"This ...... How come there is no one? ”

Han Tiancheng looked disappointed, and Han Moyan on the side was also extremely embarrassed.

The two seemed to feel a strong suspense behind them, and walked out stupidly, saying, "Well, since it's okay, let's go, goodbye." ”

After that, the two of them rushed back in embarrassment.

Seeing this, Han Qianxi breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but hurriedly ran back to the room, but really didn't see any trace of Zhang Zifeng, but the window that was originally locked didn't know when it was opened.

"It's strange, this guy won't jump from such a high place, right," Han Qianxi's delicate body trembled, and she ran to the window to look out, feeling a chill all over her body.

Oh my boy, this is the sixth floor.

The moon hung high, and the puddles that had been raining lightly the day before reflected the beauty of the night sky.

Suddenly, an afterimage flashed over the flat puddle, splashing a slight ripple and breaking the picture.

It was as if he was hiding from some monster.

The afterimage was followed by a forty-six-yard foot in pink slippers.

I only saw Zhang Zifeng holding a cigarette in his mouth, staring calmly at the telephone pole in the distance, the black shadow that no longer continued to escape, but half-crouched down.

The black shadow's voice sounded old, his voice was sharp and hoarse, and his features could no longer be seen under the tattered and dirty black coat.

Unkempt and unkempt, he cracked his mouth full of yellow teeth at this time, and sticky and fishy saliva slowly flowed out of his mouth.

Zhang Zifeng noticed that his shoulders looked a little weird, not growing like normal people, but as if they were forcibly twisted by external forces, so that his entire arms leaned forward.

And he, Zhang Zifeng, recognized it at a glance, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"The disciple of the old god of war, I didn't expect to look like this, it really surprised me!"

"Yo, old fellow, if I didn't guess wrong, you are the culprit who was suppressed in the cemetery of Longhu Qingshan, right?"

The old man didn't intend to hide it, but chuckled and said, "That's right, I should be grateful to Xiaoyaozi and the old god of war, if it weren't for them to teach a good apprentice, I wouldn't have regained my freedom one day." ”

"Where is that traitor to the Dragon, Tiger, and Green Mountains?" Zhang Zifeng looked around, as if sensing something, and suddenly showed a smile.

"No need to look for him, of course, he's going to see his master," the old man cracked his mouth and smiled strangely.

"So the traitor I almost beat to death back then was also saved by you?" Zhang Zifeng said leisurely.

"Or else?" The old man sneered viciously, "I have to say that he is indeed better than me in learning this method of absorbing qi and harmonizing, and his strength has been so strong that I am afraid of him over the years." ”

"Okay, now that everything has been asked clearly, you have no value," Zhang Zifeng strode towards the old man on the telephone pole.

"Hmph, little doll, although I don't know how you defeated my genius that day, but don't forget, I'm a person who is taboo even Xiaoyaozi and your master, not only do you not escape, but you dare to come up and send me to death, then it's no wonder that I."

The old man's body sank, and he only heard a bang in the air.

Suddenly, a strong wind hit Zhang Zifeng's face, and the old man didn't know when he had appeared behind Zhang Zifeng, he was on all fours, like a cannibal.

"Die!"

The old man waved his thin right arm, and the gray sharp nails grabbed the back of Zhang Zifeng's head.

"I'm a lot older, and I'm still so active," Zhang Zifeng's eyes froze.

"Bang!"

In the moonlight, I saw the old man's right arm twisted at an incredible angle, and suddenly the whole person flew out like a cannonball.

One move, just one move, the old man lost his combat effectiveness.

"Ah, my arm, you...... What's going on with your speed? The old man was in great pain, and looked at Zhang Zifeng, who was smoking lightly, with a frightened expression.

"What, you don't need your evil skills anymore?" Zhang Zifeng said leisurely, "I don't think I need it, right?" ”

That's right, although this evil skill can make people improve quickly, it also comes with huge side effects.

Long-term use will not only bring major diseases to the human body, such as bone deformation? accelerated aging of the body, etc.

Even to a certain limit, you will not be allowed to use this "evil skill" for the rest of your life.

The old man was afraid to retreat, "You can't kill me, I'm his master, if I die, he won't let you go." ”

"Really? Then you can go," Zhang Zifeng said lightly.

The old man was stunned for a moment, obviously not reacting.

"Really?"

"I never kill the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, you take them all, so get out," Zhang Zifeng said,

"Well, that's what you said," the old man rolled his eyes, stumbled to his feet, and disappeared into the night.

Seeing this, the corners of Zhang Zifeng's mouth showed an intriguing smile, and then he swept his gaze to a dark corner of the street.

"Come out, don't hide," Zhang Zifeng said leisurely.

"Interesting, you can find this," I saw in the alley, and the bald little monk stood up with a smile.

The little monk Mo Yu clasped his hands together and said with a smile, "Why don't you kill him, it's a scourge to keep it." ”

"It's still useful to keep it, this is called casting a long line to catch big fish, you should be a fake monk," Zhang Zifeng looked up and down.

"Why?"

"I've checked, there is no temple in Huaxia such as Leiyin Temple, and Mo Yu doesn't exist at all."

"Maybe it's a small temple that isn't registered, and I'm just an obscure little monk."

"A little monk, he will not deliberately approach me, and then he will not consciously tell the real purpose of holding this event in the Tibetan Sword Villa, let alone have a bad smell of blood on his body."

Zhang Zifeng's face suddenly sank, and he said, "So...... You've killed people, and you've killed a lot of people. ”

Hearing this, the little monk maintained a smiling expression from beginning to end, he folded his hands and said calmly, "Oh, you guy looks stupid, I didn't expect your observation to be so powerful." ”

Suddenly, the little monk opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth outlined a cruel smile, and said, "Since you already know my secret, I can't keep you." ”

……

"Master, how many years have we not seen each other," said a hoarse voice from a man in a black cloak and hood over the treetops.

Xiaoyaozi's tattered robe rose without wind, and the fried dust in his hand vaguely contained a force.

"It's been almost ten years," Xiaoyaozi said calmly.

"Yes, it's been almost ten years, I almost died at the hands of that guy ten years ago, and it were the two masters who ordered him, do you know how much the apprentice's heart hurts?"

"If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, since ancient times, good and evil have not been separated, if you dare to come today, I will clean up the door."

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a gust of wind centered on Xiaoyaozi and quickly spread out in all directions.

Suddenly the dust was flying, and the banyan tree swayed, but only the black-robed man was motionless, and even the strange thing was that his robe only floated slightly, as if the changes in the outside world were separated from him.

"The traitor of the Dragon Tiger Qingshan still dares to come here," At this time, the sword saint held the half of the peachwood sword, and swept towards the black-robed man with his front foot.

Seeing this, Xiaoyaozi's face changed, and he raised his hand to stop the reckless behavior of the Sword Master, but it was too late.

Because at this moment, the black-robed man showed a fanatical smile, as if the Sword Saint was not enough for him not to be an opponent, but a rare prey.