C16 Killing(part I)

When Wang Ying finished speaking, he could see a crafty smile on Liu Feng's face. He stopped Li Yu from speaking, but hearing Wang Ying's words, he was very happy. It could be seen that he, Liu Feng, was a schemer. Although Ye Xiwen did not know who this young man was, from his words, he knew that this young man was not a good person. Those who were interested in "The Butterfly's Head" were the martial artists, or those who had ill intentions towards the martial arts world. However, these people's origins were unknown, and their words were hard to hear. Thus, they definitely could not be touched so easily. When Wang Ying said such rude words, he was sure that these people were not kind and harbored ill intentions towards the secret manual. Now that he didn't have that secret manual, he couldn't give it to these people even if he had it. If he were to bring disaster to Wu Lin, it would cause the entire martial arts world to be in chaos.

"Great Hero Wang, what you said is not right. Old Ancestor is an expert from the outside world. Naturally, he wouldn't take out the secret manual so easily." Liu Feng, however, defended himself. As he spoke, he would occasionally glance at Liu Hao. Right now, he couldn't force this old man into a corner. He had to give him some respect or else he wouldn't be able to see the treasure anymore, let alone obtain it.

"What's wrong with that? This old man naturally doesn't want to take out his secret manual."

"I don't have this manual now, even if I have it I can't give it to you people." The smile on Liu Ming's face suddenly changed. His sharp eyes swept across the people standing below him with a look of disdain.

"Sect Leader Liu heard it. Even if he didn't want to hand over the secret manual, why bother wasting time with him?" I think he's a hard worker, but he doesn't want to be soft. " The way she spoke was rude. Such a short person actually dared to be so impudent. After saying that, Wang Ying raised her blade as if she was ready to make a move.

Liu Feng saw all of this, but she did not say anything to stop them. It was as if she were someone that had nothing to do with everything. He seemed to be looking at the wild beast in the cage going crazy. The corner of his mouth would never lose that strange smile.

Yan Wenqing, who was standing there, looked at these people who were getting ahead of themselves, but didn't retort. He only saw that his Master's smiling face was already a little ugly, and knew that those people had angered him, "Grandmother, you can go in first, there's nothing wrong here." With that, he helped the old granny into the doorway, then turned and said, "This is truly unreasonable, my master has already made it clear that without the < Butterfly's Feel >, you guys are all such scoundrels, now that the sky is getting dark, my master wants to rest. This house is too small to accommodate so many people, so I hope you all can go down the mountain." At this moment, Yan Wenqing's expression was also not very good. It was obvious that he was dissatisfied with these people.

"Yellow-furred brat, it's your turn to say too much." From the crowd, another seven feet tall man walked out. His long hair covered his shoulders, and his large beard and hair formed a ring around his head, concealing his face from view. His coarse clothes were wrapped around his sturdy body, and in his hand was a large iron hammer that seemed to weigh over a hundred pounds. He walked over to Wang Ying, his beard quivering from the twitching muscles of his face.

"You barbarians, why are you all acting so presumptuously in this place? The ones that cannot be left here should be you all." Yan Wenqing's anger had obviously surged up to his heart as well. His fists, which were half hidden in his sleeves, were slowly tightening, and his lips were pursing more and more fiercely.

At this moment, there was the sound of wind being torn apart. The sound of wind being torn apart was very long, but was only heard for a split-second. This sound, combined together with the faint sound of Feng Shengli's voice, didn't seem appropriate. Right at that moment, the two pieces of the knife fell with a "Dingdang" sound at the feet of the young man. This broken blade was the one that the young man had just shot at Yan Wenqing. It was broken by the young man's shadow and fell to the ground.

"We've never met, nor do we have any grudges or grievances, so how can we act against each other? This has hurt our friendship." After Mu Rong Zhan had knocked down his flying knife, he was still very calm. Yan Wenqing, who was standing to the side, was so angry that his face turned green. He said: "You guys shouldn't go too far." His voice was filled with rage.

"Tonight, we are going to make this' Butterfly's Fury '." With that, that biaohan sent another flying knife flying over. This time, he didn't go and receive it, he only saw Yan Wenqing stick his flying knife into the wall.

It was just that the smile on the corner of his mouth became a bit heavier, while Li Yu, who was standing beside him, could no longer hold it in. But he did not dare to act without permission, and clenched his teeth tightly. He Lin Tong was also very calm as he watched this all happen. He already understood the Sect Leader's intentions; whether this Sect Leader was smart or cunning was something he couldn't decide in his heart.

After Yan Wenqing dodged the flying knife, he quickly rushed into the house. When he came out, he held two swords in his hands, and threw one of them towards Ye Shaotian while the other took the other's sword. Seeing this, Yan Wenqing immediately stood in front of his master, took out his treasured sword and stabbed towards Biaohan's armpit. Seeing that something was wrong, the robust man immediately retracted his hammer and took a few steps back.

"What are you waiting for, Sect Leader Liu? If you don't act now, no one will ever be able to get their hands on this secret manual." Huang Quan raised his broadsword and rushed forward to kill as well.

He turned his head to look at Li Yu beside him who was conscious of him, Li Yu understood Liu Feng's intention to immediately draw his sword and fight to the death, so Huang Yi and Li Yu had a match against each other, and the burly man started to fight Yan Wenqing. The blades collided, breaking through the darkness of the night. The rest of the people stood by and watched the fight. Liu Feng was still as relaxed as a bystander who had nothing to do with anything. Liu Si Niang was constantly swinging her limbs and felt a sense of nervousness as she continued to spread out the iron fan in her hands.

Just as they had expected, the three of them gradually lost, and without any warning, they started attacking Li Yu several times. Li Yu, who was at a disadvantage, became even wilder, and his sword was like raindrops as it stabbed towards the rule, but this kind of sword technique did not pose any threat at all to the rule. He easily avoided it. On the other side, Yan Wenqing's sword was flying around Biao Han's body. His clothes were riddled with holes, and it didn't directly injure him, but Biao Han's iron hammer was always going to take Yan Wenqing's life. Pang Han was so anxious that he began to sweat profusely.

Seeing that his own men were being pressured by He Lintong and Liu Siniang, the win-win martial arts technique was not afraid of the three's storm-like attacks. At this moment, Yan Wenqing was forced back step by step by Biao Han and Liu Siniang, but the sword in Yan Wenqing's hand still did not have the will to harm them. When she was forced against a wall, Yan Wenqing leaned to the side, and with one leg, he rolled on the wall and thrusted out the front part of their attack. The sword swept past Biaohan's right arm, and this time, it cut through Biaohan's arm, causing blood to flow out in an instant. Yan Wenqing landed firmly on one foot, his hair fluttering in the air.