"Hao Xuan, it seems that most of these corpses are gathered outside the suite where Xiao Yifeng lives, could it be that he killed these people?"

After Anita Mui vomited, she said with a pale face.

"This ......"

Lan Haoxuan couldn't believe that all this was done by the Xiao Yifeng kid he wanted to deal with.

But all this seems so coincidental, people have to suspect that all this was done by Xiao Yifeng, and that Xiao Yifeng was covered in blood, looking like he had just finished killing.

"If it was really him who did it, then this person is too terrifying, and we definitely can't afford to provoke it!"

Lan Haoxuan said with an ugly face.

"So what should we do now?" Anita Mui's face turned pale and her expression was full of fear.

"Go, get out of here immediately, as if you've never been here. ”

Lan Haoxuan hurriedly said, and quickly left here with Mei Yanyan.

Xiao Yifeng was here, and the two girls had just left the hotel, when suddenly a black Audi car drove over and stopped in front of them.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man in a suit walked out, it was Song Zhiyuan of the Song family.

"Mr. Xiao!"

Looking at Xiao Yifeng, Song Zhiyuan showed a touch of joy on his face and walked over quickly.

"President Song, why are you here?

Ye Yaxin recognized Song Zhiyuan at a glance, and her expression was a little surprised.

"President Ye, Mr. Xiao once saved my father's life, I heard that you came to Suzhou and Hangzhou before, so I wanted to come and see it, but you ......"

Song Zhiyuan said and saw Xiao Yifeng covered in blood, and his expression changed slightly.

"It's okay, I fought with the Flying Knife Gate. ”

Xiao Yifeng said lightly.

"Knife Gate?"

Song Zhiyuan's eyes narrowed, and his expression was shocked.

"Then Mr. Xiao, where are you going now?"

"Find a new place to live!"

"In that case, you might as well go to my Song house for one night first, it just so happens that my father also wants to meet Mr. Xiao!"

Song Zhiyuan hurriedly said.

"President Song, this is not good!"

Ye Yaxin looked at Song Zhiyuan with some embarrassment.

"It's okay, Mr. Xiao is the benefactor of my Song family, this little thing is nothing. Song Zhiyuan shook his head.

"Let's go, let's get in the car!"

Xiao Yifeng was not polite, and pulled the two girls into the car.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Yifeng and others came to the Song family, a magnificent villa manor.

"Mr. Xiao, I'll let someone take you to take a shower and change your clothes again. ”

Song Zhiyuan looked at Xiao Yifeng, who nodded.

Xiao Yifeng took a new bath at Song's house, washed away all the blood and bloody gas on his body, and put on new clothes.

In the hall of the Song family, the old man of the Song family was sitting here, and when he saw Xiao Yifeng walking in, a smile appeared on his face.

"Mr. Xiao, we met again, and I haven't thanked you for saving your life last time!"

Old Man Song looked at Xiao Yifeng and said with a smile on his face.

"Old Man Song is polite, we have to trouble you tonight. Xiao Yifeng said.

"It's okay, it's okay, but Mr. Xiao, I heard Zhiyuan say that you have a conflict with the Flying Knife Gate, what's going on, do you need my Song family's help." ”

"Although my Song family is not a big family in Suzhou and Hangzhou, I have met with the master of the Flying Dao Sect a few times, and I can talk. ”

Old Man Song looked at Xiao Yifeng and asked.

"No need, I killed hundreds of them, and it's useless for you to say anything. ”

Xiao Yifeng shook his head.

Old Man Song and Song Zhiyuan were shocked when they heard Xiao Yifeng's words, and their eyes showed surprise.

"Anyway, thank you for the kindness of Old Man Song, it's not early, I'll go to rest first, I'm a little tired after killing so many people. ”

Xiao Yifeng shrugged his shoulders and left.

"Father, this ......" Song Zhiyuan looked at the old man, whose eyes flickered.

"Father, something happened!"

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded, and Song Zhijun, the second son of Old Man Song, suddenly rushed in.

"What's wrong with Zhijun?"

Song Zhiyuan looked at Song Zhijun.

"Father, brother, I just got the news that the Flying Knife Gate suddenly sent hundreds of people to the Yaori Hotel led by Qiu Mu tonight, as if they were dealing with someone. ”

As a result, hundreds of Flying Knife Gate elites, including Qiu Mu, all died tragically in the hotel, and this incident has alarmed many people. ”

Song Zhijun opened his mouth and said.

Groov!

Immediately, Song Zhiyuan and Old Man Song trembled in their hearts.

"Mr. Xiao seems to be staying at the Yaori Hotel, is all this true?"

Song Zhiyuan's face changed slightly.

"It seems that this son is indeed an extraordinary person, and he has such a strong strength. Old Man Song said lightly.

And in the headquarters of the Flying Knife Gate, in a hall, the atmosphere was extremely heavy and oppressive.

Duan Canghai, the master of the Flying Dao Sect, was standing here wearing a black practice uniform, exuding an extremely cold aura all over his body, his eyes were rippling with endless killing intent, and in front of him lay a corpse, which was Qiu Mu's corpse.

A terrifying killing intent spread, making the void seem to freeze, and this killing intent rose to the sky, reflecting the anger in Duan Canghai's heart.

"Don't worry, Qiu Mu, I will definitely avenge you!"

"Xiao Yifeng, I, Duan Canghai, must let you die!"

Duan Canghai's eyes condensed, and he burst out with a terrifying killing intent, and his momentum was as terrifying as thunder.

On the other side, Qi Zhenghua also got the news, and his face looked very ugly.

"Where did this kid come from, I can't find any information, and his strength is so terrifying!"

Qi Zhenghua's eyes flickered, and his eyes were shining.

"No matter who you are, I will let you die in Suzhou and Hangzhou to bury my grandson!"

Qi Zhenghua snorted coldly, his expression a little hideous.

Time flies, and soon a new day will come, Xiao Yifeng has sobered up from his cultivation, and his whole person seems full of energy and energy.

Last night's killing made Xiao Yifeng feel that his whole body was relaxed, and he vented all the emotions accumulated in his heart.

At the same time, he felt that his comprehension of the Gangqi Realm had deepened a little, and the distance from the Gangqi Realm seemed to be closer, and he could break through at any time.

"It seems that battle is the essence of strength improvement!"

Xiao Yifeng muttered to himself.

Leaving the room, Xiao Yifeng came to the Song family's manor, moved lightly, felt the light of the morning sun, and his whole body was extremely comfortable.

"Mr. Xiao!"

At this time, Song Zhiyuan's figure walked over.

"President Song, good morning. ”

Xiao Yifeng looked at Song Zhiyuan and smiled slightly.

"Mr. Xiao, do you know that the news of the loss of hundreds of people in the Flying Knife Gate last night, including the death of Qiu Mu, the commander of the Flying Knife Gate, has alarmed the entire Suzhou and Hangzhou, and now everyone is talking about this matter, guessing who this murderer is. ”

Song Zhiyuan looked at Xiao Yifeng and said.