A soft groan sounded in the ears of the people who were talking and laughing.

Before Yang Feng could react to what was going on, he suddenly felt a spike in his back and hit him hard.

However, now Yang Feng's physical strength is not bad, and this stabbing down, except for piercing a hole in his clothes, there is nothing to do, and there is also a sound of gold and iron clashing.

Yang Feng frowned, he already understood that someone had done a black hand behind his back, so he immediately turned around and shouted back.

There was an explosion, and the void was empty, and there was not a single shadow around, as if everything was an illusion.

There was nothing but the three of them.

Nangong Yueyi blinked his big confused eyes and muttered, "That...... Brother Yang, there seems to be some movement just now, you also heard it, why is there nothing?

Could it be that we all have problems with our ears?"

Without speaking, Feng Yu just searched around with a cautious face.

Yang Feng squinted his eyes, inspected the movements around him, glanced down again, and immediately leaned over and picked up a one-centimeter-sized sharp needle from the ground.

"What is this?"

Nangong Yueyi saw it and immediately asked.

Yang Feng groaned a little and muttered: "This is the spirit soldier used by the other party to stab me, when he just stabbed me, he found that the stab could not move, so he immediately retreated, but I turned around and slapped it, breaking the stabbing head." ”

"That's a lot of speed!"

Hearing his words, Feng Yu on the side couldn't help but exclaim: "We didn't notice it at all just now, he not only made a move, but also immediately retreated, where is it sacred?"

The two eyes rolled left and right, and Yang Feng muttered, "It's fog!"

"What?"

Feng Yu was puzzled, and Nangong Yueyi immediately understood: "You mean...... The other party is a fog-type assassin?

Because the fog is confused, so he can approach us unnoticed?

But his fog is too strong, we didn't even feel it at all, could it be that he ...... "Heaven-level fog attribute!"

With certain eyes, Yang Feng already understood everything, looked around, and the corners of his mouth curled up with an evil arc: "Moreover, he shouldn't have left yet, right?"

"How do you know?"

"I guess!"

With a grin, Yang Feng raised his eyebrows at Nangong Yueyi: "Hey, God Stick, you calculate first, is he gone?"

"Uh...... Good!"

Nodding his head, Nangong Yueyi immediately pinched his fingers, and said in his mind: "I am using the fast calculation method now, the plum blossom heart is easy, and the results will be produced within three breaths...... Well, Kan hexagram stands in Kun, Kan is a thief, Kun is the ground, he is still in this courtyard, there will be no mistake. ”

"Okay, it's good to be here!"

His eyes must have passed, the corners of Yang Feng's mouth crossed the evil smile, and he muttered in his mouth: "Look how I caught you out, divine skill, super intuition!"

In an instant, Yang Feng's body moved on its own, and he slammed into the void in the northwest.

Then, when a loud bang was heard, a black shadow flew upside down from the void, and before it landed, a mouthful of blood could not stop pouring out.

Yang Feng swept by, and at the moment when the assassin landed, he grabbed his body, raised his sandbag-sized fist and said with a sneer: "I didn't expect you, with the heaven-level mist attribute, you were caught so quickly."

Say, "Who sent you?"

Isn't that Yueqing?

Not to mention smashing your head...... Ugh!"

But suddenly, Yang Feng's proud face froze, looking at the familiar face in front of him, his eyes trembled, and he exclaimed: "Ximen, why are you?"

"You...... Who?"

The corners of the assassin's mouth were rebellious and disdainful, and he raised his head proudly, with a look of contempt, wasn't it that Simon Zun, who was it?

Yang Feng was dumbfounded, his raised fist trembling slightly: "You don't know me?"

I am the head of your family, Yang Feng, you used to show me the nursing home with Tu Ganglie. ”

"Head of the house?

Are you the head of the house?"

Hearing his words, Ximen Zun's eyes became a little hazy, as if he remembered something, and the tears in his eyes couldn't stop coming out, and he said excitedly: "Family master, I finally found you, but I want to die." ”

"Me too, Simon, get up!"

Yang Feng was overjoyed and hurriedly helped Ximen Zun up, but it was ...... With a soft groan, Ximen Zun's eyes were quick, and he didn't know where he took out a shiny dagger and stabbed Yang Feng in the stomach.

"Brother Yang!"

"Yang Feng!"

When Nangong Yueyi and Feng Yu saw it, they all screamed in surprise.

Yang Feng couldn't help but shake his body violently, looked at the dagger on his stomach with difficulty, raised his head again, and suddenly saw Ximen Zun's hideous face.

"Simon, why?"

Gritting his teeth, Yang Feng said bitterly.

Ximen Zun sneered again and again, and sneered: "Boy, you have recognized the wrong person.

I'm not Ximen Zun, I'm one of the twelve protectors of the Heavenly God Sect.

I just saw that you were emotional, so cooperate to expose your flaws and kill you with one blow, hum. ”

As he spoke, Ximen Zun's hand holding the dagger stabbed Yang Feng in the stomach fiercely, and his face became more and more cruel.

"Simon, why?"

Yang Feng seemed to be in pain, with tears in his eyes, and muttered.

Ximen Zun frowned slightly, and seemed to be a little impatient: "Didn't I say it just now, you recognized the wrong person, why do you keep chattering about me why?"

Am I not the Simon you spoke of?"

"I don't mean this, I mean ......" let out a long breath of turbidity, a wicked smile crossed the corner of Yang Feng's mouth, and he glanced at Simon deeply: "Ximen, I haven't seen you for so many years, even if you forget about me, the head of the family, it doesn't matter, but why has your IQ declined?"

Do you think that if you didn't kill me with that stab just now, this knife can hurt me?

Alas, naïve!"

As soon as the words fell, Yang Feng grabbed Ximen Zun's hand and pulled it out, only to see that Yang Feng's stomach was intact, and at most his clothes were torn again, but the dagger that was extremely sharp before was now completely shattered, and it was still dropping dregs.

Seeing this scene, Ximen Zun was stunned.

"How is that possible?

This dagger is a twelve-grade spirit treasure soldier, and it has also been blessed with divine power, but it was actually stabbed?

You...... Who the hell is it?"

"I don't even know who I am, it looks like you've really forgotten!"

With a long sigh, Yang Feng's eyes flashed, his fists tightened, and he exploded in an instant.

With a loud bang, Yang Feng directly smashed his fist on Ximen Zun's head, and immediately smashed his entire handsome face into the ground, but in an instant, Ximen Zun's eyes rolled and he lost consciousness.

Red blood and shattered teeth spurted out of its mouth, and the huge tremor shook the entire courtyard like the waves of the sea.

Yang Feng's face was unprecedentedly solemn, and even the depths of his eyes were full of sorrow, and he said hatefully: "Ximen, since you have forgotten the head of the family, then the head of the family will let you recall again, the iron fist of love of the head of the family, hum!"