Chapter Ninety-Nine: I, Wu Zifeng, are back

In the inky night sky, Scar's 'Qianjun Slash' slashed towards Zifeng fiercely from top to bottom, with a fierce gaze, desperate for everything...... And Zifeng swayed nine times, and the vitality was retrograde, from the bottom to the top, as soon as the 'absolute sky' came out, the entire sky was covered by the ink knife, and the two powerful knives silently collided together......

The whole space was shaken, and then a ripple spread out from the middle of the two, spreading around, the ripple became bigger and bigger, the power became more and more amazing...... 'boom', turned into a wild wave, roaring and devouring everything around, the surrounding trees were cut off by Qi Root, and slowly collapsed to the ground......

The originally sunken ground was hit hard again, and a deep crater formed in a breath, and what about the above, Scar's eyes were fierce, his face was hideous, shouting, "Take your life to ......", "Qianjun Slash" fiercely, and fiercely pressed down towards Zifeng......

Feeling the power of oppression, Zifeng's gaze is still unwavering, the effect of the three howls to break the cangjue has only been used halfway, this time, all the vitality has been invoked, the 'absolute space' style, it has become more aggressive, the entire line of sight is shrouded by the ink knife, and Zifeng has just been sluggish, directly breaking through the thousands of shackles of 'Qianjun Chop', and swaying up for nine days......

Only one dodged, Scar's face was stunned, and he fell to the ground in disbelief, and Zifeng, a relief, looked at the scattered clouds, looked at the bright moonlight, and slowly fell down, at this moment, it was very quiet, but Zifeng's mood could not be calm for a long time, after all, this was Zifeng's first killing, although the person who killed was a great evildoer, but Scar's eyes before he died, and his miserable appearance, made Zifeng's stomach seem to have something tumbling, and he felt like he was going to come out......

Zifeng endured it, thinking about the wisp of obsession in his heart, touching the bracelet on his wrist, at this moment, it seemed that everything was not important......

Turned around, looked at the scar paralyzed on the ground, his eyes were calm, but he was embarrassed in his heart, it was not practical to use Zifeng's hands, the scar was already running out, and forcibly using the secret method to improve the realm would consume three years of life, so what about the second time, listening to the tone of the scar, it was to burn the jade......

From the fact that there is not much blood and qi in Scar's body, you can see how determined Scar is, if it weren't for Zifeng's profit in the boundless forest this month, then he might be the one who fell here at this time. However, whether it was Qingyunzhai or not, Zifeng also had some doubts in his heart, indeed, if the people of Qingyunzhai wanted to kill Zifeng, why should they borrow the hands of others......

However, Zifeng also knows that Scar will not see the real employer, every time he accepts a task in the underground mercenary union, the employer only pays a commission, and there will be people in the union to arrange related matters, as for how Scar got the clues of Qingyunzhai, Zifeng doesn't know, but the three words of Qingyunzhai really make the calm mind just now roll again......

Picking up the Xuanming Ring on Scar's index finger, Zifeng looked at it, and couldn't help but be a little surprised, Rao is Zifeng had experienced a line of mysterious space, and his eyes were round. I saw that half of the space of the 50-square-meter Xuanming Ring was full of Xuanshi stones, and in other places, what exercise scrolls and medicine bottles were scattered all over the ground...... Zifeng couldn't help but glance at Scar again, obviously he had no worries about food and clothing, so why bother?

In the moonlight, Zifeng took off his tattered black robe and walked back slowly towards the martial arts, since he already knew the clues, then the identity of Wufeng was left to time to commemorate, not to mention, even the martial arts had the strength to fight, why did Zifeng have to hide......

The morning of winter is very quiet and cold, but it can't resist a fiery heart, on a wide road, a young man with clear eyebrows, carrying a huge ink knife, slowly walked towards the martial arts, some shops on both sides that opened early, saw this young man all looked like a ghost, but the young man's real appearance made them come back to their senses......

It was destined to be an unquiet morning, like a drop of water on the calm water, and a layer of ripples slowly rippled......

"Wu Zifeng is back, everyone come and see......" The guy in a shop shouted loudly, although he left Yueyu, but Zifeng's influence was still there.

"What are you arguing about, I don't want to do it! If you quarrel again, you won't take this month's salary......" The shopkeeper's sleepy eyes walked out of the counter, and looked at the guy with an angry face, he was just dreaming of a big stone like a mountain, but before he could get closer, he was woken up by the guy, you said it's annoying.

"Shopkeeper, look, who is that?" the guy ignored and pointed to the young man in front of him with an excited expression.

"Wu, Wu Zifeng, isn't he dead? The shopkeeper lost his sleepiness at this time, and looked at the young man in front of him with a shocked face.

"That's right, it's Wu Zifeng, he's not dead......"

"Hurry up, close the door of the store, prepare a gift, go to the samurai, ...... quickly"

Conversations like this went on and on, and the whole street became noisy and intensified, spreading out like a beacon of fire......

Then you will see such a scene, a young man walking unhurriedly in front, followed by a tidal crowd, everyone holding gifts, walking towards the samurai......

This time, Zifeng didn't have a nervous or awkward mood, unlike the last time, when he went to the town lord's mansion, when all the pedestrians made way for Zifeng to finish speaking, Zifeng's entire back was soaked with sweat. Perhaps, after you have experienced something, some youth will slowly leave you over time, even if you can't bear it anymore and don't want to forget it......

Xin'er couldn't sleep this night, every time she thought about her brother's affairs, her delicate little face was always full of cute tears......

This morning, in the hustle and bustle outside, Xin'er simply cut her hair and walked towards the outside of the room, only to find that most of the people in the martial arts family had already gotten up, at this time the Dongfang Tianmu was still in chaos, and there was still a period of time before dawn.

"Zi Yan, what's going on?, why is it so noisy outside......" Xin'er asked Zi Yan as she helped her sort out her clothes.

"How do I know, in the morning, it is not easy to dream of Brother Zifeng, and I was woken up......" Saying this, Zi Yan flattened her delicate lips very aggrieved.

Seeing that Zi Yan was also tired, Xin'er could only smile bitterly, these two little girls have been suffering for a while......

Just as the two of them were melancholy, suddenly a voice infused with vitality was far away, rolling in, like a thunderbolt, and it exploded over the entire martial arts...... "Martial arts, my martial arts are back"