When Meng Changsheng taught Feng Lin how to slash, he told him at which angle he could maximize his speed.
But sometimes if the speed is too fast, weaknesses will appear.
That is, the nerves will not be interrupted in the first place.
Enemies who are killed can also subconsciously fight back.
Just now, Feng Lin appeared behind Park Nanqiang and slashed him three times before he was moved away.
These three cuts were all on the neck and back of the head, so he would definitely die.
But before Feng Lin could take action against that woman, he went over this time and prepared to kill her.
After Feng Lin left, Han Meimei and Cen Anbang walked towards Cui Zhiqian.
Cen Anbang searched carefully and found that there were no wounds on his body.
He deliberately turned Cui Zhiqian over, and there was no blood on the grass.
"Who was that person just now?"
Cen Anbang said in a deep voice, "At the eighth level of Dacheng, wouldn't that mean that even the Tantai family would be destroyed at the drop of a hat?"
Han Meimei's eyes were shining. Is that the pressure of the eighth level of Dacheng?
Obviously you can't feel any breath, but it makes people's hearts tremble.
Just now, the opponent's target was Cui Zhiqian, but as a bystander, Han Meimei didn't dare to breathe.
…
at the same time.
At the foot of a mountain somewhere in Jiang City, Pu Qinmei's legs were trembling as she looked at the corpse on the ground.
Lying here is none other than her brother, Pu Nanqiang.
Just now, the two of them moved here together.
Park Nanqiang was talking when blood suddenly spurted out from the back of his neck and he fell to the ground.
"Mr. Cui, why aren't you here yet?"
The reason why Park Geum-mi didn't leave was because the transfer address set by Cui Zhiqian was right here.
She walked back and forth here, her body shaking uncontrollably.
"Come on! Come on!"
As Pu Qinmei was talking, someone's hand fell on her shoulder.
"Mr. Cui, you are finally here, my brother..."
Park Qinmei just turned around and realized that the person in front of her was not Cui Zhiqian, but Feng Lin.
She was so frightened that her legs collapsed, and she sat down on the ground with a plop.
"Don't wait, your Mr. Cui is already dead."
Feng Lin looked down at Park Nanqiang and found that there was no space ring on his hand.
Then he used the Ashes Holy Gu to devour the corpse.
"You...what are you going to do?"
Park Qinmei was so excited that she spoke in her native language.
Feng Lin pulled out the scalpel, did not answer, and walked towards Pu Qinmei with a calm expression.
"Don't kill me! I am a descendant of the Holy King. Even if you kill me, you will not be better off. I will give you money and women..."
Pu Qinmei shed tears, but she was not as aggressive as before. She knelt on the ground and cried: "Don't kill me, please."
"Your life is really not important to me."
Feng Lin squatted in front of Pu Qinmei, "But you need to exchange for a treasure, a treasure more valuable than your life."
"Baby! Yes! There are many. What do you want?"
When Pu Qinmei heard that there was a turning point, she hurriedly raised her head, tears streaming down her face.
"A lot? It seems like your life is worthless, so you might as well die."
Feng Lin held the scalpel tightly.
"No! My life is precious, almost nothing can compare to it."
Park Qinmei's brain was thinking crazily, and she suddenly said: "I know a piece of news, which is very valuable."
"Tell me."
Feng Lin nodded calmly.
"We found a ruins in Qilu, China, with formations inside. Mr. Cui guessed that it should be the tomb of an ancient master."
Park Geum-mi explained.
"In Qilu?"
Feng Lin just came back from that place.
"Yes, in addition to this location, Mr. Cui's hometown is also in Qilu Province."
Park Qinmei nodded, "That's why we ordered the agency to tour Qilu in the near future. The first show will be in Mr. Cui's hometown, and the second show will be in the city outside the ruins."
"So there is another reason, which city?"
Feng Lin narrowed his eyes.
He needs a place to perform, and maybe this ruins is a good venue.
"You...if you let me go, I will tell you."
Park Qinmei said timidly.
"Damn it! You still dare to give me conditions?"
Feng Lin kicked Pu Qinmei.
boom!
Her body flew upside down and hit the hillside in the distance.
Feng Lin took a quick step and appeared in front of Pu Qinmei.
Use the White Emperor's Holy Sword to pierce Pu Qinmei's shoulder.
"Ah! Wow wow..."
Park Qinmei screamed in pain, covered her shoulders and cried loudly.
Swish, brush, brush!
Feng Lin gathered three more swords in front of him, "You have one more chance, tell me where it is?"
"I'm telling you, you... you can't kill me."
Park Qinmei cried.
"Yes, but there is a prerequisite. You need to tell me the location of the Holy Palace."
Feng Lin said calmly.
"Why are you asking about the Holy Palace?" Pu Qinmei choked, covering her shoulders.
"If you dare to take revenge on my people, I will lead my people to destroy your Holy Palace." Feng Lin said with a smile.
"Okay! I won't take revenge! I will tell you the address of the ruins now, and you will let me go immediately."
Park Qinmei nodded.
"No! What if the place you mentioned is wrong, where should I find you? You have to take me there in person."
Feng Lin waved his hand gently, and all the White Emperor's Holy Swords here turned into Qi and disappeared.
"good."
Park Geum-mi has no choice.
"Let all the people on your mountain retreat. Cui Zhiqian is dead. He was killed by one of the country's masters. You can tell them the truth."
Feng Lin took out a healing elixir and flicked it into Pu Qinmei's mouth.
Pu Qinmei nodded secretly, that was all she could do now.
She first sent a message to those people, telling them that Cui Zhiqian had been killed by the country's masters.
Let them scatter and flee back.
Then he covered his shoulders and looked at Feng Lin, "Go now?"
"No, come back with me."
Feng Lin took Pu Qinmei back to the Gu family.
When she saw Cui Zhiqian's body still lying here, she was trembling with fear.
The masters of China are indeed powerful.
Cui Zhiqian is a master of formations, and the key is to reach the third level.
To be able to kill him silently in the outside world, one must have at least a fifth level of strength.
"Feng Lin! Why did you bring her back?"
Xu Ruoying came over and asked.
"Does that need to be said? It must be because she is beautiful and he plans to take her home as his wife."
Han Meimei laughed from the side.
"Don't talk nonsense, keep an eye on her for me, I'll go see someone."
After Feng Lin finished speaking, he disappeared here.
Lan family.
Lan He was lying on the rocking chair in the yard as usual.
On the table next to it, there is steaming wolfberry water.
The radio is playing the latest news.
"Boss! If I call you Old Man Lan again, will you beat me up?"
Feng Lin's figure appeared next to Lan He.
"It's just a title, not to mention that I am indeed an old man and I don't have many years to live."
Lan He smiled and waved his hand.
"What are you pretending to be? You are at the eighth level of Dacheng!" Feng Lin sighed.
"At the ninth level of Dacheng, you can live for more than three hundred years. I really don't have much life left."
Lan He smiled and shook his head.
"Have you ever heard of Shangguan Fugui?"
Feng Lin suddenly asked.
I remember that the second master said that he was a sword god and his name was quite domineering.
