On the side of the street, Yan Feng, who had been watching the situation in the street, frowned at the moment Qin Xiaobao appeared, he wanted to make a move just now, but suddenly felt a strange and domineering aura appear. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Little treasure... How could he be here. ”

Qin Xiaobao's appearance, Yan Feng's eyes were a little surprised, but they were full of surprise, Qin Xiaobao's appearance here, it means that the disappearance in the past six months is fine.

"Master Yan, don't you know that Brother Xiaobao has come to the ghost market?"

Seeing Qin Xiaobao appear, the fat monk on the side shook his fat and said.

"You know?"

Yan Feng was slightly stunned.

"That's right, it's not just me, but also the Sinan donor, and the Weiwei female donor, they all know, what's the matter, could it be that they didn't tell you?" said the fat monk with a little surprise.

Yan Feng frowned, as if he remembered that before he went to find the fat monk, Si Nanlie did stretch out his hand to him, as if he wanted to say something to himself, but he was too anxious at that time, and he didn't have the heart to listen to what Si Nanlie had to say.

But it doesn't matter, as long as Qin Xiaobao is fine, that's good, Yan Feng at this time is more interested in Qin Xiaobao's strength at this moment.

The knife just now was fast and ruthless, but it didn't lose its strength, and there was a faint sense of domineering...!

What puzzled Yan Feng the most was that he couldn't see what kind of realm Qin Xiaobao was, you know, the purple-clothed masked man was spiritual.

To be able to kill it in seconds with such a knife, to say the least, it must be the cultivation of the Nine Palace Realm.

And in the Nine Palace Realm, it is impossible to hide from the Eye of Haotian of Yan Feng.

On the street, he slashed the purple-clothed masked man who was in the lead, Qin Xiaobao walked towards the remaining ten or so purple-clothed masked people, and behind him, a simple-looking young man appeared, squatted down and carried the little boy lying on the ground.

The more than ten purple-clothed masked people couldn't stop stepping back at this moment, pulling out the knife at their waists, and their faces were full of horror.

"Young master, don't let them go!"

Qin Peng, who was behind him, put the little boy on his back and shouted loudly, after all, the two of them also sneaked in, and they also wanted to save people secretly, the Yin Yang Ghost City is so big, there must be many powerful characters, and it is definitely not possible to break through.

These people, if they go back to report now, it will be equivalent to exposing the two of them in front of the Yin Yang Ghost City, so that there is no point in sneaking in by themselves.

When the time came, the person was not saved, and he couldn't say that he could get into it.

"Yes!"

Qin Xiaobao looked at these more than ten purple-clothed masked people, and he didn't know how many mortals in this ghost city were persecuted to death by them!

As soon as he thought of this, Qin Xiaobao became angry.

"For these people... I don't show mercy, and I shouldn't. Qin Xiaobao said this as if he was saying it to himself, and the ghost slashing knife in his hand was carried on his shoulder, his broken hair flew in the strong wind, and his figure rushed into the more than ten purple-clothed masked people in an instant.

The whole street, all the mortals were stunned at the moment, only to see a young man, who treated these masked purple-clothed people who were originally high above them as pieces of paper, and was cut into several pieces by the black big knife in the young man's hand.

Screams, screams of despair... These sounds that they used to love to listen to were now coming out of their throats.

The blood permeated the ghost slashing knife, but it slowly disappeared and was absorbed by the ghost slashing knife, this knife... Sucking human blood.

The little boy on Qin Peng's back was already stunned at this time, looking at this back, this back carrying a big knife, there was infinite shock and longing in his eyes!

"Xiaopeng, let's go!"

After killing someone, Qin Xiaobao raised his eyebrows, and there was a faint sound of footsteps approaching this side, and if he continued to delay the fight, things would get bigger and bigger.

turned around and hurriedly ran to the back street, Qin Peng hurriedly followed behind with the little boy on his back.

It was also a coincidence that when Qin Xiaobao ran back, he just brushed past Yan Feng's side, and the wind brought by the running lifted Yan Feng's hat, but he didn't recognize Yan Feng, the two of them, and then disappeared on this street with a smoke.

"Master Yan, don't you catch up?" The fat monk looked at the backs of Qin Xiaobao and the two of them disappearing.

"No, just look at it, you don't need to converge for the time being. ”

Yan Feng opened his mouth lightly, but looked at the street, and at this moment, more than a dozen purple-clothed masked people rushed over, although the cultivation was not high, but... You can't leave a mark on what you do.

Yan Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head, Qin Xiaobao, this kid, although his ability is much better, he still does things with that temperament, and he is very arrogant.

Seeing the dozens of people at the entrance of the street, Yan Feng's eyes turned golden in an instant, and more than a dozen golden streamers quietly flowed out from under the hat.

In an instant, it fell into the brains of these dozens of people, and these people were all killed in one breath!

Immediately after Yan Feng waved his hand, the fire of Shura rushed down into the sky, and the corpses of those purple-clothed masked people were all burned to ashes in the fire of Shura, and at the same time, there was an invisible qi, floating in this street, when this qi dissipated, all the mortals on both sides of the street, their faces were dazed.

At first, they were stunned, and everyone wondered why they suddenly walked out of the house and came to the street, and then they saw the food at the corner of the street, and found that there were no guards, so they rushed up one after another.

Yan Feng erased the previous memories of these mortals, otherwise these people would leak the news sooner or later.

As for the corpse of the little boy's grandfather, Yan Feng opened his hand slightly, in his hand, there was a handful of ashes, and with the other hand, a small bottle appeared, and the ashes turned into a trickle and slowly entered the bottle.

With a sigh, Yan Feng took the fat monk and the two left the street.

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The nine peaks of Maoshan Mountain, the night is thick, the land of the mountain gate, wearing a pink and white dress, Ning Wei walked out of Maoshan alone, carrying a small shoulder bag on her shoulder, which contained a few changes of clothes.

Finally, she glanced at the Maoshan Mountain Gate, Ning Wei had a slightly strange look on her face, thinking why there were no night vigil disciples at the mountain gate tonight, but she couldn't care so much at the moment, Ning Wei had a sure look in her eyes, and turned around and went down the mountain!

Just as she left the Maoshan Mountain Gate with her front foot, there was a man who appeared at the mountain gate with her back foot, this person was Gu Xiao, behind him, and on the route where Ning Wei left Maoshan Mountain, there was a place where two Maoshan disciples fainted to the ground.

These two disciples were the disciples sent by Sinan Lie to see Ning Wei, but they didn't expect to be secretly put down by Gu Xiao.

And those few night vigil disciples who were at the mountain gate tonight were also dealt with by Gu Xiao early.

"That's all I can help you. ”

Looking at the back of the woman in the distance, Gu Xiao's eyes were disappointed, he liked Ning Wei, from the moment he saw Ning Wei, he always liked... But he knew that this girl, who was perfect in his eyes, liked a man who was three years younger than her, or rather, a boy.

Gu Xiao had a smile on his face, and this smile didn't know if it was a bitter smile or a mockery of himself.