Ling Feng's heart moved slightly. This was a good hostage. However, he shook his head in a flash. Jiang Yunfan was a heroic figure who pursued power and martial arts. Not to mention his daughter, even the son who inherited the incense needed to be sacrificed.
I probably won't even blink an eye.
At this time, Jiang Yuelong also discovered Ling Feng, her expression suddenly darkened, she stood up and drew her sword, with murderous intent in her eyes, and said coldly: "Lin Feng, I finally found you!"
Ling Feng smiled and said, "Do you regret running away from the marriage? It's not too late to regret it now. I can be merciful and accept you as my eighteenth concubine!"
"A ghost is your concubine! It's you who have made this girl unable to return home. I will definitely kill you today!"
Jiang Yuelong stared at Ling Feng with hatred in his eyes, and said coldly that he was going to kill him with his sword.
Ling Feng said quickly: "Wait a minute, you have to make this clear. It was you who escaped from the marriage, is it my fault?"
Jiang Yuelong snorted: "I'll let you know! Now the whole Jiujiang County is saying that this girl eloped with someone on her wedding day. My father said that I had damaged his reputation and kicked me out of the house. All of this has happened
It was you who caused it, tell me whether you deserve to die or not!"
"That being said, I seem to deserve a damn!"
Ling Feng smiled and said: "If no one wants you, why not just be my eighteenth concubine."
"Don't even think about it, I will not give you any mercy even if I die! Just suffer death!"
Jiang Yuelong sneered, and then activated her true energy, condensed the dark red sword light, and stabbed Ling Feng quickly with her sword. She was also an extremely expert, and was only one step away from the innate realm. At this moment, she suddenly exploded, as fast as lightning, and in an instant
He immediately took the three inches in front of Ling Feng's eyebrows.
Ling Feng stretched out two bright red fingers and clamped them lightly to hold the edge of the sword in place. The dark red sword light was like countless tiny silver needles piercing his fingers, but was blocked by a layer of blood-colored energy. This was the result of his blood coagulation.
The Nine Transformation Heart Technique, where the power of qi and blood condenses on the fingers. This technique is like tailor-made for him. Although he is just a beginner, he has strong qi and blood in his body and extremely strong mental power. In just a few moments, he has already condensed
Part of the power of qi and blood. When enough power of qi and blood is condensed, and then condensed and compressed with mental power, a ball of essence will be formed, and it will enter the second level.
Jiang Yuelong let go of the hilt of the sword, and quickly slapped Ling Feng with his dark red palm prints, but suddenly he stood still.
But Ling Feng used his fingers in an instant to seal several of her acupuncture points.
Although the martial arts of the few big men with swords nearby were vulgar, they still had good eyesight. When they saw that the women who could use the sword light were easily subdued, they immediately knew that they were masters. Their little thoughts were instantly extinguished and they left quietly.
Immediately, the waiter brought food and wine and found the remaining silver coins for Ling Feng.
Ling Feng first fed a few small mouthfuls into Jiang Yuelong's mouth. After confirming that it was not poisonous, he started quickly.
After a while, like the wind and the remaining clouds, there were only a few empty plates and wine jars left on the table.
After drinking and eating, Ling Feng untied Jiang Yuelong's acupuncture points and turned around and left the inn.
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There are few pedestrians on the street.
Ling Feng walked a few steps and suddenly felt something unusual in the footsteps behind him. He turned around suddenly, only to find that Jiang Yuelong was following him.
His expression suddenly turned cold and he said calmly: "Do you think I don't kill women?"
"Then you kill me. Anyway, I am homeless now and there is no point in living!"
After Jiang Yuelong finished speaking, he closed his eyes.
"Since you want to die, I will make it happen for you!"
After Ling Feng finished speaking, he drew his sword and put it on her neck. He wanted to see if this woman was really not afraid of death!
Jiang Yuelong, however, seemed unaware and said nothing.
After a while, Ling Feng returned the sword to its sheath and said coldly: "I'm sick!"
Jiang Yuelong opened her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and followed.
Ling Feng was about to go horseback riding, but he found a pale girl of twelve or thirteen years old with a wooden sign hanging on her body, which had the four cursive characters written on it: "Sell your body and bury your father."
Next to it, a corpse was covered with a straw mat, with only its feet exposed.
There were many people watching around, but no one was willing to pay to buy her.
Ling Feng glanced at it, ignored it, and walked forward.
"You're still a hero, you're so cold-blooded!"
Jiang Yuelong said coldly, then walked up to the little girl and said, "Little sister, how much money do you need to bury your father?"
The girl looked at her, opened her mouth, pointed with her fingers, then shook her head left and right to indicate that she was mute, and then stretched out two fingers.
Jiang Yuelong asked: "Two liang?"
The girl shook her head.
Jiang Yuelong said: "Twenty taels?"
The girl immediately nodded vigorously.
Jiang Yuelong's expression changed slightly, and she took off the money bag from her waist, but there were only some scattered silver taels left, which together were not enough for ten taels.
At this time, a big hand was placed in front of her eyes, and in the palm of her hand was an ingot of twenty taels of snow silver.
Jiang Yuelong turned around and saw that it was Ling Feng. She immediately snorted: "Aren't you a stone-hearted person? Why do you still need to help?"
Ling Feng said calmly: "I just have too much money in my wallet and I don't think it will get in the way."
"Then I will reluctantly do something good for you."
After Jiang Yuelong finished speaking, he grabbed the silver and handed it to the little girl, saying, "Little girl, you don't have to sell yourself, just take it to bury your father."
The little girl immediately kowtowed to her three times with a grateful look on her face, then walked up to Ling Feng, knelt down and started kowtowing.
Just when she kowtowed to the third time, Ling Feng suddenly kicked her right wrist, and a cylindrical iron object rolled to the ground.
Jiang Yuelong's expression suddenly changed and she exclaimed: "A needle that penetrates the heart and penetrates the bone!"
This thing is a syringe made of fine steel. It contains a mechanism that can shoot ninety-nine steel needles. The force can penetrate the heart and bones, so it is called the heart-piercing needle. It is the most hidden weapon in the world.
It requires any internal strength and can kill top masters, even innate masters, unexpectedly.
The little girl didn't show any panic in her expression. A black dagger appeared in her left hand and stabbed Ling Feng's right foot quickly.
At this time, she was too close to Ling Feng's right foot, and it was easy to succeed. Moreover, the dagger was quenched with poison. Once she was cut, the poison would quickly seep into the blood and flow throughout the body.
It's just that the girl underestimated Ling Feng's speed, so she was kicked again on her left wrist, and the dagger flew out.
Jiang Yuelong breathed a sigh of relief and was about to subdue the little girl.
Suddenly, the corpse lying on the ground suddenly bounced up, but it was a middle-aged man with gray-black corpse spots on his face. He was holding a black dagger and condensed a few inches of black light, and quickly stabbed Ling Feng in the chest.
Ling Feng flashed and reached behind the girl, grabbing her and moving her forward.
There was no hesitation on the middle-aged man's face as he pierced the little girl's body with the dagger and stabbed Ling Feng's hand.
Ling Feng let go of his hand and suddenly drew his sword. Before the edge of the sword could reach him, the intention of the sword came first.
The middle-aged man's expression was slightly dull, and his head immediately flew out.
"Congratulations player, you killed the Xuanyin Death Soldier and gained 700 points of spirit and 1980 points of chivalry."
Ling Feng returned the sword to its sheath, with a calm expression on his face, and said calmly: "Let's go!"
Jiang Yuelong looked dull for a moment, then picked up the bone-penetrating needle on the ground and followed her.
After a moment, Jiang Yuelong caught up and said, "Did you know they were the killers of Netherworld Palace?"
Ling Feng said calmly: "I know!"
Jiang Yuelong asked curiously: "Then you still want to get closer?"
Ling Feng still walked forward and said calmly: "I just suddenly wanted to kill someone."
"Are you afraid that they will plot against me and be reluctant to let me die?"
"You have to stay away!"
"You just don't want me to die! How about I follow you?"
"not good!"
"I am homeless now and have no money on me. It was you who caused me to become like this. You have to support me!"
Jiang Yuelong hummed.
"That's okay, you can try the meals every day!"
"No way!"
Ling Feng suddenly used Qing Gong and ran quickly.
"You can't get rid of me!"
After Jiang Yuelong finished speaking, he also used Qing Gong to keep up.