The appearance of the hundred miles of wind quickly ended the battle in the north courtyard of the East Factory, and I don't know how long it was, what happened in the meantime, but when Ling Feng woke up, he found himself in a secret room, which was surrounded by walls, and only one of the walls was flickering with a faint firelight.

"This is ......" Ling Feng, who had just woken up, opened his eyes dimly, and everything in front of him made him sleepy.

"Ah......" Ling Feng just wanted to get up and grope for it, but there was a sharp pain in his abdomen. Ling Feng took his hand away and looked down, at this time, there was still blood flowing out of his abdomen, and the wound had already suppurated.

"Hundred miles long wind......" Ling Feng remembered the scene just now, hated that sanctimonious guy, hated him to the core, and cursed through gritted teeth. Meng He came out of nowhere, he was already notorious, and he didn't care what others thought of him. is the hypocrite who has a long wind, and in front of outsiders, he is a respected hero.

"Click!click!" Ling Feng only realized at this time that his feet were already locked by thick iron chains, and Ling Feng pulled vigorously for a while, but found that he could not sense the true qi in his body at all now.

"This, what's going on?!" Ling Feng spread his palms, feeling so helpless for the first time, and asked himself countless times in his heart.

"......" Just when Ling Feng was struggling helplessly, a stone door appeared on the stone wall in front of him, and the stone door was slowly rising and opening. Knowing that someone had come in, Ling Feng suddenly stopped struggling and pretended to be still drowsy. Now that he can't use his true qi, he can't fight the enemy. Ling Feng chooses to respond to all changes and see what the enemy wants to do.

The door opened, and the person who came in was Meng He and several of his attendants. Meng He, whose face was wrapped in gauze, walked up to Ling Feng with a fierce face.

"Wang Ba Lamb just doesn't know how powerful Lao Tzu is, Lao Tzu wants you to die, you will definitely not survive tonight!" Thinking of the slap he was slapped by Ling Feng, Meng He still remembered the grudge in his heart. It's very important not to kill Ling Feng, who is now the prisoner of the lower rank in front of him, to relieve the hatred in his heart.

"Bring it!" Meng He roared, turned sideways, and took out a large knife from the waist of the guard beside him. The fierce raised arm swung the knife, pointing directly at the top of Ling Feng's head.

"Qianhu, be merciful!" The entourage around him immediately pulled his arm and pulled his arm, and stroked the knife with the knife, and dissuaded the impulsive Meng He. Each of them knew the resentment in Meng He's heart, but they also knew that Ling Feng, the supreme martial arts being, still had the value of existence.

"Let it go! Do you want me to kill you too?!" Meng He, who was angry, relied on the advantage of his body and strong strength to break free. With wide eyes and a wide open mouth, he yelled angrily at the subordinates around him.

"Meng He, what do you want to do?!" At this moment, a very serious voice suddenly came from outside the door, and the tone of his voice seemed to be blaming Meng He.

The sound was so shocking that Meng He paused for a moment, then turned his eyes and glared at the person behind him. said unceremoniously, as if questioning, "Hundred miles of Changfeng, what are you doing here!? Don't forget that this is the scope of the East Factory, you are no longer needed here, where did you come from!"

"Presumptuous!" The hundred-mile long wind roared angrily, turning into a mass of figures and quickly flashing past Meng He!

"Smack!" A big mouth slapped Meng He's gauze-wrapped face.

"You!" was slapped in the mouth by the six doors in his own territory, Meng He was even more unconvinced, his eyes were bloodshot and he stared at the hundred miles of wind with the eyes of an enemy.

"What are you doing in a daze! Give it to Lao Tzu and kill this guy with six doors!" Meng He, who was angry, had already forgotten everything he had said before, and just wanted to get back his face. Meng He raised his knife, and the Jinyi guards around him all hesitated. In addition to being afraid of the martial arts of the hundred miles of long wind, more of them believe that the brocade guard Qianhu in front of them is just a gimmick, and they have long lost their real power.

"Don't stop him, let him come!" Baili Changfeng looked around and shouted in a commanding tone, and suddenly the surrounding brocade-clothed guards stood motionless one by one.

"Hundred Miles Long Wind ......" Meng He recklessly slashed at the Hundred Miles Long Wind standing in front of Ling Feng with a big knife.

"I really didn't expect that you were just a reckless man, thanks to me for designing such a good game for you, it seems that you are not blessed to enjoy it!" Seeing that Meng He was still unrepentant, Baili Changfeng also shook his head helplessly.

"Ah......" Meng He jumped in one step, holding the big knife in both hands and slashing head-on.

"Smack!" The hundred-mile long wind rose into the air faster, and slapped Meng He's abdomen with a palm, and a powerful internal force hit Meng He's body, and suddenly Meng He's back bones bulged, and the clothes on his body were also torn.

"Poof......" Meng He's eyes were abrupt, the corners of his mouth grew long, and the green tendons on his forehead flare. A pool of blood was sprinkled in the air, and he also fell to the ground, and he no longer had the strength to stand up.

"Qianhu!" Occasionally, a few subordinates who were worried about Meng He's safety couldn't help but shout loudly.

"Don't worry about him!" Baili Changfeng immediately said coldly, and the few people who were just about to leave were stopped by the order. Baili Changfeng slowly walked in front of Meng He, who was powerless to resist, and stood on tiptoe to crush Meng He's palm.

"If it weren't for the fact that there was some use in keeping you, I would definitely kill you reckless man with my own hands today!" Baili Changfeng looked at Meng He at his feet with a hideous face, and said disdainfully. And Meng He no longer had the strength to resist, not even the strength to cry out in pain, so he had to grit his teeth and endure it.

"No one is allowed to come here again without my order!!!!" Baili Changfeng turned around and looked at a group of cowering brocade guards behind him. In the posture of a "chief", he gave a death order.

"Listen ......"

"Whew!" just then, a man in a nightsuit rushed into the dark room with the speed of the wind.

"Who!" The panicked Baili Long Wind immediately turned around, but the speed was still a step too late, and he only felt the man pass in front of him.

"Stop him!" The masked man had a clear goal, and in an instant, he had already resisted the "sleepy" Ling Feng on his shoulder, and several brocade guards around him were also knocked down by a few punches and kicks.

"Don't want to leave!" In just a few moves, Baili Changfeng knew what was so powerful about this person, but Ling Feng had to stay, this was a task that Emperor Hui gave to Baili Changfeng.

"Smack!" The hundred-mile long wind slapped a palm in his face, and the masked man carrying Ling Feng also responded with a palm. It seems that the masked man's palm power is even stronger, and the hundred-mile long wind, which has deep internal strength, was also beaten back a few steps back.

"Stand, stop, stop......" Meng He, who was lying on the ground, made a faint voice to block him.

"Hmph! damn it!" the masked man glanced down at Meng He, who was still breathing, and raised his foot without hesitation to step on it.

Meng He's neck was broken by a kick, and his head was buried in the ground.

The masked man escaped from the dark room with Ling Feng on his shoulder......

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