"Second brother!"

The man in white grabbed his right hand and exclaimed, trying in vain to stop the man in black, but unfortunately the situation in the field at this time was a foregone conclusion, and there was no reversal.

"Poof~"

A stream of blood spurted out of the black-clothed mouth, and his body flew backwards and slammed into the ground, his eyes were wide open, his heart was broken, and his life was cut off in the blink of an eye.

Staring at the corpse of the man in black for a moment, the man in white, who had lost his companion, turned his head to look at Ye Feng sharply, waved the short sword in his hand, and shouted angrily through gritted teeth:

"I'll kill you!"

After saying that, he flew towards Ye Feng.

Looking at the man in white whose eyes were red and his emotions were out of control, Ye Feng couldn't help but exhale deeply nervously, and said secretly: "Huh~ The short sword in the hand of this man in white is not like an ordinary sharp blade, I am afraid that I already have some spirituality, I must not face the enemy head-on!"

With this in mind, the young man hurriedly burrowed into the woods beside the road, and the man in white followed closely with a short sword in his hand.

With his thin and flexible body, Ye Feng quickly shuttled through the woods like a fish swimming in water, and the two of them chased me and hid for a while.

"Little thief, don't run if you have the guts, if you can go through three rounds under my hands, I will spare you from death!"

The angry and sharp voice of the man in white came from behind him.

Ye Feng turned his head and glanced back, although he didn't dare to slow down his movements by half a minute, he still smiled lightly: "Hehe~ Two brainless fools, you still want to kill the little master, go back to your mother's womb and re-cultivate for more than ten or twenty years!"

Usually under the influence of the little proprietress of the inn, Ye Feng does not lose to others when he loses people.

"You!"

The man in white was already angry when he died, and he couldn't catch up with Ye Feng even more anxiously, at this time, he heard a child with a big fart actually mock him, and almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Seeing this, Ye Feng in front of him thought about it, searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, and threw out all the words that the little proprietress usually cursed like beans, and the angry man in white jumped like thunder in the back, but there was nothing he could do.

The two of them chased in circles for a while, and the man in white finally couldn't bear it and quietly took out a highly poisonous hidden weapon from his arms!

And Ye Feng, who had been running in front, suddenly stopped, stood still, and turned around, just swaggering and looking at the man in white chasing behind him.

The man in white put the hidden weapon back into his arms, his eyes suspicious, "Why didn't you run away?"

Ye Feng lowered his head gloomily and shook his head, raised his leg and kicked the stone on the ground, and sighed lightly: "Alas... If you don't run, if you don't run, you will be poisoned by you with a hidden weapon, but it is not as happy as a sword!"

With that, the young man closed his eyes and puffed out his chest, and put on a generous appearance of death.

Seeing this, the man in white didn't dare to step forward for a while, and his eyes kept looking Ye Feng up and down suspiciously, for fear that the little ghost in front of him was hiding some other means.

After a moment of stalemate, the domineering man in white finally couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and sneered, suddenly raised the short sword in his hand, his body jumped, and the sharp short sword shining with cold light stabbed straight towards Ye Feng like a silver snake: "Pretend to be a ghost, the thief will die!"

Just when the short sword was less than a foot away from Ye Feng, the young man's feet were still fixed in place and did not move, but his body quickly bent backwards in a strange arc beyond ordinary people, and the silver short sword stabbed into the air against the young man's clothes.

The man in white reacted and couldn't help but look down in surprise, only to see that Ye Feng had already turned his five fingers into claws and struck at his neck like lightning, without any moves, he just wanted his own life!

I want to hide again, but I can't stop my body and can't turn back!

'Click'~

The neck of the man in white broke in response, and his body fell to the ground over Ye Feng due to inertia, but Ye Feng's feet were still firmly fixed in place, and his thin body slowly stood upright from the arc that was not very long.

"Whew~"

Secretly saying that it was dangerous, the young man picked up the silver short sword that fell on the ground, took it in his hand, and said with a smile to himself: "Hehe... This short sword looks pretty good, so let's keep it on your body for self-defense!"

After hiding the short sword in his cuffs, Ye Feng glanced at the hidden weapon exposed in the arms of the man in white, and after a little hesitation, he turned around and walked towards the mountain road outside the forest.

Ye Feng, who was walking in the night, had a blue nose and swollen face.

Under the moonlight, the young man's limping thin back seemed to have an indescribable temperament.

After a night of driving, Ye Feng finally inquired all the way to the gate of the blacksmith's courtyard when the sun was rising in the east.

raised her hand and knocked on the door for a long time, and finally walked out of it a middle-aged woman with a pockmarked face and disheveled clothes.

"What are you knocking on the door early in the morning?

The woman glanced at Ye Feng, a young man with blue eyes, and asked angrily, thinking where did this come from, the little flower child came from, I really didn't pick the time, I was just on the bed with my husband in the clouds and rain, and I didn't want to be spoiled by the constant knocking on the door.

"Oh, I'm a guy from an inn in Longyou City, and I'm looking for a blacksmith from Niukou Village, and he sent us ten taels of silver from our shop, and the shopkeeper of my house told me to collect it, so as not to have to go to the blacksmith brother himself. ”

Ye Feng smiled and bowed to the woman, politely clarifying the purpose.

Hearing this, the woman squinted her triangular eyes and looked Ye Feng up and down a few times, paused, turned her head and shouted to the courtyard in a strange manner: "Tie Niu! Someone has come to you to collect debts! Say that you owe ten taels of silver!"

As soon as the words fell, a rough man's voice came from the inner courtyard: "Who ate the bear's heart and leopard's gall?

With the words, a shirtless strong man walked out of the inner courtyard, the man glanced at the woman, and while tying his trouser belt, he squinted his eyes at Ye Feng and asked, "Hey, boy, you are the one who came to ask for the debt?"

Ye Feng hugged his fist at the man, neither humble nor arrogant, "Oh, it's such a big brother Tieniu, I am a guy in an inn, and it was the shopkeeper of my family who asked me to accept the ten taels of silver you owe to the shop, and please be accommodating." ”

After speaking, the young man took out the IOU from his arms and handed it to the man, smiling and waiting for a reply.

The man took the IOU and glanced at it twice, glanced at the thin Ye Feng, tore the IOU in his hand to shreds, raised his head and glared at Ye Feng and shouted: "What ten taels of silver?

After that, he opened his arms and forcibly pushed the door panels on both sides to close the door, and closed the door to Ye Feng to thank him.

Closing the courtyard door and inserting the door panel, the man and the woman muttered softly as they turned and walked into the house:

"That kid is really bold, he dares to chase after here to ask for debts!"

"Hmph, whatever, let's go back to the house. ”

"Dead!"

Bang~!

The courtyard door behind the two was suddenly kicked open.

The man and the woman subconsciously turned their heads to look, only to see that the thin young man with a blue nose and swollen face was standing outside the door, looking at his wife with cold eyes, and holding a sharp short sword in his hand!

Facing the young man's cold gaze, the strong man's heart somehow turned out to be a little hairy.

Swallowing nervously, the man pointed at Ye Feng in a trembling tone and asked:

"You... You... What are you going to do?"

"I'll just ask. ”

Ye Feng's voice was a little low, he glanced at the pockmarked woman on the side, and continued to say to the man: "You... Still not paying it back?"

The pockmarked woman's small eyes rolled slightly, and she quietly pinched a man with her hand, urging the man not to be afraid.

The latter came back to his senses after suffering pain in his arm, and subconsciously glanced at the woman, and instantly had a backbone, so he had the courage to shout at Ye Feng: "Hey!?

As soon as the words fell, the strong man only felt a flower in front of him, and reacted, a sharp short sword with cold light was already hanging in his throat, and the young man stood in front of him and looked at him without saying a word, as if he would wave his hand and cut his neck at any time.

The small courtyard was very quiet for a moment, and you could hear a needle falling on the ground.

In an instant, a bean-sized cold sweat dripped from the man's forehead, and his two eyes stared at the short sword at his throat and he didn't dare to move, and he held back for a long time before squeezing out two words:

"I'll pay it back!"

However, Ye Feng didn't react, he still looked at the man coldly, and there was no trace of emotion in his slightly narrow eyes.

After a few breaths, the pockmarked woman on the side was the first to understand the meaning, stretched out her arms and gestured back and forth to the young man twice, and said in an anxious and trembling tone: "Little hero... Please wait a while, little hero, and I'll go get the silver!"

With that, he hurriedly lifted his skirt, turned around and ran quickly towards the house.

Walking on the way back, carrying the twenty taels of snowflake silver that the blacksmith couple had forced into him, Ye Feng couldn't help but smile dumbly.

When he politely asked the blacksmith for money, he got the cold words and disdainful eyes of the blacksmith couple, and when he pointed his sword at the blacksmith's neck, he got twice as much silver as before and the two of them nodded and bowed, and they only promised.

"Is the world inherently like this, or is the human heart inherently complicated?"

Looking at the city wall of Longyou City not far away, the young man muttered to himself.

Returning to an inn, Ye Feng couldn't help but find that the inn at this time was no longer overcrowded in the previous two days, but had returned to the empty and deserted way it had been.

In the front hall, the little proprietress was sitting bored at the counter and looking out of the door with her hand on her cheek, while the bookkeeper and the running boy were sitting at a table and playing chess.

"Little boss, are the blind old man and the little girl in the red dress gone?"

Ye Feng walked to the counter, took out the silver taels from his arms, put them in front of the little proprietress and asked tentatively.

The latter glanced at Ye Feng very strangely when he heard this, paused, and said impatiently: "Gone, gone, all gone, finally clean!"

While talking, the little proprietress lowered her head and counted the silver taels that Ye Feng brought back, and after making sure that she was not wrong, she couldn't help but look at the young man with a look of surprise and asked, "Isn't it ten taels of silver?"

"Oh, the blacksmith said he was embarrassed to owe the debt for so long, and the amount was all interest. ”

Ye Feng casually lied.

The little proprietress didn't think much about it when she heard this, she reached out and pinched Ye Feng's face, and her pretty face was full of a smile of money fans and praised: "Haha! Our little Ye Feng has a lot of skills, and he knows how to make money for his sister!"

Ye Feng pulled away the little proprietress sideways, rubbed her aching cheeks with disgust, and smiled embarrassedly without answering.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with him, the young man was about to turn around and leave, but the little proprietress at the counter changed her tone in vain, frowning and asking Ye Fengqi, "No! What's going on with your eye sockets?"

As soon as the words fell, the bookkeeper and the guy who were playing chess with their butts pouting on the side both looked up at Ye Feng with a "whoosh", with a caring inquiry in their eyes, mixed with a trace of anger.

Looking at the expressions and actions of the three people in the room, Ye Feng's heart couldn't help but feel warm, he rubbed his eyes and continued to lie:

"Oh, on the way back, I met a groom who was herding horses outside the city, and I was thinking of riding around to feel it, but I accidentally got kicked by the horse..."

Without waiting for the three of them to ask again, the young man hurriedly turned around and ran upstairs.