C13 Interesting

This time, it really was stepping over the stone tablet's blurry handwriting, the worn-out stone's Immortal Kowtow Stairs.

After walking through the rough Pan Ya path, there were no clouds swirling about, only dust flying about, fate perishing.

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes, looking towards the horizon. The sun slowly descended, time passing.

He also sighed helplessly in his heart.

Everyone was like this. The swordsman who had fallen into poverty previously used his sword as a pillar, and his wild fruit as a chess piece to draw him into the illusion.

The main reason was that the possibility of him seducing Su Wanwan was not entirely because of this.

The moment he pulled the trigger with his revolver.

In the eyes of that swordsman, it was like the power of a demon. At the same time, it aroused his incomparably greedy heart.

If he had it, he could shock the four seas. He could leave the name of the throne in the Pugilistic World after killing and suffering.

Thus, even though he knew that if he got close to him, it was very likely that his life would be lost, his greed still blinded his heart, and he took the risk.

The result was unfortunate, he lost the bet.

He was smart. I'm sorry, I, Chen Feng, am a hooligan!

What the f * ck!

When he had noticed that the swordsman had walked away from behind the tree, he had actually walked out of the illusion. He was no longer simple and had been on guard.

Thus, a bullet hole had been left in the tree.

He only believed in the gun in his hand!

The smell of gunpowder was his best direction.

Even if that fellow, the chess sword, the heavens and the earth, sun and Kun, was an illusion and wanted to take advantage of the situation, it would still be difficult for him to escape from being killed by him!

To such a person, a tragic death was the best ending.

Chen Feng was cursing in his heart. He held the black stone in that fellow's hand, Changjian, and brought Su Wanwan along as they walked through the towering Pan Ya Road.

This time, he had to turn north.

Further south.

As he continued forward, it was indeed the Wild Wind Canyon. The stone tablet was like a huge sword, and the words on it were blurred by the wind, but it was still pretty much recognizable.

"Sigh, this is Wild Wind Canyon. What kind of sh * t is this!"

Chen Feng looked at the desolate land in front of him. Yellow sand filled the sky. On both sides of the stone tablet were rocks that looked like the bones of giants, standing high up in the air.

There was no grass fat, and the scene of cows and sheep lowering their heads could be seen.

Right now, he really had some expectations and imagination. The chess and sword game that the poor swordsman had set up for him, and what the Wild Wind Canyon at the end of it looked like.

Of course, it might also be like this in front of him. After all, that was the end of his killing intent. If he followed that guy to the Wild Wind Canyon, then it would be called Wild Wind Canyon.

That place was probably the place where his bones were buried.

Fortunately, he ended up on the Cloud Mist Cliff Road. He was afraid that he would not be able to stand stably and lose his center of gravity, so he stretched out his hand to support the rock wall beside him.

The rock wall felt like rough wood.

Then, he touched a small hole.

However, in his eyes, there was a perfectly smooth rock wall.

At that time, he had repeatedly suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes and that it was an illness!

After that.

He pressed on the small hole and it seemed as if powder had fallen onto his fingertips. He sniffed his fingers and found that it was the smell of gunpowder and sawdust!

At that moment, he realized that it was the smell of gunpowder and wood shavings.

Everything in front of him was a real illusion.

The small hole that he touched was that ancient tree, the one that his black iron revolver bullet had pierced through.

Thus, he only believed in the gun in his hand and the smell of the bullet.

At that time, he had understood everything and had fallen into an illusion.

Furthermore, Chen Feng was a small hooligan who paid attention to details. He had previously seen that the grass rope of the sword carried by the impoverished swordsman was made up of three parts.

Therefore, the whole illusion, three steps, the Immortal Treading Stairs, and the Pan Ya Road had ended. There was also the Wild Wind Canyon, which was the last step of death.

Chen Feng's mind was like a ghost. After thinking for a while, he understood what was going on.

It was a strange formation. The sword was a pillar, the wild fruits were carved, the chess was a chess piece, and the heavens and earth were a game.

What a good move, the whale swallowing the sea of clouds.

However, the goal was the worst color. It was just to kill people in the way, to eat and steal things.

If he wanted Su Wanwan and the spear in his hands, then he would have to die!

Thus, he directly used the Dietary Capsule Revolver to kill that fellow. Everything would be turned into ashes and the situation would be solved.

...

Thinking of this, Chen Feng's eyes narrowed coldly. A cold light flashed in his eyes as he looked at the wild wind valley in front of him. The wind and sand filled the air. The journey ahead was even longer and more dangerous. Who knew what kind of evil person and danger he would encounter?

It was truly sad. The Devil Army was wreaking havoc, and the alliance army was in shambles. The cultivators of the Human Clan, regardless of whether they were experts in the profound mysteries or villains with their bodies, were harming each other.

They were harming the common people.

Before this... Before, that poor swordsman probably thought that he was just a normal youth with a handsome little wife.

F * ck you!

I'll shoot you!

The more Chen Feng thought about it, the angrier he got. Why didn't that scum from before shoot him a few more times and give him a few more meals with metal bullets?

"Hey, hey, hey, there seems to be an inn up ahead!"

Just as Chen Feng was thinking about this, Su Wanwan, who was beside him, said in a gentle and surprised voice.

"Hmm?"

Chen Feng was puzzled. Then, he followed Su Wanwan's gaze and saw that the wind was blowing on the yellow sand. In the middle of it, a huge pavilion and inn had appeared out of thin air!

Before this, Before this, it was clearly empty. There was nothing at all.

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes, his gaze cold.

Then, he smiled at Su Wanwan, "Why? Why are you so impatient? You want to share a bed with me, husband? A couple playing with water."

"You... Big bad guy!"

Su Wanwan heard Chen Feng teasing her and couldn't help but blush. She shyly held her hands.

But in her heart, she didn't know why. If the Chen Feng in front of her really wanted her, Su Wanwan would also agree.

"Hi!"

Chen Feng smiled and rubbed Su Wanwan's small face, thinking that this little girl was really as shy as a new wife.

In the modern world, it was called rolling in bed.

"Let's go and take a look then. Let's find a place to stay. It will be dark soon."

Chen Feng looked at the sun in the horizon. The sun was slowly sinking and a brilliant sunset glow appeared. He took the cloth bag from Su Wanwan and held her soft little hand.

With her shy little steps, she walked straight to the middle of the Wild Wind Canyon and to the pavilion inn that suddenly appeared!

After that, Chen Feng narrowed his eyes. It was dangerous and cold!

There must be something strange about this inn.

However, he had blocked his path, which meant that he was inviting the king to enter the jar and come towards him!

Since he couldn't hide, he would go in and take a look!

If he wasn't good at hiding, then he would try his best to tear down the inn's wooden pavilion with blood splashing five steps!

If he only wanted to earn two taels of silver from customers and treat them well, then he would rest his feet and not forget to pay the money.

Chen Feng raised his hand and a few pieces of silver appeared in his palm. At this time, he had picked it up from the pile of broken pieces of fruit that he had picked up from the sword artist who had fallen into poverty.

He would just consider it his own.

In any case, he had already killed him.

Previously... Previously, he had named that poor swordsman Sword Reading, which could also be interpreted as: B * tch!

That guy had called him a poor swordsman, so it was inevitable that he had some elegant and romantic taste. In fact, he was just a guy who knew some tricks, who had a human face and a beast's heart. He was a lecherous and greedy guy.

But sometimes, the world was like this.

A guy who knew nothing about money. A guy with a gorgeous body and a dark heart, yet also a name that was as good as the name of a swordsman on a boat.

It had a childish name, but it covered up his bad mood.

The word 'world' was only so-so. The shadows of the lanterns and candles lit up the world, and the world was on fire.

And...

He had no name. He called him a sword artist who was in dire straits. He gave himself the name of a lowly calf.

His own understanding was that when he read the sword, it seemed as if he had really read a bit of elegance. However, it was just a lowly person who had no backbone at all.

At that time, when he simply called that fellow's name, he was all smiles.

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