"Brother Ling Feng, come back quickly, don't go near him...... He's dangerous!"

As soon as he woke up, he found that Ling Feng was sparring with the black-clothed drunkard, Cui Lingyun couldn't calm down, and he had to shout desperately when he cheered up.

At the beginning, Ling Feng and the black-clothed drunkard were engaged in the confrontation, and they didn't hear Cui Lingyun's shout, and when the state between Ling Feng and the black-clothed drunkard became relaxed, they heard Cui Lingyun's shout.

As soon as Ling Feng heard Cui Lingyun's shout, his face immediately turned happy, and he hurriedly hugged his fist at the black-clothed drunkard and said, "Senior, I'll go see Lingyun first, she is seriously injured, I'm afraid she won't be able to hold on!"

The black-clothed drunkard glanced at Ling Feng faintly, followed by Cui Lingyun, who had fainted on the ground, and saw that the girl's figure was very familiar, and immediately turned into a black light, and the person suddenly appeared in front of Cui Lingyun.

"For the seniors, what are you doing?What are you spoiling me, Lingyun is still an ignorant little girl, if there is really something that offends you, you can come to me, I am his fiancé. You, you can't pretend to be crazy and stupid to trouble her. Ling Feng roared out a long series of words in one breath, and the moment he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that he was about to be suffocated.

The black-clothed drunkard didn't pay attention to him at all, didn't even look back at him, but squatted down directly, looked at Cui Lingyun with gentle eyes, and then slowly stretched out his hand to Cui Lingyun's smooth forehead.

When Ling Feng saw it, he immediately became angry, and shouted in a desperate voice: "Stop, you dead thief, am I still here, master? You are so blatant to my fiancée, you fuck, Lao Tzu will fight for you!"

With an angry roar on his mouth, Ling Feng's hands were not idle, and he immediately swung the Sky Slashing Sword, stabbing out with a sword, and immediately shot out a red line of fire.

Stop!

The sharp sound of piercing air sounded instantly, and in the blink of an eye, the red line of fire extended to the back of the black-clothed drunkard's heart, if he continued to make a bad mistake and did not react, Ling Feng believed that he would be at least seriously injured in the next moment.

Ling Feng bet that the other party would definitely not ignore his attacks.

Airplanes!

The figure of the black-clothed drunkard suddenly flashed, and the person disappeared.

What made Ling Feng even more frightened was that Cui Lingyun also disappeared with the disappearance of the black-clothed drunkard.

Burst!

The wind and fire sword qi pierced the empty ground, and with a dull sound, it completely dissipated.

"This ......" Ling Feng froze in place, his expression was stupid, his brain was blank for a while, but his heart was crazy, "Where are the people?"

And just when Ling Feng was depressed, the figure of the black-clothed drunkard suddenly walked out of the back room.

"Silly boy, what are you still doing there in a daze, come here, compensate my old man for a chat!" The black-clothed drunkard couldn't help but greet Ling Feng when he saw Ling Feng still standing in a daze.

Ling Feng turned his head indifferently, his movements seemed a little mechanical, and his mind felt that he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the other party.

"How could it be? I didn't feel the spatial fluctuation just now, why did he ......" Ling Feng really couldn't figure it out, even if it was a short-distance teleportation, at least there should be spatial fluctuations!

The black-clothed drunkard walked to the stone pier where he had been sitting, and the wine gourd on his waist was dragged down by him and thrown onto the stone table, seeing that Ling Feng was still in ink, he couldn't help but palm his hand, followed by an invisible potential and suddenly pulled, Ling Feng's whole person flew over uncontrollably.

Poof!

Ling Feng didn't notice it for a while, and lost his center because of the potential, and immediately fell and squatted, and his body became extremely embarrassed.

The black-clothed drunkard laughed and mocked in front of him without hesitation: "Look at your bear-like appearance, you really embarrass the Ruifeng Hou Mansion!" Ling Feng naturally had a more stinky face, but he also found that there was no good result in his confrontation with the black-clothed drunkard, so he simply kept silent and was a sullen gourd.

The black-clothed drunkard laughed at Ling Feng for a while, and immediately began to talk to Ling Feng in a rambling manner, still the kind of memory that was not pleasant: "Hey, boy, what's the matter with your stinky body? Why didn't anyone take you with him? Is Hou Ye okay? I remember the great war twenty years ago, Hou Ye was not lightly injured, and it was not easy to deal with being exposed to the dark and dark qi. Look at me, it's been twenty years, and my fire-based spiritual power has now turned into dark spiritual energy, and now I have even comprehended a dark earthly spiritual skill, which is called the Death Light Splitting Blade, you have seen it before, and it can directly cut through the space with one sword, and the strength makes me feel ironic. ”

As a listener, Ling Feng couldn't help but be speechless.

I have always suspected that this guy is colluding with the Dark Hades Venerable, and the feelings are infected by the dark Hades Qi. However, this guy's state of mind is obviously not very healthy, he was infected by the dark fame, and he actually broke the jar and broke it, and directly began to cultivate the dark underworld, in that case, what is the difference between him and those dark underworld venerables?

Thinking about it, Ling Feng once again entered into deep thought, and he deeply felt that judging the identity of the black-clothed drunkard was a more serious problem.

"Hey, boy, what about asking you? What happened to Ruifenghou? What do you have to do with him, do you kid work hard for a woman? Why don't you answer when the elders ask you. Boy, you owe a beating!" The black-clothed drunkard became angrier and angrier the more he spoke.

It's just that he has obviously regained his consciousness, and he has no longer integrated the dark power in his body into his body, and his anger at this moment is purely a loud howl.

But his pretending to be angry without skill and connotation, Ling Feng could easily hear it, and this made him more and more curious about this black-clothed drunkard.

"Senior, who are you, how can you be so familiar with my Ruifeng Mansion?" After Ling Feng realized that the black-clothed drunkard was not so terrifying, instead of showing half of his gratitude, he asked himself questions very unkindly, and directly threw aside the question that the black-clothed drunkard asked him.

"Me?" the drunkard in black was suddenly confused when he was asked like this, and he fell into a serious state of thought again.

And this strange situation, Ling Feng felt a pain when he saw it, and said in his heart, Big brother, you won't become the virtue you used to be again! Thinking about it, Ling Feng couldn't be calm, so he immediately hurriedly walked to the stone table and picked up the wine jug that the black-clothed drunkard was still on the stone table at will and threw it far away.

Bang!

The crisp sound of a flask falling on the hard stone floor woke the black-clad drunkard from his deep thoughts.

The black-clothed drunkard subconsciously turned his head to look at the wine jug on the stone table, and suddenly found that his old friend was gone, and immediately released his senses, and quickly swept around the small courtyard, and immediately found that the wine jug that had accompanied him for many years was thrown into the corner as garbage, and what was even more excessive was that the cap of the wine jug was also shaken open, and the wine inside was bubbling out, and it could be seen from a large water trail on the ground that most of the wine had flowed out.

Seeing this scene, the black-clothed drunkard gritted his teeth, hurriedly sucked the wine jug back into his hand, shook the wine jug distressedly, and found that most of the wine in it had been lost, and he was immediately distressed.

"Hey, senior, don't drink anymore, I don't want to die at the hands of a drunk!" Ling Feng immediately rushed over, and he had the audacity to grab the wine jug from the black-clothed drunkard.

Speaking of which, at this time, Ling Feng's courage was still in his throat! I was afraid that the black-clothed drunkard would really get out of control again, and I really didn't know if I would be able to live until this guy came to his senses again.

As long as he thought about it, the terrifying combat power of the black-clothed drunkard before, Ling Feng felt a chill in his back.

"This thing is the god of war with no dead ends!" Ling Feng couldn't help but slander in his heart, of course, he didn't forget to complain at the end: "If only he didn't control the dark and dark qi!"

Ling Feng suddenly came out to compete with him, which made the black-clothed drunkard immediately very angry, he kept rolling his eyes wildly, and when he rolled his eyes for the first time, Ling Feng even felt that his scalp was about to burst.

But Ling Feng was really afraid that the black-clothed drunkard would get drunk, and he didn't dare to let him continue to keep the wine jug, so he could only continue to grab it.

But in this way, it caused the black-clothed drunkard to roll his eyes for a long time, and he was stunned that it did not play any substantive role in Ling Feng. At first, Ling Feng didn't feel anything, but when he realized that the black-clothed drunkard really didn't do anything lethal to him, he finally confirmed one thing in his heart...... This black-clothed drunkard has a deep relationship with the Ruifeng Hou Mansion.

After having this thought, Ling Feng's inner activities couldn't help but become richer.

"Is he from the Baileys?"

"Or are you from the Ruifeng Marquis Mansion yourself?"

"Or does he have a deep connection with the Ruifeng Mansion itself?"

Ling Feng scrambled over the wine jug, his eyes purring, and he kept speculating in his heart about the identity of this guy in front of him.

Constantly analyzing the clues, Ling Feng can also see from the name of the drunkard in black to his grandfather Ling Shijian that although he respects his grandfather very much, it seems that he is only an equal.

"Who the hell is he?" Ling Feng kept asking himself repeatedly in his heart, but Ling Feng thought about all the legendary people he had seen and heard, and he couldn't find the slightest existence related to the person in front of him.

Bang!

The scramble for the wine jug, which had been in a stalemate, ended when the black-clothed drunkard suddenly let go, and Ling Feng fell to the ground again in embarrassment.

Hahaha!

The black-clothed drunkard laughed very proudly, and the look on his face became more and more moving: "Ha, you are still tender when you fight with me? In the past, I used to wrestle with Ruifenghou? He is not my opponent, you are still a little doll and dare to provoke me, you simply don't know whether you live or die!"

When Ling Feng heard this, he couldn't help but be shocked, and his heart trembled wildly and said secretly: "Could it be that this black-clothed drunkard is still an old antique of the same age as his grandfather?"

It's just that Ling Feng looked left and right, and found that this guy in front of him was not only sloppy in his hair and full of alcohol, but he was also a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, and even his bone age was only a little more than forty years old, and he really didn't have the slightest imagination with an old man who was more than two hundred years old.

Seeing Ling Feng looking left and right at him, the black-clothed drunkard instantly understood Ling Feng's doubts, and immediately said dissatisfied: "What are you looking at? Are you thinking about how I am so young, and I still claim to be brothers with Ruifeng Hou, and wonder if I am crazy......?"

Ling Feng didn't hide it, and immediately nodded sincerely, waiting for the other party to give him an answer.

Who knows, the old man in front of him, who claimed to be over 200 years old, suddenly had a very cunning side, and he actually pouted and changed the topic: "Let me tell you, you little doll, do you know the old man's name back then? The old man was already a martial artist at that time, where is it like you, at the age of sixteen, he is just a mere great martial artist triple cultivation, although he can further exert his combat power with the help of some spiritual skills, but after all, the cultivation progress is too slow!"

Hearing the black-clothed drunkard boast like this, Ling Feng's expression became more and more serious.

"Boy, let me tell you, the old man's name as the drunkard Jiang Tai back then, not to mention Yuanhuo City, Yuanhuo Empire, is the entire Five Elements Continent, and even on the battlefield of the Styx, Lao Tzu is also the number one famous figure!"

"Hmph, if you weren't looking at my famous name, would you be able to bow to me? If it weren't for my younger age, in terms of combat strength, maybe who would be the big brother?"

The black-clothed drunkard continued to brag, but the content of his boasting shook Ling Feng's mind for a while.

"Drunkard Mrs. Jiang, grandpa's sworn brother, what is this? Could it be that this drunkard is actually my godfather?" Ling Feng thought of this possibility, even though the black-clothed drunkard was a terrifying existence with a profound cultivation, he still couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.