The world is like chess, even if you can take the lead step by step, you may not be able to see the future step by step.

"Butterfly Valley Medical Immortal" Hu Qingniu died, and the news of his death had already come before Jiang Feng left the boundary of Chang'an Mansion.

As long as you have money, someone will always be willing to provide you with a piece of information that is not shocking and secret, let alone a professional organization like Yuelai Inn.

After learning the news, Jiang Feng's face suddenly became ugly. It was a spoiled milk-like color, gloomy and white.

Although no knowledgeable Jianghu people dared to make trouble at the Yuelai Inn, Jiang Feng's face made the guy who provided the news feel a chill gushing out from the bottom of his feet, straight to the heavenly spirit.

"Okay, very good, Mother-in-law Jinhua, Purple Shirt Dragon King, Dai Xisi, the next time we meet, it will be your death!"

As soon as Hu Qingniu died, Jiang Feng refused to run thousands of miles for a meaningless revenge, and Jiang Feng immediately turned around and headed for Lingzhou.

Shaanzhou to the west out of Lingzhou, must go to Hanzhong.

Hanzhong is located in the southwest of Shaanzhou, the upper reaches of the Hanjiang River, north of the Qinling Mountains, south of the Pingba Mountain, the terrain is high in the north and south, low in the middle, and the middle is the Hanzhong Basin. The terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is rich in products, and it has always been a major fortress leading to Guanzhong in Shuzhou and Lingzhou.

And as such a dangerous place where the border stoppers meet, merchants and travelers have also achieved prosperity here.

Because of the difficult terrain, there is no need for tall city walls, but the wide gates undoubtedly tell the prosperity and flow of people here.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are mountains, there are bandits.

For the vast majority of thieves, a man with fine skin and tender flesh like Jiang Feng, a pure white brocade robe, a long sword with a belt, and a childish spirit that has not completely faded is really a big fat sheep.

After seeing the tall city gate of Hanzhong from a distance, Jiang Feng on the trail suddenly stopped.

The trail is lined with woods, and the dead branches that fall year after year feed countless homeless widows and woodcutters who make a living. The scorching sun at the head emitted a "buzzing" light, shining through the dense leaves, shining in front of and behind the river breeze.

"Stop!"

In the blink of an eye, two small thieves suddenly burst out from behind a big tree in front of them. One of them had a boning knife used by pig killers, and the other a long hoe.

said that it was a bandit, but in fact, it was just two children who looked younger than Jiang Feng!

The boy with the hoe was tall and thin, and although he looked young, his eyes were bright and clear.

As for the other child with the knife, he was slightly short, and on his slightly dark face, a pair of thief eyes turned around between Jiang Feng's cuffs and waist bag, obviously looking at how much oil and water Jiang Feng's "fat sheep" had on him.

Jiang Feng looked at the two who were a little nervous with a smile at this time, and said with a smile: "The two of you are young, you can pass through the Han Dynasty, you must not be unknown, it's good to report a name?"

"My name is Xiaohu, his name is ......"

Before the boy with the hoe had finished speaking, the boy with the knife stepped forward, pressed it with one hand, gagged him and shouted: "You are stupid!

At this moment, the little tiger seemed to understand instantly, with a look of remorse, staring at Jiang Feng cautiously and angrily, and shouted inwardly: "Good boy, you dare to talk to me, hurry up and hand over the money, otherwise, we will beat you!"

"What's the matter, let's do it first!"

With that, the boy took the boning knife and stabbed it diagonally. Although he doesn't know martial arts, he can see that he has practiced some actions such as swinging a knife. Although this knife is not exquisite, at least it is also tiger and tiger, and it does not drag mud and water.

"Ahh

It was an exclamation from Xiaohu.

He was an ordinary country boy, forced by his livelihood, so he and his best friend did this trick. I thought I had met a good fat sheep, but I didn't know that it was just a wolf in sheep's clothing.

At this time, Jiang Feng's right hand stretched out and was held high upward, with a chilling boning knife between his index and middle fingers. His face was still a flat smile, and in stark contrast to the child opposite, his face was already full of blood-swelling color, and it was obvious that he could not exert more than half of his strength.

At this time, Jiang Feng's right hand twisted, and his two fingers were wrenched, only to hear the sound of "poof", and the boning knife actually pulled off a half-inch long cut off for Jiang Feng.

The force of the violent shock instantly bounced the child away, and he took three steps back in a row, only then did his feet become unstable and he fell to the ground fiercely. The boning knife in his hand naturally didn't know where it went.

"Little fish!"

At this time, the little tiger didn't care about the fear caused by the two fingers breaking the half-inch-long tip of the knife, and the two strode in front of Jiang Feng and the little fish, holding the hoe tightly in his hand, as long as Jiang Feng took another half a step forward, he would not hesitate to fight with it.

"You're not afraid of me?"

Jiang Feng asked lightly, although he didn't make any movements, but in the eyes of the two of them at this time, he was already the most terrifying existence in the world.

"I'm afraid. ”

The little tiger replied cleanly.

"Then you don't hurry up and get out of the way, it was him who did it to me just now, not you, if you dodge now, maybe I'll let you live. ”

A person's life is only once, and Jiang Feng's words gave Xiaohu two choices, the choice of life and death.

At this time, Xiaohu looked at the little fish behind him, suddenly turned his head, mustered up all his strength and yelled at Jiang Feng: "You are not allowed to go over, otherwise, I will fight with you!"

The thumb of Jiang Feng's left hand slowly stretched out, and the hilt of the sword was cocked slightly, revealing the sword body that exuded murderous intent and cold aura.

Suddenly the wind rose in the forest, and rolled up the fallen leaves, and rolled up the yellow sand.

Xiaohu was still staring at Jiang Feng tightly, in his eyes, Jiang Feng was no longer a person, but an ice sculpture, an ice sculpture that exuded boundless cold. The cold air emanated from the inside out, emanating from his heart, and traveled all over his body, until he shivered all over his body.

"Poof!"

Jiang Feng's long sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and the blue light flashed, taking away a strand of hair from the little tiger's forehead. Growing up, he had never felt the proximity of death so closely.

"I, I, I ......"

"Can you get out of the way now?" Jiang Feng said lightly.

"No, I won't!"

"Little Tiger!"

Jiang Feng suddenly smiled, he walked forward slowly, Xiaohu was already unable to move at this time, as if he had been hit by the immobilization method, but he still stood there, never wavering.