City Lord's Mansion, martial arts arena.
"drink!"
"ha!"
"Raise your hands and move quickly!"
"..."
Blacksmith Chen was sitting on the stone pier on the side of the martial arts field, watching Fengfeng practice swordsmanship with his new apprentices. Although he was pleased, there was a lingering worry in his eyes.
Nineteen years have passed, and both he and the widow Sister Wang have reached the age where they know their destiny, and their physical strength is not as good as before.
Wu is afraid of young people.
He is no longer his daughter's opponent. The new guards recruited by the city lord's mansion in the past two years are all being trained by Fengfeng.
Fortunately, his prestige was still there, and relying on this prestige, he shamelessly found an easy job in the kitchen for Sister Wang so that he could take care of her.
With his relatives by his side, Fengfeng taking over, and being better than his predecessor, logically speaking, he should be happy.
Tiejiang Chen sighed softly.
Suddenly, a burst of slightly messy footsteps came from behind him.
Tiejiang Chen immediately calmed down his expression, stood up and looked back.
Seeing a middle-aged man in a long gown approaching in a hurry, Tiejiang Chen quickly clasped his fists and saluted: "City Lord."
"Old teacher Xi, that evil cultivator is here again!"
The middle-aged man in a long gown looked solemn and his tone was anxious: "They are at the city gate right now!"
"What?"
Tiejiang Chen's expression changed slightly, "Aren't there still two days left?"
"Dad, is this the Qi Refining monk you mentioned before?"
When Fengfeng heard the noise, she sheathed her knife and came over. She hugged her fists towards the middle-aged man in a long gown and said, "Uncle Zhao."
"You're welcome, niece."
The city lord waved his hand and said: "You are right, he is the monk who talked so shamelessly before."
"City Lord, you must be careful about this matter."
Tiejiang Chen said worriedly: "I always feel that this person is different from the previous monks."
The city lord sighed slightly when he heard this: "In the past years, when monks have come to look for trouble, have they always treated them with caution?"
Fengfeng listened on the side, frowning slightly.
She also knew that monks often entered the city to cause trouble in Dushui City. Fortunately, they were all Qi-training monks who had not yet established their foundation.
Although people in this realm have spiritual power and physical strength far beyond ordinary people, their methods are ordinary.
Dad relied on his superb swordsmanship over the years to kill not fifty, but thirty Qi Refining monks.
Today, my father said the word "caution". What kind of opponent is he?
She tightened the weapon in her hand, murderous intent flashed in her eyes, and was about to speak, but Chen Tiejiang said first:
"Fengfeng, daddy is the one who takes action this time. You are watching in secret."
Tiejiang Chen said in a serious tone: "You are not allowed to use the knife without dad's permission. If you see something bad coming, you will immediately disperse and run away, do you hear me?"
Fengfeng bit her lower lip: "Dad, I am better than you now..."
"You are slightly better than me now, but if you meet a serious monk, what does this mean?"
Tiejiang Chen patted Fengfeng on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't worry, maybe dad is just overthinking it."
"Fengfeng, listen to your father."
The city lord smiled and said in a helpless tone: "If we are really unlucky, the older ones like us will die, and you young people must escape."
Fengfeng's face turned bitter, "Uncle Zhao, can't you say something auspicious?"
"No more, no more."
The city lord chuckled, and then straightened his expression: "In short, the old rule is to deceive him first, and then do it if it doesn't work."
After a while.
Blacksmith Chen and the city lord led a large group of people to the city gate.
Fengfeng mingled in the group at the back, looking past the people in front, she saw a jade chariot parked in the middle of the open space outside the door.
On both sides of the jade chariot, there were two men with strong auras standing on each side, both of whom had piercing eyes.
Fengfeng squinted her eyes slightly and felt a little chilled when she saw their bulging temples.
These four carriages
Yes, they are all masters!
She moved her eyes upward and landed on the feminine young man on the chariot who was concentrating with his eyes closed. She was about to observe it when she saw the feminine young man's eyes suddenly opened and he looked towards her.
Fengfeng's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately lowered her head and looked away. An inexplicable chill rose from the soles of her feet.
She finally understood where her father's "prudence" came from. The look in his eyes was so terrifying.
"City Lord Zhao, have you thought about it?"
The feminine young man spoke slowly: "As long as you hand over the magic weapon left by Zhao Qiong, I can consider letting you go."
The city lord looked coldly: "Your Majesty clearly said that you would give us three days to think about it, and only one day has passed."
"Only one day?"
The feminine young man rubbed his brows and smiled: "It's my fault for your bad luck. The time I have to sleep is exactly three days. But this time, I woke up early."
"Zhao, don't be so shameless!"
The bald man carrying the chariot sneered, "My master has never been so easy to talk to, this time it's for the sake of your ancestors.
Those who know the truth should hand over the treasure quickly, otherwise, everyone in your city will be buried with you! "
The city lord clenched his fists, suppressed his anger, and said calmly: "Your Excellency, when my ancestors of the Zhao family left, they only left behind a large formation to protect the safety of the water city, and there was no treasure.
If you ask this question a hundred times again, the answer will be the same. "
"Array?"
The smile in the eyes of the feminine young man became even greater: "The formation is also a magic weapon. If City Lord Zhao hands over the formation flag, my promise will still be valid."
As soon as these words came out, the city lord finally couldn't help but sternly said: "Your Excellency, please don't bully others too much! The city defense formation passed down by my Zhao family is not a vegetarian."
When the feminine young man heard this, he burst into laughter.
The city lord frowned, "Why are you laughing?"
The feminine young man didn't seem to hear him and kept laughing.
The city lord had veins popping out on his forehead, and just as he was about to continue speaking harshly, the young man suddenly stopped laughing: "Chariot slave, kill them!"
The four people on the side of the chariot rushed over without saying a word, and the expressions of everyone in Dushui City suddenly changed.
"City Lord, step back, others follow me!"
Tiejiang Chen gave a sharp shout, raised his sword and faced the four opponents, and the two sides instantly fell into a fierce battle.
The skills of the four chariot slaves were extremely domineering. The Dushuicheng party was retreating steadily, and casualties soon appeared.
Although Tiejiang Chen had exquisite swordsmanship and repeatedly defused the opponent's attacks, he could not hold on for long.
The city lord watched, his heart sinking uncontrollably.
"It seems that your old subordinate can't hold on any longer. Why doesn't he use a city defense formation?"
The feminine young man's teasing laughter suddenly sounded in his ears, "My four servants are all mortals. No matter how weak the city defense formation is, they can easily suppress it, right?"
The city lord turned around expressionlessly, stared at the feminine young man, and said, "Since you don't believe it, why don't you go into the city and try it yourself?"
While he was speaking, his right hand behind his back was gesturing wildly.
Walk!
Go quickly!
When Fengfeng saw it, her eyes instantly turned red.
The feminine young man stared at the city lord and couldn't make up his mind for a moment.
He knew that the former city lord of the Zhao family was just a foundation-building monk, and there was no way he could build any large city defense formation.
But he was careful with the Wannian Ship, so he sent four chariot slaves to test it, but he didn't even step into the city.
Now that the other party is dying and injured, he is already sure in his heart that the other party is deceiving him.
But the city lord looks tough...
The feminine young man thought for a moment, suddenly smiled, and said again: "Chaanyi, don't worry about the old swordsman for now, and entertain the city lord well."
"yes!"
The bald man who was called "Chai Yi" responded with a loud voice and withdrew from the station circle. Chen Tiejiang wanted to catch up, but the path was blocked by the remaining three people.
The city lord was panicked and immediately held out a talisman with his backhand, "Don't come over, otherwise this Five Ultimate Talisman..."
"I don't care what your four skills and five skills are!" Chai slashed with his sword.
"City Lord, hide quickly!"
In Tiejiang Chen's anxiety, the moves in his hands were slightly chaotic, and flaws suddenly appeared.
not good!
Tiejiang Chen wanted to change his tactics to remedy the situation, but the chariot slave was not willing to give him this chance. He hit the sword with an ax and a spear, which shocked Tiejiang Chen's jaw and caused the sword to drop immediately.
The remaining person looked ferocious and punched Chen Tiejiang directly in the heart——
Tiejiang Chen couldn't avoid it, looking desperately at the rapidly approaching punch.
Are you going to die?
As soon as this thought came out, a flash of blood sword flashed in front of his eyes, instantly cutting off half of the head of the person who punched.
"Fengfeng..."
Tiejiang Chen looked at his daughter who suddenly appeared in astonishment, his eyes immediately filled with emotions stronger than despair, and he cursed angrily: "Didn't I let you go?!"
Fengfeng ignored her father and used her sword to kill others. Taking advantage of the enemy's daze, she flashed the sword and stabbed another person to the core.
The remaining person finally came to his senses and retreated in fear.
Fengfeng did not chase after him, but turned around and was about to help the city lord rescue him. When he saw the scene behind him, his feet stagnated and he could no longer move forward.
The city lord was kneeling on the ground with a pale face, a bloody arm not far in front of him.
The bald man held a blank talisman in his hand and laughed loudly: "Master, you are right, everything this old boy said is all lies!"
It's too late.
Fengfeng's face was pale, but in that situation, she had no time to think about it and subconsciously chose to save her father.
"There is no city defense formation, and there are no talismans and magic weapons."
The feminine young man floated to the ground and slowly walked into the city gate. His tone became softer and softer: "How dare a mere mortal dare to waste so much of my time? City Lord Zhao, have you decided how to die?"
The city lord laughed miserably: "God has eyes! You demon cultivators who kill innocent people will eventually be punished!" ap.
"retribution?"
The feminine young man mocked, "That's just..."
Before he finished speaking, Chen Tiejiang and his daughter suddenly moved in unison!
One sword after another, with lightning speed, each stabbed at the two vital points of the feminine young man.
Now that things have come to this, they can only give it a try!
The feminine young man witnessed the assassination of the two men, but he did not dodge and allowed the sword to come to him.
Then there were only two crisp sounds of "ding-dong", and the sword stabbed the voluptuous young man's flesh, and a series of sparks exploded.
Fengfeng felt a great chill in her heart. She pushed her father away without saying a word, but a cold hand grabbed her throat.
"It's so courageous for a humble mortal to dare to take the initiative against me."
"Fengfeng!"
Tiejiang Chen rushed forward crazily, and the feminine young man swung his sleeves and robes, sending him flying away.
The feminine young man gradually exerted force on his palms, "It's such a pity. If you hadn't used this sword, you might have become my maid."
"Pooh!"
Fengfeng spat water on the young man's face, her eyes as stubborn as knives, "I...even if...die! I can't...be a slave!"
The feminine young man wiped his face expressionlessly, looked down at the saliva in his palm, and the smile in his eyes finally disappeared and turned into rage.
"You bitch! How dare you stain my face!"
The feminine young man suddenly exerted force in his hand, and then heard a crisp "click" sound.
"Fengfeng!!!"
