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Martial arts are prevalent in Fengyun World, and there are a lot of people practicing martial arts. Among the diners dining in Yuelai Inn, there are quite a few diners with knives and swords, obviously they are all from the world.

When there are many people in the rivers and lakes, conflicts are prone to occur.

Just when Jiang Yi was halfway through eating, he saw a thin middle-aged man rushing into the inn with a group of men, looking aggressive.

After glancing at the hall, he walked straight towards a young man who was having a meal. After he came to the other party's table and stood still, he looked down at the young man and threatened in a deep voice:

"Li Feng, I heard that you got an unnamed post. If you are sensible, hand over the unnamed post, and I can spare your life, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

Li Feng glanced out of the corner of his eye and recognized this middle-aged man as Yang Feibao from Kuaidaomen.

Facing Yang Feibao's threat, he remained calm and continued to eat without raising his head, but just uttered a word coldly:

"roll!"

When Yang Feibao saw that Li Feng didn't take himself seriously at all, he immediately felt that he had been humiliated, and couldn't help but feel angry.

His face sank, he gritted his teeth and said fiercely:

"Okay, since you don't know good from bad, don't blame me for being rude, brothers, give me..."

As he said that, he was about to call his subordinates to do it, but before he could say the word "up", Li Feng had already pulled out the saber on the table.

Zheng!

Following Qingyue's sword chant, a stern sword light pierced the air, stabbing Yang Feibao's throat like an electric shock.

Li Feng's sword came without warning, the sword was fierce and fierce, and the blow was fatal.

It turned out that the aloofness he showed just now was all fake, just to lower Yang Feibao's vigilance. In fact, he had already secretly prepared for a sneak attack.

"mean."

Seeing the sword light coming, Yang Feibao couldn't help but curse secretly.

The distance between the two sides was too short, and Li Feng's sword came too fast. He didn't have time to block it, so he could only step back and dodge the sword sideways.

Tear!

The sharp sword edge brushed against Yang Feibao's shoulder, easily cutting through his robe. At the same time, the flesh on Yang Feibao's shoulder was also cut open, leaving an inch-deep wound.

At the same time, several subordinates beside Yang Feibao also reacted, and immediately drew out the saber from his waist, and slashed at Li Feng.

Li Feng turned around, and the long sword in his hand danced in a circle of sword shadows, blocking the three steel knives coming at him.

Ding ding ding.

Swords collided and sparks shot out.

After Li Feng blocked a few knives, he stepped forward suddenly, and then kicked Yang Feibao in the chest, who couldn't dodge in time.

Boom!

Yang Feibao snorted and was kicked backwards.

Coincidentally, the direction he fell was Jiang Yi's desk.

Seeing that Yang Feibao was about to hit the table, Jiang Yi frowned slightly, and with a thought, a mighty true essence burst out of his body, and hit Yang Feibao's body with a powerful force.

boom.

Yang Feibao's body paused, suddenly changed direction, and fell heavily on the ground beside the table.

On the other side, after Li Feng kicked Yang Feibao into the air, he did not take advantage of the victory to chase after him. Instead, he displayed a fierce sword technique, rolled up a few sword lights and forced the group of men back, and then his figure flashed like a swallow He swept out of the inn and fled.

He also knew that the unnamed post on his body was a big trouble. Even if he could kill Yang Feibao and the others, it would attract the covetousness of other warriors, so he withdrew decisively and left.

Seeing that Li Feng had escaped, the unnamed post could no longer be obtained. After Yang Feibao turned over and got up, his face was terribly gloomy, and he cursed at his subordinates: "A bunch of trash."

Then he suddenly turned his head and looked at Jiang Yi who was still eating. Remembering that he had just been hit by a force, he couldn't help but spread all the anger he had accumulated on Jiang Yi, and said viciously:

"Boy, you were the one who attacked me just now, right?"

Jiang Yi nodded: "It's me."

Yang Feibao raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and cursed sharply:

"Damn, if it weren't for you, my injuries wouldn't be as serious as they are now, and I wouldn't have been escaped by that kid Li Feng."

"Since you dare to spoil my good deeds, pay with your life."

As he spoke, murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand to hold the handle of the long knife at his waist.

With a swish, the long knife was unsheathed.

Yang Feibao waved his right hand, and the long knife in his hand turned into a cold light, and he slashed at Jiang Yi, threatening to kill him.

The rivers and lakes are like this, full of dangers, if there is a disagreement, they may draw swords and fight to the death.

Yang Feibao's sword technique was extremely fast, and the light of the sword was as fast as lightning, but in Jiang Yi's eyes, the light of the sword was slow and threatening.

Jiang Yi slowly put down the chopsticks in his hand, and opened his mouth to spit at the incoming knife light.

laugh!

A white breath shot out of his mouth like an arrow.

collapse!

The long knife made of refined steel was hit by the white air arrow, and suddenly shattered with a crisp sound, and then the white air arrow remained undiminished, and suddenly pierced Yang Feibao's forehead, drilling a small hole.

Boom.

Yang Feibao's body froze, the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed, and then he fell back to the ground straight.

Watching the scene of Jiang Yi exhaling and killing, Yang Feibao's subordinates couldn't help swallowing hard, feeling horrified in their hearts, knowing that they and others had encountered a top expert, each of them was stiff and did not dare to move.

Jiang Yi glanced at a few people, waved his hand, and ordered:

"Take your boss's body away, don't leave it here to be an eyesore."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Several people nodded repeatedly, hurriedly lifted Yang Feibao's body, ran out of the inn, and before leaving, they threw some silver taels to the waiter as compensation for breaking tables, chairs and dishes.

In the inn, Xiao Er simply cleaned up the tables and chairs, and everyone continued to eat as if nothing had happened, as if they didn't care that someone died in the store just now, and they were used to it.

After Jiang Yi finished his meal, he drank the high-quality Nurhong and thought about what to do next. For him right now, the most important thing is to slay the dragon and seize the dragon yuan...

After a while, another group of people rushed to the inn.

The leader was a fat middle-aged man. After looking around the store, he couldn't find the target, so he couldn't help frowning and asked the waiter in the store:

"Xiao Er, let me ask you, where is Li Feng from Iron Sword Gate?"

Xiaoer replied respectfully: "Master, then Li Shaoxia will be gone soon."

The middle-aged man's face became ugly when he heard this, and he said cursingly:

"Damn it, it's one step too late. It seems that I'm destined not to get this unnamed post."

A subordinate behind him asked:

"Boss Han, since the death of Jue Wushen, Tianshan Mountain has long been in ruins. Some people say that the place is a little bad. No other sect has established a mountain gate there. Why do you think Wutian will set the venue of the hero conference in Tianshan?"

"who cares."

Han Kun said in a rough voice with a nonchalant expression on his face:

"It is said that Wutian is the nameless third disciple of the 'Wulin Mythology'. The Hero Conference he held can be said to be the biggest event in Jianghu in recent years. All the schools in Jianghu have gone, and many famous masters will also go, If our Black Tiger Village can show its face at the Heroes Conference, I am afraid that we will soon become famous all over the world."

As he spoke, he shook his head and sighed with a gloomy expression:

"It's a pity that until now we can't even get an unnamed post."