks, and the two of them walked towards the east.
There was no starlight or moonlight that night, and the sky was completely dark. Before midnight, thick fog rose all around, and the range of vision was extremely poor. Han Feng and the old beggar walked on a dirt road, one step at a time, one step at a time.
There were more people walking, and although the ground was solid, it was not very smooth. In the time it took to burn an incense stick, I could vaguely see a two-story building in front of me, with a bright light shining on the attic. Han Feng stopped and said,
Carefully counting the figures reflected on the window lattice, in addition to three men, there were also three women.
The old man poked Han Feng's back and took out a small paper bag from nowhere. He whispered: "Here are some medicinal powders. Sneak under their room and throw the powder into the house. Remember not to inhale it, otherwise
There will be endless troubles.”
Han Feng nodded, and his mind suddenly felt like a mirror. It turned out that the four monks had been poisoned by the old beggar. He held the paper bag in his hand, and floated to the downstairs of the house in front of him as light as a feather, and flicked his legs.
, people came under the window. The old beggar in the distance shook his head and cursed: "How can we get through like this? How can the people in the house not feel such a big living person?"
Han Feng leaned his body tightly against the wall and listened attentively to the movement inside. He could only hear the woman breathing softly. Through the small cracks in the window lattice, Han Feng saw three pairs of men and women entangled naked together.
The 'fierce battle' is in full swing.
He held the paper bag in his hand and was about to tear it open. Suddenly he hesitated. If the poison was scattered in the room, the three women would definitely die. However, these three people may not be the accomplices of the three monks. It is more likely that they would be the accomplices of the three monks.
They were coerced, so it seemed inappropriate to end their lives in such a hurry.
While he was struggling, a yellow light suddenly shot out from the house and hit Han Feng's door. Feeling something bad, Han Feng hurried downstairs, only to hear constant crackling sounds, and a huge hole had been punched out of the window lattice.
.A man with naked upper body and lower body wrapped in obscene clothes stood in front of the window on the second floor. He was holding a sword hand with both hands, and a flying sword emitted a yellow light.
Han Feng was complaining in his heart, but he didn't expect that a single thought would almost kill him. It seemed that the fight between the monks was really no joke. He held the Changge, but slowly slid back, knowing that there was someone behind him.
As a poison expert, you still have to rely on others at critical times.
The man with an upper body didn't talk nonsense. He pointed his sword with both hands, and the yellow sword light pierced Han Feng's vitals. At this moment, the other two monks were already dressed and jumped behind Han Feng, cutting off his retreat.
Already.
The Chang Ge swept across and opened the flying sword. The man with an upper body frowned slightly. Judging from the information fed back by the flying sword, the inconspicuous black Chang Ge in the opponent's hand was somewhat unusual.
Turning around quickly, Han Feng's heart felt like it was falling into an ice cellar. His biggest support, the old beggar, had disappeared. Two flying swords stabbed him from behind, and a breath of death penetrated into his bones, "
Am I going to die? Even if I die, I still need to pack some support to save myself from loneliness on the road."
Gritting his teeth, Han Feng scattered the paper package in the wind, and a purple dust rippled away. At the same time, he turned around and blocked the attack of the two flying swords. The huge impact made Han Feng unsteady.
He took a few steps back and sat on the ground. The upper body man suddenly said: "I want to live, so don't kill me. The weapon in this kid's hand is very weird. He actually drilled out my flying sword."
There is a gap, it seems that things are not that simple."
The two monks held their swords horizontally, and the light green sword light was pointed directly at Han Feng's neck. Although it did not touch his skin, the cold air had penetrated, making him extremely uncomfortable. Seeing the purple dust dissipating in the night sky,
A smile appeared at the corner of Han Feng's mouth, and his eyes became much calmer. He said in his heart, "Mom and dad, Feng'er can't fulfill his filial piety in front of your knees. Master, don't blame me for embarrassing you. Why do I have such poor qualifications?"
, only to be abused."
Looking at Han Feng with his eyes closed on the ground and a smile on his lips, the upper-body monk felt a little strange. He asked sternly: "Boy, who are you? Why are you eavesdropping under the window? Who sent you here?"
of?"
Opening his eyes, Han Feng said: "Oh? Are you a monk from Sitian Pavilion? It seems this is a misunderstanding. I am a newly recruited monk from Sitian Pavilion in Xianzhou. I went to Yuezhou to do something and was kidnapped on the way.
I stole the property and chased it all the way here. I thought it was you who did it, but it turned out to be someone with the same constitution. Haha, hehe, the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, and the whole family no longer recognized each other."
The man behind him said: "Boss, I think this kid has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, and he speaks lotus flowers. None of his words are true. If I don't give him something powerful, I'm afraid he won't be honest."
The man with the upper body sneered and said: "Well, in that case, we can't blame our hands for being dirty. Tie him up, cut off his body piece by piece and feed it to the wild dogs, so that these beasts can save the night.
It roars at night and disturbs people's dreams."
At this point, Han Feng grabbed Ge's head and pointed the sharp blade at his throat. He would rather kill himself than be humiliated. At this moment, a sharp pain rose from his Dantian and went straight into the back of his head. His eyes
Becoming a little dazed, he vaguely saw the three monks around him also swaying, pressing their heads with their hands, their expressions extremely painful.
"The power of the medicine has taken effect. Hey, it seems that God still favors me. Otherwise, why would he give me such a way to die?" Thinking of this, Han Feng closed his eyes and allowed the power of the medicine to flow randomly in his meridians.