In terms of location, Long Wanjun's current location is exactly in the center of the villa, and the basement where Wu Feng is located is also built in the center of the villa.

This basement has always been a place for the Three Leagues to keep important people privately, and it was built in the center to prevent escape, and from the entire layout of the villa, it is surrounded by various ambushes, and the basement is surrounded by a ring in the center.

Ring defense, which can largely resist sieges from all sides, can also hold important people in the basement.

As for the room where Long Ying was located, it was located directly east of the villa.

Long Ying has the habit of worshipping Ziyang, so he also relies on the east in the choice of residence.

When Long Ying hurried to a hall not far from the basement, even with his mind, he was looking at him in shock.

When his gaze collided with Wu Feng's, Long Ying had a trance-like feeling, as if he had been stabbed by a highly venomous scorpion, and a sharp pain came from the depths of his soul.

However, this is not the main thing, the main thing is Long Wanjun!

Judging from what Long Wanjun is dressed now, Long Ying is almost certain that after Long Wanjun escaped from the basement, he didn't go far, but ran to the update room next to him and changed into a tight black dress that was enough to cover his body!

For Long Wanjun's approach, Long Ying was very helpless!

When has it been, and you still think about such a thing as changing clothes?

Looking at Long Wanjun, who was lying under Wu Feng's feet, motionless, a trace of pity flashed on Long Ying's dry face, no matter what, Long Wanjun was also the only bloodline of the Long family.

It is impossible for Long Ying not to care about Long Wanjun's life and death!

And now, Long Wanjun was obviously controlled by Wu Feng's technique.

If the current situation was changed to two days ago, Long Ying would not hesitate to rush up to save Long Wanjun, but the current Long Ying did not do so.

The reason is very simple, Long Ying felt a dangerous aura in Wu Feng's body.

There was no need for him to take risks, even if he really wanted to take risks, it should be what those people under him did, so he was waiting, quietly waiting for the more than twenty black-clothed people around Wu Feng to attack Wu Feng.

When Long Ying thought like this, the more than twenty black-clothed people around Wu Feng didn't think so, in their minds, Long Ying was a god-like existence.

When Long Ying appeared, more than twenty people in black also glanced at each other, and from their eyes, they saw the hope of victory.

If before Long Ying didn't come over, their purpose was just to drag Wu Feng down, then after Long Ying appeared, their purpose became to take down Wu Feng.

Without too much hesitation, they took the lead in attacking Wu Feng together, after all, there were more than twenty black-clothed people here, each of them was a well-known figure in the underground world, if you didn't have a little guts, it would be impossible to do it!

Killing people is just a daily routine for them.

More than twenty black-clothed people shot together, how strong the momentum was, at least from the momentum and the fierce shouts full of murderous aura, it could still make people feel some blood.

It's a pity that the word hot blood can also be interpreted as blood that has not yet cooled.

When is a person's blood hot?

Don't think about it, that's when a person just dies!

Scattered blood, like an erupting red fountain, spilled out from the arm of a man in black, and in Wu Feng's hand, a half-cut arm was being casually discarded to the ground by him.

The howl of grief instantly made those hot-headed men in black subconsciously hesitate.

And at this moment's hesitation, Wu Feng moved, like a hungry cheetah rushing into a herd of antelopes to be slaughtered, every claw, every punch, will inevitably bring down a struggling antelope.

Although the antelope has lethal sharp horns, in the face of absolute speed and strength, no matter how sharp his horns are, he can't stab the body of the cheetah at all, and he can't even touch the hair!

Now these twenty or so people in black have this feeling in their hearts, Wu Feng's speed is so fast, so fast that it is almost like he is floating, and a second ago, he saw him on the left, and kicked over, only to find that his people had already reached the back! And then, there is no then......

Because, once he is surrounded by Wu Feng, it also means that his mission has come to an end!

A person fighting with more than 20 people at the same time, if you say that you can't be hurt at all, this is definitely an unreasonable thing, but such a thing happened right in front of you.

It's real, but it's weird.

Wu Feng's body style is too exaggerated, as if it is completely tailor-made for group fighting, every time he defeats a man in black, Wu Feng's body will inevitably find a relatively dead end.

The so-called relative blind spot refers to the blind spot between a man in black and another man in black, this kind of blind spot is also extremely common in life, and Wu Feng uses this blind spot to attack another person.

From a bystander's point of view, Wu Feng's movements are a little awkward, and there seems to be no pattern to be found, and in fact, Wu Feng's movements are indeed irregular, because his next foothold is not to follow the footwork, but to follow the blind spots.

In other words, where is the blind spot, Wu Feng will drill there!

Looking at the screams coming from time to time in the field, Long Ying's fists had unconsciously turned a little white, although it was said that these black-clothed people were the most ordinary heavenly killers in the Heavenly Killing Society.

However, the Heavenly Killers of each Heavenly Killing Society were also the absolute elite who were carefully selected from hundreds of people and underwent rigorous training.

Even if these elites are only used as pawns in many cases, they are also carefully selected pawns!

Long Ying's gaze unconsciously fell on the three men standing behind those black-clothed men.

After the three men were swept by Long Ying's gaze, their faces also showed solemn expressions at the same time.

"Stand down, let's come!" One of the three men, a young man with a golden earring on his right ear, was the first to step forward.

Hearing the words of the young man with golden earrings, the black-clothed people who had clearly felt that death was so close also heard of the amnesty, and quickly jumped out of the battle circle one after another.

But even so, in less than three minutes, only nine of the more than twenty men in black escaped.

As for the other dozen or so black-clothed people, they fell to the ground one by one, letting out a burst of painful howls from their mouths.

"The idea is pricked, let's work together!" Another young man with squinted eyes also spoke at this time.

"Good!" A middle-aged man with a strand of white hair standing behind the two young men also nodded indifferently when he heard the words of the two young men.

Immediately, the middle-aged man also took out a semicircular scimitar from his waist.

It seemed to be caused by a broken long knife being bent, but when the two young men saw the scimitar in the middle-aged man's hand, they subconsciously flashed to the side, and there was a look of fear in their eyes.

"My knife is called the waning moon, accompany me thirty plantings, and there are a total of two hundred and seven souls under the knife!" The middle-aged man's gaze was quietly staring at Wu Feng, and the waning moon in his hand pointed obliquely to the sky.

"Since it's called the waning moon, let's let it stay forever!" Wu Feng's gaze was cold, he looked at the waning moon on the middle-aged man's hand, wiped the blood on his hand, and showed an evil smile on his face.

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[bookid=3058907,bookname="Alchemist Maniac"] Liu Qing wakes up and finds himself back in the golden age of alchemy 10,000 years ago.

He inherited the glory of the king of alchemy and achieved a lifetime of glory