Ling Feng practiced the Fuhu Fist again, stretched his qi and blood, adjusted his state to the best, and went out of the room. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He walked down the stairs slowly, and suddenly his expression changed slightly, because a middle-aged man in a green shirt with a long sword on his back was drinking and eating food in the inn.

Gu Changqing looked up at him, smiled faintly, and said, "Since you're down, why don't you have a drink together?"

Ling Feng walked across from Gu Changqing and sat down, and said with a smile: "Senior Changqing is so Yaxing, okay, I'll accompany you and have a cup!"

After a glass of wine, Ling Feng said lightly: "Senior, you can do it!"

"Good!"

After Gu Changqing finished speaking, the two chopsticks in his hand quickly stabbed Ling Feng's eyes.

Ling Feng grabbed the front of the two chopsticks with his left hand, and pointed at the sword with his right hand, looking at Gu Changqing's eyes.

Gu Changqing's left hand flashed quickly, grabbed Ling Feng's right hand, and urged the Aoki True Qi in his body, and a cyan aura spread rapidly.

Ling Feng's face changed slightly, but he knew that this Aoki True Qi was difficult, and his left hand suddenly twisted hard, and the chopsticks were broken in two. He held two chopsticks that were only half cut in his hand and quickly inserted them into the other's eyes.

Gu Changqing let go of the chopsticks with his right hand and quickly grabbed Ling Feng's left wrist.

Immediately, the two glanced at each other, withdrew their hands together, and then punched again, and the two were at this dinner table, you came and went, and they fought.

A moment later, the two of them suddenly punched each other, and with a crisp sound, the two of them retreated in unison.

Gu Changqing touched his hand, only to feel unbearable pain, as if his phalanges were injured, if it weren't for the blessing of his innate true qi, he would have just received this punch, and he would definitely end up with his finger bones shattered.

Ling Feng was no better, his fist was faintly green, and there was a painful feeling of being eaten by ants, this was Aoki's true qi invading his right hand, which was eroding his essence. His expression turned cold, and he kicked over the Eight Immortals Table and smashed it towards Gu Changqing.

Gu Changqing suddenly drew his sword, and the cyan long sword slashed rapidly, and the table split in half and fell to the ground.

At this time, the battle between the two had already scared away most of the guests, and only the two people at the table by the window did not move.

One is a white-clothed scholar in his thirties, holding a folding fan, with a smile on his lips. The white-clothed scholar looked at the competition between the two with great interest, for him, this level of fighting is rare.

The other person was a middle-aged man in a black robe, with a somewhat gloomy face, carrying two three-foot-seven steel guns on his back. The middle-aged man in the black robe has been drinking and eating food with an indifferent expression, as if Ling Feng and Gu Changqing do not exist.

And Gu Changqing only thought that these two people did not exist, drew his sword and quickly slashed towards Ling Feng.

At this time, Ling Feng didn't have time to pay attention to the two, drew his sword out of the sheath, and fought with Gu Changqing.

It's just that although Ling Feng seems to be able to fight with Gu Changqing well and is evenly matched, the price is painful, not only is his right hand eroded by Aoki's true qi, but there are a few more gaps in the Qingfeng sword. Ling Feng glanced at it, and his face ached. He wasn't interested in competing for endurance with an innate powerhouse whose vitality was as tenacious as an evergreen tree.

So he took out a piece of silver from his waist, and in a flash his figure, he jumped to the door, and was about to go out.

When Gu Changqing saw this, the long sword in his hand stabbed straight ahead, and the tip of the sword shot out a burst of cyan sword qi, which shot quickly towards Ling Feng's back heart.

Ling Feng turned around and threw the silver ingot, hitting the cyan sword qi.

There was a pop explosion, the blue light dissipated, and the silver powder splashed everywhere.

Ling Feng had already used his light skills and galloped away.

At this time, the black-robed middle-aged man who had been speechless suddenly raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said: "The dignified Evergreen Divine Sword, I can't even take a martial artist in the internal force realm, I blush for you! If I were you, mixed up with this, I would have wiped my neck with a knife a long time ago!"

"Yu Wenyan, you don't blow nonsense, you and I are only half a catty and eight taels! It's still early before the agreed time of three days, I will definitely hold him, you just wait and see!"

Gu Changqing sneered, after he finished speaking, he turned around and left.

At this time, the white-clothed scholar said, "Elder Yuwen, why don't we just save Ling Daxia?" Although his skills are not as good as those of the innate master, they are not much different. But after all, he is not congenital, he can't communicate with heaven and earth, his true qi is endless, and in two days, he is likely to be exhausted and die in Gu Changqing's hands. ”

Yu Wenyan said lightly: "He can compete head-on with Gu Changqing at a young age, how arrogant is this kind of genius? Saving him now is just a small favor, not worth mentioning." Only when he really reaches the desperate situation of life and death, at this time it is a life-saving grace to recover him!"

"Elder Yuwen is smart!"

The white-clothed scholar looked admiring, but he still had some doubts, and said, "But can he really last for three days?"

Yu Wenyan smiled faintly and said, "Our Qingjiao Gang and the White Tiger Gang are rivals of life and death, do you need to talk to Gu Changqing about credit, wait for three days?"

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Yellow mud official road, the sky is dusk.

A pair of young men and women rode horses and rushed to Nantong County.

The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a red dress and carrying a long sword, she suddenly reined in her horse and said loudly: "Senior brother, look ahead!"

The yellow-shirted young man with the sword next to him looked into the distance, his expression was slightly stunned, because a blue-shirted young man who was rushing towards him appeared in his eyes, and he was still ten zhang away just now, and in the blink of an eye, he was three feet away in front of him, and he saw that this person was about to be hit by the black horse under his crotch.

Suddenly, he felt that his body was light, and the person involuntarily flew out and fell into the field next to him.

The yellow-faced young man in the blue shirt smiled at him and threw out a white ball of paper that landed at his feet.

"This is the money to buy a horse, thank you brother Tai for giving the horse!"

After the yellow-faced young man finished speaking, he rode his horse and galloped away.

The woman in the red dress rode her horse and chased after her, shouting: "Hey, stop me, how can you grab a horse in broad daylight!"

The young man in the yellow shirt picked up the paper ball and spread it out to see that it was 100 taels of silver tickets, enough to buy a first-class horse, so he shouted: "Senior sister, stop chasing!"

He didn't make a mistake, that person was so fast, he must have far surpassed his martial arts, even more than the master of the martial arts hall, he didn't want to cause trouble. And the person's dress reminded him of one of the most famous heroes in Qinghe Martial Arts recently.

Seeing that she couldn't catch up, the woman in the red dress stopped the pursuit, turned around and rode her horse, and arrived in front of the young man in the yellow shirt.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a green shirt performed light skills, rushing to come, this person toe lightly, a little foot, extremely fast, but the demeanor is extremely leisurely, such as a leisurely walk, comfortable and leisurely.

Gu Changqing glanced at the two of them and said, "Did you two see a yellow-faced young man dressed in blue?"

The young man in the yellow shirt was about to say that he didn't know, but he heard the woman in the red dress say, "The thief stole our horse and went forward!"

Gu Changqing smiled slightly, hugged his fists and said, "Thank you, little girl!"

Then, with a flash of figure, he threw the woman in the red dress off her horse and rode away quickly.

At this time, the yellow-shirted young man said: "You shouldn't have said it just now, that blue-shirted young man should be the Soul Dementor Sword Lingyunling Hero!"

Since Ling Feng broke Feiyunzhuang, he left his name, and his reputation has spread even wider, and he has also added the nickname of the Soul Sword.

The woman in the red dress got up, patted the dust on her body, and snorted: "I don't care if he is a hero or not, who told him to rob our horse!"

"He's already given money!"

The young man in the yellow shirt took out the silver ticket, smiled bitterly, and then sighed: "If you don't say it, our last stable won't be snatched away!