Zhao Xifeng's palm fell on the top of the head of the old man pulling the cart without accident, and the old man fainted without saying a word.

This palm Zhao Xifeng did not use too much Yuan Ling, the reason is also very simple, he is still a wanted criminal in the nominal Supervision Department, if he makes a bloody scene on the streets of the capital and alarms the government, then he will definitely not be able to leave.

At the moment when the driver fainted, Zhao Xifeng fell backwards suddenly, and quickly retreated into the carriage, and sure enough, two yin needles with subtle Yuan Spirit fluctuations almost passed by the tip of Zhao Xifeng's nose, and then it was too late, it was the end of the flying needle entering the brain!

On top of the killing, there is still killing!

Zhao Xifeng, who flew back into the carriage, did not stop for a moment, tied the package containing the five Dao swords behind his back with his left hand, and smashed the bottom of the carriage with a punch with his right hand and drilled out.

There were not many pedestrians on this small road in the south of the city, and there were no cultivators, but I heard a sudden loud noise in the carriage on the street, and then my eyes lit up, and it seemed that something was passing by quickly.

In the needlework shop at the corner of the street, there was a little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old wearing a flower cotton jacket straddled a bamboo basket, looked in the direction of the carriage, smiled playfully, and disappeared in place.

The beggar, who was originally holding a broken bowl under the eaves, stood up with a sigh, patted the dust on his pants at will, and slowly followed.

The direction Zhao Xifeng chose was a lake courtyard that he had just passed by.

Shengjing City is prosperous, there are many amusement courtyards in the city, it is open to the people for free on weekdays, the hiding place chosen by Zhao Xifeng is one of them, and it is also a more famous one, called Nanhu Xiaoyuan, the courtyard is as its name, a small artificial lake of twenty or thirty zhang square is located in it, several hills below are some pavilions and pavilions for people to rest, if it is a few months later, when the spring flowers bloom, for people who are lazy to go out of the city, it has become an excellent place to go, and even some school palaces will hold a spring poetry meeting in this place, when the young long salty set, talented and beautiful, it is a momentary event。

However, in the deep winter season, no one wants to go out in the cold and snow, so Nanhu Xiaoyuan simply chose to close the hospital.

Zhao Xifeng hid here, firstly, because he wanted to use the complex terrain of this place to deal with the killers, and secondly, he did not want the battle between cultivators to affect ordinary people.

Of course, if he can escape, Zhao Xifeng will still choose to escape as much as possible. There was no luck in his heart, in Panlong Town, Zhao Xifeng had already shown cultivation above the desired period, and if the Killing Organization took revenge on his organization, it would definitely send enough power to wipe him out.

At this time, in the Nanhu Garden, the lake will freeze, the ice is not thick, and adult men will not be able to stand on it, Zhao Xifeng never thought of letting go of his body on the smooth and mirror-like lake, which would become a live target for the flying needle assassin.

After entering the small garden, Zhao Xifeng kept walking against the wall until he encountered a small pine forest.

The pine forest wasn't dense enough to hide its form, but it was already the best place to cover its shape nearby.

Just when he flew out of the bottom of the car, Zhao Xifeng felt at least three Yuan Spirit fluctuations around, one was erratic, but it was the most intense, it should be the person who came out of the needle, the other was stagnant and heavy, and the other was obscure.

Zhao Xifeng has already decided, just use this as a battlefield, no matter what, he will solve the monk of the flying needle, the flying needle that has been passing in front of him to make him realize is too insidious, if he can't get rid of it first, then on the way back to the inn all the way, maybe he will die violently at some point, if it weren't for his blessed spiritual heart, I'm afraid he would have been dead on the street now.

After observing the environment in private, Zhao Xifeng carefully took out an object from his arms, buried it in the soil, flew up to the tree, and hung another thing between the pine needles.

After the tea time, a brisk tune was remembered outside the woods, listening to the voice should be a girl, Zhao Xifeng looked out through the gap between the dead grass, and saw a flower dress jumping back and forth, which seemed to be brisk, but in fact, it was ghostly and unspeakable, and it could not be locked with the Yuan Spirit.

"Children inside, don't hide, my sister sees you!" The girl in the flower dress gathered into a small trumpet in front of her mouth and shouted into the woods, and her appearance was a little cute.

Zhao Xifeng naturally ignored him, kept his mind and remained unmoved.

After a long time, the girl in the flower dress saw that there had been no movement in the forest, and pouted and complained, "It's boring." ”

At this moment, another male voice suddenly sounded, his voice was desolate and heavy, before he spoke, Zhao Xifeng didn't even notice that there were still people outside!: "Don't make trouble, the doll inside is someone who has taught Bai Haizuo, don't capsize in the gutter, embellishment of our prestige." ”

Priority, such a strange name, Zhao Xifeng silently recited it twice in his heart and remembered it in his heart.

The girl in the flower dress still didn't give up, and continued to shout: "Hey, little ghost, it's your blessing to meet your sister, at least unlike other people in the organization, I will let you die clearly, listen to it, we are the fourth group of killers who killed in the south of Shengjing City, the code name is priority, I am Light Yuling, the crippled next to me is Chong Qianjun, we have two other friends, I don't need to kill you, maybe you can see it again in the next life." ”

Beside the girl in flowers, I don't know when a majestic beggar appeared, his left hand was crippled, and his right hand dragged an iron fist, the beggar seemed to be very dissatisfied with being called crippled, snorted coldly, and turned his head.

Zhao Xifeng thought to himself in his heart: If you can still meet you killing people in the next life, it will really be a blood mold.

Seeing how the two of them teased, the people in the woods could bear their temperament, and gradually became a little unbreathable, after all, compared to Zhao Xifeng, the identities of the two of them were even more disgraceful, once they were discovered by the righteous people, they were rats crossing the street.

I saw the beggar sneer and said, "I'll just say, this kid inside is very slippery, and he still has to come hard." “

With that, the beggar straightened up and pressed the iron wrist to the place where the severed arm was, and the iron wrist gradually changed shape, merging with the severed arm, turning into an iron arm.

The beggar stretched out his iron hand and clenched his fist, nodded it with satisfaction, and then lifted it high and slashed it into the woods!

The wind followed, the dust was flying, the grass and trees were broken, and even the pine trees that had been decades old were shaking wildly, and they could break at any time, and Zhao Xifeng's figure was also pulled out of the dead grass.

The beggar saw that it was serious, and flew over with a long roar, like a long dragon out of the water!

Zhao Xifeng saw it in his eyes, he didn't panic, he just smiled slightly, and a long sword fell from the sky and stabbed the beggar in the back!

That is the sword that Zhao Xifeng hung on the pine tree in advance, spring grass!