The Swordsman who started from Baicaotang

It is slightly cool in late autumn.

The mountain wind is as sharp as a knife.

There were fewer and fewer people on the official road, and the biting cold wind whistled in. On a small hillside, there were five or six small wooden tables, and some people were sitting opposite each other in the cold wind, drinking and leaning against the west wind.

These people were drunk and looked like a group of drunkards and bohemian prodigals from a distance.

Until a figure slowly approached from the horizon in the distance, the drunkards stopped drinking, their eyes gleamed, and all the drunkenness was gone.

This group of people had strong cultivation bases. Looking closely, they saw a young man with a knife on his back, walking towards them neither hurriedly nor slowly.

Among this group of drunkards there was an old man with white hair and beard. Huang Feng had seen him once. This old man was one of the people who came to Baicaotang to cause trouble a few days ago.

To be too old to die is to be a thief.

This old man looked timid, but once he took action, he was very decisive. He actually dared to block Huang Feng's way here. Of course, this time, not only him came, but also innate strongmen, and there was more than one innate strongman.

Emboldened!

This is his bottom line.

He is indeed old, and without sufficient opportunities, he will never be able to break through the innate realm in this lifetime, nor will he be able to improve his cultivation and gain longevity.

to this end.

He could only give it a try. He didn't want to die yet. He still had some wine to drink and a beautiful woman was waiting for him to sleep with.

After a while, the boy came closer and closer, and his figure went from blurry to very clear.

The old man whispered, "My Lords, he is Huang Feng. He is only at the half-step innate level, but after practicing his skills, his power is unimaginable. He does have the potential to kill Li Chufeng."

Ok.

Li Chufeng's death was not a lie. No matter what tricks Huang Feng had, he had the ability to kill an innate strongman, there was no doubt about that.

After hearing this, the five innate masters put away the wine on the wooden table, looked at each other with serious expressions, and one of them said:

"Mulin, this time it's all thanks to your advice, otherwise we wouldn't have recognized him and he might have escaped. That would have been troublesome."

"After we get the benefits, your share will definitely be there, so don't worry."

Mu Lin is the old man with white hair and beard. He is indeed quite old and probably doesn't have many years left to live.

Logically speaking, he is a senior in the martial arts world, but in the martial arts world, the strong are respected, and these innate strong men call him by his name directly without any taboo.

This old man is timid but ambitious. He often does sneaky things and spends all his time on intrigues. He has almost no time for cultivation. The fact that he can reach the half-step innate state is already an amazing talent.

however.

He still didn't give up, still wanted to become an innate strongman, trying to come over to get a piece of the pie. At this time, the five innate strongmen said nice things, but once they succeeded, I'm afraid they would have to fight to the death.

The wages of avarice is death.

There is no doubt that once there is a benefit, everyone wants to take it all for themselves.

However, Huang Feng’s methods are not weak, and no one knows his true methods. For the time being, they can only put aside past grudges and join forces to fight the enemy.

Of course, Mu Lin was old and cunning, and he also had his own calculations. He was waiting for Huang Feng to die, and then the five innate masters would fight each other, and in the end he might be the winner.

This is his real purpose. He doesn’t care about the promise of the five innate strong men at all. This kind of thing is absolutely unreliable.

"Qian Zong, you have fought with Huang Feng before, how strong is he?"

Qian Zong had luckily escaped with his life at that time, but today he came here and tried to take revenge.

Looking at the figure coming from afar, Qian Zong's face was grim, his eyes full of resentment. Although he escaped, he still consumed all his treasures. Over the past few decades, he dug dozens of graves to accumulate these treasures.

Hearing this, Qian Zong thought for a moment before replying, "This man's swordsmanship is superb, so don't be careless. I was injured by his swordsmanship before and was seriously wounded. Now I can only trouble you to help me."

"I, Qian Zong, will no longer interfere with the Zhu family's bounty. As long as I see Huang Feng dead, I will be satisfied."

Other innate strong men all knew something about Qian Zong's methods. He and Wu Tianshui were the same. The skills they practiced were not good, their combat power was low, and their cultivation was also insufficient.

The two of them are at the bottom of the innate strongmen, and in the past other innate strongmen looked down on them. Qian Zong always digs people's graves, and this behavior is also shameful.

Of course, Qian Zong was unwilling to take action. He probably wanted to reap the benefits. The other innate strong men were well aware of his thoughts.

Mu Lin, this old man is only half a step into the innate realm. He wants to reap the benefits, but he doesn't have the ability. As long as Huang Feng dies, Mu Lin will also die if he doesn't understand the business.

But Qian Zong is a congenital strong man. Even the weakest congenital strong man is somewhat dangerous. He wants to reap the benefits, and others will never agree.

One of them replied, "Qian Zong, you have fought him before and know his methods. This time you have to take on the important task."

"Yes, Qian Zong, we are all here and will never let you fall into danger. You don't have to be afraid."

"Qian Zong, you are unwilling to take action, are you trying to take advantage of the situation?"

"Qian Zong, your thoughts cannot be hidden from others. Since you are here, then take action."

"........."

Everyone was talking, and Qian Zong was also put on the spot. He could only reply: "Everyone, I am injured, that's true. Huang Feng is quite capable, and now is not the time for us to engage in intrigue."

"Since you don't believe me, I will take action. However, Huang Feng is quite powerful, and I cannot compete with him. I can only stand aside and interfere. Please forgive me."

"it is good!"

Everyone agreed.

If Qian Zong is willing to help, that's all. After Huang Feng dies, Qian Zong will be sent to the west. He is no longer useful, so one less person means less trouble.

In less than an incense stick of time, the figure was getting closer and closer. Huang Feng was right in front of them. Everyone was on high alert with serious expressions.

Ok?

There were six people in front of him, one half-step innate, and five innate masters. Two of them looked familiar, Huang Feng had seen them once before.

"Ha!" Huang Feng chuckled.

"Qian Zong, you got away with it that day. I didn't look for you, but you came to me. I wonder what tricks you have today!"

"Yellow Wind!"

Hearing this, Qian Zong yelled with a distorted expression. In decades, he had never suffered such a great injustice and almost died at the hands of a martial artist in the third realm of true Qi.

"Today is your death day!"

"Do you think that all the innate masters have practiced the Withering and Flourishing Changchun Technique, and that the strength of all the innate masters is the same as mine? The strength of these four innate masters is unfathomable. You just take out Li Chufeng's body and put down the long knife. I will let you die quickly!"

The Kurong Changchun skill is excellent for health preservation, but not enough for fighting. Only by understanding the meaning of Kurong can the full power of Kurong Changchun skill be brought into play.

In simple terms, the threshold for Kuruo Changchun Gong is very low, but the upper limit is very high. Some people, after practicing, have reached a level of perfection, while some people, after practicing, cannot defeat anyone.

Qian Zong and Wu Tianshui belong to the latter.