When Jianma knelt on the ground, Chen Feng and Murong Qiudi had already jumped out of the carriage and landed near the carriage. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Chen Feng stared at the young coachman, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The coachman was a taciturn person, so far Chen Feng didn't know what this person's surname was, and Murong Qiudi didn't have the slightest intention to ask. However, Chu Feng could see that this was a very dangerous and terrifying person, although this person was highly skilled, no matter what he did, one hand would not be too far away from the sword, he seemed to be ready to kill anytime and anywhere, and it seemed that he was ready to die anytime and anywhere.

It has been ten days since Chen Feng woke up, and in the past ten days, he has been with Murong Qiudi and the coachman day and night, he has never seen the coachman laugh or cry, and it is even difficult to see a little expression on that face, this person seems to have been deprived of seven emotions and six desires by God a long time ago, and has no hope for survival and fear of death.

Chen Feng believed that even if this kind of person died at the hands of others, he should not have the slightest expression, but he found that he was wrong, at least now he saw the emotions on the coachman's face that should be human.

At this moment, the coachman, who had always been cold and calm, showed an indescribable surprise on his face, and his eyes flashed with indescribable jealousy and hatred, and the coachman's whole body was full of intense murderous intent, and his hand grasped the sword fiercely, staring at the man with a hat standing in front of the carriage.

There is no expression on the face of the hat man, and the person with the hat seems to have become the former coachman, not only does there not have a trace of expression on a face like a dead man, but there is no fluctuation in a pair of eyes, this person seems to have long ago not cared about everything around him, and it seems that this person has dedicated his soul to Hades a long time ago and has become a ghost walking in the world.

Chen Feng squinted his eyes and looked at the hat man, the hat man was not tall, he didn't look strong, and he didn't show the slightest breath of a martial artist on his body, but this person just stood there quietly, but it made him feel like a mountain standing there, which was indescribably depressing.

The coachman stared at the hat man, a pair of sharp eyes had begun to blood red at this time, he stared at the hat man and said word by word: "The Central Plains is a little red, why are you here." ”

A little red in the Central Plains? When the words fell, Chen Feng couldn't help but stare at the hat man a few times and looked at the sword on the hat man's waist.

The pitch-black scabbard, the pitch-black hilt, unpretentious, nothing can be seen.

He took a breath of cool air, the soul searching sword was shadowless, and the Central Plains was a little red! He glanced at Murong Qiudi, who looked calm, why did this killer with the highest price in martial arts suddenly appear here?

Chen Feng stared at Zhongyuan a little red, there was no fear in his eyes, but there was an indescribable joy, he didn't speak, looked at Zhongyuan a little red.

Zhongyuan looked at Chen Feng a little red, his eyes didn't look at the coachman at all, he stared at Chen Feng for a long time, and then spoke: "I'm here to find someone." His voice was calm, hoarse and short, as if it were like his fast sword, absolutely not dragging people in the mud and water, and deciding victory and defeat, life and death in an instant.

"Who are you looking for?" The coachman pressed his sword and said coldly.

"Yan Thirteen." Zhong Yuan stared at Chen Feng and said, "Is Your Excellency Yan Thirteen?" His voice was still short and hoarse, but his shining eyes already revealed the killing intent and battle intent that anyone could see.

Obviously, a little red in the Central Plains came to find Yan Thirteen.

When Murong Qiudi walked out of the carriage, he knew that the person in front of him was the now world-famous killer Zhongyuan Yihong, and he was also the fastest sword in the Central Plains in the eyes of the Jianghu people.

There is only one Zhongyuan Yihong in the sky and on the earth, and only Zhongyuan Yihong will have such a terrifying and rich murderous aura on his body.

-- That murderous aura is not something that ordinary warriors can have, only a killer who has killed people, and has killed countless people, a terrifying aura that is not angry and self-threatening, and this kind of momentum can definitely not be disguised by anyone.

She walked forward to the Central Plains with a little red face, smiled and said: "If you want to find Yan Thirteen, then you should go elsewhere, we don't have Yan Thirteen here." ”

Murong Qiudi was about to say this, but she didn't say it, because someone had already spoken.

This time, it was not the coachman who spoke, nor was it the Central Plains that was a little red, but Chen Feng.

When Zhongyuan's words landed, Chen Feng had already spoken, and he smiled: "You came to kill me?" ”

Zhongyuan stared at Chen Feng with a little red and did not speak, and said after a while: "You are Yan Thirteen?" ”

Chen Feng looked calm and said lightly: "Do you think I am not Yan Shisan?" ”

"I don't know, I've never seen Yan Thirteen." Zhongyuan said a little red: "Are you Yan Thirteen?" ”

"Yes, I'm Yan Thirteen." Chen Feng looked at Zhongyuan a little red: "Why are you looking for me?" His voice was calm and casual, as if he was not talking to the world's top killer at all, but talking to an ordinary old farmer about farming.

Zhong Yuan stared at Chen Feng a little red, his expression was blank, but in his heart he was doubting whether the person in front of him was Yan Shisan, but he didn't open his mouth to ask again, he just said lightly: "I have something to look for you." ”

"What's the matter?"

"There doesn't seem to be anything else for the killer to look for." Zhongyuan thought for a while.

Chen Feng laughed, he shook his head and said, "Not necessarily. ”

"Oh?" Zhongyuan was a little red, and looked at Chen Feng with some curiosity.

Chen Feng said slowly: "At least I know that ji~ women don't just ask for silver when they look for men, sometimes they also give silver." ”

No one can deny this, and the Central Plains can't help but admit it.

Zhongyuan stared at Chen Feng and said coldly: "It's a pity that I'm a killer and not a girl." ”

Chen Feng nodded, this is a truth, he can only nod, he said: "I know that you are a killer, but the top killer in the rivers and lakes, so far you have killed at least twenty or thirty martial arts celebrities, and you have not failed once!" But even killers like you sometimes don't look for people to kill. ”

"And what do you think I'm looking for you for?"

Chen Feng said lightly: "Maybe you are begging for death." He looked at the Central Plains with shrunken pupils, and said lightly: "Hasn't there always been two outcomes for killers to kill or be killed?" ”

Zhong Yuan didn't speak, he slowly took off the hat on his head, a cold and miserable face appeared in Chen Feng's sight, a pair of sharp eyes stared at Chen Feng, it was even sharper and more terrifying than a sword, he said lightly: "You are right, there are indeed only two results for killers to kill, and there are only two results for waiting for killers to kill people, what results do you think you get?" ”

Chen Feng smiled slightly, he looked down at the iron sword on his waist, and then looked at the Central Plains and said a little red: "I don't have to think about it, I just need to ask about the sword on my waist." ”

Zhongyuan nodded a little red, he agreed to this statement, although now he still doubted that the person in front of him was Yan Thirteen, one of the top ten swordsmen on the weapon spectrum, but whether this person was Yan Thirteen or not, he wanted to learn this person's sword.