I want it all

Shen Feiyun was startled, the man in red sitting on the window looked about his age, but his martial arts attainment was not weaker than him at all, it was unfathomable.If it wasn't for the moment when he made the attack, he would have been hit by the opponent's nine-section whip.

"Who is your Excellency, what do you want from me?" Shen Feiyun stood up, stared at the other party without showing any weakness, and pulled up his friend on the ground by the way.

Mo Tingfeng took back the nine-section whip, jumped down from the window sill, and said with a smile: "Who are you, I didn't come to look for you."

If it wasn't for his ruthless strikes, his moves could kill people, and if he greeted him with such a smile, no one standing opposite him would rashly get annoyed with him.

Shen Feiyun sighed, if it wasn't for him, it was for his good friend Jian Yishan, which would be a little more troublesome.Coming at him, breaking the sky is the grievances of Jianghu, and Jian Yishan is the son of Prince Chen, maybe there are other aspects involved.

"Why are you looking for him?" Shen Feiyun didn't bother to guess, and asked directly while protecting his friend behind him.

Mo Tingfeng's eyes were originally slit, but when he opened them a little, they became dangerous. No matter how deep the pear dimples were, he still seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He raised the nine-section whip and lightly hit his left hand, as if he was stumped by Shen Feiyun's question and needed to think carefully.

After a while, he raised his head and said in distress, "What am I doing to answer your question."

As soon as the words fell, he opened his round and bright eyes, and struck a whip towards Shen Feiyun's position. When the whip whistled, the end of the whip had already arrived.

This is really deceptive!

If he, Shen Feiyun, was not here, how could Jian Yishan's non-stop kung fu be able to withstand these whips?

In an emergency situation, Shen Feiyun didn't care about his disheveled clothes, disheveled hair, wearing a plain white jacket, stepping on a pair of white socks, directly pulled out the paper fan at his waist, and tried his best to resist.

It was obviously a paper fan, but at the moment when it was fighting with the nine-section whip, the sound of gold and iron could be heard endlessly, and dazzling fireworks kept bursting out.

Mo Tingfeng withdrew his whip, didn't bother to control his strength, and directly broke the wooden board under his feet.

He raised his eyebrows and said: "The fan on one side is very interesting, the surface of the fan is made of ice silk silk paper, the big bone of the fan is made of black ice black iron, the small bone has a bone knife, and there is also black iron, a total of eighteen sides, each side is made of different materials. The most wonderful thing is the fan pendant, it is a piece of ice jade that does not melt for many years, it can cultivate internal energy."

The paper fan in Shen Feiyun's hand seemed ordinary, but in fact every part was forged carefully.

"Your internal strength is not inferior to mine." Mo Tingfeng nodded, as if he recognized Shen Feiyun, "The cultivation method is slanting, no wonder the clothes and weapons are so cold, and it's hard for your master to be so painstaking."

Shen Feiyun's face was frosty, and he said indifferently: "Who is your Excellency who actually knows my master?"

This sentence was a random question, and he didn't expect the other party to answer at all. He just held the paper fan tightly and was ready to shoot at any time.

Mo Tingfeng smiled and said, "I am the young master of the Holy Fire Cult, don't Tingfeng."

Shen Feiyun's heart sank, Jian Yishan had almost no contact with the Sacred Fire Cult, so he didn't know how he would be involved.

Before he could ask, Mo Tingfeng took the initiative to speak: "Don't worry, I was entrusted to come to Chang'an this time, and I was also entrusted to find Prince Chen's son. It has nothing to do with the Holy Fire Sect."

While speaking, there was another shallow smile, very amiable, making people feel good about him involuntarily.

Shen Feiyun saw the timing right, didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, directly used the best lightness kung fu "Yu Hua Jue", came to Mo Tingfeng in the blink of an eye, cut his throat with a flap.

Mo Tingfeng's whip was not conducive to melee combat, so he had to step backwards, but unfortunately there was a wall behind him, or he could only go out through the window.

It turned out that Shen Feiyun's question and answer was just to delay time, just to gain an advantage in the next move.

Mo Tingfeng didn't rush, and when he was approaching the wall and window, he bent over deftly to avoid the paper fan, then bent one knee, and kicked Shen Feiyun's right hand suddenly, using only his left leg to stabilize his figure.At the same time, the internal force of the left hand was released outward to urge the palm wind, and the right hand was finally free, and a whip was thrown out.

After this set of actions, if Shen Feiyun didn't respond in time, the result would be death or injury.

Shen Feiyun finally stopped restraining himself, showed his sharpness, directly blocked the nine-section whip with his left arm, and kicked Mo Tingfeng with his legs.Instead of protecting one's own style of play, the right hand disregarded the palm of the hand, desperately trying to cut off the opponent's head.

"Fuck!" Mo Tingfeng had calculated thousands of times, but he missed one point, and Shen Feiyun turned out to be an out-and-out lunatic.

With Mo Tingfeng's style of play, it is expected that his opponent will not fight to the death, so that he can turn the corner and win the upper hand.He never expected that Shen Feiyun was a bastard who was not afraid of death, and he was extremely ruthless when he came up.

He is conceited that he can win, but it is definitely not that he can win against a person who does not care about his own safety.

At this time, Mo Tingfeng had already bent down and was forced to the wall, Shen Feiyun bullied himself up, and in the blink of an eye, blood was guaranteed to splatter on the spot.

There is no escape, there is no escape.

Between life and death, Mo Tingfeng turned his head as much as possible, concentrating his internal energy on his bent knees.

In the next moment, the surging internal force suddenly struck.

Both of them changed the distribution of internal force in an instant, after all, the internal force in Shen Feiyun's leg was not as much as the other's, and the pain came from the blow, and he backed up again and again.

Mo Tingfeng clutched his cut neck, jumped to the window, turned his head and said in grief and indignation: "I didn't really intend to kill you, why did you do this?"

Shen Feiyun spit out a mouthful of blood on the white clothes, he wiped the corner of his mouth nonchalantly, and got up from the ground.

"You didn't intend to kill me?" He said word by word, "If I didn't respond in time, I'm afraid Ruoshui would have already been the soul of the dead under your whip. Is this the grace of not killing?"

Mo Tingfeng sneered: "So are you dead now? I want to assassinate you, can you live till now?"

"We are alive because I see through your tricks." Shen Feiyun was unmoved, "If you want to kill me, I will accompany you at any time. If you want to touch my friend, please forgive me and I can't just sit idly by."

"It's a good one that you can't sit idly by!" Mo Tingfeng murmured several times, pulling out a roll of fireworks from his arms and releasing them.

In the bleak wind and rain, the fireworks were not affected, and a gorgeous flame burst out in the dark sky.

After doing all this, Mo Tingfeng took out another roll of white gauze from his bosom, and applied medicine to himself, because he could escape at any time by the window, so he remained calm, not afraid of Shen Feiyun attacking again.

"It's useless to run, you're seriously injured, I'm going to stop you, you can't go at all." Mo Tingfeng didn't lift his eyelids, and wrapped up the gauze while speaking, "I have something to say, please tell Prince Chen, you might as well listen to it If you want to say something, it’s not too late to leave then.”

"Fart, let go!" Jian Yishan could no longer stay out of the matter, and was furious.

Only then did Mo Tingfeng give Jian Yishan his eyes, and smiled casually: "I also said that someone invited me out of the mountain. If there is anything I can talk to Shizi, there are naturally others who want to see you."

Shen Feiyun didn't bother to answer, just watched the situation, slowly picked up the clothes from the end of the bed and put them on, keeping his hands on the fan during the whole process.

Not long after, there was a sound downstairs, and the sound of footsteps was getting louder and closer.

Mo Tingfeng touched the gauze and asked Shen Feiyun: "It sounds good to be your friend. You can put life and death aside just to protect your friend's life. I want to know if you treat all your friends like this, or just your son?" in this way?"

Before he finished speaking, the door was pushed open, and because the movement was too big, Shen Feiyun's umbrella fell to the ground with a "bang".

Shen Feiyun ignored the people behind him, stared at Mo Tingfeng, and calmly said: "It's always been like this."

These four words have so much profound meaning that people can't figure it out. Mo Tingfeng was also confused, and asked doubtfully, "What is it that has always been like this?"

"For the sake of friends, shouldn't death be ignored? It's not me, nor anyone else, it's always been like this."

Shen Feiyun turned around, walked to Jian Yishan's side, and said to Yangyang and his party: "Please lead the way."

"Let me lead the way." Mo Tingfeng jumped out of the window, walked to the door, and bent over to pick up the umbrella on the ground.

When Shen Feiyun walked out the door, the cold air came towards him. The moment he looked towards the end of the corridor, the window was blown open again.Wind and rain buckled the window lattices and screens, and finally took the opportunity to sneak into the building.

"Second Master Shen, go slowly." The buddy Hao Ren stood at the end, with the wind blowing his temples and the rain falling on his shoulders.

Shen Feiyun waved at him, and said with a slight smile, "I'm sorry."

"What are you guys talking about?" Mo Tingfeng, who was in front of him, turned his head and looked curious.

"Let's talk about this window is too broken, please replace it with a brand new one." Shen Feiyun put away his smile and glanced at him, "According to my temperament, the material is too bad. Moiré."

"It must be the best huanghuali." The man Hao Ren agreed loudly, and closed the blown wooden window and bolted it.

He quickly walked to the bottom of the building and looked through the door. It was pitch black outside, even darker than when he came here, and it was already night.The rain was getting heavier and the water was rushing non-stop.

There were a few carriages parked outside the door, and the canopy could not completely block the pouring rain. The driver sat in front of the carriage, and half of his body was still wet after all.

Shen Feiyun walked towards the door.Mo Tingfeng opened the oil-paper umbrella and followed him to hold the umbrella for him. The two walked side by side.

Mo Tingfeng said: "Your umbrella is exquisitely crafted. The craftsman who made the umbrella must have spent a lot of energy. Wouldn't it be a pity to throw it away and waste other people's energy."

Shen Feiyun stepped into the carriage, bowed his head and said, "I have nothing to do with the umbrella I made myself. I use it if I want to, and throw it away if I want to."

Mo Tingfeng put away his umbrella and shook off the rain, then squeezed into the carriage and sat with Shen Feiyun.Mo Tingfeng then asked: "I like this umbrella very much, can you give it to me?"

Shen Feiyun closed his eyes, and said calmly: "Fortunately, what you said was just an umbrella, if you ask me for a fan, should I give it or not?"

"Am I such an unreasonable person?" Mo Tingfeng couldn't help shaking his head when he was amused, "Isn't your fan even more expensive, it matches your martial arts, and if I take your fan away, I'm simply unworthy. "

"It turns out that although the young master of the Sacred Fire Cult has committed many crimes, he still feels that he is worthy of being a human being." Shen Feiyun sarcastically said.

"My father's evil, you also want to blame me?" Mo Tingfeng looked innocent and innocent, "I just want to make friends with you, does this count as a lot of evil?"

"Didn't the clothes you wear come from the Sacred Fire Cult's plundering of people's money; the food you eat and the wine you drink, didn't your father snatch them from other people's hands regardless of their lives?"

Shen Feiyun opened his eyes and stared straight at Mo Tingfeng, making no effort to hide his disgust.

Mo Tingfeng lowered his head, avoided talking about these things, just took out the medicine for internal injuries, handed it over, and said with a smile: "Don't mind that I hit hard before, I don't know each other if I don't hit... I always know the severity, so I won't It really hurt you, if you didn't fight back to kill you, you are guaranteed to be safe now..."

"You don't need to be hypocritical, your drug, Mr. Shen, really dare not take it." Shen Feiyun turned sideways and ignored her.