Wuxia: You can’t start without Mrs. Guo!

After all, this is Li Mochou’s apprentice, anyway, Li Mochou is also his own woman, and Hong Lingbo is still a disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect, and his husband, the head of the Ancient Tomb Sect, will definitely not be able to say if he does not come to the rescue.

“What a big breath!”

A faint voice resounded throughout the audience, as if coming from the void, as if it was far away, very close.

When Hong Lingbo heard this voice, his delicate body trembled, his face showed a look of ecstasy, and he shouted:

“Young Master Qin!”

Among the Quanzhen disciples, one of the disciples heard Qin Feng’s voice and directly sat on the ground in fright:

“It’s him, it’s him!”

This disciple was the Dulu Qingdu who had seen Qin Feng kill Zhen Zhibing and Hao Datong with his own eyes.

Since that day, 09 he often sat in shock in his dreams, dreaming of the scene where Qin Feng killed the two neatly at that time, he was inevitably covered in cold sweat, and sometimes he would be scared to pee his pants, and his voice was even more memorable.

“Who is it?”

Zhao Zhijing on the side saw his apprentice’s appearance and said displeased.

“It’s Qin Feng!”

Lu Qingdu said in a trembling voice.

Since Qin Feng’s Xiangyang incident became famous, there were no disciples of the Quanzhen Sect present at that time, but afterwards, this incident spread throughout the rivers and lakes, and everyone talked about it, and naturally it inevitably reached the ears of everyone in the Quanzhen Sect.

After many comparisons and confirmations, they determined that the murderer who broke into Chongyang Palace last winter and killed Zhen Zhibing and Hao Datong was this Qin Feng who turned the tide in Xiangyang City and saved the chivalrous heroes of the Great Song Wulin.

This result is simply difficult for them to accept, but it is what it is.

So they didn’t say anything about it, now Qin Feng’s reputation is flourishing, and they have a true sect to find Qin Feng’s trouble, that is, going against the sky, coupled with the martial arts displayed by the other party, they are powerless even if they want to take revenge.

I can only suppress this hatred in my heart, wait for the opportunity, and slowly plan it.

As soon as the words fell, Qin Feng’s figure appeared in the field, taking Hong Lingbo, who was flying back, into his arms, and in an instant, a faint unique fragrance came from the girl’s delicate body.

Discerning the difference between this fragrance and others in his heart, Qin Feng glanced at Wang Zhiyi who was chasing him lightly, and slapped out a random palm, the shocking dragon groaned loudly on the spot, and a azure dragon shape appeared vigorously, flying towards Wang Zhiyi.

Between the electric flint, Wang Wei had time to push two palms out, condensing the strength of his whole body to defend, but he could face Qin Feng’s casual move to drop the dragon palm, and the sleeves of his arms were shattered inch by inch, and they were swept away by the strong wind.

“Click”

The sound of bones breaking sounded at the same time, Wang Zhiyi pulled two blood-oozing arms, and flew out directly in the air, and when people were empty, a mouthful of blood sprayed out again, weakened life, and his life was in danger.

Without paying attention to Wang Zhiyi’s fate, Qin Feng looked down at Hong Lingbo in his arms and said:

“What are you doing here without sleeping?”

The first time he was held by Qin Feng in his arms, the broad and straight chest, Hong Lingbo only felt a hot temperature spread and surged in his heart, and his body instantly softened, meeting the former’s gaze, and said in a panic: (Read violent novels, just go on Feilu Novel Network!) ）

“Young Master Qin.”

“Your eagle keeps me awake.”

“…”

Qin Feng knew that this was Hong Lingbo’s unintentional words, after all, she had not yet accepted some of the funny words that she often transmitted in private, otherwise he would have to have two sentences with the girl in his arms to let the other party understand the benefits of the eagle.

Sun Buji flew to catch Wang Zhiyi, who was seriously injured and unconscious, and Liu Zhixuan protected him in front of him and shouted:

“430 Qin Feng, you still dare to come to my Chongyang Palace!”

“Could it be that this Chongyang Palace of yours is the Dragon Pond Tiger’s Den?”

Qin Feng turned his head to look at Liu Zhixuan, who was shouting at him, and laughed softly:

“I know you’ve been asking for information about me.”

“Now I’m standing here, wanting revenge, although I can do it.”

Speaking of this, Qin Feng paused, the smile on his face was still gentle, but his tone was flat:

“But there’s something I want to remind you.”

“I don’t really like killing people, and I don’t have a preference for killing people.”

“But the person who made a move on me, I don’t mind giving him a ride.”

“Come on.”

Qin Feng held Hong Lingbo and stood among the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, scanning the audience, his momentum was like a rainbow, and his black hair that was not tied up spilled, showing the spirit of a young man, with my invincible arrogant posture.