The conversation between Zhu Xiaoqi and Xuanyuan Yu made Liu Feng's heart run wild, and the appearance of the soldiers surrounding him made him even more impulsive to vomit blood. The men squinted at him, their eyes not filled with the timidity, fear, panic he had expected, but full of mockery and disdain.

Lao Tzu is a martial artist, Lao Tzu is about to explode, can you give some normal people a reaction? Liu Feng is going crazy. But the more this happened, the more he did not dare to act rashly, and the strange situation made him smell a hint of danger: this was a soldier and not a prey, but a very good hunter.

After a moment of stalemate, the Gale Crew finally moved. An older veteran winked, and the team members pulled out a pair of goggles from their bosoms and put them on, and then put a mask on their mouths. In Liu Feng's surprised eyes, the veteran suddenly waved his hand lightly at him, and several golden needles broke through the air.

Using a flying needle to attack a martial artist possessed by a spirit is similar to using straw to attack an adult strong man. Liu Feng couldn't figure out whether the other party was insulting him or humiliating himself. However, by the time he understood, it was too late.

The powerful body protection spiritual power didn't even shake those thin needles away. There was a soft "poof" sound, and they penetrated the spiritual power shield and submerged into his body, directly inserted into his spiritual veins, and quickly released wisps of strange power.

A tingling and paralyzing sensation struck, and Liu Feng's connection with the spiritual power in his body was instantly severed. The strange power is like a copper wall coiled in the spiritual veins, forcibly cutting and cutting those fast-flowing spiritual powers. The spiritual power that had lost control suddenly turned into an angry trapped beast, rampaging through his body, causing his whole body to be twisted with a knife, and his forehead was sweating.

"No!no!no!no!How is this possible!" Liu Feng looked at the unattractive veteran, and his heart was shocked.

The golden needle, the spirit possession was broken, the spiritual veins were damaged, and the spiritual power was devoured—Liu Feng remembered a terrifying weapon that only existed in ancient legends—the golden needle of the thorn vein, known as the nightmare of the spiritual cultivator. In the entire Firmament Continent, only this special golden needle used by the Divine Needle Family hundreds of years ago could have the potential to inflict such a terrifying killing effect on a Martial Venerable-level cultivator. However, after a short period of glory, the Divine Needle Family quickly disintegrated, and a mysterious force slaughtered all the members of the Divine Needle Family one night, and also set a torch to burn all the corpses. No one knew who was behind the destruction of this family, and they were not willing to investigate this matter any further, because everyone knew that neither the Divine Court nor the cultivators of the mainland would allow this weapon to continue to exist. A powerless little kid can stab a powerful cultivator to death with a few needles in his hand, isn't this world completely chaotic, what else do you cultivate?

Since everyone is dead, how can the stunts of the Divine Needle Family be handed down? How could these golden needles appear in the hands of a soldier? Looking at the veteran soldier who had brought him great pain and made him lose the strength of a battle, Liu Feng's eyes were full of unwillingness and fear.

"Hands-on. Leng Yunfei struck a blow and shouted softly at the players around him.

Suddenly the smoke in the field flickered, and the people around him were dazzled.

Smoke drifts in the wind. Some civilians standing downwind were choked and coughed and burst into tears. Some people only take two breaths and feel their heads dizzy for a while, and the world is spinning in front of them.

The smoke cleared quickly. Liu Feng, who was tied into meat dumplings by ropes, drooped his head with a languid expression, and his whole body was covered with a thin layer of white ash.

"Silk rope, lime powder, drugs, kidnapping experts! When a trafficker encounters a kidnapper, he can only consider himself unlucky...... After watching this scene, Ma Hanwen, who was hiding in the crowd, praised. He is proficient in all kinds of strange tricks and tricks, and he is good at the three teachings and nine streams of hand flow techniques, and he has to admire the cleanliness and seamless cooperation of these people. So many people tied around one person, and the rope was not knotted, how many times did it take to practice repeatedly!

"Relieve your anger! These traffickers were finally killed by this girl, haha!" Feng Ling clapped his hands and chuckled.

"I'm afraid it's not just this human trafficker who was killed by you!" Ma Hanwen pointed to the knights of the Divine Court and mocked.

"This, it's a misunderstanding, don't you just explain it to them? You're a hero who saved the beautiful woman from the fire pit!" Feng Lingjing didn't take the charges that the knights had put on Ma Hanwen at all.

"Explanation?" Ma Hanwen smiled bitterly, "How do you explain it?" tell them that the magic circle on that inflatable doll was taught to me by a certain bishop of the Divine Court?"

"You say that you don't learn anything bad, you deserve to be unlucky if you don't learn those obscene things. Feng Ling reprimanded.

"I'm a natural curiosity about the unknown, you don't understand. Ma Hanwen shook his head. There may be only one girl in this world who can understand him and accompany him crazy. However, the price of madness is also heavy, and he is forever disqualified from pursuing her.

"And what are you going to do now?" Feng Lingling asked.

"Get out of Blackwater and continue to wander. Anyway, I've been wandering the world, and it's nothing to be charged with a wanted criminal in the Divine Court. Stress is motivation, and maybe I can make something new to survive. Ma Hanwen said lightly, with a hint of loneliness and desolation in his expression.

"I'll stay with you. Feng Ling said in a low voice.

"Let's not joke, okay? From now on, you take your Yangguan Road, and I will cross my single-plank bridge." I want to live a little longer in a low-key way, I'm afraid I can't do it with you, girl......" Ma Hanwen looked at her helplessly, and then looked at the pair of young men and women in the distance.

There are really many miracles in this world, such as this girl with big nerves, no vision, no experience, and even basic survival ability, who can live and go around to this day, and not even a single hair is missing...... Well, there is a solid foundation for the miracle to happen, but people are the golden branches and jade leaves of the Feng family, since they belong to crabs, walking sideways is the right way.

"Take me with you, I don't want to go back. "I guess when I go back, they will guard me all day long and not leave for half a step." It was a day that drove people crazy. ”

Ma Hanwen shook his head resolutely. You go back, it's you who is crazy. You follow, it's me who is crazy. So, it's better for you to be crazy.

Feng Ling hugged his arm tightly and looked at him with a smile: "Do you believe it or not, I'm shouting and screaming at them now, I caught that evil magician who blasphemed the gods?"

"Did I say I wouldn't take you with me?" Ma Hanwen looked at her, a warm smile on his face. The ending of madness is more acceptable than the end of death.

You shake your head. ”

"I'm used to shaking my head in agreement. ”

"Then will you take me with you to leave Blackwater?"

Ma Hanwen nodded hurriedly.

"Someone—"

Before the scream came out, he was covered back by Ma Hanwen's palm.

"You forced me, don't blame me!" Ma Hanwen's heart was on fire, he glanced at Zhu Xiaoqi in the distance, and decided to take the risk to complete Liu Feng's unfinished business and become a human trafficker again. But he wouldn't have thought that in his business, it was not only Feng Ling that he sold, but also himself.

A thought has made a legend. The down-and-out but ambitious little inventor has finally found the pier where he dreams of direct sailing—but he doesn't know that on the other side of the sea, in addition to a brilliant career, there are mouthfuls of black cauldrons waiting for him...... (Today, when I return to my hometown in the countryside, I see new buildings everywhere, but the once lively streets have become deserted, and the people who were once familiar have become strangers, and there is an indescribable sense of loss and confusion in my heart.) It's the place I dreamed of sailing straight to, but now it's deserted, just like my experience with writing. Tomorrow will start to keep two shifts a day, not for dreams, but for you who are still reading. ）

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