Although it is a boutique, the things in the store are not really valuable.

Yi Feng picked two pieces of glass here, which are the most transparent and the least valuable.

Immediately after, he put the package on his back on the table: "Are these enough?"

The shopkeeper opened it, gasped, and hurriedly said, "Too much, too much!" These silver ingots are at least fifty taels or more, but the glass that this young man chose is the most worthless kind. You know, glass was originally used for decoration, and the more transparent it is, the less people want it.

The two pieces chosen by this young man are worth seven or eight taels of silver at most, which is still more than a mile.

Yi Feng said with a smile: "It's okay, just sell me another polishing tool, and the extra silver will be given to you." ”

After taking the two pieces of transparent glass and the tools given by the shopkeeper, he turned and walked away, climbing the drum-shaped mountain. I cut two bamboos, and then polished them with tools against the glass pieces. Between his fingers, the lightning crackled, and the edges and corners shattered.

After carving it, he made a simple telescope, he stood on the top of the drum-shaped mountain, took the telescope, and looked in the direction of the south of the city under the mountain.

The courtyards came into his eyes through the glass, and he stood in the wind with a dragon slayer wrapped in coarse cloth on his back. On the Five Thunder Continent, there is no Confucianism, and there is no saying that "the body is skinned and received by the parents", and the hair is not short, but it is far from growing to the point of a woman.

Shoulder-length black hair fluttered in the wind, and his figure was as steady as a mountain, and on his right side of the sky, the sun was setting little by little. The gray city walls, the quiet streets, the dead gray murderous aura, and the indelible spring cold, they blend with each other to form a bleak and desolate picture.

The slow-moving telescope brought into his eyes the crowds of warriors gathered on the streets. Yi Feng was condescending, observing their movements and analyzing their trajectories. When it got dark, he began to descend the mountain, and the mountain road was winding, but he was in a straight line, like a swimming dragon, so that people could not even see the human figure clearly.

Avoiding all the fortresses, along an alley, antelopes flashed like horns. There were groups of warriors, armed with torches, rushing towards the north of the murderous street, Yi Feng climbed over the wall, followed the route designed in advance, lurked all the way, came to a flower building, and quietly climbed to the eaves.

He was on the eaves, holding a telescope, and looked out at a mansion in front of him. Around the mansion, there were many people with weapons coming and going, they were in groups of three or five, shouting at each other, some were steaming with wine, and some were galloping horses. The battle in the north had already begun at this time.

In the courtyard of the mansion, torches extend to both sides, and even the glass at the front end of the telescope seems to be burning. In the flickering firelight, a slender man with a hooked nose sat in a large chair in high spirits, listening to the disciple's report.

"Zhao Qingcheng really jumped over the wall in a hurry, and took the rest of the people to kill here!" the hook-nosed man sneered disdainfully.

This person was Cao Tai, the sect leader of the Divine Eagle Sect, the bridge of his nose poured out a dark shadow in the firelight, and his gaze revealed a deep killing intent. Beside him, there were three more people, one of whom was wearing a long robe, dressed as a scribe, and said with a smile: "Sect Master, don't worry, if you destroy the Flying Star Martial Arts tonight, the entire Wind Picking City will be ours." ”

The two people next to him are the two big helpers around Cao Tai, one is called Tang Meng, and the other is named Zhong Jiang, both of whom have the strength of the middle level of the secret level. At this moment, there were already many people on the side of the Divine Eagle Sect, and although there were also three secret-level Lei Xiu on the side of the Flying Star Martial Arts, on the side of the Divine Eagle Sect, the manpower arranged outside was already above the Flying Star Martial Arts, not to mention, Cao Tai, as the sect master, had reached the pivotal level.

Zhao Qingcheng, who is the young owner of the Flying Star Martial Arts family, is still a little worse than the secret level, and at this moment, relying on the little morale of being a mourning soldier and fighting for his life, he gathered all his manpower and killed desperately, but for the side of the Divine Eagle Sect, it was also exactly what he wanted.

The Flying Star Martial Arts has accumulated a lot of prestige in the past in the Wind Picking City, and only by completely destroying the Flying Star Martial Arts can the forces of the Wind Picking City no longer dare to act rashly. Once the Divine Eagle Sect truly becomes the head snake of Caifeng City, even if the imperial court sends a new Taishou, it can only follow their wishes everywhere.

"Zhao Bo is a fool, and when he gives birth to a son, he is just a fool!" Cao Tai picked up the tea on the plate of the kneeling maid beside him, and drank it casually, "I really think that it is still the era in the past when there were a few heroes and a few righteous battles, and some people gave a thumbs up and cheered to follow?" He was young, and he didn't know about current affairs like his father, but he didn't know that people like him died earlier than anyone else. ”

The scribe in the long shirt smiled: "It's no wonder that he has what kind of child, what kind of life has what kind of child, there is a father who is looking for death, and it is not strange that he himself died early." ”

Tang Meng said disdainfully: "There are still a few people who want to help today, but unfortunately most of them are goods that can't even reach the Flying Star Martial Arts." ”

Clashes had already begun to break out in the north, and thunder was rolling in their direction. Cao Tai sneered: "Although it is a dying struggle, but there is still something to see, you two should go too, remember, just leave a breath for that Zhao Qingcheng, let him kill in front of me, and Lao Tzu will personally send him to see his father!"

Tang Meng and Zhong Jiang answered, and walked forward together, Fang Zi walked out of Zhangxu, and in the darkness in the distance, a thunderclap sounded.

On the stone wall on the outside of the flower building perpendicular to the ground, a young man with a dragon-slaying knife on his back, the whole person is parallel to the earth, and the two feet burst out at the same time, and the whole person is like a cannonball. His body shuttled straight through the night, and the thunder that exploded behind him was like a tiger baring its hideous fangs.

The body that rushed forward, crossed the eaves, and the moment it fell, his left foot stepped out and hit the edge of the roof, followed by another explosion, and the young man's body further accelerated his speed, swept straight dozens of feet, and stepped on the hard ground with his right foot.

Boom, bursts of electric light, the figure accelerating again!

This is the third step.

Around the street, the warrior with a weapon in his hand turned his head subconsciously in the direction of the foot thunder explosion, but what he saw was only a flash of light, and he couldn't even see the figure of the young man.

The antelope hung its horns, the white horse passed through the gap, and the next moment, Yi Feng's body arched forward slightly, and with two booming sounds, it had passed through a whole street.

The warriors guarding in front of the gate, they saw the figure rushing towards them.

Obviously on the other side of the street, after two lightning bolts, they had already fallen between them, and the sword that was chopped and the spear that was stabbed out, although it was only a subconscious shot, there was no hesitation.

The boy didn't look at them, the dragon slayer knife on his back had been drawn, his eyes were fixed on the door, and the torch was at his side, like a red light swaying backwards.

The sixth thunderbolt flashed, and he rushed up the stairs and into the gate.

Two rays of thunder light followed Qi Qi's heavy drinking, attacking him, one was red, the other was orange, and it was Tang Meng and Zhong Jiang who attacked, they couldn't even see the appearance of the assassin, only saw the figure that suddenly pierced, fast as lightning, crazy as a flying dragon.

Rumble!

In front of them when their thunder was about to stagger, the ground was lit up again, and the last step of the young man stepped out, and at that moment, Tang Meng and Zhong Jiang already knew that their attack could not stop the assassin.

The teenager who could still accelerate again, in the sight of their scalp numbness, passed through their thunder method, boom, the thunder light exploded on the boy's back, but it helped the teenager to accelerate.

The dragon slaying knife that was drawn was raised high, and the blade shone brightly, aiming at the target in front of him.

In any case, I never thought that someone would be able to rush through the guards like this and rush in front of him. Cao Tai quickly drew his sword, and the thunder qi in his body worked instantly, and it was about to explode. In front of him, the blade with the thunderbolt had been slashed.

Obviously there is still a half-zhang blade, the dragon overlord's qi bursts, driven by the young man's five thunder righteousness, unstoppably swept forward, his heart is rampant like a dragon, his body is as vicious as a tiger, everything behind him is like nothing, the sword light splits down, and the sword qi roars.

Seven steps of thunder, one knife of dragon tyrant!

Looking back, Tang Meng and Zhong Jiang watched as the astonishing sword qi burst out and crashed into the main body of the sect where the sword had not yet been completely withdrawn. The figure passing by the sect master, the sword light converged, boom, the sect master's body suddenly exploded, the sword qi and thunder light, and the mysterious power exploded in the sect master's body, flying minced flesh, and the blood rain on the ground.

Seven steps to kill one!

Tang Meng, Zhong Jiang, and the warriors who rushed over all felt their heads thump, the color of electricity flashed among the fragmented flesh and blood, and the surrounding firelight seemed to freeze at this moment.

Until the young man who collected the knife stopped his back, the firelight was invariably flickering at the same time, exhaling, and the fire that suddenly rose in the depression was gloomy and weird, illuminating the blood and flesh that were rolling and sprinkling all over the ground.

Snap, the dead head, fell to the ground, rolled twice in the steaming blood, and everything was so quiet.