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In the midst of the storm, the thin old man clutched the heavy fifty taels of silver, and couldn't help shivering, and his upper and lower crowns kept colliding with each other, making a crisp sound.

Carrying a sword case.

Li Qifeng's expression slowly disappeared into the storm.

When Li Qifeng's figure disappeared completely, the old man stretched out the silver he held with some surprise, and his eyes lit up, these fifty taels of silver were enough for the annual expenses of an ordinary peasant family.

A handful of rain wiped off your face.

The old man still felt as if he was in a dream, and repeatedly confirmed the silver in his hand.

All of a sudden.

The old man's body trembled.

A sharp long sword pierced his throat directly, and a black figure slowly walked up to him and took the silver that the old man was holding in his hand.

Gazed at the silver.

The black figure chased along the place where Li Qifeng's figure disappeared.

——

Li Qifeng has traveled almost half of Weicheng.

Finally—

He found a relatively remote, dilapidated inn.

The door of the inn was closed, and the wind continued to blow the door and make a constant crashing sound.

Li Qifeng has a new face.

- Became a slightly dark-skinned, sharp-billed monkey-cheeked peddler.

"Open the door—"

"Open the door—"

Li Qifeng knocked on the door, and Li Qifeng shouted hurriedly.

Branches-

The moment the door opened, the wind swept into the inn with the torrential rain, and the sound of whimpering couldn't help but sound.

"Hurry in. ”

Xiao Er's voice urged.

"Where did you come from, come to stay at this time?"

A rude voice rang out.

"Shopkeeper, lock the door for me, my goods can't stand the moisture. ”

Another domineering voice sounded.

Li Qifeng wiped the rain off his face and saw that there were many people sitting in the lobby of the inn, and there were a lot of goods piled up.

With a hint of a smile on his face, Li Qifeng said loudly: "Brothers, when the younger brother first arrived in Weicheng, he didn't know anything, but he didn't expect to be hit by such a heavy rain, and the goods he carried with him were also lost...... It's really a bit embarrassing, if it disturbs your big brothers, I hope you big brothers will bear with me. ”

Wen Yan -

Many eyes in the lobby were focused on Li Qifeng.

Looking at Li Qifeng, who was soaked and extremely embarrassed, many people's expressions showed a sense of banter, but they were also not interested.

Li Qifeng also lowered his posture, and without a trace, he stuffed a piece of broken silver into Xiao Er's hand, and asked Xiao Er to send some hot water to the house.

Enter the guest room.

Li Qifeng washed his face with hot water, took off his soaked clothes, put on his upper body, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to cultivate.

This heavy rain gave Li Qifeng the best opportunity to hide his tracks, and it also gave Li Qifeng the best time to delay time, and it was also a great trouble for those who hid in the shadows and wanted to control everything.

……

……

From morning to noon, the storm finally stopped.

The sun was shining, the clouds were blooming, and a brilliant rainbow hung above the sky.

The air in Weicheng is exceptionally fresh.

The rainwater on the streets has not yet been completely drained, but it does not hinder the hawkers who have been holding back their temperament for a long time.

The stalls were set up.

Once again, the cries of selling were heard.

A shrill voice almost drowned out the clamour.

A young lady who had just been angry looked pale and speechless with a frightened expression.

In the rain of the streets, there were six corpses and five heads.

Looking at the whitened corpse soaked by the rain, many people's hearts couldn't help but feel cold, what happened in this storm, and why did this happen.

Li Qifeng, who was dressed in black, watched for a while, and slowly turned to leave.

The pace is not fast.

When Li Qifeng left, a faint gaze in the crowd kept staring at his back.

The guards in charge of patrolling Weicheng quickly removed the corpse.

Li Qifeng's heart was full of solemnity.

He didn't kill the old man at all.

But the old man was dead.

This made Li Qifeng's heart more and more cautious.

Out of the West Gate.

Li Qifeng still walked unhurriedly.

And all of a sudden—

A hurried voice rang out from behind him.

Li Qifeng's body suddenly moved, and his body flashed to the side, narrowly avoiding the sharp tip of the gun.

A figure flipped out and blocked in front of Li Qifeng.

Li Qifeng's eyebrows couldn't help but raise, looked at the spear pointed at him, and said, "Who are you?"

The person who came said in a cold tone: "The person who came to kill you." ”

Li Qifeng smiled, and his eyes suddenly froze.

The sword box flickered.

A cold light burst out, and a sword slashed out.

The tip of the spear was suddenly sliced off.

"You're no match for me...... You'd better go, I really don't want to do it right now. Li Qifeng said slowly.

"You're looking for death. ”

The person said in a cold tone.

The moment the words fell, the spear that had been cut off suddenly whipped down most directly.

A cold light lifted.

The shaft of the spear is gradually being cut off.

The last sword stabbed directly into the hand of the comer.

Endless sword qi erupted, ruthlessly tearing apart the wounds of the comer.

"Who are you the one who sent it?"

Li Qifeng asked in a cold tone.

"This ...... Not something you should know. ”

The person said in a stiff tone.

Li Qifeng's eyes froze.

The Yuanhong in his hand suddenly moved, and a slender wound appeared on his throat.

Blood flowed slowly.

Li Qifeng turned to leave.

Weicheng is getting farther and farther away from Li Qifeng.

Next to the corpse with its throat slit, a dark figure was half-crouching, carefully studying the wounds on the corpse.

A moment later.

The figure straightened up, but there was not the slightest hint of joy in his expression.

Looking at the direction of Li Qifeng's departure, there was a chill in his eyes.

……

……

On the post road.

A pair of more than 100 iron horsemen wearing black armor galloped forward, and the majestic and powerful hooves of the horses continued to shed marks on the ground.

These more than 100 iron cavalry were completely different from the cavalry charging on the battlefield, they did not carry bows and crossbows at all, nor did they carry spears that were convenient for charging into battle, and some only carried long swords on their backs. The one at the head was a stout man, wearing heavy armor and carrying two black swords.

War horses galloped, the earth roared, and dust flew up.

Suddenly, the neighing of the rapid war horse was heard, and the man with the double sword on his back used all his strength to strangle the war horse under his crotch.

The front hooves of the war horse were hard to cut a one-meter-long mark on the ground.

In the hideous look, the look of the man led by the leader was revealed, "Bold...... Where did you come from?"

(End of chapter)

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