In the tiger's den, Jiang Beihe, who was masked in a black scarf, was protecting his head in pain, and on his head, Li Chaofeng's Five Insect Knife was inserted.

The short knife was inserted into the skull with a handle, although it was only from the brain, but Jiang Beihe knew that this kind of injury was difficult for the gods to save.

He's still alive now, only because the dagger hasn't been pulled out of his head yet.

And how to be inserted into the head by Li Chaofeng's short knife, to be honest, Jiang Beihe still doesn't understand.

When he entered the cave, he saw a tiger corpse facing him like a living thing, which shocked him.

But just by looking at it, he knew that the tiger was already dead, because the tiger had a blue-black short knife stuck in its forehead that Jiang Beihe had seen before.

It was the short knife that Jiang Beihe was most worried about and feared, and it was actually inserted into the tiger's head by Li Chaofeng.

He actually forgot to put away his weapon, and now he was wearing his outer robe, sleeping directly on a dry ground not far from the tiger corpse.

Maybe the young man is afraid of heat, and the clothes on Li Chaofeng's body are so thin that you can even see a piece of muscle.

Jiang Beihe was speechless when he saw this situation, he really didn't expect that he would be so frightened by this kind of fool that he needed a night attack before he dared to make a move.

Seeing that it was impossible for Li Chaofeng to hide the weapon, Jiang Beihe was no longer afraid in his heart, and his feet began to accelerate, he was no longer worried about alarming Li Chaofeng.

An ordinary person who has no true qi, unless he has a divine weapon in his hand, it is impossible to hurt him, a first-class master.

True Qi is much more useful than Li Chaofeng's ability to strengthen his skin.

And as Jiang Beihe accelerated, Li Chaofeng also woke up from his dream, and when he looked up, he saw a man wearing a black scarf coming towards him, and his immature face was full of panic.

Maybe it was panic, maybe it was because his brain was not bright, this young man actually stretched out his hands directly and wanted to grab the wrist of a first-class master.

Jiang Beihe wanted to laugh when he saw it, because true qi can not only be used to protect one's body, but also directly attack the enemy's viscera.

This young man has no true qi in his hands, and he actually wants to defend by holding the enemy's wrist and restricting the enemy's movements.

Does he think that fighting in the rivers and lakes is the same as fighting in the streets?

If you grab the other person's hands, it is impossible for the other party to hurt yourself again?

Jiang Beihe didn't hide, he felt that he had already won, and he preferred to hear the wails of his prey before his tragic death than to kill the boy directly.

The boy grabbed his hands with both hands, which also meant that the boy himself had no hands.

When the young man grabbed his wrist and wanted to give himself a hammer like a street fight, Jiang Beihe almost laughed, and the supreme true qi directly protected his forehead.

He wanted to see if it was the boy's hard head or his true strength.

Then, a short knife was stuck in his skull, almost identical to the tiger corpse at the door.

It's just that the tiger corpse is inserted in the middle, and because he reacts quickly enough, the place where he inserts it is a little crooked.

He should have died!

Jiang Beihe's whole person was hit by a head hammer and fell on the tiger corpse behind him, his mind was dizzy, and two sentences were echoing.

He's dead!!

What a sharp knife!!

When the short knife was inserted into his skull, it was like a knife cutting tofu, and he didn't make a sound.

Tightly against the handle of the short knife, Jiang Beihe's eyes were blurred with tears, but he didn't dare to shake his head, or even dare to move, because he knew that once he moved to the point where the knife loosened slightly, he would really die.

The kind that can't die anymore.

Although he struggled with all his might, he could only survive for a short time, but he... Don't want to die.

Li Chaofeng looked at Jiang Beihe, who was tightly pressed against the handle of the knife and didn't even dare to move, and finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

This guy was finally killed by himself... Right away.

Rubbing his forehead, Li Chaofeng had an understanding of the defense of true qi.

No wonder it is so simple for people in the rivers and lakes to kill ordinary people, and it can be used as armor with true qi.

Step forward and crouch down.

Li Chaofeng's fingers lightly rested on Jiang Beihe's eyelids, brushing away the tears on the other party's eyelids, looking at the fear and incomprehension in the other party's eyes, the smile on his face became thicker and thicker.

"I didn't expect people like you to be afraid of death?"

Everyone is afraid of death, let alone a selfish villain like Jiang Beihe.

He just felt that the death of others was just inconsequential, even pleasing to the eye.

Jiang Beihe wanted to beg for mercy very much, but unfortunately begging for mercy couldn't get Li Chaofeng to spare him, because his death was almost a foregone fact and was about to happen.

Even if Li Chaofeng can take him back to modern society, this kind of injury with a knife inserted into his brain is also a major operation with huge risks.

It's not that the tip of the knife passed through the skull and then got stuck, but it passed through the whole thing, and if Jiang Beihe turned around now, Li Chaofeng could even see the tip of the knife coming out of the back of his head.

The Five Insect Knife is so sharp.

As for how Li Chaofeng took the Five Insect Knife back from the tiger's head, it was naturally because he was the owner of the Five Insect Knife.

No matter how far away it was, when he wanted to retract the Five Insect Knife, it would return to Li Chaofeng.

After the tears were wiped away by Li Chaofeng, time passed for a while, Jiang Beihe felt that the short knife on his head seemed to be fixed by his own sweat, and he came back to his senses a little, and then saw Li Chaofeng looking at him with a smile.

Although Li Chaofeng's question just now, Jiang Beihe didn't hear it at all.

But Jiang Beihe knew how long he could live, whether it was an instant, or a few more hours, or even if he could continue to live with this knife in the future, it only looked at Li Chaofeng's mood.

So he quickly calmed the fear of death in his heart, covered his forehead tightly, pulled down the black scarf to cover his face with one hand, and didn't ask what kind of martial arts Li Chaofeng used just now, and asked in a sincere tone.

"When did Brother Li find out that Jiang was following him?"

"Guess?"

Li Chaofeng didn't answer this question, he just looked Jiang Beihe's whole body up and down, and then shook his head helplessly and sighed.

This guy doesn't look like he has much stuff all over his body, just a few silver tickets at most.

Listening to Li Chaofeng's sigh, Jiang Beihe was terrified, but he still insisted on asking for advice.

"Brother Li wants something, as long as Brother Li speaks, even if Jiang doesn't have it, he will definitely go to the soup and go to the fire, and he will not hesitate to do it."

Li Chaofeng's cheeks twitched, and then he laughed, reminding in a contemptuous tone.

"A dead man, can he still go to the soup and fire?"

Hearing Li Chaofeng's words, Jiang Beihe also explained with a smile.

"Brother Li doesn't know, this knife in the head is not certain to die, as long as it can be fixed, it can still live for a long time, but the weakness is too obvious, and he can no longer walk the rivers and lakes."

Li Chaofeng didn't expect Jiang Beihe's desire to survive to be so strong, but he was mocking, but after thinking about it, he also asked curiously.

"Let's talk about the future."

"But if you want to survive, you must take away my treasure knife, I don't know if you can go to the soup and fight the fire, but I know that if you want to live, I will directly lose a treasure knife."

Speaking of this, Li Chaofeng shook his head again and again, then looked at Jiang Beihe's uncertain face and stretched out his palm.

"So... If you want to take the sword, what can you give me? ”

"The silver taels on me..."

Before Jiang Beihe finished speaking, Li Chaofeng directly interrupted: "You are dead, they are all mine." ”

"I still have some house title deeds in my house..."

Li Chaofeng sneered: "A person who wants to go to the soup for me, the title deed or something, shouldn't it already belong to me?" You're right, Jiang Daxia? ”

"But if I die..."

Jiang Beihe still wanted to struggle, but seeing Li Chaofeng's eyes becoming more and more indifferent, he didn't continue, covering his head, his face full of helplessness.

"What does Brother Li want? Please also be clear. ”

When Li Chaofeng heard this, he also smiled all over his face, and stretched out his hand directly.

"Of course, it's the martial arts cheats in your head."