When Meng Changsheng taught Feng Lin to slash, he told him at what angle he could maximize his speed.

But sometimes the speed is too fast, but there will be weaknesses.

That is, the nerves will not be interrupted in the first time.

The beheaded enemy can also subconsciously counterattack.

Just now, Feng Lin appeared behind Pu Nanqiang and cut three times before he was transferred away.

These three swords are all on the neck and back of the head, and he will undoubtedly die.

But that woman, Feng Lin hadn't had time to do it, and he was going to kill her this time.

After Feng Lin left, Han Meimei and Cen Anbang walked towards Cui Zhiqian.

Cen Anbang looked for it carefully, and there really was no wound on his body.

He deliberately turned Cui Zhiqian over, and there was no blood on the grass.

"Who is that person just now?"

Cen Anbang said in a deep voice, "Dacheng eighth level, isn't that even the Tantai Clan, and it will be destroyed if it is destroyed?"

Han Meimei's eyes are shining, is that the coercion of Dacheng Eighth?

Obviously, I can't feel any breath, but it makes people tremble.

Just now, the opponent's target was Cui Zhiqian, but Han Meimei, as a bystander, did not dare to breathe.

...

at the same time.

At the foot of a mountain somewhere in Jiangshi, Park Qinmei's legs trembled, looking at the dead body on the ground.

It’s not someone else lying here, but her brother, Park Nanqiang.

Just now, the two of them moved here together.

When Park Nanqiang was talking, blood spurted from the back of his neck, and he fell to the ground.

"Why isn't Mr. Cui coming yet!"

The reason why Park Qinmi did not leave was because the transfer address set by Cui Zhiqian was here.

She walked back and forth here, the trembling of her body could not be suppressed at all.

"Come on! Come on!"

As Park Qinmei was talking, a person's hand fell on her shoulder.

"Mr. Cui, you are finally here, my brother..."

Park Qinmei just turned around and realized that the person in front of her was not Cui Zhiqian, but Fenglin.

She collapsed her legs with fright, and sat weakly on the ground with a plop.

"Don't wait, your Mr. Cui is dead."

Feng Lin looked down at Park Nanqiang and found that there was no space ring in his hand.

So he used the Holy Ashen Gu to swallow the corpse.

"You... what are you going to do?"

Park Qinmi was so excited that she said this sentence in her mother tongue.

Feng Lin pulled out the scalpel, did not answer, and walked towards Park Qinmi indifferently.

"Don't kill me! I'm a descendant of the Holy King, you won't be better if you kill me, I'll give you money, give you a woman..."

Pu Qinmei was in tears, where was the aggressiveness just now, she knelt on the ground and cried, "Don't kill me, please."

"Your life is really not important to me."

Feng Lin squatted in front of Park Qinmi, "But you need to exchange it with a baby, a baby whose life is more precious than yours."

"Baby! Yes! There are many, what do you want?"

When Park Qinmi heard a turnaround, she hurriedly raised her head, tears all over her face.

"There are many? It seems that your life is worthless, so you should die."

Feng Lin clenched the scalpel tightly.

"No! My life is precious, there is almost nothing like it."

Park Qinmi's brain was thinking wildly, and she suddenly said, "I know a piece of news, which is very precious."

"Tell me."

Feng Lin nodded unhurriedly.

"We were in Qilu, China and found a ruin with a formation. Mr. Cui guessed that it should be an ancient master's tomb."

Park Kummi explained.

"In Qilu?"

Feng Lin just returned from that place.

"Yes, apart from this location, Mr. Cui's hometown is also in Qilu Province."

Park Qinmei nodded, "That's why we ordered the agency to tour Qilu recently. The first show will be in Mr. Cui's hometown, and the second show will be in the city outside the ruins."

"It turns out there is this reason, which city?"

Feng Lin narrowed his eyes.

He needs a place for acting, maybe this ruin is a good place.

"You... you let me go, I'll tell you."

Park Qinmi said timidly.

"Fuck! Do you dare to give Lao Tzu the conditions?"

Feng Lin kicked Piao Qinmei's body.

boom!

Her body flew upside down and hit the distant hillside.

Feng Lin took a leap and appeared in front of Park Qinmi.

Use the Baidi holy sword to pierce Park Qinmi's shoulder.

"Ah! Wow..."

Pu Qinmei screamed in pain, and burst into tears while clutching her shoulders.

Swipe it!

Feng Lin gathered three more swords in front of him, "You have another chance, tell me where I am?"

"I tell you, you...you can't kill me."

Park Qinmi cried.

"Yes, but there is a prerequisite. You need to tell me the location of the Holy Palace."

Feng Lin said lightly.

"What are you asking about Sacred Palace?" Pu Qinmei choked with her shoulders.

"If you dare to retaliate against my people, I will lead someone to destroy your holy palace." Feng Lin said with a smile.

"Okay! I won't take revenge! I will tell you the address of the ruins now, and you will let me go right away."

Park Qinmi nodded.

"No! In case the location you mentioned is wrong, where should I find you? You have to take me there yourself."

Feng Lin waved his hand lightly, and the Baidi holy sword here all turned into Qi and disappeared.

"good."

Park Geummi had no choice.

"Let all the people on your mountain evacuate. Cui Zhiqian is dead and killed by a master of the country. You can tell them the truth."

Feng Lin took out a healing pill and played it into Pu Qinmei's mouth.

Park Qinmei nodded secretly, and now she can only do that.

She first sent a message to those people, telling them that Cui Zhiqian had been killed by the master of the country.

Let them scatter and flee back.

Then he clutched his shoulders and looked at Feng Lin, "Go now?"

"No, come back with me."

Feng Lin took Pu Qinmei back to Gu's house.

When she saw Cui Zhiqian's body, she was still lying here, shaking her body with fright.

Huaxia's master is really strong.

Cui Zhiqian is a master of formation, the key is to reach the third rank.

To be able to kill him silently from the outside world, the strength must be at least a level five.

"Feng Lin! How did you bring her back?"

Xu Ruoying came over and asked.

"Then you need to say? It must be because she is pretty, ready to marry home as a wife."

Han Meimei smiled at the side.

"Don't talk nonsense, show me her and I will meet someone."

After Feng Lin finished speaking, he disappeared here.

Lan's house.

Lanhe was lying on the rocking chair in the yard as usual.

On the side table, there is steaming wolfberry water.

The radio is playing the latest news.

"Big brother! You said I call you Old Man Lan, you won't beat me?"

Feng Lin's figure appeared beside Lan He.

"It's just a title, not to mention that I am indeed an old man, and I have been alive in a few years."

Lan He smiled and waved.

"What are you pretending to be, Dacheng Rank 8!" Feng Lin sighed.

"Dacheng ninth rank can live more than three hundred years, and my life span is indeed not much."

Lan He smiled and shook his head.

"Have you heard of Shangguan's wealth?"

Feng Lin asked suddenly.

I remember that the second master said that he was a sword god, and his name was very domineering.