There was a dead silence everywhere, and everyone looked at each other.

Xinling Jun stroking his palm and sighed: "The highest swordsman in the world is the one who calls himself Mr. Wuyou, the Jixia Academy of Qi State. He is known as the "Sword Saint". I didn't see how Cao Qiudao's swordsman is. But today I can only know what swordsmanship is. I am afraid that even if Cao Qiudao comes in person, he will be reluctant to give up."

It was not until this time that the Chu Mo travelers reacted and shouted: "Kill the Ye thief and avenge the master!"

Ye Feng held Zhao Qian in his arms, but was not in a hurry, and sighed softly: "The road to the Yellow Springs is so lonely, why do you have to die?" The green sword burst out with dazzling sword light. The one Dugu Jiujian is least afraid of is group battles.

No matter what he said, Chu Mo Walkers surrounded and killed him. In such a dangerous situation, the first idea was not to escape, but to avenge the talisman, which clearly wanted to have this life. Unfortunately, their opponent was Ye Feng.

After the cup of tea, most of Chu Mo Walker died, and Xinling Jun was shocked at the same time. With such swordsmanship, where would there be a rival in the world? His back was covered in cold sweat, and his long blue gown was soaked.

Behind him, Zhu Hai also widened his eyes.

The shock he was absolutely no smaller than Xinling Jun. He used to think that this kid was just relying on his magical artifact to dare to be so arrogant and domineering, but until now, he realized that he was wrong. Not only was he wrong, but he was also very outrageously wrong.

At the same time, he understood one thing even more. The Seven Killing Sword Formation formed by these forty-nine people was completely unnecessary. In any case, they would never be Ye Feng's opponent.

After a moment, the crisis was immediately resolved by the people who came to assassinate, the people who came to assassinate, and the crisis was immediately resolved. It was not until this time that Long Yang Jun came late. Xinling Jun exchanged tacit greetings with him, all of them were disguising.

Ye Feng shook his head, as if he saw two monkeys acting. Please, aren’t you actors? Of course he is not, so he was too lazy to cooperate with the performance. He waved to Xinlingjun and told him to listen to Xiang Shaolong and Zi Ling’s hiding place, and ordered him to welcome the two back immediately and bury Xiang Shaolong with a grand funeral.

When Xinling Jun heard this, a trace of resentment flashed across his eyes, which was obviously hating that Xiang Shaolong had the courage to abduct his concubine, but he smiled warmly like the wind: "Brother Ye, don't worry, everything is left to me."

"Thank you."

Ye Feng nodded lightly, hugged Zhao Qian and walked into the inner hall, preparing to heal her wounds.

Ji Yanran's angry voice sounded: "Young Master, you seem to have forgotten Yanran." His wonderful eyes were fluorescent, and they seemed to be angry and resentful, which made Ye Feng sigh in his heart that the man in the world who can withstand this eye wave might not have been born yet.

Ye Feng bowed and said, "Thank you Miss Yanran tonight. If it weren't for you, I really don't know how bad the situation would be."

Zhao Qian had a delicate little face a little pale, she barely opened her eyes like autumn water, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Yes, Brother Ye, if you don't have Sister Yanran, Qian'er still doesn't know if she can see you again."

Although the two are very close now, they are not familiar to this level, right? These words are easy to make people think about, Ye Feng smiled bitterly in his heart.

Sure enough, Ji Yanran's eyes emitted extremely complex colors. Seeing Ye Feng's crampage, she laughed out loud: "I don't want you to thank you. Yanran and Qian'er have gotten along very well these days. Now they have recognized Qian'er as their sister."

Ye Feng was stunned. Sister, it is easy for people to think that they are not good at preference? He looked down at Zhao Qian. Somehow, two flushings had already flown on his cheeks. He lowered his head, and was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak.

Ji Yanran said angrily: "I won't say it, it's better to heal Qian'er's injuries quickly."

Ye Feng, Ji Yanran, and Zhao Qian immediately walked into the undisturbed inner hall. Long Yangjun came to smooth things over and left. It took two hours to deal with the body in the mansion and rinse the blood, but the air was still filled with a faint smell of blood.

In the study, Xinling Jun put his hands behind his back, walking around in the study irritably, sometimes looking up at the bright moon in the sky and sometimes sighing, which shows that he is experiencing an unprecedented ideological struggle in his heart.

Bang!

A knock on the door sounded, and Xinling Jun said directly: "Come in."

Zhu Hai pushed the door and entered, Xinlingjun said, "Has the alive assassin been completely handled?" Zhu Hai nodded, Xinlingjun narrowed his eyes and said, "This may become a handle to control Longyangjun. Remember to hold them tightly in your hands!"

"No!" Zhu Hai responded heavily.

After dealing with these things, Xinling Jun seemed to have suddenly become aged teenagers and said dejectedly: "What do you think of this Ye Feng?"

Zhu Hai's body shivered and said, "I didn't think of him before, but I realized how outrageous he had been wrong tonight. Not only was this man invincible artifact, but his cultivation level was also invincible. Perhaps only the old sword saint of Jixia Academy could compete with him. Mo Jiang saw him fighting against Chu Mo Walkers, and he felt that his sword skills were magical, as if there were many people, and the sword skills became more and more advanced. It was really a rare strange thing in the world. I don't know who this man was."

Xinlingjun stood at the window, sighed softly, and said, "Yes, I also want to know who he is. Such a person cannot be used for me, a pity! He cannot be used for me, but I cannot be used for me, but I cannot be killed, a pity!"

Zhu Hai remained silent, and after a while, he suddenly asked: "Will the last general practice the Seven Killing Sword Formation be practiced next?"

Xinling Jun smiled without comment and said, "Zhu Hai, with the lesson of tonight, you should also understand, where is the Seven Killing Sword Formation needed? Is it useful for many people? Of course, it is useful for ordinary people, but our Mr. Ye is not an ordinary person."

There is a strong sense of reclusiveness in the words.

Zhu Hai narrowed his eyes, stomped his feet, and shouted: "It is God who succeeds, and it is up to others to plan. Although he cannot be used by the emperor, he will not be used by anyone. Why should the emperor do this?!"

Xinling Junru was shocked and immediately recovered from his despair and despair. A trace of hideousness flowed out of his handsome face and said confidently: "Zhu Hai, you are right! He can't use it for me, so he will never look down on anyone again. In this way, what's the difference between having him or not? You continue to train the team and adapt to the day of the Alliance Conference. Humph, I really don't believe that anyone can fight ten thousand!"

"No!" Xinlingjun, who had full confidence, waved his hand and Zhu Hai left.

Xinlingjun walked to the window and muttered, "What is your purpose if you don't use it for anyone?" Suddenly, he remembered that Ye Feng once told himself that he wanted to flatten the seven countries without bloodshed and unify the world.
Chapter completed!