Ye Feng quickly calculated in his heart.

Before that, he had only seen the information of the 36 villages of the green forest and the black and white ghosts in the dossier, the 36 villages of the green forest were a group of robbers in the north, often robbing caravans and darts, but they never hurt people's lives unless necessary, and they committed many crimes but have been at large, one because they have never been enemies with the government, and the other is that they are called 36 villages, in fact, they have no fixed residence, and the division is the scattering of the homeless, and the combination is the crime of the rogue, which is really difficult to exterminate. The more important reason is that they have a general village owner, the old man of Shenlong Sanxianfeng. This person is as his name suggests, the dragon sees the head but not the end, his whereabouts are secretive, and he is full of wisdom, and the government has never been able to find out his whereabouts, let alone bring him to justice. Therefore, the 36th village of the green forest has always been the biggest force in the northern underworld, and the black and white ghosts are just the personal guards of the old man Feng.

Now that the black and white ghosts have appeared, is the old man Feng also here? For a luxurious carriage escorted by brocade guards, will this elusive chief village owner really come out in person? Perhaps, the talent in the carriage is their real target.

In the current situation, Xie Zhenliang is a weak scholar who has no power to restrain the chicken, and he can't use martial arts before his poisonous injuries are healed, only relying on two cirrus clouds to ride Sun Feng and Zhou Lei, plus a fat man who is good at light kung fu but is ordinary, it is not easy to barely deal with black and white ghosts, it seems that he must quickly find a way out, I hope that the people of the 36th village of the green forest do not surround this inn, so that they still have a chance to escape.

Ye Feng's eyes scanned the store, hoping to find a way out, and as far as his eyes could see, he was stunned. There was a man sitting at the table behind them.

This man was about fifty years old, with a half-white beard, but he was very carefully trimmed, and he was burly, and his clothes were gorgeous and exquisite, and he looked very imposing when he sat there. At this moment, he was holding a bowl of wine, and he was engrossed in slowly tasting it one bite at a time, as if the bowl was filled with elixir and jade liquid.

Everyone was shocked, who was this person? When did he sit behind them? None of the five of them noticed it, what kind of skill was this? Ye Feng's heart sank, he had already guessed who this person was, he should be the head of the mysterious Green Forest Thirty-six Villages, the old man of Yunlong Sanxianfeng. And sure enough, he came.

After the old man Feng finished drinking, he slowly put down the bowl in his hand, raised his head and looked at Ye Feng who was in a daze, and nodded slightly: "You are Ye Zhiqiu's son?"

Sure enough, they were coming for people. Ye Feng also nodded, thinking to himself.

Old Man Feng stared at Ye Feng for a long time, and suddenly asked, "You were poisoned?"

Ye Feng couldn't help but admire his vision, and replied honestly: "Yes." ”

Old Man Feng sighed: "I'm afraid you can't use force at all due to your injuries," the corners of his mouth moved, revealing a smile, "So you don't have to look around, you have no chance to escape at all." ”

Ye Feng had no choice but to admit that they didn't have a chance at all, so he sat down honestly.

Old Man Feng was very satisfied with Ye Feng's knowledge of current affairs, and nodded: "Very good, I know that you don't have red goods on you, so we are definitely not here for money." ”

Ye Feng chuckled in his heart, sure enough, they came for people, and he smiled reluctantly: "A few of us actually have such a big face, and we want the famous Yunlong Sanxianfeng old man to take action personally?"

Old Man Feng's eyes kept staring at Ye Feng, and he exhaled softly: "Maybe, you don't know how important you are." ”

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, what did this mean? Could it be that he was their target? What does this so-called important mean?

At this moment, the door of the store was suddenly pushed open.

In came the lazy old man, dressed in ordinary cloth and stained with hay, looking a little out of breath, who must have just unloaded the carriage and settled the four horses in the stable.

As if he didn't see the tense atmosphere in the hall, he threw the horsewhip and the horse hammer in his hand into the corner behind the store, walked straight to Ye Feng and sat down at the table, picked up a bowl of tea and drank it all, and then took out a dry tobacco stick from his waist and began to slowly fill the tobacco pot with tobacco shreds.

He sat on a bench alone, naturally separated between Old Man Feng and Ye Feng, concentrating on fiddling with the cigarette stick, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

At this time, the black and white ghosts slowly came around, one left and one right and the old man Feng formed a corner, sandwiching Ye Feng and them in the middle, the old man was still fiddling with the cigarette stick without raising his head, stuffed the tobacco, felt out a pair of flints, and began to crackle and start to light the fire.

Old Man Feng waved his hand to stop the black and white ghosts who were about to move, and stared at the old man with a pair of eyes, silent. The old man seemed to be sitting on the most important thing in the world, bowing his head and lighting the fire one by one, and not caring about the people around him.

At last the cigarette was lit, and the old man began to gulp down the mouthpiece of the cigarette, exhaling a misty cloud of smoke. Strange as it may seem, the smoke did not drift in all directions, but surrounded the old man, enveloping him in a cloud of smoke.

Now even Xie Zhenliang, who doesn't understand martial arts, can see that this old man is not simple, and it is impossible to control the smoke like this if it is not for his supreme internal strength. Ye Feng's mind suddenly remembered the person who scared away the thunder breaking of the Great Thunder Gate that Tang Da told him, the old friend of the Tang Sect who would protect their safety all the way. He had been wondering all the way that there was no one with them, and it turned out that this person had been with them for a long time.

Old Man Feng looked at it for a long time, and suddenly spoke: "It's you?"

The old man nodded: "It's me." ”

Old Man Feng suddenly smiled: "Do you know who I am?"

The old man snorted from his nose: "No matter how much you change, I know you." ”

Old Man Feng said: "You have become almost unrecognizable to me." ”

The old man put down the cigarette stick and knocked the cigarette pot on the sole of his shoe: "You want to try again?"

Old Man Feng stopped talking, slowly stood up, and looked at the old man. Suddenly, he picked up the bench and stabbed straight at the old man, at that moment his burly body seemed to be even taller, like the momentum of the gods, the bench was like a giant sword held in the hands of the gods, its strength was unmatched, sword qi!

The old man's lazy expression suddenly disappeared, his short body stretched out, and the dry tobacco stick in his hand stretched out a little quickly on the stabbing bench, and the bench that looked like a giant sword suddenly cracked and fell apart, and the old man Feng turned over with a strange laugh and swept backwards, disappearing at the door.

Several of the people present froze.

Old Man Feng's blow was already amazing and almost invulnerable in their eyes, but it was so vulnerable in front of the old man. The moment the old man made a move, they all clearly felt a hot feeling, what kind of martial arts is this? Although the old man Feng and the old man in front of him used very ordinary items to hit this shot, they clearly emitted an extremely powerful sword qi, who are they?

The old man regained his lazy expression and sat down slowly, and Ye Feng and the others came back to their senses. Looking back, the black and white ghosts had slipped away at some point when they saw that the situation was not good.

Ye Feng just wanted to open his mouth and asked, "Senior ......"

The old man raised his hand and interrupted him: "Don't ask more, who am I and who he is, you will naturally know in the future." Don't go to the predecessors, now you can call me Lao Jiang. ”

Old Jiang, Ye Feng and Zhang Feng exchanged a look, and they both remembered a name in their hearts, and they were both surprised.

Old man Jiang pulled the dishes on the table a few times: "No matter how delicious the food made by the black and white ghosts is, it is not something that people in the yang world can eat, my old man has not lived enough, but it is a pity that these ingredients are eaten." I guess there are still ingredients in the kitchen, which of you can cook?"

Several people looked at each other, and Zhang Fatzi sighed and said, "I will." ”

Old man Jiang nodded: "Sure enough, those who can eat will definitely do it, you come in and give me a start, after a day of travel, you have to get something to fill your stomach." With that, he got up and walked slowly to the kitchen. Zhang Fatzi couldn't do it, so he could only follow with a bitter face.

Seeing them enter the kitchen, Xie Zhenliang whispered to Ye Feng, "Who is this old man?"

Ye Feng said softly: "He is not a person, he is simply a legend, he is Jiang Mubai, the famous sword of the Taishan Jiang family." ”

Xie Zhenliang didn't know much about these tales in the martial arts, he didn't understand why they were legends, and Ye Feng didn't understand, he was thinking that the old man Feng could take Jiang Mubai's move and retreat with his whole body, that blow was clearly a peerless swordsmanship, there are few people in the world who have such swordsmanship, is he really just the bandit leader Old Man Feng? Or, does he have other identities?

Who the hell is he?