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Qiao Feng hesitated for a moment, then seriously warned.

"Understood, thank you, Chief Qiao, for reminding me."

Feng Wuhen said with a smile.

Only now did he know that he killed Ding Chunqiu's second disciple, Mo Yunzi.

After the two exchanged a few more pleasantries, Feng Wuhen left the room, gave up his guest room to Qiao Feng, and opened a new one.

The members of the Beggar Gang did not go back, but all stayed in Dongpeng Inn, on duty all night, worried that the Xingxiu faction would kill them again.

The next morning, Feng Wuhen said goodbye to Qiao Feng and planned to leave Yangcheng.

And Qiao Feng returned to the head of the Beggar Gang under the escort of the Beggar Gang disciples to continue recuperating from his injuries.

...

Qingyuan Town.

In a restaurant, Feng Wuhen sat alone at a table drinking wine.

He has been in this town for several days, and the wine here is good.

After leaving Yangcheng, he came here, and the reason why he has not left is because he has been waiting, waiting for the Xingxiu faction to come to take revenge.

But several days passed, and the Xingxiu faction never showed up, for unknown reasons.

But even though the person waiting didn't come, he was addicted to alcohol.

Today he came out of the inn again, came to this restaurant, ordered two jugs of wine, and had been drinking from morning to afternoon.

Although there are good wines in the restaurant, there are not many customers. Perhaps because the town is too small, there are no people there.

But today seems to be a little different. Many people came in one after another, and before they knew it, the entire restaurant was filled.

There are men and women, old and young.

But they all have one thing in common, they all carry weapons.

Those who come are all from the rivers and lakes.

Moreover, everyone's eyes are looking in the same direction from time to time.

Feng Wuhen.

"Sir, you are so elegant. You can still drink with so much relish when you're alone. Do you want me to accompany you?"

At this moment, a charming voice sounded, and a woman slowly got up from her seat, swayed her body and walked to Feng Wuhen's table, looking at Feng Wuhen in a daze.

"Since it's a one-person boring drink, naturally you don't need others to accompany you."

Feng Wuhen drank the wine on his own, and said lightly, without even looking at the woman.

After hearing Feng Wuhen's response, the woman's expression changed, but she quickly recovered.

"Such a good wine, wouldn't it be a waste to drink it in a boredom? If the young master is willing, the little girl can serve the young master as much as she wants."

As the woman said, one hand was already on Feng Wuhen's shoulder, and she moved her whole face towards Feng Wuhen, blowing a breath at Feng Wuhen, her breathing was obvious.

Such a move, for any alcoholic man, I'm afraid he can't resist it.

But Feng Wuhen seems to be the exception.

He is nobody.

He is Feng Wuhen.

As soon as the woman's voice fell, Feng Wuhen frowned and hid back, hastily stretched out his hand to pinch his nose, and slapped his face with the other hand.

Such a move, a fool can see what he means.

Seeing this scene, the woman's face turned red, and a murderous intent flashed in her eyes.

The expressions of all the guests who were sitting in the restaurant also changed.

"Young master is so rude!"

The woman looked at Feng Wuhen and said with some dissatisfaction.

No woman could bear such humiliation.

"The rude person should be a girl. You and I don't know each other. As soon as you came up, you hooked your shoulders and talked flatteringly. If I remember correctly, this is a restaurant, not a brothel."

Feng Wuhen said lightly, still not looking at the woman.

"you!"

Hearing Feng Wuhen's words, the woman could no longer hide her dissatisfaction, and her face turned even redder with anger.

She has used this trick many times, but today is the first time it has lost its effectiveness.

As the woman's voice fell, the guests sitting around stood up almost at the same time, holding the weapons in their hands.

Feng Wuhen shook his head, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In fact, from the moment the first person walked into the restaurant, he had already noticed something was wrong.

These people are a gang, although they pretend not to know each other.

And they didn't come to drink, because they didn't touch the wine on the table at all.

They were coming for him.

Unexpectedly, instead of waiting for people from the Xingxiu Sect, another group of ghosts came to their door.

Chapter 18 An Unexpected Promise

in the restaurant.

Dozens of people from the rivers and lakes have all made preparations for the imminent attack. When the woman gives an order, dozens of people will pull out their weapons at the same time and rush towards Feng Wuhen who is still holding the wine glass.

A war of bullying the few with the more is about to break out!

"You are really surprising, but I don't know if you are really as determined as a mountain, or do you simply not like women?"

The anger on the woman's face suddenly disappeared, and instead she let out a silver bell-like laugh, tilting her head and looking at Feng Wuhen with a playful look in her eyes.

"I don't like women."

Feng Wuhen drank a glass of wine, shook his head and said lightly.

After hearing Feng Wuhen's words, the woman was obviously stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect Feng Wuhen to say what she said, and then couldn't help laughing even louder.

But Feng Wuhen's next sentence made her unable to laugh anymore.

"Especially a woman like you."

Feng Wuhen finally raised his head, looked at the woman, and added something.

Hearing Feng Wuhen's words, the woman's smile froze on her face, and a murderous intent mixed with resentment flashed in her eyes.

From Feng Wuhen's eyes, she saw disdain and sarcasm.

"court death!"

The woman couldn't suppress it anymore, she shouted angrily, and suddenly struck Feng Wuhen's face with a palm!

Take the wind in your palm!Bitter cold!

Feng Wuhen frowned slightly, without a moment's hesitation, he shot like lightning, and the second finger in the middle of the food pointed at the woman's wrist like lightning!

The woman was shocked, and it was too late to withdraw her arm!

There was a coquettish hum, and then the woman staggered back a few steps, looking at Feng Wuhen who was still sitting on the chair in horror.

"Shaolin Vigorous Diamond Finger?!"

The woman gritted her teeth and looked at Feng Wuhen, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

Her entire arm is now almost unable to move, and she can't lift a bit of strength, and there are constant numbness in her wrist.

"Mysterious Ice Technique?! It turns out that the girl is from Vulture Palace."

Feng Wuhen looked at the coquettish woman again, and said lightly, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Mysterious Ice Technique is a martial art of the Tianshan School. It is good at cold ice, with ice in the palm and energy in the ice.Tianshan Xuanbing is made of unusual water, and it can survive under the scorching sun for a long time. Tianshan disciples use ice, just like Xingxiu school uses poison.

It stands to reason that this kind of martial arts should be felt by the system in Feng Wuhen's body as soon as the woman appears. Perhaps it is because the woman's cultivation level is not enough, and even the system cannot recognize it.

It seemed that as Feng Wuhen's martial arts practice became stronger and stronger, even the system began to become picky.

The coquettish woman was stunned for a moment, unexpectedly, Feng Wuhen saw her identity at a glance.

"Bold madman, how dare you insult Miss Lan Jian, let's go together and kill him!"

"kill him!"

At this moment, the crowd sitting in the restaurant began to agree one after another, they pulled out the weapons in their hands, and rushed towards Feng Wuhen together.

One of the fastest people had already slashed at Feng Wuhen's head!

"stop!"

Seeing this scene, the alluring woman named Lan Jian couldn't help frowning, it was too late to stop her.

This time she came to invite someone, not to kill.

But soon she looked at the subordinate who stood up for her with pity. With Feng Wuhen's strength, even she was no match for herself, let alone the 36-hole man.

At this moment, Feng Wuhen, who was sitting on the chair, didn't even look at the person, and directly threw his hand and slapped him!Fast as lightning!

"what!"

There was a scream, and then I saw that person flying backwards straight up, in mid-air, with blood gushing out of his mouth, knocking down several people and falling heavily to the ground, dying on the spot.

Seeing this scene, the rest of dozens of people all gasped and froze in place, not daring to make another move.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?!"

Lan Jian looked at Feng Wuhen in horror, and exclaimed in disbelief.

Now she finally understands that if Feng Wuhen wanted to kill her, she would have died just now!

"Thank you, Young Xia Feng, for not killing me just now. We are indeed from Vulture Palace, and my servant, Lan Jian, is Child Elder's personal maid. I have offended you just now, and I hope you will forgive me."

"Today, I came here just because of the name, and I was ordered by Child Elder to invite the young hero to the Misty Peak of Tianshan Mountain, hoping that the young hero will show respect."

Lan Jian walked up to Feng Wuhen, bent down to salute, and said respectfully.

"Four Swords of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum, what rank is your cultivation?"

Feng Wuhen was noncommittal, and asked faintly while pouring himself another glass of wine.

"The two swords of plum and bamboo are very talented, so Lan Jian can only be ranked third."

Lan Jian hesitated for a moment, then replied slowly.

She didn't know why Feng Wuhen asked such a question suddenly.

"Where is Child Elder Shan that day?"

Feng Wuhen raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, then asked.

After hearing his words, everyone including Lan Jian couldn't help but change their expressions.

"Child Elder's martial arts are unfathomable, naturally she is number one in the world!"

Lan Jian replied without thinking.

After hearing Lan Jian's answer, Feng Wuhen smiled lightly.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Hearing Feng Wuhen's answer, Lan Jian was stunned for a moment, and looked up at Feng Wuhen in disbelief.

As far as she knew, more than one faction had invited Feng Wuhen before, but Feng Wuhen not only refused to agree, but even killed him.

"What? Do you want to go back on your word?"

Feng Wuhen looked at Lan Jian, frowned, and asked with a smile.

Lan Jian hurriedly waved his hands, with a hint of joy on his face, and bent even lower.

"Of course not. I will welcome the young man to Tianshan, and Xie young man will ignore the past."

Lan Jian said respectfully.

Feng Wuhen stopped talking, took out an ingot of silver and put it on the table, got up and walked straight out.