Ling Feng practiced Fuhu Fist, stretched his energy and blood, and adjusted his condition to the best before leaving the room.
He slowly walked down the stairs, and suddenly his expression changed slightly, because a middle-aged man in blue shirt carrying a long sword was drinking and eating food in the inn.
Gu Changqing looked up at him, smiled faintly, and said, "Now that we're down, why don't we have a drink together?"
Ling Feng walked to sit opposite Gu Changqing and said with a smile: "Senior Changqing is so elegant, okay, I'll have a drink with you!"
After downing a glass of wine, Ling Feng said calmly: "Senior, it's time to take action!"
"good!"
After Gu Changqing finished speaking, he quickly stabbed Ling Feng's eyes with the two chopsticks in his hand.
Ling Feng grabbed the front ends of the two chopsticks with his left hand, pointed them together as swords with his right hand, and looked into Gu Changqing's eyes.
Gu Changqing's left hand quickly flashed, grabbed Ling Feng's right hand, and activated the Qingmu Qi in his body, and a green breath spread rapidly.
Ling Feng's expression changed slightly. He knew that Qing Mu was really angry, so he twisted his left hand hard and broke the chopsticks into two pieces. He held two half-cut chopsticks and quickly thrust them into the other person's eyes.
Gu Changqing released the chopsticks with his right hand and quickly grabbed Ling Feng's left wrist.
Immediately, the two looked at each other, stopped their hands together, and then punched again. The two of them were at the dinner table, going back and forth and fighting.
After a moment, the two punched each other suddenly, and there was a crisp sound, and they both retreated.
Gu Changqing touched his hand and felt unbearable pain, as if his phalanges were injured. If it hadn't been for the blessing of his innate Qi, the phalanges would have been shattered by the punch he just received.
Ling Feng wasn't much better either. There was green energy in his fist, and he felt like he was being eaten by ants. This was the Qingqi of Qingmu that had invaded his right hand and was eroding his essence. With a cold look on his face, he kicked over the Eight Immortals table and hit Gu Changqing.
Gu Changqing suddenly drew his sword, and the long green sword passed quickly. The table split into two halves and fell to the ground.
At this time, the fight between the two had already scared away most of the guests. Only the two at the table by the window did not move.
One is a scholar in white, about thirty years old, holding a folding fan and smiling at the corner of his mouth. The scholar in white looked at the competition between the two with great interest. For him, fighting at this level was rare.
The other person was a middle-aged man wearing a black robe with a sinister expression, carrying two three-foot-seven-inch steel guns on his back. The middle-aged man in black robe had been drinking and eating with an indifferent expression, as if Ling Feng and Gu Changqing did not exist.
Gu Changqing just pretended that these two people did not exist, and drew his sword and slashed at Ling Feng quickly.
At this time, Ling Feng had no time to pay attention to the two of them. He drew his sword out of its sheath and fought with Gu Changqing. The two of them went back and forth, with swords and swords flashing.
It's just that although Ling Feng seemed to be able to fight Gu Changqing vigorously and evenly matched, the price was heavy. Not only was his right hand eroded by Qingmu's true energy, but the Qingfeng sword also had several gaps. Ling Feng glanced at it with a look of pain on his face. He has no interest in competing for endurance with an innate strong man whose vitality is as tenacious as an evergreen tree.
So, he took out a piece of silver from his waist, flashed his figure, and jumped to the door, about to go out.
When Gu Changqing saw it, he stabbed straight with the long sword in his hand, and a burst of green sword energy shot out from the tip of the sword, quickly hitting Ling Feng's back.
Ling Feng turned around and threw the silver ingot, hitting the blue sword energy.
There was an explosion, the green light dissipated, and silver powder splashed everywhere.
However, Ling Feng had already used Qing Kung and flew away quickly.
At this time, the middle-aged man in black robe who had been silent suddenly raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said: "The majestic Evergreen Divine Sword can't even be taken down by a warrior in the inner strength realm. I would blush for you! If I were you, how could I succeed? For this reason, I would have wiped my neck with a knife!"
"Yu Wenshang, please stop boasting, you and I are only half as good as each other! It's still early before the agreed time of three days, I will definitely catch him, just wait and see!"
Gu Changqing sneered. After he finished speaking, he turned around and left.
At this time, the scholar in white said: "Elder Yuwen, why don't we just save Ling Daxia? Although his skills are not as good as those of the innate masters, they are almost the same. But after all, he is not innate and cannot communicate with heaven and earth. His true energy is endless. , in two days, he will probably be exhausted and die in the hands of Gu Changqing."
Yu Wenshang said lightly: "He can compete head-on with Gu Changqing at such a young age. How proud are these geniuses? Saving him now is just a small favor, not worth mentioning. Only when he is truly in a desperate situation, Taking action at this time is the life-saving grace to recover him!"
"Elder Yuwen is brilliant!"
The scholar in white looked admiring, but he still had some doubts and said, "But can he really last three days?"
Yu Wenshang smiled faintly and said, "We, the Qingjiao Gang and the White Tiger Gang, are life-and-death rivals. Do we need to make promises to Gu Changqing and wait three days?"
The official road is yellow and the sky is dusk.
A pair of young men and women rode horses towards Nantong County.
The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a red dress and carrying a long sword. She suddenly reined in her horse and said loudly: "Brother, look ahead!"
The young man in yellow shirt wearing a sword next to him looked into the distance, and his expression was slightly startled, because in his eyes, a young man in blue shirt appeared in his eyes. He was ten feet away just now, but in the blink of an eye he was three feet in front of him. Outside, this man was about to be knocked away by the black horse.
Suddenly, he felt his body become light, and he flew out involuntarily, falling into the field next to him.
The yellow-faced young man in blue shirt smiled at him, threw a white paper ball, and landed at his feet.
"This is the money to buy the horse. Thank you brother for the gift of the horse!"
After the yellow-faced young man finished speaking, he galloped away on his horse.
The woman in the red dress galloped after her, shouting: "Hey, stop! Why are you trying to steal a horse in broad daylight?"
The young man in yellow shirt picked up the paper ball, spread it out and saw that it was 100 taels of silver notes, enough to buy a fine horse, so he shouted: "Junior sister, stop chasing me!"
He didn't want to be stupid. The man's Qinggong was so fast, so his martial arts must be far better than his own, and even surpassed the master of the martial arts school. He didn't want to get into trouble. Moreover, the man's attire reminded him of one of the most famous heroes in Qinghe Wulin recently.
When the woman in the red dress saw that she was out of pursuit, she stopped chasing, turned around and rode her horse, and arrived in front of the young man in the yellow shirt.
At this time, a middle-aged man in a green shirt performed Qinggong and rushed over quickly. This man tapped his toes, a few feet away, and was very fast, but his demeanor was extremely leisurely, like walking in a courtyard, as comfortable and leisurely as possible.
Gu Changqing glanced at the two of them and said, "Have you two seen a yellow-faced young man in blue?"
The young man in yellow shirt was about to say he didn't know, but he heard the woman in red skirt say: "The evil thief robbed our horse and went ahead!"
Gu Changqing smiled slightly, cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, little girl!"
Then, with a flash of his body, he threw the woman in red dress off the horse and rode away quickly.
At this time, the young man in yellow shirt said: "What you shouldn't have said just now is that the young man in blue shirt should be the hero Lingyun Ling with the Soul-Destroying Sword!"
Since Ling Feng defeated Feiyun Village and left behind his name, his reputation has spread even more widely, and he has also been nicknamed the Soul-Destroying Sword.
The woman in the red dress got up, patted the dust on her body, and hummed: "I don't care if he is a hero, who asked him to steal our horse!"
"He has already given money!"
The young man in yellow shirt took out the banknote, smiled bitterly, and then sighed: "If you didn't tell us, our last stable would have been robbed too! Now we can only walk back!"
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