On the mountain trail, Ling Feng held Song Yurou in one hand, and rode his horse with the reins in the other. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly, Ling Feng hugged her tightly, tapped the saddle on his toes, and flew up the mountain.

And the horse was still galloping forward.

Even if someone follows him, he will be temporarily thrown off by his trick.

Ling Feng only touched the ground with his toes, and continued to fly lightly, reaching the depths of the mountains and forests.

At this time, Song Yurou's face was already flushed, and she said hatefully: "Where are you grabbing it?"

Only then did Ling Feng suddenly feel the softness in his hand and hurriedly let go.

At this time, he didn't pay attention to Song Yurou anymore, his spiritual power was consumed too much, it was like he hadn't slept for three days, he was very uncomfortable, and he fell asleep leaning against the tree.

After about an hour, Song Yurou finally rushed out of the acupoint, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and said with a smile: "Finally let me get the opportunity!"

She quietly approached Ling Feng, reached out and groped around Ling Feng's face for a moment, and began to tear the human skin mask, just halfway through it.

Suddenly, Ling Feng suddenly opened her eyes, bent his fingers, and sealed several key points in front of her.

Song Yurou immediately regretted it very much, she knew that she should have ordered his acupoint first.

Immediately, Ling Feng put on the mask, took off the water bag on his waist and drank water, and then untied the small burden on his back, took out two flatbreads and ate them.

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In the afternoon, the sun is shining, Qiufeng Town, Yuxi County.

The streets are bustling with traffic, and many vendors are desperately shouting and selling fruits.

A yellow-faced young man in a blue shirt and carrying two swords walked slowly down the street, followed by a delicate scholar with fine skin and tender flesh.

Ling Feng turned around and said, "Can you not follow like a kraft candy?" I have now unlocked your acupoint, you can go!"

Song Yurou smiled: "Who said I followed you?

At this time, a dirty, about eleven or twelve-year-old boy walked up, holding a broken bowl in his left hand, and said pitifully: "Uncle, I haven't eaten all day, you can do it, give me something to eat!"

"Okay, wait a minute!"

Ling Feng smiled slightly, lowered his head and untied the money bag from his waist, and was about to take out a bit of broken silver.

A dagger suddenly fell from the cuff of the little boy's right hand, and it stabbed sharply into Ling Feng's chest.

The dagger did not flicker with cold light, and the whole body was pitch black, and you didn't need to think about it to know that it was caused by quenching poison, and once you saw blood, it was bound to be difficult to live.

Ling Feng seemed to have expected it, suddenly tightened his abdomen, bent his waist, dodged the fatal blow, and immediately reached out and hit the boy's right wrist, knocking the dagger away.

The little boy's face suddenly changed drastically and he fled in a hurry.

And Ling Feng didn't mean to pursue, and slowly put away the money bag.

Song Yurou looked at Ling Feng with a shocked expression, she asked herself if she had changed herself, maybe she fell under this dagger, so she asked, "You already saw that he was a killer?"

Ling Feng shook his head and said lightly: "This little boy should not have killed anyone, so he has no murderous aura, and he should have been specially trained to have a restrained killing intent, I didn't find anything abnormal." It's just that I've always liked to maliciously speculate about people's hearts and the world. ”

Song Yurou snorted: "Don't be complacent, this is just an appetizing dish, and there are ruthless tricks in the back." If you're scared, follow me to the Six Gates!"

Ling Feng smiled and said nothing, he had experienced much more plots in the sword battle rivers and lakes than this.

A moment later, an inn appeared in front of the two of them.

Before entering the inn, Ling Feng heard a commotion, it seemed that the guests were full, and it was very lively.

When the two walked into the inn, they saw an old man in white with a half-white beard and a red face, who was telling a story, and the spittle stars were flying, but the guests next to him didn't mind at all, they all listened attentively, because the old man in white was the blue-shirted hero who reappeared in the rivers and lakes, killed many masters of the White Tiger Gang in a row, and killed the four evils of Qingling, the legendary story of the Yu family.

Ling Feng just turned a deaf ear and casually found a place to sit down.

Song Yurou naturally sat opposite Ling Feng and said with a smile: "It seems that your reputation has become a household name. ”

Ling Feng didn't have the slightest sense of pride, because the people's will is too easy to be swayed by public opinion, and now he is a hero in the eyes of others, maybe after a while, he will become a Jiangyang thief, a murderer.

Then Xiao Er came over and said, "Shaoxia, what do you want?"

Ling Feng put down a silver ingot and said lightly: "A roast duck, two catties of beef, and three side dishes." ”

Xiao Er took a bite of the silver, looked happy, and said with a smile: "Okay, you wait, I'll come right away." ”

Song Yurou smiled: "Another pot of good wine!"

At this time, the old storyteller continued to speak.

Seeing that the Xue Liang sword blade of the Yu family condensed the sword was only a few feet away from the body of the blue-shirted hero, it was too late, it was too fast, and I saw a brilliant cyan sword light flashing, and there was an extra blood line on the neck of the Yu brothers, and they fell to the ground and died. Do you say that the blue-shirted hero is only about twenty years old, even if he practices in his mother's womb, his skills will not be as profound as those top masters who have been famous for many years, but why can he kill the Yu family who has defeated many top masters with one sword, as well as Wu Lie, the mountain split?" The old man said at a critical time, but he stopped and whetted everyone's appetite.

A shirtless burly man with a big knife on the table said, "Old man, why do you say?"

The old man smiled: "My mouth is a little dry, if any of you invites me to drink some wine, I will tell you." ”

The burly man suddenly shouted: "Little Er, why don't you go and bring a pot of wine to the old man!"

Xiao Er immediately smiled: "Okay, I'll be here soon!"

After a while, the old man drank a sip of wine, and his eyebrows immediately fluttered, and he said with a smile: "Of course, it is because he has learned the legendary soul sword technique. It is said that more than 200 years ago, there was an evil master who called himself the Soul Dementor Demon Lord to create a soul dementor sword technique, which killed countless righteous path masters. The power of this swordsmanship has nothing to do with internal strength, and the emphasis is on killing to cultivate the evil qi killing intent, the sword edge has not arrived, the evil qi goes first, and the soul is seized, so that people have no power to resist and fall under his sword. ”

Everyone suddenly realized, and the burly man said: "If I practice this set of swordsmanship, I will definitely become a generation of heroes!"

The people next to him suddenly teased: "Lao Hu, you are a bit of a dealer, and you just bully those defenseless women and children, and you still want to be a hero!"

When the old man had finished speaking, he took the wine, drank it, and staggered away.

At this time, Song Yurou suddenly got up and said loudly: "Do you want to know how the dementor sword technique is practiced?"

Ling Feng looked at Song Yurou with wide eyes, and secretly said that something was wrong.

Sure enough, I only heard Song Yurou say: "This blue-shirted hero is sitting opposite me, if you want a sword spectrum, you can just find him." ”

Ling Feng could only smile bitterly, it was indeed the most poisonous woman's heart, the more beautiful a woman was, the more her heart was wilted.

Everyone glanced at Ling Feng, but they all turned their eyes away, looking uninterested.

Song Yurou looked puzzled: "Why don't you believe it?

At this time, the shirtless burly man said: "You scholar, you don't study hard, you have to pretend to be a blue-shirted hero to cheat! The blue-shirted hero is my idol, if you dare to talk nonsense, be careful that I cut you with a knife!"

Ling Feng was also stunned, these customers in the inn must have taken the wrong script, how did he become an impostor?

Song Yurou asked, "Then how do you know that he is a fake?"

"Of course I know that I saw him an hour ago, drank at this inn, and killed several members of the White Tiger Gang. ”

The burly man said with a smug face, pointed at Ling Feng as he spoke, and said with a look of disdain: "The blue-shirted man is nine feet tall, tall and mighty, handsome and extraordinary! ”

"Hahaha!" Song Yurou chuckled, laughed so hard that her stomach hurt, and lay on the table. It didn't achieve its goal, but it had the same effect. She just couldn't get used to Ling Feng's indifferent and calm look, as long as she could hit him, she was very happy.

And the corners of Ling Feng's mouth twitched slightly, hey, the world is unpredictable!