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Chen Feng recognized the man in front of him as the assassin from the ancient assassin sect he had seen on the roof of the rooftop.

No wonder he showed murderous intent.

He must know himself.

But he didn't know that he had already recognized him.

It turns out that this killer incarnates himself as a martial artist on weekdays, becoming a martial artist, and also living in the film and television industry.

This kind of person is really hard to find.

Without certain information, who would have thought that an inconspicuous substitute in the crew turned out to be an ancient Assassin sect killer.

Moreover, that person is really skilled.

Not a showpiece.

Chen Feng aimed at the man.

The man also stared at Chen Feng.

The murderous aura in his body gradually became stronger.

It seemed that he was planning to kill himself.

Ordinary people cannot detect the sympathetic reaction of murderous intent. The man thought that Chen Feng was an ordinary person, so he unleashed his murderous intent without restraint.

At this time, Wu Tong finally came over.

The man was also called.

Wu Tong and Xiao Ayi drew lots and got into the duel group.

She was about to go on stage now, and she would definitely come over to say hello.

Four people stood in the middle of the hall.

Wu Tong looked at Xiao Ayi and Chen Feng and smiled lightly: "Good evening, both of you."

"Hello."

Xiao Ayi also smiled politely: "I didn't see you guys coming over to rehearse during the day? Is it okay to live broadcast on the stage later?"

"Do your best."

Wu Tong shrugged without showing any emotion, then looked at Chen Feng: "Hello, Chen Feng. In fact, I am also your fan."

"Thank you."

Chen Feng nodded calmly.

"This is my brother, and he is also the assistant guest I found. His name is Wu Di, and he is a martial artist. He is not famous, but he is very dedicated. I also hope that he can get some exposure through the show. Maybe he can also play a leading role in the future. Of."

Wu Tong introduced the killer formally.

It turns out that his name is Wu Di.

This name is so domineering.

Chen Feng looked at Wu Di.

Wu Di also kept staring at him.

Seeing his eyes turn around, he immediately reached out and said, "Hello, Mr. Chen."

"Hello."

Chen Feng had a smile on his face.

He reached out and shook hands with him.

Good guy!

The rough feeling in this palm is like holding an iron file.

And the phalanges are rigid.

Like pig iron.

The temperature of the palms is cold.

Evil door.

Wu Di held Chen Feng's hand and said with an indifferent expression: "Mr. Chen is now one of the top performers in the country. It is an honor for me to perform on the same stage as Mr. Chen."

"You're welcome."

Chen Feng smiled: "Mr. Wu's profession is martial arts, I believe he must have real kung fu. He should be more than enough to play Zhou Huai'an."

Wu Di raised his eyebrows and said, "That's no good. Today's audience only pays attention to appearance and figure when looking at stage effects. No one will pay attention to my appearance."

Chen Feng pouted: "Someone will definitely pay attention. At least I will definitely pay attention."

Wu Di's eyes narrowed: "Mr. Chen is really different."

Chen Feng smiled faintly: "It's not that I'm different, after all, I'm not a martial artist. We didn't rehearse together during the day, and we never handed over moves. On the live broadcast stage, if you accidentally kill me, you will die unjustly." "

Wu Di: "..."

Chen Feng stopped talking.

The two looked at each other silently.

Wu Di's heart was filled with turmoil.

He was almost certain that Chen Feng should have discovered his identity.

How did you find it?

It's almost impossible.

Wu Di was very sure that he had never shown his face in front of Chen Feng, how could he recognize him?

Theoretically it shouldn't be.

But it felt like Chen Feng recognized him.

That sentence just now was about him.

Wu Di's murderous aura became even stronger.

His identity cannot be discovered by anyone.

The ancient assassins have their own rules. They can have dual identities, but the identity of the killer must not be exposed.

Once someone finds out, they must be silenced.

No matter how many people there are.

Even if you kill thousands of people, you still have to keep your identity a secret.

Anyway, Chen Feng was the mission target.

So, he is dead.

Wu Di's eyes slowly changed when he looked at Chen Feng, as if he were looking at a lifeless corpse.

But Chen Feng always looked calm.

The atmosphere between the two of them was somewhat strange, especially since the hands they were holding never let go, which made the people next to them think that the two of them cherished each other.

Wu Tong looked stunned.

Although she didn't know her brother's identity, she still knew her brother's usual character of keeping away from strangers.

How could you be so sympathetic to an actor?

What is brother doing?

Little Ayi is also strange.

Looking at the two of them curiously.

I was thinking that I would be on stage for a PK soon, how about you two looking like this?

Finally, Wu Tong couldn't bear it anymore.

He walked closer to his brother and tugged at the corner of his clothes: "Brother, what are you doing?"

"fine."

Wu Di's voice was cold and hard, concealing murderous intent.

Wu Tong looked at Chen Feng in confusion.

Chen Feng smiled slightly: "I have always admired people with kung fu. Your brother's spirit is very powerful, and seeing him made me feel a sense of sympathy."

Wu Di: "..."

Wu Tong: "..."

Are you kidding me?

Do you really feel sympathy for each other?

Seeing that Chen Feng was about to withdraw his hand, Wu Di suddenly couldn't help but exert force on his hand.

I want to show off my power.

Let Chen Feng suffer a little first.

Wu Di has learned martial arts since he was a child, and has also practiced the legendary iron sand palm.

His hands have been trained in brown rice, gravel and hot iron sand since he was a child. It can be said that his hands are as hard as steel and have infinite strength.

With just a slight pinch, the bones of an ordinary person's hand would immediately break.

Because Chen Feng was originally the target of the assassination, but a series of accidents interrupted Wu Di's actions, and now Mike Martin was still missing, which made Wu Di feel unhappy.

The price of this transaction is very high.

If it weren't for the sky-high reward of over [-] million, Wu Di would not have revealed his identity as the assassin of the Assassin Sect.

I originally planned to get this money, let my little sister walk on the Avenue of Stars, prepare a generous dowry for her in the future, make her rich for a lifetime, and then retire to the mountains and forests.

The result is now ruined.

Therefore, when he saw the assassination target standing swaggeringly in front of him again, Wu Di couldn't help but feel murderous.

Today, he must be killed.

Even if Mike Martin is missing and gone, someone will definitely pay for Chen Feng's life.

and so……

Huh?

Wu Di was stunned.

He exerted three points of force, but Chen Feng didn't notice at all.

what's the situation?

Wu Di frowned and secretly urged him.

Six-point force was used directly.

However, Chen Feng still looked at him indifferently.

The strength in my hands was like a mud cow drowning in the sea, it had no effect at all.

Wu Di was shocked.

Grit your teeth and try your best.

He practiced Iron Sand Palm, and his one-hand grip strength easily exceeded 200 kilograms.

Normally, one hand can easily break a person's arm bone.

Results now?

Chen Feng was still indifferent.

His hands are like a piece of flexible rubber. No matter how much force you use, his hands always feel very flexible.

Why is this happening?

Wu Di stared at Chen Feng, a flash of shock in his eyes.

Finally, their hands let go.

There was nothing wrong with Chen Feng's hands.

There wasn't even a trace of blood or blue marks.

Wu Di's eyes became more solemn.

What's wrong?