There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

Looking at the corpses all over the floor, Wu Fengfeng couldn't help feeling a little sad.

He stood silently in the wind and snow, the last drop of blood slipped from the tip of the sword, and it was as shiny as new again.

But soon, he realized that there was still a dying wounded person waiting to be treated by him, so he hurriedly retracted the short sword to his waist, and at the same time moved his body, he had already arrived at the wounded person's side.

With just one glance, Wu Feng could see that the other party's injuries were extremely serious. Even if Hua Tuo was alive, he might not be able to heal them, and he couldn't help feeling even more sad.

What surprised him even more was that the man turned out to be Meng Yuzong's only son, Meng Qi.

"Brother Meng! How could it be you?"

Wu Feng's mood was very complicated, he hurriedly supported Meng Qi, injected internal energy into his body, and at the same time spoke with some guilt.

If he could have arrived half a step earlier, perhaps Meng Qi would not have been injured so badly, and there is still a possibility of being cured.

Why was he so late when he was clearly nearby?

The helpless sense of frustration filled his heart in an instant, and thinking that Meng Yuzong had just experienced the pain of losing his nephew and would soon lose his last relative, Wu Feng felt even more difficult to calm down.

Hearing his voice, Meng Qi reluctantly opened his eyes, glanced at him, and said with a smile, "Yes...it's you, thank you..."

He naturally wanted to thank Wu Feng for arriving in time and saving himself, but Wu Feng couldn't help interrupting him because he felt that he deserved it.

"Don't thank me, I only blame myself for not arriving sooner."

Meng Qi shook his head lightly: "It is enough to see you alive..."

A gust of blood gushed up from his throat, he tried his best to suppress the unimaginable pain, and suddenly exhausted his last strength to hold Wu Feng's hand tightly.

"It's... people from Yueheng Sect, they... still want to find... my father..."

Just uttering these few words has already made the dying person extremely painful.

Wu Feng already understood what he meant, and hastily pressed his hand, saying solemnly: "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one can hurt Senior Meng."

A gratified smile appeared on Meng Qi's face again.

Although he didn't have much contact with Wu Feng, he knew that the other party was a person who kept what he said, and, among the people he knew, he was the only one who was capable of fulfilling all his promises.

So as long as there is such a sentence, it is enough.

The heart that had been hanging high was finally put back where it should be. Meng Qi only felt that his soul seemed to be leaving his body and floating away.

The raging snowflakes fell on his face, and he couldn't feel the cold or pain at all.

"Then...you can..."

He murmured again, his voice was soft, if Wu Feng's eyes and ears were not sharp, he might not be able to hear what he said at all.

But in the end, he still couldn't finish his sentence. The young master of the Kongtong faction had already closed his eyes. Although he had wounds of all kinds of horrific shapes on his body, his expression was as peaceful as if he was asleep.

Wu Feng stared at his face and sighed silently.

Yuehengjiao.

It seemed that the moment when he and that person faced the enemy head-on was finally coming.

The snow is still falling on the ground one after another. I don't know if the city of Gusu, which is thousands of miles away, is also snowing heavily.

Jun Mowen stood in front of the porthole, looking at the scenery passing by on both sides of the bank.

Mountains and plains, trees and houses, are all covered under a thick blanket of snow, and their original appearance is almost unrecognizable.

Even so, it still allows people to appreciate the beauty of the unique scenery of the Central Plains, which is very different from the Northern Tianshan Mountains he is familiar with.

With such a country, rich products and a prosperous life, it is no wonder that since ancient times, so many sects have wanted to occupy a place here, and tried their best to squeeze out other forces.

Jun Mowen had no intention of winning the Central Plains, because he grew up in the North Tianshan Mountains, and he has long been accustomed to the local customs there. On the contrary, he doesn't appreciate the Central Plains people who stick to red tape, so he doesn't intend to use the power of the Yueheng Sect. Infiltrated into the Central Plains.

But at the top of Mount Tai, the actions of the major sects in the Central Plains made him outraged. Instead of letting these pious people dominate the Central Plains martial arts, it would be better for the Yueheng Sect to dominate the Jianghu. At that moment, Jun Mo Wen's heart was the first This is the first time I really had such an idea.

Now that he has decided to do this, there is no way out. He must lead the Yueheng Sect to the final victory in this war. This is for survival, and more importantly, for dignity.

I just don't know if the long-known descendant of the Wu family can really be as terrifying as his ancestors and become an obstacle on his way forward?

The boat was driving slowly in the middle of the river. Although the shore was covered with knee-high snow, the river was so fast that the snowflakes disappeared in the water as soon as they fell. There is a constant flow of ships on the river, so apart from some ice floes near the shore, the entire waterway is still unimpeded.

But at this moment it was early morning, and the snow was falling fast, many merchant ships delayed their departure time, so there was only Jun Mowen's ship left on the river.

Although he never likes to publicize his identity, and he always travels lightly when he goes out, but this time he came to the Central Plains to deter the major sects in the Central Plains on behalf of Yuehengjiao. Therefore, under the careful arrangement of the elder Xu Qing, the daily life All aspects fit his identity as the master of a sect, and this ship is no exception.

It is not magnificent, but simple and solemn. It is all made of the best wood by famous craftsmen. Not to mention that it can walk on flat ground on the turbulent river. storm.

The layout in the cabin is also very simple, but it is comfortable and elegant. Everything you need is placed in the most suitable position for Jun Mowen to use at any time.

It was windy and snowy outside the boat, but the cabin was as warm as spring, but Jun Mowen felt that it was too comfortable, so he pushed all the portholes open to let the bitter cold wind blow in his face, and he was more satisfied.

Someone suddenly lifted the curtain and entered, but it was the elder Xu Qing who was in charge of trivial educational affairs.

Uncharacteristically, he didn't come forward immediately, but stood at the door and hesitated for a while before walking forward with heavy steps.

Jun Mowen didn't look back, but based on his understanding of his subordinate, just seeing the other party's hesitation, he knew that something bad probably happened.

"Master..."

There was even hesitation in his voice, he paused after saying these two words, Xu Qing didn't seem to know how to word it.

"What's the matter?"

Jun Mowen didn't urge him, let alone look at him, because he knew that this would only increase the tension and anxiety of the other party, so he just spoke lightly as usual.