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As soon as Gao Tianyi shouted, he realized that he was wrong, Xu Feng was no longer the manager of Bufeng. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info But in Gao Tianyi's heart, Xu Feng is still the person he respects the most in his life. In the difficult moment of desperation, Xu Feng not only pointed him out a way, but also encouraged him to go on.

Gao Tianyi in front of him is no longer a stuffy peasant child, his body is getting stronger and stronger, he only wears a thin single coat in the cold spring rain, and his well-defined face reveals a resolute and resolute temperament.

"The Seventh Master told you to kill someone!" Gao Tianyi said calmly.

Xu Feng looked at Gao Tianyi and was silent for a moment, then turned around and returned to Sendai City.

In the southern suburbs of Sendai, at the end of the bustling southern city, in a very ordinary inn, on an ordinary square wooden table, Xu Feng, Jing Qi, Gao Tianyi and A Cai sat together.

Jing Qi sat opposite Xu Feng, he hadn't seen each other for half a year, the cold aura on Jing Qi's body had decreased, and two small beards had grown on his mouth. And the sharp breath is precisely because these two slightly vicissitudes of the mustache set off a little lighter. However, if you experience it carefully, the cold and sharp temperament has not weakened by half a point, but it has been transformed more casually, perfectly blending with people, knives, flowing black hair and two beards. There is no need to deliberately, as long as it is needed, Jing Qi itself is a cold blade.

Jing Qi, who climbed all the way up from the bottom of the rivers and lakes, has suffered too much and encountered too many cold eyes. Having experienced the warmth and coldness of the world, he has no illusions about heaven and earth, and he has long been accustomed to looking at the world coldly. But the cold young man always has a warm heart, which is one of the reasons why countless brothers have followed him for more than ten years, and it is this heart that has not cooled down that makes him quite dislike the title of "Leng Qilang" given to him by the rivers and lakes.

Is it cold, isn't it cold! Jing Qi smiled at Xu Feng with a warm and somewhat overly charming smile, and the smile pulled two whiskers, adding a unique taste of a man.

Xu Feng arched his hand towards Jing Qiyi, picked up the chopsticks and began to eat as soon as he knocked on the table, only to find that there were only two dishes on the ordinary wooden table - spicy chicken, roasted herring, and a pot of koji wine.

These two dishes, as well as koji wine, are the dishes that Xu Feng gave to Jing Qi when the two first met. At that time, Jing Qi held on to the remaining half of his breath and walked into the small shop, the situation was very critical.

Xu Feng put down his chopsticks and said, "Is it serious?"

Jing Qi said: "With you, it's not serious." ”

Xu Feng shook his head self-deprecatingly, picked up a piece of spicy chicken and put it in his mouth, and instantly a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, he didn't expect this dish to be so spicy.

Xu Feng picked up the wine glass and said, "In the red dust, let's kill it." As soon as he drank it, the rough koji wine burned down his throat like a line of fire to his stomach, and a dry cloud of pride suddenly spread out from Xu Feng's body.

Xu Fengjing Qi is a person who Gao Tianyi respects very much, so although he set up the dishes and chopsticks, he didn't take a bite, but just held the pot and poured wine. Ah Cai ate most of the fish without any scruples. Ordering Gao Tianyi and Ah Cai to wait at the inn, Xu Feng and Jing Qi stepped into the drizzly night side by side.

Xu Feng didn't ask more, and Jing Qi wouldn't say more.

In the cold spring rain accompanied by the night until the bustling south city, the street on both sides of the high-rise wine shop is lined up, in the dark night like ghosts of different shapes, dense rain obliquely weaved, everywhere is wet, the night of the spring rain seems more silent.

The most prosperous streets and alleys in the south of the city entered the dark night, as if they had been transformed into another dark world. Everything is very different from the bustling and bright daytime, the doors and windows of the restaurants are closed, and there is a tacit understanding that there is not even a light on for the vigil.

The two stopped in front of a tall torii. It only took a moment to hear dense and compact footsteps on both sides of the dark street.

The leaders of the six sects surrounded him with their strongest men. There were black crowds on both sides, no one spoke in the silent night, the spring rain was falling more and more urgently, and the full killing intent was soaked in the slightly cold night rain.

Xu Feng looked at the gangs gathered on both sides, and laughed at himself on his face. Xindao: It turns out that this is the so-called murder! Ah Qi, you are playing a little big this time, this is black, there are three or four hundred, are you done killing!

When the crowd surrounded Xu Feng and the two, there was no gap, and a bald strong man said: Boss, there are only two of them!

The one he called the boss was none other than the Hall Master of the Blood Sakura Hall, one of the underground forces in Nancheng, who was around fifty years old, his grim face was full of wrinkles, and he was holding a crescent moon double shovel in his hand.

"After all, you're young, Jing Qi, you think that just the two of you can reach Brother 400 in Nancheng. It's really self-defeating. ”

Jing Qi turned around and glanced at the Blood Sakura Hall Master, but just turned around, and the Cold Frosty Killing Intent forced the Blood Sakura Hall Master to take a step back involuntarily.

Everyone knows that Jing Qi kills people cleanly, tonight is a battle, and he has to pay a lot of price, and the gangs have no revenge for relatives, and no one is willing to take their lives directly.

A middle-aged man who looked like a scribe said coldly: "Jing Qi! Brothers, you are a good man in the rivers and lakes, and I will leave you a whole corpse today, as long as you kill yourself in the street, I promise to spare your relatives." Like this brother with you. ”

He was talking about Xu Feng, Jing Qi turned his head to look at Xu Feng, only to see that Xu Feng's hand had fallen on the hilt of the sword, his shoulders were slightly sunken, and he maintained the most convenient posture for taking out the sword. The hand and the hilt of the sword fit together naturally, giving the impression that the sword did not come out of the hand, but rather grew out of the hand. There was no panic in Xu Feng's body, and there was a faint hint of indescribable confidence. Jing Qi didn't know that Xu Feng at this time was no longer the Xu Feng of the past, he had already seen the threshold of the Apocalypse, and his combat experience was also richer.

After listening to the middle-aged scribe's words, some of the gang members behind him nodded. There were also some people with swords in their hands, and the fierceness on their faces became more and more fierce, and when the boss gave an order, the evil tiger rushed forward and chopped the two into pulp.

Jing Qi suddenly showed an overly bright smile at Xu Feng again.

Without warning, the swords rang out in unison, Jing Qi and Xu Feng each picked a straight line, and they killed like a dragon.

The spring rain mixed with the blood rain, stirring in the cool night, the white light of the sword flashed from time to time in the darkness, and every step, every action, there were people who fell in the screams.

In front of the teahouse across the three streets and alleys of Nancheng, there were two people standing quietly, and when Xu Feng and Jing Qi walked to the archway, they were already standing there, motionless.

The spring rain was dense, and the strange thing was that both of them were dry, and not a trace of rain could fall on them.

The silence was also a temptation, and after a long enough silence, there was already a faint sound of slashing under the archway three streets away, and Bai Hu couldn't bear it anymore, and asked coldly: "Can you report your name?" ”

Bai Hu's energetic words, coupled with a characteristic flat tone like an stretched paper, pressed a passage in the dense spring rain, smashed at the person standing opposite, the white paper was still half a foot away from the person in front of the person, I didn't see how the person moved, just looked up at the dark night sky, Bai Hu's words were really like paper wet by the rain, falling to the ground weakly, and the passage at night in the rain also disappeared in a flash.

Standing proudly dozens of feet apart was a middle-aged scribe, dressed in a brocade robe, with a long sword hanging loosely and boastfully around his waist, with a chic posture and a flat face. He didn't reply to Baihu's words, and he wasn't ready to reply to Baihu's words.

If you don't reply to others, either because you don't understand it, or you just don't bother to answer. Middle-aged scribes clearly belonged to the latter.