The night quietly came to an end.

The boundless darkness is like the maw of a wild beast, engulfing everything in a frenzy.

Deep in the forest, there were bursts of crickets chirping in the grass, and the sound was sometimes rapid and slow, as if it was also integrated with the dark night.

On the grass stained with night dew, a man of short stature, extremely obscene face, and carrying a cross sword on his back was taking advantage of the night to move forward quickly.

Suddenly, he stopped as he walked forward, his eyes fixed on a trunk that had been stripped of its bark.

On the surface of the trunk, a cross foil pattern is engraved. Unlike other cross-sword patterns, the blade of the sword is engraved with two wave-like patterns.

Seeing the pattern, the man's face couldn't help but show a hint of joy.

Without hesitation, he plunged into the dense forest not far away, and his mouth made a sound like a cuckoo chirping.

"Cuckoo, cuckoo!" the man's voice imitated vividly.

As soon as his cry sounded, a voice of response was heard in the woodland not far away.

The sound of "coo-coo-coo" sounded like the gasping of some kind ......of bird.

Hearing that the code was the same as the agreement, the man no longer hesitated and walked quickly into the grass.

"Senior Brother He, did you find the two fat sheep?" the man asked as he walked.

Just as he walked into the source of the birds' wheezing, two sword lights burst out from the steep, oblique grass in the thorns.

The snow-bright sword light, like a fleeting lightning, suddenly disappeared as soon as it appeared.

Seeing the flash of sword light in front of him, the man couldn't help but be stunned.

He was about to ask, when he felt a chill in his vest, and then he saw a shiny tip piercing his chest.

"Senior Brother He, ...... you" The man clutched his chest and turned his head in horror.

Finding that the person standing behind him was not the familiar Senior Brother He, his mind couldn't help but go blank, and his face was full of shock.

The man's body slowly fell forward, and the moment he fell to the ground, Ye Feng, who was standing behind him, pulled out the desert lone smoke sword inserted into the man's chest.

Looking at the man's corpse, the corners of Ye Feng's mouth turned up, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He quickly bent over the man's body, finding a hidden blanket around the man's waist.

Just like the disciple surnamed He who was the first to die, the man also had more than a dozen demonic beast crystal nuclei hidden around his waist.

In addition to these crystal nuclei, among the items on the man's body, there was one more money bag than the disciple surnamed He.

Ye Feng opened the money bag, took a rough count, and found that there were nearly fifty taels of gold leaves in the money bag.

Obviously, these golden leaves should be the private work of this Ghost Skull Sword Sect disciple, thinking that there were items worth hundreds of taels of gold on just two Ghost Skull Sword Sect disciples, Ye Feng's mood became more and more fanatical.

Searching the valuable objects on the man's body, Ye Feng took He Huan and walked quickly towards the depths of the dense forest.

Seeing Ye Feng leave the man's body behind, He Huan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

He asked in a low voice, "The corpse, just leave it here?"

Ye Feng nodded, smiled and said, "Yes." Do you think that the destruction of corpses and the destruction of traces will bring great panic to the enemy, or leave a corpse and let the disciples of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect see the tragic deaths of their fellow disciples one by one, which will bring greater deterrence. ”

Ye Feng's explanation made He Huan stunned. He didn't expect that Ye Feng's seemingly negligent and omission was actually a last resort, calculating every detail in his heart.

Ye Feng and the others walked in the forest for nearly half an hour.

During this time, the two of them left several Ghost Skull Sword Sect contact marks in the jungle.

Tag the content, and all the expressions are the news of the discovery of the fat sheep. After doing a good job of spreading the news, Ye Feng took He Huan to the front of a half-withered tree, stretched out his hand and knocked on the trunk, and after making sure that the tree was hollow, he jumped to the top of the trunk and carefully excavated the hollow part of the tree with his sword.

After the half-pillar incense time, Ye Feng dug the trees into the hollow. After motioning for He Huan to hide in the tree hole, he turned around and walked towards the grass on the far side.

Hiding in the tree hole, through the hole reserved by Ye Feng, He Huan clearly saw Ye Feng tossing in the grass for a while, and his whole body was completely submerged in the grass.

Finding that Ye Feng was hiding with his own eyes, he couldn't believe that he was hiding inside, He Huan had a feeling in his heart, at this moment, Ye Feng in the forest was like a fish returning to the sea, a spirit ape hiding in the forest, everything was so random and natural.

The second hour after Ye Feng and He Huan lurked, there was a rush of footsteps in the jungle in the distance.

Listening to the voice, I could tell that there were at least five people, and the other party's footsteps were very light, and it seemed that they were on guard.

Seeing Ye Feng make a gesture for someone to arrive, He Huan comprehended.

He gripped his sword tightly, holding his breath, ready to kill his enemies at any moment.

Gradually, the footsteps got closer and closer to the hiding place of Ye Feng and the others.

As the footsteps approached, Ye Feng clearly judged the other party's level from the voice.

The strength of the five people who came was probably between the eighth-level swordsman and the ninth-level swordsman. If it weren't for that, their breathing would never have been light and restrained.

It's getting closer, and it's getting closer.

Seeing that the person who came was less than thirty meters away from his hiding place, Ye Feng suddenly let out a "cooing" sound.

The sound reached the ears of the people, and immediately aroused the alarm of the five people.

Almost at the same time, the five people quickly rushed towards Ye Feng's hiding place, and the long swords in their hands were also unsheathed.

Suddenly, the hiding place where Ye Feng was hiding burst out with a bright vitality.

The sword qi like lightning scattered and shot in all directions, enveloping the five people who rushed straight over.

Seeing the sword qi rushing towards his face, the person who came couldn't help but change his face suddenly, and quickly retreated backwards.

However, just as they retreated to the vicinity of the big tree behind them, suddenly, a giant tree that seemed to be no different from an ordinary tree exploded from the middle, flashing with a dazzling sword light.

The fast sword in He Huan's hand is like a scythe of death that harvests life, every time it is stabbed, it will take a person's life.

Seeing that in the blink of an eye, there were three companions who were beheaded in different places, and the only two remaining sword cultivators couldn't help but let out a roar at the same time, brandishing the cross sword and rushing towards He Huan.

The cross-sword slashed through the void, and immediately made a sound like a ghost crying wolf.

Hearing the voice, He Huan's face immediately darkened, and a floating skull suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Where did those flying skulls come from?" He Huan thought in a daze, feeling that the skulls were getting closer to the door in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

"If you die, you'll be a skeleton as well. He Huan suddenly had such an idea in his heart.

When this thought completely enveloped his heart, his gaze became blurred and lost his former brilliance.

"He Huan!" Behind the two Ghost Skull Sword Sect disciples, Ye Feng let out a loud shout.

The timely reprimand, like a basin of cold water, fell on his head, waking up He Huan, who was in a daze.

Finding that there was a flaw in his mind, He Huan couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He knew very well that if it weren't for Ye Feng's timely warning, he was afraid that he would have become a revenant under the opponent's sword.

Seeing the cross sword falling, He Huan's body rose with a chilling murderous machine.

He slammed his wrist, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out diagonally like a poisonous snake.

With a pop, the disciple of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect who was closest to him had a bloody hole pierced through his throat by the long sword.

Seeing the long sword in He Huan's hand, so fast that it was impossible to dodge, the remaining Ghost Skull Sword Sect disciple couldn't help but let out an exclamation, turned around and fled.

The moment he turned around, the Ghost Skull Sword Sect disciple froze in place.

I don't know when, a young man wearing a blue sword cultivation costume appeared behind him.

Sensing that he had turned around, the young man suddenly smiled at him.

Before he could react, he was suddenly shocked to see that the man who was smiling, the long sword in his hand had been fiercely nailed to his heart.

In an assassination attempt, five disciples of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect were wiped out.

Until death, none of the five Ghost Skull Sword Sect disciples could see the faces of Ye Feng and He Huan clearly.

After killing the five disciples of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect, Ye Feng and He Huan quickly took away the belongings of the five people.

After discovering that this assassination had added nearly two thousand taels of gold to the plain one, even He Huan was smacked at the recent gains.

In just two days, he and Ye Feng had already plundered goods worth nearly three thousand taels of gold, as well as two hundred taels of gold in cash.

Thinking that countless people have spent their lives in poverty, and they may not be able to obtain their gains for this day, He Huan looked at Ye Feng's gaze and couldn't help but have a trace of admiration.

In this world, it is not enough to have force, but also to have super intelligence. He Huan knew very well that if he was allowed to confront the disciples of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect, Mo said that killing seven people on the other side one after another, even if it was two people, I am afraid it would take a lot of effort.

"What should we do next?" Unconsciously, He Huan began to get used to obeying Ye Feng's orders.

Hearing He Huan's question, Ye Feng smiled mysteriously.

He tore off a large piece of snow-white underwear from a disciple of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect, and then used his fingers stained with blood to write the two blood-red characters of "Na Life".

After writing the challenge cloth, Ye Feng hung it above the corpses of the five Ghost Skull Sword Sect disciples, and then took He Huan and walked towards the depths of the dense forest in front again.

The night, coming quietly and leaving quietly, just like those dead disciples of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect, even disappeared from the world, they were so silent.

In the early morning, the last darkness before dawn was completely covered by the red sun that jumped out of the horizon.

Just when the morning sun illuminated the eastern sky, more than twenty figures appeared at the location where Ye Feng had killed five disciples of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect.

These people, all carrying cross swords, have cold expressions.

Seeing the corpses of the five fellow disciples on the ground in front of them, the faces of these twenty or so people all became extremely ugly.

In the center of the crowd, a middle-aged man who looked at least thirty years old had a hint of murderous intent rising from his body.

When he looked up, he saw the blood-colored white cloth waving in the wind on the treetops, and the man's face became more and more gloomy.

"Everyone obeyed the order, from now on, give up hunting for prey, and go all out to search for the murderer of the sect's disciples. I would like to see who ate the Ambition Leopard Guts and dared to assassinate our Ghost Skull Sword Sect disciples. The man said viciously.

As he said this, a black mist suddenly released from his palm, and the white cloth with the word "Na Fu" written on it was bombarded to pieces.

Yesterday I owe you 6,000 words, and today I owe you another 6,000 words. It's not that the tiger doesn't want to finish, it's that the tiger really has more than enough heart and not enough power right now. Recently, the tiger has been severely deprived of sleep, and the tiger almost fell on the ground when he walked today. If it continues like this, the tiger will really not be able to stand it.

There is only one shift today, and the remaining six thousand are owed first, just as I promised before, and the debt will be doubled after owing. Now the total amount is owed 12,000, and the tiger still owes 24,000. Wait until you have nothing to do and start to repay the debt, ten days are not over, just twenty days, thirty days, in short, the tiger must make up for everything owed to everyone under the condition of ensuring quality.