Liu Zhenshan scolded Liu Yuyang, and then said: "Get out of here!"
"Dad, I'm leaving then!" After Liu Yuyang finished speaking, he ran away in despair.
Liu Zhenshan expressed some concern for Liu Xueyan and then went to visit Taoist Miaoyu.
It's just that Taoist Sister Miaoyu's attitude towards Liu Zhenshan was just average. After saying a few words, she thanked the guests behind closed doors.
After a while, in a side room, Liu Zhenshan and Ling Feng talked secretly for a while and then left.
Liu Xueyan walked in, stared at him suspiciously, and said, "What secrets do you have? Quickly find out!"
Ling Feng said calmly: "I have something important to do and I have to leave for a while. I will come back to practice swordsmanship with you later!"
Liu Xueyan smiled and said: "Are you going to rob the rich and give to the poor? Take me with you!"
Ling Feng glared at her and said, "Don't make trouble!"
Liu Xueyan immediately snorted: "If you don't go, you won't go. Who cares!"
A quarter of an hour later, Fulin Inn.
Ling Feng checked his attribute table.
Host: Ling Feng
Occupation: Warrior
Essence value: 0/1000
Chivalry value:900/3640
Attributes: Muscle 18, Physique 16, Body Skill 14, Soul 30
Talent: Sword Heart
Five Elements: Metal 20, Wood 20, Water 30, Fire 10, Earth 20
The completion (proficiency) of almost all exercises has improved greatly, but the fastest improvement is the Bitao Heart Technique, which can condense 16 points of internal power almost every day. However, this internal power will be converted into proficiency by the system until the skill
The upper limit of internal strength will be increased only when the spell level is exceeded. Therefore, Ling Feng still only has 100 points of internal strength.
Ling Feng changed his clothes, brought water bags, dry food, fire seals and other supplies, picked up his long sword, and was ready to set off.
Before leaving, he looked at Yao Qin in front of the window, with a slight smile on his lips.
Outside Qingyin Pavilion, Ling Feng stayed for a moment, but in the end he turned around and left without going in.
After a while, outside the south city gate, a young man in blue rode away.
At night, with the moon and stars sparse, there is a dilapidated mountain temple in Qingling County.
The statue of the mountain god in the temple has collapsed, there are spider webs everywhere, the dust is deep, there are many gaps on the top, but the space is very wide.
At this time, more than twenty men in smart clothes and carrying swords cleaned up the cobwebs, cleared a place, spread it with cloth, and sat down to rest.
Behind them were four large boxes, and two big men were watching.
The entrance and windows of the temple are guarded, which can be said to be heavily guarded.
Outside the door, two carriages and two horses were tied, and two people were guarding them.
Suddenly, a young man with a yellow face wearing a blue shirt and a sword at his waist came slowly, holding a horse.
A big man in a green shirt immediately said coldly: "Who is it, stop!"
Ling Feng said calmly: "Oh, this mountain temple is your home? Is there a land deed?"
Another big man in green shirt suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath and said coldly: "What's the point of talking to him? This guy doesn't look like a good person at first glance. He might be a spy from the White Tiger Gang, so why don't we just chop him down with a knife!"
Ling Feng just laughed and said: "Haha, I'm so scared!"
"court death!"
Two big men in green shirts suddenly struck at him with their swords.
Before Ling Feng's sword was unsheathed, he swiped the scabbard and knocked away two long knives. Then he suddenly stepped forward and performed a double dragon attack, stamping his fists on the chests of the two of them.
With two bangs, the two big men flew out and fell to the ground in a panic.
At this time, the people inside heard the commotion, and more than a dozen people rushed out.
The two leaders, one is a middle-aged square-faced man wearing a red robe with a rough face and a short beard, and the other is a middle-aged scribe wearing a white robe.
The middle-aged man in red robe said coldly: "Young man, why did you hurt my subordinate?"
Ling Feng said calmly: "Your subordinates are a little impulsive, let me help you give them some memory!"
The red-robed middle-aged man's face darkened and he was about to speak.
The scribe in white next to him stopped him and said with a smile: "Brother Yang, I think this is a misunderstanding. This little brother should just come here to stay for one night. Little brother, please come in!"
Ling Feng smiled, tied his horse to the door, and walked into the mountain temple with a calm expression, as if he was not worried at all about the siege of this group of fierce men in blue shirts.
At this time, the middle-aged man in red robe said: "Dragon protector Xiao, why did you stop me?"
Protector Xiao whispered a few words in his ear, and the latter suddenly opened his eyes wide and said, "No way, it's really him!"
Protector Xiao said: "Isn't it? We will find out soon."
After a while, Ling Feng unpacked his baggage at the foot of the window, spread the cloth on the ground and sat down, leaning against the wall, closing his eyes and meditating.
Soon, Ling Feng seemed to have really fallen asleep, snoring slightly.
Not far away, the middle-aged man in red robe looked at Protector Xiao and said with suspicion: "I think this kid is just a fool. He can fall asleep in such an environment. He can't be that person! Do you want me to kill him directly?
Forget it, to avoid any accidents."
But Protector Xiao smiled and said: "No need! You can't be wrong, it's him. If it were you, surrounded by more than twenty masters, would you dare to sleep?"
The middle-aged man in red robe suddenly became speechless, his courage was indeed speechless.
Late at night, except for six people who stayed on guard and kept vigil, everyone else fell asleep.
At this time, Ling Feng suddenly opened his eyes. In fact, he hadn't slept at all. He had been observing the surroundings with his mental power. As long as someone came close to him, he would immediately draw his sword. And he was sitting by the window, so he could jump at any time.
window. Then, he closed his eyes again and quietly waited for the storm to come.
In the dead of night, when people are still, the sound of insects stops for a while, and everything is still.
Suddenly, more than twenty people quietly walked outside the entrance of the mountain temple. These people walked lightly and almost silently.
Most of these people are dressed in white and carry swords at their waists. The two leading men are somewhat different. One is a rather handsome young man in yellow shirt, holding a long sword. The other is a charcoal-faced middle-aged man in black robe, holding a long sword.
After a while, the young man in yellow shirt quietly led a group of people to the side window.
Ling Feng suddenly opened his eyes and tightened his grip on the sword hilt.
With a crash, a big man in white came in through the window and stabbed Ling Feng with a knife the moment he landed.
Ling Feng suddenly drew his sword and thrust it straight out. The long sword was as fast as lightning, and it pierced the chest of the big man in white in an instant.
The big man in white kept stabbing the knife with both hands, and immediately fell to the ground and died.
"Congratulations player, you killed the members of the White Tiger Gang and gained 50 points of spirit and 30 points of chivalry."
Immediately afterwards, another man in white rushed in and slashed with a knife.
Ling Feng suddenly swung his sword, and the sharp sword edge quickly slashed across the neck of the man in white.
A blood line appeared on the neck of the man in white, blood spurted out, and he fell down immediately, giving up 50 points of vitality and 30 points of chivalry.