Shen Feng was taken aback, and immediately pushed two steps back, although his movements were fast, there was still a tingling pain on his cheeks, oozing a trace of blood.

Seeing that the other party was about to make a move, Shen Feng shouted, "Qinghe, it's me." ”

Hearing Shen Feng's voice, the other party finally stopped his movements and limped out of the shadows, and sure enough, it was Qinghe.

Her eyes were full of tears, and when she saw Shen Feng, she threw herself into his arms.

"Shen Feng, you're finally here, the sixth master is not good, you can take a look at the sixth master."

Shen Feng pushed open the door, turned on the mobile phone lighting, and soon found two people lying on the ground.

One of them was beaten on the head and was bleeding, covered in injuries, although the injury was quite serious, but the breath was stable, and the other was as angry as a gossamer, and his condition was quite bad, it was the sixth master.

Shen Feng didn't say a word, he rushed in and hugged the sixth master out as soon as possible, and motioned to the others to carry the mountain brother inside.

He put the sixth master on the flat ground, briefly checked, and found that the artery in his leg was punctured, resulting in excessive blood loss, so he was weak.

Shen Feng didn't have no way to treat it, but he could seal the meridians in his legs, slow down the speed of blood flow, and buy precious time for the sixth master.

Without any hesitation, Shen Feng continuously clicked on the sixth master's acupoint, and waited until the sixth master's breath stabilized before he stopped his movements and looked at the little brother on the side.

"A few of you, send them to the hospital, inform the wild dog and Xu San, take someone to the third floor, and we will meet on the third floor."

After explaining to the younger brother, Shen Feng glanced at Qinghe.

"Qinghe, your injuries are not light, you can also go to the hospital to have a look."

Qing He shook his head, his eyes full of determination.

"Shen Feng, I'll go up with you, I'm going to settle accounts with that dog mongrel, he's just a servant of the gatekeeper, and he actually wants to embezzle the treasure house, which is a heinous crime."

Seeing Qinghe's resolute attitude, Shen Feng didn't say anything, and took the initiative to help her upstairs.

The two went up the stairs and soon came to the place where the two sides were fighting.

At this time, the third floor was in a mess, full of wailing villagers, Yang Wencai was standing not far away, his whole body was trembling, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground because there were no bullets.

There was a person standing in front of him, it was Yan Kun, the Mixed Yuan Taiji Player, who was covered in blood all over his body, exuding an extremely strong smell of blood.

The last villager burst into a shout and rushed towards him.

Yan Kun snorted coldly and used a series of Tai Chi palms, and the villagers were hit hard, and the whole person flew out upside down, and his head was injured on the east wall.

At this point, more than 100 villagers collapsed, and not even one of them could stand.

Yang Wencai's eyes were full of fear, he took two steps back, and bumped into Shen Feng headlong, only to realize that he had rescued Qing He.

When Qing He saw Yang Wencai and the enemy, he was naturally very red-eyed, and with a wave of his right hand, a sharp blade cut through the sky and headed towards Yang Wencai's neck.

Shen Feng was taken aback, and quickly made a move, shaking Qinghe away.

Although it had been blocked, the sharp blade still scratched Yang Wencai's neck, and blood suddenly oozed from it, which looked shocking.

Yang Wencai's frightened soul flew away, and he collapsed to the ground, no longer having the arrogance he had before.

"Spare your life, Shen Feng, save me, I'll say anything, I don't want the treasure house, I'll give it all back to you, don't kill me, you will give you whatever you want."

Yang Wencai was not stupid, he could see that Shen Feng was willing to save himself, so he snorted and cried, hugging his thighs tightly.

Shen Feng looked at Yang Wencai, his face was full of disgust, if he confessed earlier, why did he end up like this.

But disgust is disgust, and there are some things that only he may know where they are.

In any case, he had to save his life.

"Qinghe, let him go, what you want may have already fallen into his hands, you look at him first, I'll say hello to Mr. Liu first."

Shen Feng moved his muscles, stepped forward two steps, and stopped in front of Yan Kun.

"Mr. Liu, you are quite clever, and you know how to run here to block me."

Liu Shijie looked at Shen Feng, his eyes full of anger.

He was a smart fart, he made trouble for a long time, and was finally picked up by Shen Feng, this guy is really cheap, he actually calculated everything.

But it doesn't matter, as long as Yan Kun is here, he won't lose.

"Shen Feng, you are very good, even I have been calculated by you, but so what, do you know who this warrior next to me is, as long as he is there, even if you are a lot of people, you are just a live target for him."

Liu Shijie didn't brag, Yan Kun knocked down so many people, but he didn't even use Yicheng's strength, this is the mystery of Tai Chi, borrowing strength.

No matter how many people there are, as long as they can't see through Yan Kun's moves, they will only be turned around by him, becoming fish on the knife board, and let him slaughter them.

Shen Feng frowned, not daring to underestimate the enemy, he could clearly feel that Yan Kun had locked all the qi on himself, as long as the slightest flaw was exposed, he would not hesitate to attack.

Shen Feng condensed his luck, looked at Liu Shijie and said: "Mr. Liu, Fu Biao should have already brought you a message, I also have the corresponding evidence here, which is enough to prove that your son was not killed by Xu San, the real murderer is someone else, and he has already hidden." ”

Liu Shijie snorted coldly and responded: "Shen Feng, do you think I will believe your so-called evidence, the Three Holy Gates, the treasure house, this is the real reason, my son will not die in vain, I will use your so-called treasure house to bury him, Yan Kun, kill him." ”

When the words fell, Yan Kun made a lightning move, jumped in the air, and the whole person turned into a clear wind, and appeared in front of Shen Feng in an instant.

Without waiting for Shen Feng to react, Yan Kun slapped three palms in a row, all of which hit him in the chest.

Shen Feng's whole body was full of qi and blood, and the whole person was suddenly knocked out, falling heavily to the ground, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Just then, there was the sound of hurried footsteps downstairs.

Xu San and the wild dog came up with people, and when the two saw Shen Feng being beaten, they immediately became angry, and they couldn't help but say something, and attacked Yan Kun together.

The two of them are good at fighting, and they can also deal with ordinary good players, but dealing with a strong man in the underground world like Yan Kun is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

The two of them made moves at the same time, which hit Yan Kun's heart, only to see him wandering back and forth, his hands constantly sliding, taking advantage of the two of their arms, and making a move.

Xu San involuntarily hit the wild dog, the wild dog also couldn't control himself, the two of them punched each other to the flesh, and even punched each other in public.

The force of this punch was not small, and the two of them suddenly had blue noses and swollen faces, and they looked quite embarrassed.

Xu San was obviously unconvinced, wiped a handful of nosebleeds, and was just about to go up again, but was stopped by Shen Feng: "Third brother, you are not his opponent, let me come!" ”

When Yan Kun heard this, he raised his middle finger, his eyes full of disdain.

"Shen Feng, don't brag here, if that's all you have, I'm afraid you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow."

Yan Kun moved his wrist and put on a Tai Chi posture.

Shen Feng spat out a mouthful of blood and began to continuously mobilize the breath in his body, if it was just in an ordinary state, even Yan Kun's speed could not keep up, so he could only use his divine descending.

His qi and blood continued to surge, his eyes began to redden, and he soon entered a state of divine descent.

In the next second, Shen Feng soared into the air and swept over with one move.