Hearing He Qingfeng's words is conclusive, it doesn't seem like he is lying, but my grandfather became famous very early, and He Qingfeng was still very young when he became famous, which is obviously not in line with common sense.

"I don't believe it, don't say that you designed these tricks when you were a little baby!" Zhuo Yifan said disdainfully.

"Well, blame me for not making it clear. At the beginning, it was Yang Yang Wu who secretly leaked part of the swordsmanship to Mu Liangsheng in the form of a manuscript, and before the Huangya Bang competition a few years ago, I also leaked some of the swordsmanship to him. Yang Yang Wu and I were both sent over secretly, and Mu Liangsheng never knew who was helping him. Now you understand, right?"

Hearing He Qingfeng's explanation, Zhuo Yifan could still accept it, his grandfather would definitely not be in the same league as Yang Yang Wu and He Qingfeng, if he leaked his swordsmanship moves in an anonymous form, it was possible.

What's more, Zhuo Yifan found that the Mu family's swordsmanship had too much contrast in front, like two swordsmanship that were separated, and even contradicted each other. He was very curious when he was practicing, but his grandfather had died by then, and he couldn't figure out why.

Now that He Qingfeng said this, he suddenly became enlightened, it turned out that this was the reason.

"You are so despicable, each secretly supporting the people of the rivers and lakes, so that their martial arts are equal, fighting each other, and you are reaping the benefits of the fisherman. Zhuo Yifan said angrily.

"Of course, if you want to manipulate the people in the rivers and lakes, we must achieve a general balance among the various sects in the rivers and lakes, so that we can check and balance each other, otherwise one family will dominate and will inevitably endanger our interests. He Qingfeng said with a smile.

"You guys, hmph, now that you're finally admitting that you're in league with Yang Yanwu?"

He Qingfeng shook his head, "No, no, no, we used to be a group, but after all, we were not a group, he was just my pawn." ”

"Hmph, I don't need your swordsmanship, I'll kill you anyway!" said Zhuo Yifan using the swordsmanship taught by Zen Master Huiyuan of Bodhi Temple and began to deal with He Qingfeng.

Although He Qingfeng had a wooden sword in his hand, when it collided with the blood-drinking sword, it made a clanging sound, just like a normal metal sword, and it was obvious that the wood of the wooden sword was not a simple and common wood.

The two swords attacked each other, sparks flew everywhere, and the sound was like a bell.

Just when the two were fiercely attacking, Zhuo Yifan obviously felt that there was something strange in the blood-drinking sword, and a powerful energy fermented and expanded in the sword body, as if he wanted to rush out of the sword body.

Zhuo Yifan knew that another blood dragon was about to come out, although all nine of them had already come out again.

Not only Zhuo Yifan sensed the abnormality, but even He Qingfeng also sensed the change in the blood-drinking sword, looking at the crimson sword body, like blood, He Qingfeng did not have any fear.

In order to force the blood dragon in the sword out, Zhuo Yifan launched a more fierce attack on He Qingfeng, and the frequency of the two swords hitting each other became more and more frequent, the speed became faster and faster, and the intensity became more and more fierce.

And He Qingfeng didn't restrain himself, he also stepped up his efforts, as if he also wanted to force the blood dragon out as soon as possible.

Just as the two of them were fighting in the dark, the surrounding mountains suddenly shook, and two blood dragons suddenly flew out of the blood-drinking sword.

Zhuo Yifan looked at it, and it turned out to be the eldest prisoner Niu and the second child, they were majestic, with their teeth and claws, constantly stroking the strings, and making loud noises.

Zhuo Yifan didn't have any fear of them, but pointed the blood-drinking sword at He Qingfeng on the opposite side.

Seeing this, the two blood dragons rushed straight to He Qingfeng.

He Qingfeng hurriedly beckoned to the disciples of the Bashan faction, only to see that the disciples of the Bashan faction immediately spread out on both sides, leaving a avenue in the middle.

As soon as the avenue opened, a strong smell of blood continued to spread, and the two blood dragons also stopped attacking He Qingfeng, but instead inhaled the smell of blood towards the greedy craving.

On that avenue, a hundred and ten people suddenly appeared, and they were all holding a huge iron pot together, because they were all held above their heads, Zhuo Yifan didn't see what was in the pot, but he smelled the smell of blood getting heavier and heavier.

Is there no blood in the iron pot?

Zhuo Yifan guessed that judging from the current situation, it was very possible.

The two blood dragons looked very excited, and they still hung above their heads with their eyes closed, inhaling the smell of blood.

The men slowly placed the iron pot on the ground and quickly left.

Zhuo Yifan found that there was half a pot of blood in the iron pot, and the smell was not like cow blood, pig blood or other animal blood, but human blood, because the bloody taste of human blood is still very different from the taste of other animal blood.

Shouldn't He Qingfeng kill a lot of people and get their blood into the pot?

Before Rong Zhuo Yifan could think clearly, the two blood dragons flew towards the iron pot in a flash, and then pressed their mouths against the pot noodles and drank the blood to their heart's content.

They drank blood and shook their bodies, so uncomfortable, completely devoid of the evil appearance just now.

After a short time, the two blood dragons drank all the blood in the iron pot.

Then they circled around the top of everyone's heads, spun twice, and then burrowed into the blood-drinking sword again.

The scene returned to dead silence, and everyone looked at it in amazement, as if they were in a mythical world.

The blood-drinking sword in Zhuo Yifan's hand also returned to a quiet state, and there was no longer any abnormal sound inside.

Seeing this, He Qingfeng laughed, his face full of pride.

"I knew there were blood dragons coming out, don't they like to drink blood? You see, after they are full, they become earthworms, they are not aggressive, Zhuo Yifan, you can't hurt me with the blood-drinking sword!"

"Sure enough, he is cunning, everything has been prepared in advance!" Zhuo Yifan replied.

"Well, I've always been ready to go to war. Do you know what kind of blood is in that pot?" He Qingfeng asked with a smile.

"It must be human blood, I can smell it. ”

"It's worthy of being the owner of the blood-drinking sword, so do you know what kind of human blood it is?"

"What kind of blood?"

"The blood of those who have lost their treasures of gold and silver. He Qingfeng said proudly.

"You sent men to rob them of their money and killed them!"

"Otherwise, without money, they will drink the northwest wind! I can't just watch them suffer with nothing, which we Bashan faction very much don't want to see. He Qingfeng sighed.

Hearing this, Zhuo Yifan really admired He Qingfeng's shamelessness, depriving others of the opportunity to live, and pretending to think about them, shameless to the point of no return.

"He Qingfeng, you claim to be a savior, how can you kill the people at will?"

He Qingfeng said impatiently: "Here it is again, since I am already a savior, then of course I can control their lives, otherwise, why should I be a savior, it's ridiculous!"