As the night grew darker, a waning moon hung in the sky, and it was so cold that people were scared.

In the villa, Cheng Haonan had already changed into the outfit that originally belonged to Zhou Fuhai and sat in the center of the living room.

Not to mention, after some upside down, Cheng Haonan is really unrecognizable, if you don't look closely, you really think it's Zhou Fuhai himself.

In addition, Zhou Fuhai disguised himself as Cheng Haonan and sat next to Feng Huihong's two apprentices.

According to the original plan of this thing, he wanted to hide, hide in the shadows, and wait for the opponent to rush out when he made a move towards Cheng Haonan, and kill him by surprise.

However, after listening to Feng Huihong's boasting to the martial arts people, Zhou Fuhai immediately relented and decided not to leave Feng Huihong's side for half a step no matter what.

As long as Feng Huihong is there, this most dangerous place has become the safest place, at least, Zhou Fuhai feels so.

"Master Feng, then it's up to you tonight!"

In the living room, Cheng Haonan and Zhou Fuhai replaced wine with tea and gave Feng Huihong a glass.

"Don't worry, as long as my master is here, keep it so that the killer who killed with blood will never come back!" said the disciple Ah Hao.

"Ah Hao, how many times have I told you for the teacher, be humble and don't be careless!"

Having said that, Feng Huihong still couldn't hide the smug look on his face.

Chu Fan didn't say anything, tasted the big red robe that he had just brewed, led Long Aotian, and sat on the side for a long time.

The night was deep, and there was silence all around, only the sound of the wind came into the ears, rustling.

Just when everyone was a little relaxed, Feng Huihong suddenly stood up and snorted coldly:

"He's coming!"

Hearing this, Chu Fan frowned slightly, then a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and glanced at Feng Huihong with a look of almost pity.

As soon as the words fell, I heard a ping-pong fight from outside the living room of the villa, from far and near, short and dull.

Then, I heard the sound of "tapping, tapping, tapping" leather boots buckling the ground in this direction.

The hearts of the people in the living room suddenly tightened, and the expressions on their faces changed several times, especially Zhou Fuhai, whose lips turned white for a while.

Outside the living room, there were forty or fifty professional bodyguards he hired from elsewhere at a high price, and it was said that they were all fierce men who had changed careers after retiring from the army.

And then there are five or six of his henchmen, all of whom have fiery guys on their hands.

Is this the true strength of a Qi Jin Martial Artist?

Zhou Fuhai began to doubt his life a little.

And Cheng Haonan also looked solemn, even though Feng Huihong had already popularized the power of martial arts to everyone, even if he was mentally prepared.

But he found that he still underestimated the strength of the other party.

The tapping sound was getting closer and closer, almost to the outside of the living room, separated only by a large door.

At the same time, Zhou Fuhai and Cheng Haonan's hearts were about to reach their throats, and Feng Huihong and his two apprentices were also solemn.

And Chu Fan yawned lazily, still drinking the big red robe in his hand, looking very calm.

After a short silence, I only heard a "bang", and the door of the living room was directly kicked off, and it instantly turned into a pile of scrap metal.

At the door, there stood a young man of about twenty-five or sixteen years old, dressed in a black power suit.

The man's face is grim, like a knife, and his eyes are sharp and cold, reminiscent of the ruthless killer in the TV series at a glance.

Chu Fan glanced at the man lightly, shook his head, and then continued to drink tea, even Long Aotian on the side didn't seem to look down on him very much, and only hung his head on the ground, as if thinking about how to break the field that Chu Fan had laid for himself.

"Who are you here Zhou Fuhai?"

The black-clad killer suddenly spoke, his voice as cold as an ice cellar.

Cheng Haonan couldn't help but shudder after hearing this, and hurriedly looked at Feng Huihong beside him, but saw him nodding slightly towards him.

"I ...... You ...... What's the matter?" Cheng Haonan said boldly.

"You?" the black-clothed killer glanced at Cheng Haonan coldly, and a pair of eyes seemed to pierce him.

"Hehe, interesting, play stealing the day with me? Is it true that our blood killing is vegetarian?" After speaking, his eyes moved away from Cheng Haonan, swept over the people present, and finally landed on the real Zhou Fuhai next to him!

Touching those cold eyes, Zhou Fuhai only felt as if he was being targeted by a wild beast, the pressure in his heart increased sharply, and his body unconsciously moved slowly towards Feng Huihong's side.

When he completely moved to Feng Huihong's side, he plucked up his courage and said, "Don't think that your bloody killing is anything great, isn't it just the powerful martial artists, I'...... I'm not afraid of you!"

"Oh, so you're Zhou Fuhai?"

"Hehe, interesting, I didn't think you still knew the Qi Jin Martial Artist?"

"In that case, why don't you just tie your hands and arrest them? Do you know that you people are like ants to me, and you can kill them at will!"

Previously, the man in black was not sure who Zhou Fuhai was, but he used his years of experience as a killer to deceive him.

Who knows, Zhou Fuhai couldn't resist the fear in his heart, and he showed his feet.

However, none of that mattered, for the Bloodkill Killers, they didn't mind killing everyone in the slightest in order to ensure that the mission was completed without being able to determine the real goal.

"Hmph, don't think that only you bloody warriors have the strength to kill, hmph, we have too!" After speaking, Zhou Fuhai pulled Feng Huihong's sleeve: "Master Feng, everything is up to you!"

Feng Huihong nodded, gave Zhou Fuhai a reassuring look, and then waved his hand and said: "Ah Hao, you go and compare with him, remember that the teacher teaches you on weekdays, the intention is not to use force, but don't disappoint the teacher!"

"Yes, master!"

Ah Hao is Feng Huihong's apprentice, he has been practicing martial arts for five or six years, he is the highest cultivation among all the disciples, and he is only a line away from the middle of the Ming Realm, Feng Huihong wants to take advantage of this opportunity so that he can experience a real battle and break through this bottleneck in one fell swoop.

"Hehe, I thought you invited some master to come to help, and you want to stop me even like this?" The black-clothed killer smiled coldly and said disdainfully to Ah Hao: "You haven't even officially set foot in the middle of the Ming Realm, and you dare to challenge me in the early stage of the Ming Realm?"

After speaking, everyone only felt a black shadow in front of them, and then, the screams broke through the air, and Ah Hao's body flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string, smashing on the wall of the living room, blood splattered, and it seemed that he couldn't live!

"Ah Hao!" Feng Huihong let out a sad cry, he had already felt bad when the other party made a move, but the other party was too fast to remind him.

"Don't worry, old thing, I'll send you to reunite with your apprentice!" said the black-clad killer smirk.

Feng Huihong's heart sank suddenly after hearing this, he never expected that his opponent would be so powerful.

Ah Hao is only a line away from the middle stage of the Ming Realm, if he can drag on for a while with his own moves, and he can't even take the other party's move, then wouldn't the cultivation of this black-clothed killer be much stronger than himself?

But now, he can't think about it anymore.

In Zhou Fuhai's expectant eyes, Feng Huihong stiffened his head and greeted him.

"Say, how do you want to die?" said the black-clothed killer coldly, not taking Feng Huihong into account at all.

"Hmph, boy, you're so crazy!" Feng Huihong was completely enraged, since he stepped into the martial arts, he had never been so despised by others, even if he knew that he couldn't beat him, he had to fight for this old face.

Feng Huihong scolded angrily, carrying three points of strength, shocking the eardrums of the people present, and then, with a wave of palm, the tiger and the tiger went towards the opponent.

"Hmph, what kind of character should I be, just in the middle of the Ming Realm!" the black-clothed killer sneered and waved a palm to meet the other party.

"Ping-pong boom!"

In an instant, the two of them had already made twenty or thirty moves against each other.

The speed of the fight was staggering.

Except for Chu Fan and Long Aotian, no one present could see it clearly.

I felt that the dark shadow flashed in front of me, and the two of them parted with a touch, as if they had never fought before!

However, the surrounding tables, chairs, sofas, glass, and furnishings were all swept away by the strong wind stirred up by the two of them, and it was a mess.

"Heavenly ...... Oh my God, I see...... What do you see?"

"This is the strength of a Qi Jin Martial Artist, terrifying!"

Cheng Haonan was stunned on the spot, and his soul was rising.

It's ridiculous that I used to think that I could cover the sky with one hand in this Jianghai City, but I don't know that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people, in the eyes of these powerful warriors, what is the difference between pinching yourself to death and pinching an ant to death?

He made up his mind in his heart that if he could pass this level, he would have to get to know some martial arts people no matter what, even if it cost a lot of money.

And Zhou Fuhai's heart is also up and down, like a roller coaster.

At present, everyone's hopes are all tied to Feng Huihong alone, one is prosperous, and the other is ruined!

Another "crackling"

This time the two have been fighting for a little longer than the previous ones.

However, the situation is very different.

The two energies intersected, setting off a heat wave.

After the heat wave, a figure stood proudly, and another figure flew out.

Hiss!

Cheng Haonan gasped, cold sweat was dripping on his back, and Zhou Fuhai's heart was already half cold.

They saw that the figure flying out upside down was none other than Feng Huihong, a martial arts master who was unanimously respected by everyone.

I saw him fly out about five or six meters away, and his body smashed heavily on the stairs, smashing the entire staircase crookedly.

However, he was not an ordinary person after all, and he was only slightly injured and spat blood under such a big impact.

"I didn't expect Your Excellency to be the great master of the peak of the Ming Realm, I was careless!" Feng Huihong said as he struggled to stand up.

As soon as these words came out, Cheng Haonan's face was like ashes, and Zhou Fuhai's heart was completely cold.

Feng Huihong can be said to be their biggest reliance, and now that this reliance has fallen, their hearts have completely collapsed!

Chu Fan continued to drink tea, he was not surprised by such a result, before the bloody killer entered the living room, he already knew that Feng Huihong was destined to be cold.