The small courtyard on the west side of Wanheyuan is a small square courtyard with less than one acre of land laughing, and the front and courtyard are full of delicate flowers, but it is a quiet and livable place.

After Ling Feng forced Cui Lingyun's whereabouts from the mouth of the big yin man Wang Hao, he eagerly cast a ghost shadow step and went straight to the small courtyard, not daring to stop for a moment.

Bang! Ling Feng kicked open the wooden door of the small courtyard.

The violent force instantly shattered the wooden plank door, and smashed towards a small clearing in the middle of the courtyard, and landed on the black-robed man on a stone pier on the edge of the clearing.

The black-robed man exuded a strong smell of alcohol, just like a drunkard who had been soaked in wine all day, every inch of his skin, muscles, and even his breath exuded the hot momentum of spirits like a knife, and he was simply a complete drunkard.

The black-clothed drunkard Mu Ne rowed the sawdust that fell on his hair and body, and turned around angrily to look at Ling Feng, who suddenly broke into the small courtyard.

"Who are you, and why did you break into my yard?" The black-clothed drunkard's voice was hoarse like sandpaper, his eyes stared at Ling Feng fiercely, and his eyes, which had been clouded by drinking for many years, suddenly emitted a cold light like a dark night star at this moment.

Of course, this cold glare only appeared for a moment when it swept over Ling Feng's body, and then when he raised the wine jug in his hand and took a big sip of wine, the aura on his body suddenly became extremely turbid, as if he was really a complete drunkard.

Ling Feng was suddenly stared at by such a character, and his heart trembled violently involuntarily, determined to ask Ling Yun's whereabouts, and it was better not to provoke such an eccentric character.

"Senior, I want to ask you about someone to see if you have seen it?" Ling Feng carefully described Cui Lingyun's physical characteristics to the black-clothed drunkard in front of him, and then honestly waited for the other party's answer.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, the black-clothed drunkard just snorted coldly, and slowly walked back to his original position, sat down on the stone pier on the edge of the clearing, and then began to pour wine again.

Ling Feng was speechless, staring at the black-clothed drunkard in front of him for a long time, and he didn't figure out what kind of name this person was.

"What should I do now? Cui Yu may have entered the palace, if I don't take Lingyun with me now, once Cui Guifei intervenes, I'm afraid there will be no chance!" Thinking of the current situation, Ling Feng suddenly felt anxious in his heart, and he couldn't wait to immediately cross the black-clothed drunkard and go directly to the courtyard to check if Cui Lingyun was inside.

But this idea was suddenly completely dispelled when Ling Feng's gaze swept over the half-cut knife inserted into the stone slab inserted into half of the stone slab on the right side of the stone bench where the black-clothed drunkard was sitting.

"This drunkard is not simple, I still don't want to offend him!" Ling Feng thought, and immediately released his divine sense, bypassing the drunkard to find out if there was Cui Lingyun's whereabouts in the courtyard in this way.

However, just a moment after his divine sense was released, the black-clothed drunkard who had been immersed in a drunken state suddenly raised his forehead, his eyes were like two cold lightnings, and he glanced at Ling Feng fiercely.

"Presumptuous!" The black-clothed drunkard's originally hoarse voice became like a majestic blade at this moment, and when the voice roared, Ling Feng immediately felt a burst of suffocation in his chest.

Ahem, ahem!

Ling Feng couldn't help but cough lightly, and then he was shocked to find that he had coughed up bloody phlegm inexplicably.

"This?" Ling Feng's surprised voice couldn't help but tremble.

This is so terrifying, the other party just roared, and he didn't feel too uncomfortable, he just ...... Ling Feng thought about it, and he began to feel that something was wrong.

He suddenly realized that when Wang Hao told him that Cui Lingyun was here, he had been emphasizing the danger here, and at that time he thought that Wang Hao was fooling people and wasting his precious time. But now it seems that what Wang Hao said before didn't seem to be fooling himself, but that there was really an incomparably fierce character living here.

Just coughing, and directly making yourself feel like vomiting blood, what kind of terrible power should this be. The more he thought about it, the more Ling Feng felt less calm, and what frightened him even more was that if Wang Hao hadn't lied before, then Cui Lingyun was probably in this courtyard.

"Lingyun!" Speculating on Cui Lingyun's possible whereabouts again, Ling Feng's mood couldn't help but stir, even though he was stared at coldly by this mysterious and terrifying black-clothed drunkard, he still couldn't help shouting: "Lingyun, are you there? I'm Ling Feng, I'm here to pick you up!"

Under this shout, Ling Feng was originally just holding on to the hope of what happened, but he completely broke the silence of the small courtyard. In the wing room of the small courtyard, a sweet girl's voice with extreme surprise flew happily from the room to the small courtyard like a hollow valley lark.

"Brother Ling Feng, is it you? Lingyun misses you so much, Lingyun doesn't want to marry Wang Bo, Lingyun doesn't want to be guarded by this drunkard, Lingyun misses you......" The girl in a crimson dress rushed out like a gust of wind, and ran to the door with joy, and when her eyes touched the tall and thin young man's body, her heart trembled violently, and the lovesickness of several days turned into hot tears and flowed down together.

Cui Lingyun was emotionally agitated, just ran two steps out of the door, and then couldn't help but fall to the ground, that clumsy and powerless appearance was clearly forbidden to cultivate.

Seeing this scene, Ling Feng's heart couldn't help but tingle.

"Lingyun, don't worry, Brother Ling Feng is already here, I will protect you. You tell my brother, what's wrong with your cultivation, why is your body so weak?" Ling Feng's heart surged with countless excited emotions for a moment, and he was relatively calm, but at this moment, he felt that he was about to be unable to suppress the strong emotions in his heart.

At this moment, Ling Feng was even a little surprised by his feelings for Cui Lingyun. He felt that he had lived in the way of thinking of his grandfather in his previous life, and now that he has completed all his memories, he should no longer have such strong feelings for Cui Lingyun, which is in line with normal logic.

This strange thought only flashed lightly in Ling Feng's mind, and then quickly disappeared, and Ling Feng himself didn't care at all. At this moment, what he was more concerned about was what kind of state Cui Lingyun was in now, and was she okay?

Thinking like this, Ling Feng couldn't help but take a step forward, and the Afterimage Footstep was ready to be activated.

"Slow down, you are not allowed to come!" At the moment when Ling Feng was about to move forward, the black-clothed drunkard who was staring at Ling Feng coldly, and even slightly injured Ling Fengzhen's internal organs with an abrupt roar, suddenly spoke again.

Ling Feng's movements had already been made, and the launch of the afterimage step was only in a thought, and as soon as he thought about it, his body had already shot forward quickly, leaving a series of faint phantoms behind him, and his body had completely retracted his body and aura, and flew towards Cui Lingyun as if he was truly invisible.

"Presumptuous!" the black-clothed drunkard suddenly had an angry expression on his face, and with a low cry in his mouth, his right hand and arm like a bamboo pole suddenly summoned back, followed by the knife that had been halfway inserted into the stone ground, and was suddenly grabbed in his hand through the air.

It was a long, black knife as black as ink, and the black-clothed drunkard's wizened hand grasped it with a particularly abrupt look. Suddenly, the middle finger of his left hand suddenly flicked violently on the black knife surface, and the space of the entire small courtyard shook slightly.

Airplanes!

Ling Feng, who was in a state of stealth and rapid flight, was suddenly shocked by this vibration and directly showed his figure, and his figure was less than three feet to the left of the black-clothed drunkard at this moment.

"This ......" After Ling Feng found this distance, he saw the fierce eyes of the black-clothed drunkard looking at him, and he was immediately shocked.

"It's over, it's over!" Ling Feng shouted almost subconsciously in his heart.

It's not that he's too cowardly, it's that the aura on the black-clothed drunkard he suddenly encountered is too weird, and his several simple actions have forced Ling Feng to be very embarrassed. What made Ling Feng even more restless was that so far, he hadn't even sensed the cultivation and realm of the black-clothed drunkard.

And when this kind of judgment appears, the only judgment that Ling Feng can give is that this guy in front of him is at least an old pervert at the same level as the cheap dad.

Just when Ling Feng thought that he was about to be attacked by the black clothes and was unreasonable, the black-clothed drunkard stared at Ling Feng fiercely for a long time, and suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "You give me back!"

Ling Feng looked at Cui Lingyun not far away, seeing that the person he liked was suffering not far away, how could he bear to retreat!

"I ...... Senior, can you be accommodating?" Ling Feng suddenly changed his strategy, and forced a dry smile out of his stiff expression.

"Don't talk nonsense!" the black-clothed drunkard succinctly urged, and there was a bit of impatience in his hoarse voice.

But where is Ling Feng willing, he has made so many efforts, catching Wang Bo, auctioning Zhu Rong's photos, listening to the cheap father's arrangement and cooperating with Wang Hao, tossing so many things, just to bring Cui Lingyun back to him? Now that he is only one step away, how can he be willing?

"Senior!" Ling Feng pleaded again with apprehension in his heart, but with great firmness.

But what responded to Ling Feng was a rough and violent word: "Get out!"

Poof! After being yelled at by the black-clothed drunkard, Ling Feng's body was instantly shocked and fell out, even though he was ready, at a distance of less than three feet, he was still shocked and spit out two mouthfuls of blood in a row, and then he stopped his steps in embarrassment.

"Senior! I ...... Ahem...... I just want to take Lingyun away, and I don't want to offend my seniors!" Ling Feng straightened up with difficulty, and once again clasped his fists at the black-clothed drunkard, wanting to make a final fight.

In fact, Ling Feng knew that if he chose to do it, he was afraid that he would probably not have a chance of survival. But if you fight for it through words, there may be a glimmer of opportunity.

But in any case, Ling Feng knew in his heart that it was impossible for him to leave Cui Lingyun alone, although he didn't want to fight for anyone, but sometimes, his life still had to be fought for, because after all, there are some things that are more precious than life, such as freedom.

The black-clothed drunkard stared at Ling Feng with a blank expression, his originally cold eyes slowly turned cloudy for a while, perhaps because of his alcohol addiction, he couldn't help but take a big sip of wine, and suddenly laughed wildly.

Hahaha......

The laughter of the black-clothed drunkard was full of endless sadness and arrogance, but because there was some inexplicable power in the laughter, it made people's scalps tingle for a while, and after a while, they could not help but feel dizzy, and it made people sick for a while.

Ling Feng originally thought that he was about to be stunned, but suddenly felt that the dark blue root-killing little wolf in the dantian who had been dormant suddenly took the initiative to spit out a stream of dark blue spiritual power to protect his ears, heart, and soul, and the terrifying laughter of the black-clothed drunkard could no longer affect Ling Feng.

"This ...... Is this the spiritual power of the Xuan Ling Jue?" Ling Feng sensed all this, and couldn't help but be extremely puzzled in his heart.