For Jianghu people, money is not everything, but without money, it is absolutely impossible.

If you want to deal with Huangquan Ransom Night Ji, you only rely on Jiang Feng himself, even if there are great benefits, Jiang Feng is never willing to joke with his own life.

Fortunately, Jiang Feng obtained from the treasures of Tianning Temple that there were countless treasures left by Emperor Yuan of Liang Wangfu in the past. Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there is money, there are people who kill people for money.

The Joy Inn is indeed a very magical place, and no one knows his true origin and the owner behind it. I only know that where there are rivers and lakes, there is Yuelai Inn, and where there is Yuelai Inn, there are few things that gold can't buy.

The problem that can be solved with money has never been a big problem for Jiang Feng. A mere sum of gold was exchanged for a message, or rather, the news of a butterfly who loves money.

After killing thirty fast horses in a row, Jiang Feng finally crossed nearly half of the Northern Regions on the fourteenth day and arrived at his destination, Yinchuan Butterfly Valley.

As the No. 1 swordsman in the Northern Regions and the most expensive killer in the world, this Yinchuan Butterfly Valley is really like a difference between the Yinchuan Butterfly Valley and Hu Qingniu's Butterfly Valley.

If Hu Qingniu's Butterfly Valley is a small paradise in the mountains, then this Yinchuan Butterfly Valley is a real giant valley.

"A hundred taels of meetings, a thousand taels of conversations, expensive trading, and free killing. ”

In front of the only passage in Yinchuan Butterfly Valley is a huge ancient tree, whose branches have been polished smooth and slippery by the vicissitudes of wind and rain for a hundred years. Sixteen large bright red characters are written in the most eye-catching places on the ancient trees.

Jiang Feng didn't break in recklessly, maybe there were many people who had done this before, and the consequence was that they all became dead.

It was a golden silver ticket, and the silver ticket of Yuelai Money Village was not only beautiful, but also the most reputable and difficult to forge in the world. Like this golden silver ticket, it is not silver, but yellow, orange and orange gold.

The strength in Jiang Feng's hand spit out, and three silver tickets worth 10,000 taels of gold in a row had been shot into the Butterfly Valley by Jiang Feng like a hidden weapon.

"Gold, I smell gold. Pure, long, as if sealed for a hundred years of fine wine, you don't have to taste it to be able to feel its fragrance. ”

It was a voice that seemed to have just woken up, intoxicated and lazy, and at first heard, it seemed like a whisper in the ear. But in detail, there is no trace, and it seems that the entire Butterfly Valley is the source of this sound.

"People outside the valley, your gold is very satisfying to Butterfly-king, let's say, who is going to die under Butterfly-king's knife!"

At this time, Jiang Feng heard what Butterfly Jun said, and immediately said unhurriedly: "Don't dare, I don't want Butterfly Jun to kill someone, but I hope that Butterfly Jun can help save someone!"

"Saving people, that's not what a killer should do. The bad guy has the spirit of the bad guy, the rules have the eyebrows of the rules, the killer has the angle of the killer, and the game has the charm of the game. Butterfly-kun will only kill people if he takes money, not save people!"

"Butterfly Jun is not in a hurry, and let me finish speaking. Recently, there has been a mysterious murderous master in the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains, called Huangquan Ransom Night Ji, who is afraid that he will split the rudder of the Hengshan faction within half a month. I was entrusted by someone to come and ask Butterfly Jun to take action and rudder for Hengshan to pass through this catastrophe, I don't know what Butterfly Jun wants?"

"Yellow Springs Redeem the Night Hime...... Okay, Butterfly-kun will go to meet her for a while, but Butterfly-kun's way to solve the problem is the end of life. Now, you can leave, this sentence, even if Butterfly Jun gives it away for free. ”

Seeing this, Jiang Feng understood in his heart that the Butterfly Jun at this time was probably not acquainted with Danfeng Gongsun Yue. Otherwise, no matter how much gold and silver he had, it would be impossible to ask him to help.

"Slow ......"

Jiang Feng did not intend to leave in between.

"Why, do you still have anyone to kill, from the next sentence onwards, Butterfly-kun's words won't be free!"

"It's nothing, but I still have to remind you that from today, there are only about sixteen days. ”

Silence, a long silence, Jiang Feng understood that this was by no means the silence brought by Butterfly Jun who felt troubled. The source of this silence is just that Jiang Feng did not pay for Butterfly Jun's words.

One thing was basically completed, and Jiang Feng's mood was much better. However, just as Jiang Feng had just taken a few steps, he suddenly saw a group of strange-looking monks coming straight in his direction from a distance.

It is said that they are weird, but although they have bald heads, they are all wearing monk's robes that are completely different from those of Zen Tantra. It is said that it is a monk's robe, and the material like coarse linen is draped over the hardcover men in an extremely rough style.

"Hey, that kid, grandpa asked you, is it the Yinchuan Butterfly Valley in front?"

The opening was a fat swarthy man with a round face, broad knuckles, calloused skin, and a faint sweat on his forehead. It can be seen that this is a man who is not at home in the heat of foreign kung fu.

"Boy, grandpa, good, good!"

Jiang Feng's voice was low and slow, and the expression on his face was like a stone sculpture made by the wind, without the slightest fluctuation.

"What's good, you kid, there's something wrong with your head! Come on, come on, let grandpa teach you a good lesson!"

With that, the man took several successive big strides, the ring finger and little finger of his right hand curled up, and the thumb, index finger, and middle finger were clasped into claws. A probe is like a tiger descending from a mountain, and it is unstoppable towards the river wind.

"Shaolin Mighty King Kong Finger, yes, some heat!"

The inevitable blow failed to make a difference, coupled with Jiang Feng's slightly contemptuous mockery, which made a wave of anger welling up in the hearts of the people. Forget all about Jiang Feng's attack that he had just taken a light step.

"Wait!"

It was a leading monk who spoke, and his official words were extremely awkward, and when he heard it, he knew that he had not dealt with the outside world all year round. However, although his voice was not loud, it instantly stopped the figure of the man who shot towards Jiang Feng.

"Hi ......"

With a soft sigh, the river breeze drifted slowly.

"Elder, that kid just now might know the specific location of Yinchuan Butterfly Valley. Legend has it that there is gold everywhere, so why don't we arrest him and torture him?"

"Nam no Amitabha Night, Taga Dora ......"

"Elder, you ......"

Before he could finish his words, the blood that suddenly spurted out of his throat took away every ounce of strength in his body. Although there is a lot of gold in Yinchuan Butterfly Valley, every penny of gold is stained with countless blood, and if you want to take them away, you always have to pay some price.