Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

Just when Jin Chengfeng was feeling proud, Fan Yanmu had already secretly circulated his internal energy. An invisible force gathered in his body. With a low shout from him, the chains on his limbs seemed to be unable to bear the weight and broke one after another. The breaking sound was particularly harsh in the quiet space.

At the critical moment when the blade was about to touch the skin, Fan Yanmu exerted force and grabbed Jin Chengfeng's wrist with an astonishingly fast movement.

Faced with this sudden counterattack, Jin Chengfeng was shocked. The smile on his face froze instantly, his eyes became fierce and fierce, and the tip of the knife in his hand was involuntarily aimed at Fan Yanmu's eyes, as if it could pierce through all the light and hope in the next moment.

At the moment of life and death, Fan Yanmu bent his knees and thrust upward suddenly, hitting Jin Chengfeng on the head, making him dizzy and losing his balance.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fan Yanmu flipped his wrist and easily snatched the life-threatening knife. At the same time, he used the momentum to jump off the wooden table and landed steadily on the ground with both feet, like a cheetah that had just escaped from its trap. With sparks of fighting flashing in his eyes, he was ready to give the enemy a fatal blow.

Having lost the initiative, Jin Chengfeng's aura condensed, and his cold snort revealed an arrogance that should not be underestimated.

His fingers gently stroked the handle of the long sword at his waist, and a sharp aura burst out in an instant. The sword flashed, and his body was as fast as lightning, rushing straight towards Fan Yanmu.

In this small space, every inch of air seemed to be cut into pieces by the tense atmosphere.

Fan Yanmu raised a faint smile, his body as light as a feather, and easily avoided Jin Chengfeng's fierce attack.

The blade in his hand seemed to have its own will. He made a false stab and easily deceived Jin Chengfeng's sight. Then, the real killing move was like a hidden poisonous snake, silent and deadly, aiming directly at what Jin Chengfeng cared about most - the disguised face.

Jin Chengfeng paused, it was too late for him to dodge, he only felt a sharp pain on his face. A piece of human skin mask was cut by the sharp knife wind and fell like a leaf, revealing the true face hidden underneath. Blood flowed down his angular face, adding a bit of cruel beauty to the battle.

There was a hint of surprise in Fan Yanmu's eyes. He obviously had not expected that the enemy in front of him was so proficient in the art of disguise. His previous gentleness was just a carefully set trap.

There was a subtle change in the air, and the atmosphere of the battle suddenly escalated.

Jin Chengfeng sneered again, no longer concealing his true strength, and his attack was like a storm, sweeping towards Fan Yanmu.

The walls of the basement trembled under the clash of swords and knives, and the crisp sound of metal colliding echoed. The sound of fierce fighting penetrated the walls and quickly attracted the attention of the Xuan Yu Tang members outside the door.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and the disciples of Xuan Yu Tang rushed in with a look of astonishment, but what they saw was a fierce fight between "Jin Chengfeng" and a stranger.

They looked at each other in confusion, with doubts flooding their hearts like a tide: they clearly saw the branch elder personally step into this place.

"Who exactly are you, Excellency? Where are our elders now?"

Everyone in Xuan Yu Hall drew their weapons in unison, with a mixture of vigilance and questioning. Their eyes fluctuated between Jin Chengfeng's real face and the unfamiliar face.

Faced with questioning, Jin Chengfeng's eyes were not filled with fear, but instead flashed with disdain.

Although his voice was the same as that of the elder, it was somewhat mocking. "With all of you idiots, who else is qualified to stand here except me, the elder? Hurry up and take this guy down!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the disciples of Xuan Yu Hall became stunned. Although they could tell that it was the elder's voice, the person in front of them was clearly someone else.

This extraordinary phenomenon left them at a loss for a moment.

Just when everyone was stunned, Fan Yanmu seized this moment and launched an attack suddenly, hitting Jin Chengfeng's vital point.

The disciples of Xuan Yu Tang were finally awakened, and rushed towards Fan Yanmu shouting, vowing to protect the safety of the "elder".

Jin Chengfeng took the opportunity to turn around, dodged to the side, watched the fight coldly, took out a new mask from his arms, and put it on his face skillfully. In an instant, the familiar image of the branch elder reappeared in front of everyone, which was unbelievable.

The sound of the fierce fight disturbed the patrolling disciples outside the dark room, and they rushed in, making the already tense situation even more complicated.

Fan Yanmu had a clear goal and had no intention of getting entangled with these irrelevant people. After several confrontations, he decisively walked through the crowd and headed straight for Jin Chengfeng.

Jin Chengfeng sneered and stepped back until his back was against the stone wall.

He slammed his palm against the stone wall, and with a loud bang, a heavy stone door opened. He flashed and disappeared into the darkness behind the door.

Fan Yanmu wanted to follow closely, but was stopped again by the new disciple.

The stone door slowly closed, forcing him to deal with the obstacle in front of him.

Seeing Jin Chengfeng's figure disappear without a trace, Fan Yanmu's chest was filled with anger. His internal strength burst out, and he slapped out with one palm, actually repelling all the besieging disciples of Xuan Yu Tang.

Then, he pressed hard on the mechanism of the secret door, and another way out appeared. The stone door slowly opened, and he stepped in without hesitation, chasing the mysterious opponent and stepping into the unknown abyss.

The stone door creaked heavily, slowly closed and was tightly embedded in the solid stone walls around it. As the last ray of light was swallowed up, the surrounding world seemed to be stained by ink and sank into endless darkness.

Fan Yanmu deftly took out an ancient fire starter from his sleeve, blew it gently, and flames jumped out, illuminating the surrounding space.

Under the illumination of this faint but firm light, a more hidden secret room filled with a strange atmosphere appeared before our eyes.

Compared with the previous one, this secret room is not only more secretive, but also filled with an indescribable chill that makes one's chest tighten.

Countless human leather items were hung on the walls. They were twisted and swaying in strange ways, giving off an ominous feeling that made one's back chill.

The chill in the air was like an invisible ice blade, piercing through clothes and striking the bone marrow. Even a warrior like Fan Yanmu felt a slight numbness in his toes.

He quickly used his internal energy, and a layer of warm air rose from his dantian, surrounding his entire body and resisting the biting cold.

Under the protection of his inner strength, Fan Yanmu began to investigate carefully. Apart from those horrifying human skins, his gaze gradually focused on the thirty-one frozen figures scattered on the ground.

These once vibrant lives have now become eternal sculptures, with pale skin, as if some force had drained away all the life force, causing their muscles to shrivele and twist. Their curled-up postures silently tell of their final pain and despair in life.

These were all women, and each of them had been the concubine of the branch hall elder. Fan Yanmu couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He felt an indescribable anger and sadness for the cruelty and ruthlessness of the elder.