Half an hour later, inside Xiping City.
A young man in white clothes with a sword on his waist slowly walked into an inn.
At this time, the inn had just opened, and Er was wiping the table.
The shopkeeper was an old man in his fifties. When he saw Ling Feng approaching, he quickly put down the rag and said with a smile on his face: "Sir, do you want to be a top or stay in the hotel?"
Ling Feng said with a smile: "You can stay in a hotel and eat at the same time!"
The smile on the shopkeeper's face became brighter and he said: "Sir, I have a good guest room here, which is cheap and affordable, only 50 yuan."
Ling Feng took out an ingot of five taels of silver and said, "Bring me an upper room and a bowl of miscellaneous noodles."
The old man in charge of the shop took the silver, weighed some broken silver with a spoon and gave it to Ling Feng, and then led Ling Feng to the room upstairs.
A quarter of an hour later, Er brought a bowl of hot fried noodles.
Ling Feng took out a broken piece of silver and asked, "Two, if you can answer my question, this silver will be yours."
Er suddenly looked happy and said: "You can ask."
Ling Feng asked: "What is Huang Shamen's reputation in Xiping County?"
Er smiled and said: "My guest, you are from out of town. The heroes of Huang Shamen are all good people. They not only protect the people of Xiping County from sand thieves, but also often help the poor when the people are in trouble. .”
Ling Feng handed the broken silver to Er, secretly wondering in his heart, this Huang Shamen had such a good reputation, could he really be colluding with Xirong to rebel? However, it is common for those unscrupulous businessmen to make money and occasionally engage in charity promotion.
Ling Feng hung the Han Jiao Sword by the door and lay on the bed to rest.
About two hours later, Ling Feng stood up, put the Han Jiao Sword into the Qiankun Ring, took a high-grade sword and went out, preparing to investigate Huang Shamen.
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Half an hour later, Ling Feng continued to stroll on the street.
Suddenly, he noticed that there were people forming a large circle in front of him, seemingly watching the fun.
Ling Feng approached and looked around, but he saw a group of gangsters preparing to molest a beautiful young lady in a goose-yellow shirt and a maid in green.
These gangsters are all at the warrior level, and their leader is a big man in a blue shirt, who is only at the warrior level.
Ling Feng was about to take action when suddenly a handsome young man in white clothes holding a folding fan came out with a servant in yellow clothes and said: "Stop!"
The big man in blue shirt said coldly: "Son, who are you? How dare you interfere in my affairs, Xiong Laosan!"
Xiong Laosan's name seemed to be quite loud. Several people were frightened on the spot and quietly took a few steps back.
The young man in white smiled and said: "Sir, listen carefully, I am Huang Feihe!"
Xiong Laosan's expression suddenly changed and he said, "You are the third young master of the Huang family!"
Many people in the crowd also looked shocked, as if this Young Master Huang was a great person.
Immediately, several gangsters looked frightened, clasped their fists and said, "We are too blind to see Taishan, please forgive me, Third Young Master!"
Huang Feihe said coldly: "You guys, why don't you quickly ask this sister for forgiveness!"
Xiong Laosan hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "This sister was so blind that she bumped into me. I am willing to accept the punishment and beg your forgiveness!"
The woman in yellow shirt said calmly: "No need, you go!"
Ling Feng had a playful look on his face. The scene in front of him looked familiar, as if he had seen it before before. However, the woman in yellow shirt was also quite interesting. Her expression was indifferent from beginning to end. She was obviously not an ordinary woman.
At this time, Xiong Laosan suddenly looked grateful and said: "Thank you for your forgiveness, sister!"
Immediately, these hooligans prepared to disperse, and the people clapped their hands and applauded: "Okay, well done, Third Young Master."
At this moment, Ling Feng's figure flashed, and with a few bangs, several gangsters were knocked down.
Immediately, Ling Feng grabbed Xiong Laosan, hypnotized his spirit with the power of the soul, and then asked: "Who asked you to molest this sister?"
Xiong Laosan said with confused eyes: "It's the third young master. He likes Sister Lu Lingwei, so he asked us to bully Sister Lu on purpose, and then he stepped forward to save the beauty!"
The people around him all looked astonished, never expecting that Young Master Huang, who had always had a good reputation, would actually join in with the gangsters.
Only Sister Lu Lingwei looked calm and didn't seem surprised.
Huang Feihe looked gloomy, stared at Ling Feng, and said coldly: "Son, you think you can ruin this young master's reputation by knowing some enchantment magic. You don't know whether to live or die! Huang San, capture him and send him to the Yamen!"
Huang San was Huang Feihe's servant. After hearing Huang Feihe's order, he immediately flashed his figure and grabbed Ling Feng with his eagle claw hand.
The people watching around hurriedly dispersed for fear of being affected.
A sneer appeared on the corner of Huang Feihe's mouth. Huang San was a top master in the past, and his secret eagle claw skill had reached the top, which was more than enough to deal with a young man.
The maid also had a look of worry on her face.
However, Ling Feng pushed Xiong Laosan away and hit Huang San's wrist with just one finger, seemingly slow but fast.
Huang Sanru screamed when he was struck by lightning, and all the strength in his hands was exhausted.
Immediately, Ling Feng also used his eagle claw hand, grabbed the man's arm with both hands, and crushed his bones. Even if this person can be saved, he is still a useless person.
At this time, Ling Feng looked at Huang Feihe and said with a smile: "Master Huang, your slave is so useless, you should take action yourself."
"court death!"
Huang Feihe put away his folding fan and took out a golden long knife from the mustard bag at his waist. The blade of the knife bloomed with golden light, and he quickly slashed at Ling Feng.
Ling Feng drew his sword out of its sheath, used the fierce fire energy to expel the red sword light, and started fighting with Huang Feihe. His purpose is very simple. He cannot show too strong martial arts, otherwise it will be difficult to carry out the plan.
Huang Feihe is the son of the elder Huang Shamen, and he uses Huang Shamen's unique Huangsha sword technique. This sword technique was refined over time in the fighting in the yellow sand of the desert. The sword techniques are simple, brutal, and extremely fast. The key is that the sword moves are continuous, like the yellow sand of the desert, and are irresistible. Although this Huang Feihe is very good, he is not a failure. He is already at the peak of the early stage cultivation. This set of yellow sand sword techniques is also close to completion. It is really difficult for ordinary early stage masters to resist.
However, how cultivated Ling Feng was, even if he only used the fourth level of the true fire skill, his combat power was far superior to Huang Feihe. After a dozen moves, he knocked his long knife away, kicked him out, and then He stepped on his handsome face with his foot and said coldly: "Son, do you know you were wrong now? As a man, there is nothing wrong with picking up girls, but you have to use some snacks at least. Such an old-fashioned trick has been seen through long ago. .”
Huang Feihe's face was as red as a monkey's butt. He had never suffered more humiliation than he does now, so he said in a deep voice: "My dear, I must regret it!"
"This life is so short, I don't have time to regret it, but you must regret what you just said!"
Ling Feng laughed and immediately stepped on Huang Feihe's leg, breaking his leg with a click.
Huang Feihe screamed in agony.
At this time, Ling Feng said coldly: "Go away!"
Xiong Laosan, whose expression changed drastically, quickly led people to help Huang Feihe and Huang San leave.
