Outside the alley, Ye Feng quietly injected a trace of surging vitality into the Atomized Cangsheng Sword.

The moment the vitality entered the sword body, a mist bloomed on the surface of the sword, enveloping his body.

Ye Feng's figure faded at the same time as the water mist, and finally rose into the air silently like steam.

High in the sky, deep in the alleys. The Frost Sword Sect Zhao Wuyi walked quickly into the distance with a body as vigorous as a tanuki.

Zhao Wuyi walked extremely fast, but Ye Feng traveled faster, and in the blink of an eye, Ye Feng had already come to the end of the alley, the only way that Zhao Wuyi had to pass.

At the end of the alley is a particularly dilapidated house.

The vermilion paint on the door of the house has peeled off inch by inch, and the knocker on the right half of the door has been broken, leaving only a black hole the size of a bowl, which is hollow in the center of the door panel.

After Zhao Wuyi came to the end of the alley, he looked around to make sure that no one was following, and his figure flashed, and he quickly entered the dilapidated house.

Less than a moment after Zhao Wuyi entered the house, the voices of several people talking came from the courtyard.

Audibly, there were at least three people in the house. When the three of them saw Zhao Wuyi, they let out bursts of treacherous laughter at the same time, and stroked their palms excitedly.

"Liu Gongzi, it seems that Sun Buregret that fool has already said. Are we going to leave the city now, or are we waiting here for the Hidden King to come back?" said a roe-headed sword cultivator in the courtyard.

This sword correction was a lewd man who had previously shouted with the strong man, saying that the strong man was a liar.

Ye Feng, whose figure turned into mist and was hovering on the wall, saw Zhao Wuyi standing with the lewd man, and understood everything in an instant.

Scam, the sale of the Spirit Source Natal Sword on the street just now has been a scam from beginning to end. Seeing the four people who called them brothers and sisters together, Ye Feng already understood that the strong man, Zhao Wuyi, and the three sword cultivators who had caused trouble for no reason were actually in a group, and they did this in order to trap Sun Buregret.

Lewd Sword Cultivator called Zhao Wuyi Liu Gongzi, which was enough to prove that this Zhao Wuyi was also fake. He was by no means Zhao Wuyi of the Frost Sword Sect, but someone else pretending.

Whether selling the sword is a scam or not, Ye Feng doesn't care, what he cares about most is the Hidden King that the lewd man said.

A wisp of divine consciousness quietly penetrated into the space ring, staring at the Hidden King Ling for a long time, Ye Feng frowned.

The Hidden King is a generation of Soul Casting Grandmasters, a celestial figure. And the words of the lewd man clearly meant that the Hidden King was the strong man who sold the sword.

"Could it be that strong man is the Hidden King, the super soul caster who has made the world's sword cultivators have to sell three points of thin noodles?" Ye Feng did not rush into action, but was still entrenched on the wall, looking at Zhao Wuyi and the four of them coldly.

He was surprised to find that Zhao Wuyi wiped his facial features with a light wipe on his face. He was no longer the handsome and dashing and dashing Frost Sword Sect genius he had before, but had become a middle-aged scribe with a weak temperament and fair skin.

Zhao Wuyi changed his appearance, and the other three sword cultivators were also changing their appearances.

The bones of the three sword cultivators crackled, and they all changed from short to strong. Not only that, the three sword cultivators also wiped their faces a few times, their palms fell, and the obscene sword cultivator turned into a tall black man with a dark face, while the other two sword cultivators all became similar to him.

After the three swords changed their appearances, "Zhao Wuyi" let out bursts of laughter.

He quietly glanced around, lowered his voice and said, "Third Brother Qinghu, let's not stay in Tingfeng City. That Sun Buregret is a hard character, if he finds out that the Spirit Source Natal Sword is a fake, he will definitely search the whole city, and it will be difficult for us to leave at that time. ”

The words of "Zhao Wuyi" were approved by the three sword cultivators.

Jian Xiu, who had already turned into a black man, said in a low voice: "Young Master Liu, then let's go outside the city now?"

"Hmm!" Zhao Wuyi nodded: "Let's go outside the city and wait for the Hidden King." When he returned, we divided the silver taels, and immediately went away. ”

The four of them changed their clothes and walked outside.

Seeing that the four of them left the house, as if they were a different person, Ye Feng couldn't help but be surprised.

He could see that the four of them were using extremely clever disguise techniques, but this kind of disguise technique that changed height and completely changed their faces, Ye Feng had seen it for the first time.

Zhao Wuyi and the four of them swaggered away on the street.

Along the way, they even met several people who had been standing beside them before, but their identities were also unrecognized.

After the four of them left the city, they walked quickly towards a mound outside the city.

After ascending to an abandoned farmhouse at the top of the mound, the four of them sat down on a dilapidated table and chair in the farmhouse.

"Gongzi Liu, do you say that Sun Buregret will find out that the sword is strange and leave the Hidden King behind?" asked the man who had previously disguised himself as a lewd sword cultivator.

The young scribe Liu Gongzi shook his head and said, "No." The pseudo-rank weapon made by the Hidden King is unique in the world, and there are no more than ten hours, and the aura on the pseudo-rank sword will not dissipate at all, even if Sun Buregret finding out that the sword is fake after more than ten hours, where will he go to find us. ”

"Ji Ji ......" was called the three sword cultivators of the three Qinghu brothers by Liu Gongzi, and let out bursts of treacherous laughter.

The three of them were no longer in a hurry, sitting leisurely on their chairs, chatting with each other.

Below the hill, a figure rushed at lightning speed. The people who came ran extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they crossed a distance of a kilometer and stepped on the mound.

In front of the door of the abandoned house on the mound, Ye Feng, who had turned into mist, saw the person coming, and a cold light burst out in his eyes.

The man who had arrived from the city was a great man selling swords, and he was now carrying a large sack of cloth with a bulging waist, also full of gold and silver.

"Is he the Hidden King?" Ye Feng stared at the big man who was running very quickly, with beads of sweat on his forehead, and a suspicious look flashed in his eyes.

The Hidden King is not only a spirit caster, but also a master of the Sword Sect, but the big man in front of him, who is a cultivator, only has a first-level Sword Emperor realm, which is obviously inconsistent with the legend.

Before and after the strong man came to the door, Ye Feng still didn't move, just looked at the big man coldly.

When the big man pushed the door and entered the dilapidated house, Ye Feng jumped forward, fluttered on the wall, and once again focused his attention on the five people in the courtyard.

"Hidden King, Hidden King is back!" After the strong man entered, the three Qinghu brothers stepped forward together.

Seeing that the Hidden King was carrying a huge bag behind his back, the eyes of the three Qinghu brothers flashed with greed at the same time.

"Hidden King Weifeng, have you got the money back?" Liu Gongzi stood up and said with a smile.

Facing the three brothers Liu Gongzi and Qinghu who had changed their faces, the strong man nodded.

He casually dropped the pocket he was carrying on the table, and pulled out a blue ring from his bosom.

"Brothers, one hundred and eleven hundred thousand taels of silver have arrived, and now this ring, this pocket, and the purse around my waist are all white and shining silver. As he spoke, the strong man opened the storage space of the space ring.

In an instant, a piece of silver light like a streamer waterfall poured out along the space ring, and in the blink of an eye, a silver mountain like a small mountain gathered on the ground.

"The Hidden King is mighty, the Hidden King is mighty. The three Qinghu brothers saw the mountains of silver piled up on the ground, and their eyes flashed with gold stars.

Before the action, the three Qinghu brothers and the Hidden King, Liu Gongzi had already discussed, and this harvest was according to three points. This means that of the 110 million taels of silver, one-third belongs to the three Qinghu brothers.

"Silver, this is a wonderful thing. With this money, our three Qinghu brothers are enough to live a free life. The three Qinghu brothers pounced on the silver taels, using their hands and feet together, constantly hugging the silver.

The performance of the three Qinghu brothers fell in the eyes of King Yin and Liu Gongzi, which made the two laugh contemptuously.

They are also habitual fraudsters, and the knowledge of King Yin and Liu Gongzi is far stronger than that of the three Qinghu brothers, although they are facing a mountain of silver at the moment, the two of them have not lost their temper at all.

"Alright, alright, let's divide the silver taels now, and then go our separate ways. Remember, from now on, none of you know me, and neither do I. The Hidden King scolded in a deep voice.

He pulled out a slender bamboo pole from the spatial ring and inserted it into the silver mountain.

With a shake of the bamboo pole, a piece of vitality exploded from the surface of the bamboo pole, and the silver hill that was originally piled up together was directly divided into three even parts under the vibration of the vitality.

King Yin's kung fu once again attracted the admiration of the three Qinghu brothers.

The three brothers stopped talking, and all took out the space ring that was stored close to their bodies from their arms, and quickly put the silver into the ring.

When the three Qinghu brothers were collecting silver taels, Liu Gongzi was also collecting silver taels.

Soon, Liu Gongzi and the three brothers Qinghu put away their share of silver, and then bowed respectfully to King Yin.

"King Yin, since it's okay, the four of us will take our leave. From now on, we will no longer know the Hidden King, and the Hidden King will no longer know us. The three Qinghu brothers and Liu Gongzi said.

Having said this, the four of them jumped up and quickly left the courtyard.

After the three Qinghu brothers and Liu Gongzi left, King Yin began to collect his share of silver.

Putting the silver away, he did not leave the place in a hurry, but sat down in his chair.

The Hidden King, who sat down, seemed to be pondering something, and sat dullly for a long time, he sighed, stood up, and turned to walk outside the house.

At the door of the dilapidated house, Ye Feng's figure quietly appeared.

Looking at the back of the Hidden King, his eyes burst out with Dao essence.

"Hidden King, hehe, it's time to reveal your true identity. Ye Feng said softly.

His voice fell, and his body jumped forward, like a falling meteor, with a violent and domineering aura, blocking in front of the Hidden King.

"Who are you, what is your relationship with the Hidden King, and why are you pretending to be the Hidden King?" Ye Feng's voice was cold, and his tone was full of unquestionable meaning.

When the words fell, he exuded overwhelming coercion, firmly locking the body of the Hidden King.