There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

Wu Feng did not explain the reason, but apologized so suddenly.

But the black-clothed barbarian seemed to immediately understand what he was thinking, his slightly frowning brows slowly relaxed, and said: "So, you thought I would kill that rude boss."

He didn't say any more, he just raised the wine jar in his hand towards Wu Feng, Wu Feng also lifted his own jar from the ground, touched him lightly, both of them raised their heads at the same time, and both took a big gulp.

There are some things that need not be said anymore, they have already been left unsaid.

When he lowered the wine jar, the green eyes of the barbarian in black suddenly sparkled: "If I really make a move, do you have the confidence to stop me?"

Wu Feng was silent.

Back then at the Sanfen restaurant, even though the barbarian hadn't even demonstrated half a fraction of his martial arts, he already felt that he was terrifying.

Now, after the pursuit of light kung fu just now, he already knows that the other party's kung fu is unfathomable.

Even he himself can't test the depth of his martial arts, so what can stop his self-confidence?

But after pondering for a while, Wu Feng suddenly smiled lightly, and said calmly: "Then, if I really make a move, are you sure of being invincible?"

The face of the barbarian in black couldn't help being solemn, his thick eyebrows frowned slightly again, the expression in his green eyes suddenly changed, and he fixed Wu Feng closely.

In an instant, he had already thought and thought in his heart, and then he suddenly realized that even he himself was not sure of victory at all.

This discovery shocked the man in black, and his eyes became sharp unconsciously.

He is proud by nature, he never wants to be inferior to others, and he never believes that there are people in this world who can compete with him in martial arts.

However, the young man in front of him seemed to be younger than himself, but he already gave him an indescribable sense of oppression.

The other party's talent is not inferior to my own. In time, I am afraid that no one can predict the outcome between me and him, even the confident man in black does not dare to infer.

So the man in black suddenly became vigilant.

What is the origin of this young man in front of him?

Was it really just a coincidence that he met him tonight?

Will he become his own worst enemy?

If this is the case, perhaps getting rid of the other party now would be the best choice for him.

The man in black had countless thoughts coming and going in his mind, and he never took his eyes off Wu Feng for a moment, but Wu Feng was still drinking his wine calmly, looking at the shadow of the river and the moon, showing no sign of nervousness on his body.

Is this Han boy really unaware of what he is thinking at the moment, or is he just pretending to be calm?

If you make a move yourself, what are your chances of winning?

The night wind is rustling, although the moonlight is still like water, and the beautiful scenery is in front of it, the air seems to suddenly become more dignified.

The barbarian in black just stared at Wu Feng for a long time, but his sharp eyes gradually calmed down, replaced by a look of pride.

He laughed inwardly at his gaffe.

Only others have ever challenged him, so why did he take the initiative to attack others?

Even though the young man next to him is the only formidable enemy in his life, as long as he doesn't attack him first, why should he look for trouble?

Although he didn't have the confidence to kill the opponent, the opponent also didn't have the confidence to defeat him.

If one day, I really want to meet the other party in battle, it is still unclear who will win the battle.

But now, he actually doesn't want to become an enemy with this Han boy.

At least, I don't want to turn the relationship between the two into hostility by myself.

The man in black silently took another sip of wine, staring at Wu Feng's beautiful silhouette beside him, and suddenly felt grateful that he didn't ask for his name.

If the other party knows who he is?Is it impossible to avoid this battle again, without the comfort of drinking together under the moon at this moment?

In the emerald green jewel-like pupils of the man in black, a look of loneliness slowly took over.

People in the world always want to constantly challenge and climb upwards, but how do they know that if a person reaches the highest place, he will be even more lonely and helpless?

Wu Feng quietly looked at the bright moon in the sky.

He didn't know why the barbarian sitting next to him suddenly emitted a fierce killing intent just now, and he didn't want to point it out.

Everyone has their own secrets and calculates others for various reasons.

He just silently prepared to take precautions. If the other party made a sudden attack, he naturally couldn't let him be slaughtered.

But the killing intent finally disappeared without a trace, which made Wu Feng slightly relaxed.

Such a quiet moonlit night, accompanied by good wine, is really not the time to use swords and guns to spoil the scenery.

Thinking of this, Wu Feng suddenly put down the wine jar in his hand, stood up, took a few steps forward, pulled out a bamboo flute from his waist, brought it to his lips, and played it softly.

The man in black listened silently, the sound of the flute was cold and elegant, with a rustling meaning, reminding him of the glistening white snow and the lonely bright moon on the top of the Northern Tianshan Mountains.

He suddenly felt ashamed.

The sound of this young man's flute is so detached, he clearly doesn't take these worldly things seriously, but he has guessed a lot about him just now, it's really a bit of a villain.

He couldn't help but follow Wu Feng's back closely, and felt that although the other person's figure was a little thin, it gave people a sense of awe-inspiring and inviolable, which was an impression that no one had ever given him before.

The sound of the flute was melodious and the aroma of the wine was so strong that the man in black gradually felt that he was deeply involved in it, but he couldn't tell whether it was the wine that was more intoxicating or the sound of the flute.

He had never heard this flute music before, but it touched his heart more than any other music he had heard before, because of the unique and independent loneliness, and because of the indescribable emotion.

Suddenly, a hint of surprise flashed in the dark green eyes of the man in black.

Because he could hear the depth of Wu Feng's flute sound, but there was an unspeakable melancholy and helplessness faintly.

This young man is obviously detached, but why is there still a heavy heart that cannot be let go?

It seems to be the reluctance to part with pain, and there are also unforgettable thoughts.

Who is this boy, the person he has been thinking about and caring about so far?

The man in black suddenly wanted to know all this very much, but was slightly taken aback because he sensed his intentions.

He has always been aloof and arrogant, and he appears indifferent and arrogant in front of unfamiliar people.

Why are you so curious about this young man you met for the first time, wanting to know him more and more deeply, wanting to be able to soothe the worries in his heart?

Isn't this too strange?

Could it be that just because the other party doesn't mind his status, he is willing to invite him to have a drink together?

Until the sound of the flute faded away, there still seemed to be lingering sounds in the world, but the man in black still stared at Wu Feng intently, forgetting to drink the fine wine in his hand.