At this time, Liu Yueyan approached and said coldly: "The half-month period has come, I will take the saint away!"
Ling Feng was silent for a moment and said, "Okay!"
Mingyu stared at Ling Feng with tears in her eyes. Although Ling Feng had persuaded her countless times, she was still so reluctant to say goodbye.
Ling Feng held her in his arms and said with a smile: "Yu'er, parting is for a better reunion. When I accumulate enough power to protect you, I will go to the Moon God Palace to find you!"
Mingyu broke down in tears and laughed, saying: "Husband, I will also work hard to practice and wait for you to pick me up!"
Later, Leling and Xueqin also came to see each other off and bid farewell.
After half an hour, Mingyu left, and Liu Yueyan and Su Yuerong transformed into two white sword lights and disappeared.
More than a quarter of an hour later, Mingyue Xuan.
Ling Feng was practicing his sword alone in the yard, when suddenly a woman in black walked in, it was Qian Xun.
Ling Feng returned the sword to its sheath and took a look at the woman. The energy in his dantian was already very strong, almost innate. It seems that I gave her a bottle of Xuanling Pill last time, which allowed her to penetrate the Rendu and Du meridian and reach the peak of acquired heaven.
Ling Feng said: "Qian Xun, where is the information I want?"
Qian Xun looked indifferent and handed a piece of information to Ling Feng.
After Ling Feng read it, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, it was time to go on a killing spree.
Half an hour later, Longxing pawnshop.
A young man in blue shirt with a sword on his waist and a sallow complexion walked into the pawn shop and looked around.
The pawnshop owner is an old man in his fifties with a long beard. His face is a little thin, his eyes are bright, and he looks very cunning. He smiled and said: "Young hero, what do you want to be?"
With a clang, a bright sword was placed on his neck.
The young man in blue shirt smiled playfully and said: "How many taels of silver do you think your life is worth?"
The pawn shop owner suddenly looked very ugly, but he forced a smile and said: "Young hero, if you have something to say, please tell me. I will give you as much money as you want!"
The young man in blue shirt smiled and said: "Since you are so sensible, I will charge you five thousand taels!"
Five thousand taels of silver is an astronomical figure for an ordinary pawn shop. This is simply a big deal.
But the owner of the pawn shop gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, let me go, and I'll get the banknotes for you!"
The young man in blue shirt sheathed his sword and said with a smile: "Okay, take the banknote!"
Unexpectedly, as soon as the sword left his neck, the pawnshop owner immediately shouted: "Here comes someone!"
Two burly men with sinister faces rushed in, one on the left and one on the right, blocking the pawnshop owner.
The pawn shop owner smiled and said: "Boy, you think that wearing a blue shirt means you are a blue shirt hero. Don't go and ask me, who dares to rob Wang Youcai in the streets around here. You two, stop this. Send the boy's legs to the government!"
Before he finished speaking, a bright sword light flashed through.
A bloody streak appeared on the necks of the two sturdy men, and with a bang, they fell to the ground dead.
The young man in blue shirt put the blood-stained sword on his neck again, and said with a joking expression: "What do you think I should do with you?"
Wang Youcai was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he said: "Master, I'll give you money, don't kill me!"
The young man in blue shirt smiled and said: "Okay, pay a ransom of fifty thousand taels, and I will spare your life!"
Wang Youcai immediately stopped talking. He was silent for a moment, gritted his teeth, and immediately said: "I'll give it!"
After a while, Wang Youcai led Ling Feng to a side room. He moved the bed board to reveal a downward passage.
Wang Youcai looked a little nervous and said: "My hero, my silver is hidden inside. You wait a moment, I will go down and get it."
The young man in blue shirt said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense and lead the way!"
Wang Youcai felt something was wrong, but he could only lead the way.
The passage was a little dark, with only a few night-light pearls inlaid on the walls on both sides, and the ground could barely be seen clearly.
Wang Youcai said: "My hero, the dozen or so luminous pearls on the wall should be enough to worth 50,000 taels of silver notes."
As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of sword light flashed, blood spattered, and his head rolled forward.
Not long after the head rolled out, a partition on the ground was pulled away, and it rolled into a trap full of steel spear spikes.
At the end of the dark passage, seven or eight arrows flew rapidly.
The sword flashed and all the arrows fell.
The young man in blue shirt thought silently in his heart, and a line of data showed: Congratulations player, you have killed Wang Youcai (Wu Sheng), your chivalry value is 260 points.
As for the essence value, it exceeds two levels, so the income is 0. On the contrary, the two sturdy men (warriors) dropped a total of 50 points of energy value (50 profit), and 120 points of chivalry value.
Although they are all mosquito legs, Ling Feng does not dislike them.
Ling Feng continued to walk forward, and suddenly two men in black holding daggers rushed out of the darkness.
With a smile on his lips, two drops of water popped out from his fingertips, piercing their throats.
There were two warrior-level warriors again. Ling Feng was a little disappointed. They were just little shrimps.
Ling Feng continued to walk forward.
At this time, a man in black smashed a mechanism on the wall with one punch.
With a bang, a huge stone door fell down, blocking the way.
Ling Feng smiled disdainfully, gathered a layer of golden light in his fist, and punched out.
The cracks on the surface of the boulder spread like spider webs, and then turned into rubble.
The man in black widened his eyes, turned around suddenly, and ran away quickly.
Ling Feng raised his lips slightly, finally a warrior-level "elite monster" appeared, but his hand was not slow at all. With a flick of his finger, a drop of water shot out.
Ahead, the man in black ran away quickly, until he turned a corner, he breathed a sigh of relief and stopped.
But he didn't realize that the drop of water behind him was also spinning around, shooting towards him again, entering through his temple and piercing his head.
The long-lost system prompt sounded in Ling Feng's ears:
"Congratulations to the player, you killed the outer disciple of Netherworld Palace and gained 96 points of energy (80 profit) and 360 points of chivalry."
He still felt that the sound sounded rhythmic, so he turned the system prompts back on.
Ling Feng killed with rhythm all the way.
A few minutes later, in a secret room.
A young man in white clothes was sitting cross-legged on the bed practicing, with a faint layer of blood glowing all over his body, but he was practicing the Youquan Blood Refining **.
Next to him, the body of a man with a dry face, as if he was dehydrated, fell next to him.
Suddenly, the stone door of the secret room opened, and a man in black with a knife on his waist came in, and the stone door closed again.
The young man in white suddenly opened his eyes, his body covered with blood and restrained, and said coldly: "Deacon Lu, you told me not to disturb me when I'm practicing!"
The man in black clasped his fists and said with an apologetic expression: "Helmsman, someone is coming in. Kill them on sight. They have already killed the eight master warriors who are assigned to the helm!"
The expression of the young man in white changed and he said, "Who is he?"
The man in black said: "It's a young man in blue shirt with a sallow complexion."
The expression of the young man in white suddenly changed, and he immediately returned to calmness, saying: "You go and gather the experts first, I will come later!"
"yes!"
The man in black cupped his fists, turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly turned around and found a cylindrical syringe in his hand, which was a heart-penetrating needle.
And he pressed the trigger instantly, and ninety-nine bone-piercing needles were shot towards the helmsman, the young man in white.
However, the face of the man in black changed drastically, because the figure of the young man in white blurred and disappeared, turning out to be just an afterimage. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to m. to read.)
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