Li Xuan was dressed in a black robe, and Zhao Feng followed closely behind him, since the two of them entered this Flying Dragon Town, they were drawn away by this constant shouting, these days, they haven't seen much other human beings, this breath of prosperity slowly unraveled Li Xuan's somewhat lonely heart!

"Well, Feng'er, it seems that your Feilong Town is not bad?" With a slight smile, Li Xuan turned his head to Zhao Feng and said.

"Uh, master, yes, hehe. Zhao Feng scratched his head and smiled with his master.

"Well, let's go find a place to live now, and I'll see your little lover tomorrow, haha!" Li Xuan naturally knew from Zhao Feng that he still had a beloved waiting for him here, alas, young man, it's just different, Li Xuan said with a smile.

"Well, everything is up to you, master. Zhao Feng smiled slightly embarrassedly.

The two walked into a nice hotel and stayed in.

Early the next morning, Zhao Feng couldn't wait to get up, but unfortunately, Li Xuan was still slowly sorting out his things, so that although Zhao Feng was impatient, he couldn't help it.

The light of the morning sun sprinkled slightly on the earth, so that all things woke up, Li Xuan walked in front slowly, and Zhao Feng in the back wanted to meet Xiaoyu soon, remembering Xiaoyu's sweet smile in his heart, and suddenly smiled sweetly,

Li Xuan, who was in front of Jean, couldn't help but sigh again: "Alas, old man, young people now." ”

In the end, under the leadership of Zhao Feng, he came to an unusually majestic building, it was hard to imagine that this was just a family in a small town, Zhao Feng had just come back and had not waited for him to speak, the two guards guarding the door found the person in front, wasn't it Zhao Feng who had already left? The two guards glanced at each other, and then one of them quickly left,

"Who's coming?" The only remaining guard strode forward, and slightly shook the weapon on his waist, looking at the fluctuations of the true qi on his body, it was only the sixth level of the warrior, and it was also, if it was a warrior or a monk above the warrior, he would not be a guard for the family in this town.

Li Xuan shrugged his shoulders slightly, stretched out his hands and motioned, you can solve it yourself, and then came to the back, like an ordinary teenager, standing quietly.

Zhao Feng also knew the master's character, so he strode forward directly, and said loudly: "I am Zhao Feng!

"Zhao Feng, I don't know, our Zhao family does have a lost dog Zhao Feng who escaped, but unfortunately he may have died a long time ago, go quickly, otherwise, don't blame the uncle, the knife in my hand will let you see blood." The guard deliberately pretended to be stupid, he also knew that the young man in front of him was Zhao Feng, but unfortunately it had been arranged above, if he saw him, he would report it to Young Master Zhao Rong, just now that person went to report to the young master, however, the guard still thought that Zhao Feng was the waste person who couldn't cultivate before, so he also moved the knife on his waist and threatened, but he sneered in his heart: "Let's go, it's better to go quickly, let's do it!"

Hearing this, the momentum on Zhao Feng's body was like a substance, exuding black true qi, surrounding his body, and quickly crushing towards the guard who was only the sixth level of the fighter, the guard only lasted for a moment, and then he had lost his combat effectiveness, with an unbelievable meaning in his eyes, this, he was able to cultivate? Moreover, it is even higher than my level? This is so possible, when he ran away, he did not cultivate, could it be that in just one month, he went from a wasted person with no cultivation at all, to a soldier above the sixth level? This is unheard of!

"Hmph!" Originally, in these days of contact, Zhao Feng was learning Li Xuan's every move, intentionally or unintentionally, and naturally he didn't like nonsense, let alone being ridiculed like this? He is not the waste man before, now he is a Zhao Feng who is determined to become the sharpest knife in the master's hand, Zhao Feng looked coldly at the guard who had vomited blood under the crushing of his own momentum, and said coldly. "Now, I can go in?"

"Well, it seems that Feng'er has not only improved by leaps and bounds in cultivation during this time, but also in combat experience, and even the momentum on this body has improved a lot, and it can be condensed into substance, it seems that this mad demon battle trick and this demon sword mad demon are really not mortal," Li Xuan carefully looked at Zhao Feng, who was like a demon god, and looked at the weird demon knife behind him that could attack at any time, slightly lost his eyes, and muttered in a low voice.

On the guard's sluggish face, there was a vague incredulity, but he was still holding on, and said in a slightly stammering voice: "Impossible! If you come over again, you are despising the Zhao family, don't think that you can win against me, our Zhao family is more powerful than you don't know how many people are there, wait, the third young master is about to come out!"

"Oh, I said that you just recognized me, but you pretended not to know, it turned out that it was Zhao Rong's guy, hum!" Zhao Feng remembered the performance of the two guards before, and it was clear that all of this was done by Zhao Rong, although the people of the Zhao family bullied him intentionally or unintentionally after the death of the fifth master, but Zhao Rong was the only one among them, who coveted his elixir, so he would be like that!

While Zhao Feng was thinking, the door of the Zhao family opened, and a group of people came out of it, led by a young man, the young man's face was slightly gloomy, and at first glance it was not a good thing to provoke, just like a poisonous snake!

The young man led by him first looked at the guard who fell to the ground, and then cast his eyes on the young man surrounded by black true qi, looking at his familiar face, feeling the fluctuation of his true qi, the pupils in his eyes shrank slightly, and a touch of disbelief flashed, this, is it still the waste man he knows, Zhao Feng?

However, after the shock, a touch of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes again, and he killed him directly, so as not to bring himself an enemy who had become a genius. Waving his hand to the crowd around him: "Give it to me, kill this thief who doesn't know whether to live or die and dares to offend our Zhao family,"

"Yes!" shouted the guards beside him. Then they all smiled wickedly, they didn't think that these two teenagers could escape,

"Zhao Rong, what's the matter, want to kill people? Then come on!" Zhao Feng saw his attitude, and he knew Zhao Rong's plan, and he no longer talked nonsense, he directly held the demon knife mad demon, and his footsteps flashed, driving a black true qi, and quickly crashed into the group of guards,

The highest of these guards is only the eighth level of the warrior, the same as Zhao Feng, but the gap between the two is not ordinarily large, Zhao Feng is like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, these people are rarely able to take his knife, within a moment, several figures who have died of exhaustion fell on the ground, looking at their corpses, there is a long knife edge, scarlet blood slowly flows out from the wound, and there is still disbelief in his open eyes, this young boy actually has the strength to kill all of them in seconds!

The more Zhao Rong looked at it, the more gloomy the color on his face became, he gritted his teeth slightly, and said in a cut voice: "This Zhao Feng, what kind of fate does he have? Not only can he cultivate, but he also makes rapid progress, and his combat strength is only the eighth level of a fighter, so he can crush these guards? Although these guards are just a group of waste people to me, Zhao Feng is only sixteen years old! No, I can't let him live." Thinking about it, the ruthlessness in Zhao Rong's heart became a little stronger, and the sword in his hand had been slowly sharpened, and within a blind spot of Zhao Feng's vision, his body quickly ran true qi,

Then he quickly pointed at Zhao Feng, wanting to cut him under the sword, Zhao Rong's eyes flashed with ecstasy, Zhao Feng, you give me death!

Zhao Feng also felt the murderous aura coming from behind at this time, but he was entangled by a soldier level 8 guard, and he couldn't get out, just when he was in a hurry, the corner of his eye slightly skimmed the place where the master should be standing, where was there still the figure of the master?

At that moment, Zhao Feng's face showed a smile, because there was a master there, he could fight with confidence, not to take care of the danger from behind, even more crazy, the knife was deadly attacking,

Seeing that Zhao Feng didn't react in the slightest, Zhao Rong smiled, and when the sword was about to stab behind Zhao Feng, a voice that made the pupils in his eyes shrink slowly came in his ears, "Actually, you look down on waste people so much, then I'll let you feel the feeling of waste people!"

Li Xuan came to Zhao Rong's side in an instant, and after saying a word softly with a slight inexplicable meaning, his right hand gently patted Zhao Rong's abdomen, where the dantian was, I saw this plain palm, and this incomparable Zhao Rong was knocked down from the clouds to hell, and his dantian was shattered, that is to say, from now on, he is no longer the genius of the Zhao family, but a waste person who everyone looks down on!

"Poof!" The dantian shattered instantly, accompanied by severe pain, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Zhao Rong's mouth, Zhao Rong hurriedly tried to mobilize the true qi in his body, but found that there was nothing in his body, which made Zhao Rong's face look like ashes, and he looked at the young man who was shooting himself blankly,

"Alas," he shook his head slowly, not feeling that he had done anything bad, no longer paying attention to Zhao Rong who was being shot by himself next to him, and carefully watching the performance of his good apprentice.

I saw that Zhao Feng in the field was like a madman, the blue-black demon knife in his hand, with a sharp edge, every time he fell, it was accompanied by a scream, he fell to the ground, covering his wound and moaning in pain, and within a moment, the guards either fell to the ground and groaned, or they had completely slept for a long time, and Zhao Feng had become the only winner in the field.