Chenfeng was surrounded by everyone, his expression was very calm, not flustered at all, and he said slowly: "You said that I am out of a thousand, but there is evidence?"

Yin San sneered, "Boy, do you want proof, right? Third Master, I'll give you proof!" As he spoke, he stepped forward directly, and his hand was already stretched out to Chenfeng's waist.

The morning breeze snorted coldly, and before Yinsan could react, he was immediately shocked by an invisible force and spurted blood, and the whole person flew out upside down and slammed on a table.

The square table was smashed and shattered, and Yinsan lay on the ground coughing up blood and convulsions, and soon fainted, and one of the cards in his palm was scattered.

Obviously, this card is prepared by Silver Three, that is, it is to be stuffed into the waist of Morrowind, and when the evidence of making a thousand is taken out, Silver Three does not know how many times he has played such a method, but he met Morrowind this time.

This scene made everyone a little unable to react, and everyone was still a little confused, not knowing what was going on.

Until a timid gambler shouted, "Someone has killed someone!" and the timid gambler ran towards the door as if he had gone mad.

At this time, the other gamblers also reacted and shouted: "Someone has killed! Someone has killed! Everyone run!"

All of a sudden, the gamblers of the entire gambling house rushed towards the door of the gambling house together, for fear that they would die here if they ran slowly, and in less than a moment, all the gamblers in the entire gambling house ran away.

In fact, Yinsan is not dead yet, he just has a lot of blood flowing from his mouth, plus he faints, it looks like he is dead.

A few thugs in the gambling house did not run, and still surrounded the morning breeze in the middle, but they did not dare to step forward, after all, Yinsan was a lesson from the past.

Morrowind was still sitting in his chair, looking at them calmly, with no intention of leaving.

At this moment, at the staircase on the second floor of the gambling house, the seventh master with big black teeth walked down with six or seven people.

"Who dares to make trouble in the Seventh Master's gambling house? Don't you want to live?" a young man with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks stood beside the Seventh Master and shouted at the morning breeze.

Chenfeng looked at the young man lightly, and slowly stood up, and the power of desire in the gambling house had almost been absorbed.

The morning wind released the coercion of the Yudan period, and the Seventh Master and the others were immediately pressed to their knees, feeling that their bodies could not move, as if they were pressing an unshakable mountain on their bodies.

The Seventh Master immediately understood who the morning breeze was, and he immediately spoke: "Senior! The little one doesn't know how offended the seniors are here! Please the seniors for the sake of the little ones who are disciples of the Absolute Dust Sect, just spare the life of a little dog!"

The seventh master immediately brought out the three words of the Absolute Dust Gate, he was afraid that he would be too late to speak, and he didn't even have a chance to speak. The Seventh Master didn't lie, he did worship a disciple of the Absolute Dust Sect as a teacher, and he was barely a disciple of the Absolute Dust Sect.

Chenfeng looked at the Seventh Master and the others indifferently, not to mention that the Seventh Master could only barely be regarded as a disciple of the Absolute Dust Sect, even if he was really a disciple of the Absolute Dust Sect, would Morning Wind let him go?

Chenfeng ignored the Seventh Master, came to a man in a flash, stretched out his hand and pressed his Heavenly Spirit Cover, and directly ran the exercises, directly extracting the seven emotions and six desires in this man's body.

A moment later, a thin line appeared in the palm of the morning wind, and this thin line changed various colors, which was very beautiful.

This thin line is the lust line of every living being, and this lust line affects a person's joys, sorrows, and emotions!

If a creature is devoid of the line of lust, then the creature becomes emotionless, and although it is still self-conscious, it is no different from a cold, dead thing.

Morrowind looked at the lust thread in his hand, he suddenly hesitated, and the thought of letting these people go came to his mind.

After a long time, Morrowind still made up his mind and pulled out the lust line of everyone in the gambling house.

"If this is the price to pay for becoming stronger! This is sin! Then I can only walk on their blood and bones!"

A moment later, Morrowind left the gambling house, but he did not leave the Iron City, nor did he return to the Yunxi Inn.

Morning Breeze sat alone on the top of a four-story attic, the cool evening breeze gently swept his cheeks, brought up a strand of his long hair, and he carried a pot of fine wine in his hand, poured two sips from time to time, and then looked up at the countless stars in the sky.

His mood is a little complicated, the seventh master and the others have no grudges against him, although the seventh master and others are not good people, but he has withdrawn the lust line of the seventh master and others, and killed the seventh master and others.

"Isn't it selfish for me to do this?" Morrowind knew that Shadow was always there, watching what he was doing.

"Selfish? maybe, but so what? If you can't get stronger, you'll still be a rotting corpse after all, and after hundreds of years, who will remember that there was once a man named Morrowind?"

"If you keep being so indecisive, hesitating, what awaits you will be doomed!"

Chenfeng poured a few more sips of wine, his mind was a little confused, what the shadow said was not wrong! Because this world is so cruel, and the path of cultivation is always accompanied by endless blood and killing! No one is immune!

"Come out! you've been with me all the way!" Morrowind said suddenly, his tone cold.

"The seniors are really powerful! The juniors are already far away, but they are still discovered by the seniors. Behind the three-story roof in the distance, a young man came out, this person was fair-skinned, elegant in temperament, and dressed in a green robe.

The morning breeze put down the wine jug, and a coercion from the early stage of the knot broke out, instantly pressing on the young man!

Suddenly, the young man's spiritual power was surging, and while resisting the coercion emanating from the morning wind, he spoke: "Senior!

Morrowind didn't get up, didn't even look at the blue-eyed, still looked at the stars in the sky, and poured a sip of wine from time to time.

"Senior! Junior Bai Yu! Inherited from Chixia Daoren, he is the outer disciple of the Absolute Dust Sect, and the seventh master killed by the senior in the Good Luck Gambling House tonight is a miscellaneous disciple accepted by the junior some time ago. ”

When Chenfeng heard this, he turned his head to look at Bai Yu, "Oh!

Morrowind's gaze became very cold, this was his secret, and it could never be exposed, once exposed, it would be a catastrophe.

At the same time, Bai Yu felt that the coercion emanating from the morning breeze was even stronger, his cultivation was only in the early stage of foundation building, and he could not resist the coercion of the Dan stage at all.

Bai Yu was involuntarily pressed to his knees, his whole body was trembling, and the spiritual power of his whole body was used to resist the coercion of the morning wind.

"Senior! The junior just has a trace of his soul power, and can sense his life and death! ”

Bai Yu hurriedly explained, because he felt the strong murderous aura emanating from Chenfeng's body, and a wave of fear couldn't help but rise in Bai Yu's heart.