The man in the fiery red robe turned back suddenly, and found a handsome young man with red lips and white teeth standing behind him, with a suspicious look in his eyes with a slight inquiry.

It was Song Feng that he had been looking for!

It happened so suddenly that the man didn't even have time to think about how Song Feng got behind him.

"Good boy, finally let me find you. Die!"

The man in the fiery red robe ignored Song Feng's inquiry at all, his narrow eyes revealed a hideous look, his spiritual power exploded, his hands were bruised, and a faint sharp light was wrapped around it, and a pair of fan-like hands tore straight to Song Feng's door.

"Remember, the person who killed you is called Lu Songjiang!"

The man's face flashed with abusive pleasure, but the ruthless moves were ruthless at all.

Before the attack arrived, Song Feng immediately felt a fierce chill coming towards him.

It is conceivable that if you are hit by it, you will either be killed or injured.

A cold glint flashed in Song Feng's eyes, this man didn't say anything, he made a dead hand, really when I Song Feng is a soft persimmon, you can't handle it?

"Wolf and Tiger Fist, Tiger Fist. ”

There was a light roar in his mouth, and immediately above his fists, two hideous tiger heads quietly appeared, and his body was slightly on one side, and he immediately dodged the man's fierce attack.

The fivefold spiritual power of the body quenching realm rippled all over the body, and the huge fist beckoned straight to the man's waist, and the reaction was extremely fast.

This is also due to the desperate fight with the monster for half a month, and he has a keen reaction ability in the face of danger, and he subconsciously dodges it, as if he is a conditioned reflex.

Lu Songjiang, who had a hideous face and a cruel pleasure, was also horrified in his eyes when Song Feng quickly dodged, originally, he thought that he could take advantage of the sneak attack, and under this blow, he could make it lose its combat effectiveness.

Before he could react, he felt a strong spiritual power appear in his waist, getting closer and closer, and the skin of his body felt a slight tingling sensation.

I couldn't help but say in my heart: It's not good!

had to hurriedly resist with a backhand, and suddenly, a powerful spiritual power bombardment exploded in its waist, and suddenly there was a creaking and tooth-aching cracking sound.

It is Song Feng's long-practiced skill of turning force into silk.

After many days of hard training, there was no effect, but today it broke out in one fell swoop under the anger in my heart.

"Ahh

Lu Songjiang's terrible screams rang out, and he saw his hands on his waist, rolling on the ground, and streams of blood seeped out of his fiery red robe, staining the street mixed with a little mud blood-red.

The end is terrible!

Looking at the man who fell to the ground and rolled, Song Feng looked at his hands strangely, and for the first time, he felt that beating people was so refreshing.

Seem...... I've fallen in love with it!

I sighed to myself for a while, and then I looked at the man who fell to the ground with a cold face, and his eyes couldn't stop crying in fear.

This miscellaneous thing seemed to want to kill him before, but the attack was merciless in the slightest!

When I think about it, I feel cold hairs stand on end.

Judging at the strength of his spiritual power, he has at least reached the sixth level of the Quenching Body Realm, which is a level higher than his cultivation.

If it weren't for the sudden burst of the power into silk technique, today's result would not yet be known.

Fortunately, under the outbreak of this blow, it completely lost its combat effectiveness, and more than half a month of hard training was not in vain.

"Boy, what do you want to do, don't come here. ”

Looking at Song Feng's walk-in, the man who had fallen to the ground and wailed shouted nervously, and hurriedly struggled to get up, but he still fell to the ground weakly, and the strength of this body was too heavy.

I don't know how many bones are broken just by the bones all over my body, and a hideous hole is cracked in my waist, blood is constantly flowing, and the man's face is getting paler and paler.

"Who appointed you, you and I have no grievances, why did you want me to die?"

At this time, Song Feng also saw the man's face clearly, thick eyebrows, slightly thin lips, just the narrow pupils, and the whole person looked a little mean.

He also had a long sword pinned to his waist, fast boots, and a fiery red robe, but there was something different.

Song Feng looked around and found that it was still quite quiet, in the extremely deserted street alley in the small mountain town, and the surrounding houses looked old, exuding the smell of corruption and decay.

I guess it's the first batch to be established.

It has gradually been forgotten, and the low old wall is pasted with faded posters, and you can still see the traces of wind and rain on it.

However, this is convenient for Song Feng at this time.

The fiery red robe's face changed, as if he was hesitating about something, and he didn't say a word.

"Do you say or not, do you believe that I have a hundred ways to get you to speak?"

Song Feng waited for a long time, but the man in the fiery red robe still didn't squeak, and immediately his face became a little impatient, and his heart moved, and a dagger contaminated with a thick bloody breath immediately appeared in his hand.

This dagger has harvested the lives of many demonic beasts.

Song Feng gently sharpened the dagger with his right hand, a sinister smile flashed in his eyes, but the smile became warmer and warmer on his slightly immature face.

It's just that this evil smile and movements, in the eyes of the man in the fiery red robe, look like a devil, and his body can't help but shake like chaff.

Easily, he broke through his inner defense.

"I said, I said everything, I said, can you let me go?"

The fiery red robe's figure trembled, and there was a pleading expression in his eyes.

"Tell me, I promise I won't do anything to you. ”

Song Feng's eyes flashed, and he put away the dagger in his hand that exuded a bloody aura, turned around, and stared at the man in front of him with cold eyes.

"I, I'm an ordinary outer disciple of the Xuanhuo Sect. Because one of the tasks issued by the Law Enforcement Hall this time is to come to the position of acting shopkeeper in Xiaoshan Town, because this place is too remote and the salary is low, so no one takes this task. ”

"However, the sect requires each disciple to do a task once a month, because my cultivation is too low, and I am at the bottom among the outer disciples, and the simple and high-paying task has long been snatched up, so in desperation, I had to take this task. ”

A helpless look flashed on the face of the man in the fiery red robe, and then he glanced at Song Feng pitifully.

Song Feng had a look of disdain on his face, no wonder he was sent out to run errands, it turned out to be a bastard from the bottom of the sect.

However, the sixfold body quenching realm is actually the lowest existence among the outer disciples, and it can be imagined how fierce the competition in the sect is.

Those disciples who are among the best, what a demeanor they are.

Thinking of this, Song Feng's little face couldn't help but flash a look of longing.

"But what does this have to do with you stalking me and trying to kill me? Could it be that you want to use me to get angry after the sect was abused?"

Immediately, Song Feng's face was slightly cold, he didn't expect that there was such a person, he was so narrow-minded, he was not happy, he wanted to vent to others.

"No, no, this matter was instructed by Senior Brother Mo Ping to do it, not me, they also threatened me that if I didn't help them, they would abolish my cultivation and drive me out of the Xuanhuo Sect. ”

Speaking of this, the man in the fiery red robe had a slight flash in his eyes, and a few tears were squeezed out of his face, looking aggrieved.

Obviously, he wanted to use this matter to win Song Feng's sympathy.

"Maupin?"

Song Feng's face was stunned, and he immediately remembered, as if a month ago, he seemed to have seen a child of the Xuanhuo Sect in Xiaoshan Town, like, what is it called Mo Ping?

However, it should also be a grudge between Sister Li Qing and him. How can it involve yourself, you just sit and eat, is it, because of this, you want to die by yourself?

Thinking of this, Song Feng also felt a little unbelievable.

The blood on the Tianyun Continent finally appeared, he didn't do anything, but he offended others out of thin air, and he might just look at himself unpleasantly.

"Maupin, huh? I wrote down this grudge. ”

At this time, a nameless anger in Song Feng's heart suddenly erupted, he had not done anything to offend him, but he thought about himself again and again.

No one can swallow this breath, and they really think I'm a soft persimmon, and I can't handle it?

Song Feng's face was cold, his chest was full of anger, and he only felt irritable for a while.

On the slightly quiet empty street, the man in the fiery red robe secretly peeked at Song Feng's reaction, and when he saw his changing expression, he was immediately overjoyed.

There's a play!

Actually, it was indeed Mo Ping who sent him, but he wrote and directed all the tasks of the sect, mainly because Mo Ping made a promise, that is, to let him enter the inner gate.

The Xuanhuo Sect can be described as a sect with fierce competition, and the disciples are even more jealous of each other, and among them, the high-level children of the sect have lived the most nourishing.

The overall assessment once a year, for ordinary disciples, is an opportunity to leap into the dragon gate, if passed, the outer disciples become inner disciples, the inner disciples become core disciples, and the core disciples are lucky to be recognized by the elders or peak masters, and accepted as closed disciples.

As for the children of the upper echelons of the sect, they don't need to think about these things at all, these are arranged by their parents from birth, and they just need to cultivate carefree.

It's like Mo Ping, but in the early days of the Ning Dan Realm, he was made a core disciple, but no one dared to have any objections.

Because the father is the head!

Lu Songjiang, a disciple at the bottom of the outer sect, is even more difficult, let alone promoted to an inner disciple, he is afraid that he will be expelled from the sect one day.

Naturally, when he heard the reward that Mo Ping said, he immediately came with a hot head, but he didn't expect that the soft persimmon turned into a lion and almost died here.

"I see, you go. ”

Song Feng said softly, his eyes couldn't see any changes.