City Raptors Crossing the River

Chapter 100
Wang Meng didn't speak, but stared at the old man with the broken hat.

The old man with the broken hat didn't speak either, he looked around.

This room is not big, and there is almost no place for the other party to hide.

The body of the old man with the broken hat moved.

He didn't attack Wang Meng directly, because he knew that as soon as he made a move, the hidden knife would stab him in the back.

The old man with the broken hat walked slowly in the room.

He knew that in such a small room, even if the other party had the skill of concealment, he would find out sooner or later.

Just like that, a scene that seemed extremely strange to outsiders happened.

Wang Meng sat quietly on the sofa, while an old man in a broken hat walked around the room.

Wang Meng couldn't help but said:

"I said old man, are you tired after wandering around for a long time? Anyway, my eyes are going to be blurred. Why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea to rest?"

Half of the old man's face was hidden in the broken hat, and Wang Meng couldn't see clearly.

However, Wang Meng believed that the other party's complexion at the moment would definitely not look good.

Because Wang Meng clearly saw that when he said these words, the body of the old man with the broken hat was shaking slightly.

It was this tremor that both Wang Meng and the old man with the broken hat felt a cold blade in the air.

Wang Meng had experienced Feng Han's blade before.

This time, Wang Meng felt that Feng Han's knife was colder than the one he encountered before.

Cold enough to freeze a person's blood.

Wang Meng was secretly glad that Feng Han didn't kill him back then, otherwise he wouldn't have been so comfortable.

As Feng Han's blade pointed at, the old man with the broken hat felt much better than Wang Meng.

His worn-out straw hat was windless, and he shouted loudly:
"court death!"

His withered hands were like chicken claws, grabbing directly into the void.

Wanting to resist Feng Han's knife with his hands seems incomprehensible.

However, the old man with the broken hat showed no hesitation in his hand.

"Kang Dang"

A sound of fine iron sounded.

Then, Wang Meng saw Feng Han's figure appearing.

Feng Han's steps were unsteady and he took a few steps back before regaining his balance.

Only in this fight, the cultivation of Feng Han and the old man with the broken hat will be judged.

"Shadow Saber Feng Han?" said the old man with the broken hat.

"Magic hand crying?" Feng Han said.

After the two of them finished speaking, they both sneered.

Feng Han said:
"I heard that you were dead five years ago, so that your name is no longer on the Xuantian list. I didn't expect that you are not dead yet."

Yi cried:
"If this old man is still on the Xuantian Ranking, with your cultivation, how can you rank in the top 20?"

Feng Han didn't answer, apparently acquiescing to Yi Kui's words.

"After all, you are also a killer who ranks high on the Xuantian list, but you didn't expect to be someone else's follower now?" Yi cried coldly.

Feng Han smiled faintly, his face didn't change at all because of Yi's crying, and said:

"Old Devil Yi, it's not easy for you to live to this day. I advise you not to go into this muddy water, lest you end up with a bad death when you get old."

Yi Kui laughed for a while, but his laughter sounded worse than crying, and said:
"It's a joke, just because you dare to say such a thing, it seems that the old man has not made a move for so long that some juniors of the Xuantian List have begun to forget my name as the devil hand."

Feng Han didn't say any more, and slowly placed the scimitar in his hand across his chest.

"Are you really going to fight this old man?" Yikui asked doubtfully.

As a former Xuantian List killer, Yi Kui is very clear that there is an essential difference between a killer and a bodyguard.

The killer's goal is to kill the other person while preserving himself.

A qualified killer will never put himself in a dangerous situation easily.

And a qualified bodyguard, in a sense, is not much different from the dead soldiers in the past.

Yi Kui used to be a killer. Although he follows Li Jinyan now, he will never think that he is a dead man.

If it were Li Jinyan who was in danger, and the danger was beyond his ability.

Yi Kui would hide away without hesitation.

It will definitely not be like Feng Han, who knows that he is not Yiku's opponent, but still struggles fearlessly.

There was a smile on Feng Han's face, a smile that Yi Kui couldn't understand in his life.

"Since you don't want to change your mind, then it's my fault."

After Yikui finished speaking, she rushed towards Feng Han.

His hands were clawed, and upon closer inspection, one could see a faint green aura glowing from those claws.

This is a pair of extremely terrifying claws, which can not only withstand the sharpness of swords, but also

And as long as he is caught by his hand, the other party's life will be worse than death.

After being injured by Yiku, many people finally couldn't stand the pain and chose to commit suicide.

Feng Han obviously also knew how powerful Yi Kui's pair of demon claws were, so he would never confront Yi Kui head-on by shifting his footsteps.

And his scimitar had collided with Yi Lai's claws dozens of times in the blink of an eye.

Only the tinkling sound was heard.

The more Yi cried, the more frightened he became. He originally thought that Feng Han's cultivation was only at the middle stage of the Golden Core, which was two grades behind his cultivation at the peak of the Golden Core.

But unexpectedly, when the opponent started to swim, he was like a loach, so that his claws could not touch the opponent's body at all.

"You're wasting time!" Yi cried loudly.

Feng Han still had a faint smile on his face.

For the killer, his wandering fights are meaningless.

However, Feng Han has already completed the identity change.

He is no longer a cold-blooded killer, he only needs to hold the opponent down now.

He knew that it was only a matter of time before Xian'er appeared.

As long as Xian'er comes, Yikui may not be able to cry if she wants to.

This is exactly Feng Han's confidence, and it is with this confidence that every time he dodges, every time he swings a knife, he is so stable.

Let Yikui not find any flaws.

Sitting on the sofa, Wang Meng nodded frequently as he watched the two masters fighting in front of him.

He had known for a long time that Feng Han was in the Golden Core Realm, which was a realm above the Transformation Realm.

For today's Wang Meng, the Golden Core Realm is obviously still a little far away,

However, in Wang Meng's mind, Laojun's inheritance has long been there.

Watching the fight between Feng Han and Yi Kui now, he naturally extracted the memories in his mind.

It's as if you have some deep memories, but they are often awakened by something you see with your eyes.

It's like experiencing it yourself.

The three people in the room were all engrossed.

None of them seemed to notice that there was a woman who was as beautiful as a fairy floating out of the window at some point.

Feng Han and Yi Chou fought for dozens of rounds in the blink of an eye, and Feng Han's steps were already a little messy.

The pace is no longer as steady as it was at the beginning.

At that moment, his scimitar collided with Yi Kui's magic hand again.

Feng Han only felt his arms go numb, and he almost couldn't hold the scimitar.

Feng Han staggered and took several steps back.

Just in time, he stepped back towards the window.

Feng Han's face was a little ugly, and he felt that the blood in his body was a little unstable.

He knew that if he continued to fight, it would be dangerous.

He was puzzled, the sound of fighting in the room was so loud, could it be that Xian'er hadn't noticed it yet?

Until, Feng Han stood firm and looked up to see the beautiful face on the window sill.

Feng Han smiled wryly.

(End of this chapter)