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Volume 5: Chapter 406-407 of Tian Long Ba Bu

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    Chapter 406-407 Copying the Nest

    Cheng Wenfeng watched them shake the barrel to fully dissolve the powder, and looked at it carefully. Both of them smiled, extremely proud.

    The middle-aged man¡¯s sword trembled, cold light circulated, and he stared at Cheng Wenfeng, his eyes shining brightly, not weaker than the light of the sword.

    Cheng Wenfeng folded his arms and watched coldly. After they finished it, he snorted softly: "Do you have an antidote?!"

    "Humph, boy, this is a poison that seals the throat at the sight of blood. What can you do if you have an antidote?!" A middle-aged man with a long, slanted face sneered and snorted disdainfully.

    "There is no antidote?!" Cheng Wenfeng frowned and said coldly: "If an innocent person drinks it and there is no antidote, wouldn't it be an indiscriminate killing of innocent people?!"

    The middle-aged man holding the sword clenched his teeth, and his voice came out from between his teeth: "The person named Xiao deserves to die, and everyone around him deserves to die too. I only blame them for being unlucky and following the wrong person!"

    "Do you have any grudge against Xiao Mansion?" Cheng Wenfeng asked calmly, his eyebrows twitching.

    The middle-aged man holding the sword gritted his teeth, and the muscles on his face were twisted: "The hatred is as deep as the sea! We are irreconcilable!"

    "If you want revenge, just knock on the door. Why use such despicable means?!" Cheng Wenfeng shook his head, deeply disapproving.

    "You brat, you know nothing!" A middle-aged man sneered and shook his head.

    Cheng Wenfeng glanced sideways and smiled lightly, his eyes full of disdain.

    "Hey, you kid, you are so courageous, are you tired of living?!" The middle-aged man was furious, his eyes turned red and he stared at him, and he was about to take action.

    "Third brother!" The big sword-wielding man stopped him and said with a frown: "You kill him, and you go to the Xiao Mansion to deliver water?!"

    The middle-aged man stopped angrily, glared at Cheng Wenfeng fiercely, spat, and took a step back with a curse in his eyes.

    Although Cheng Wenfeng was obsessed with cultivation, he was not a fool. It was clear at a glance that he had murderous intentions. He would definitely take action when he came out of Xiao Mansion.

    He sneered in his heart, but he pretended not to know, and sneered: "You are taking revenge with these dirty tricks. Even if you get revenge, what shame will you have?!"

    "You brat, as long as we kill the guy named Xiao, not only can we get revenge, but we can also become Xixia's consorts and live happily, so why do we care about face?!" The middle-aged man just now sneered, as if he was looking at a fool.

    Cheng Wenfeng¡¯s face suddenly darkened, and he sneered: ¡°So you want to be Xixia¡¯s consort!¡±

    "Isn't this nonsense?!" The middle-aged man sneered, shook his head and said, "Who doesn't want to be a prince-in-law, with endless glory and wealth?"

    Cheng Wenfeng¡¯s face darkened and he said coldly: ¡°Aren¡¯t you people from the Song Dynasty?!¡±

    "What's wrong with us being ordinary people of the Song Dynasty?!" The middle-aged man chuckled and said proudly: "We, the Song Dynasty, can't defeat Xixia, but I can get the princess of Xixia. I must play with her well. It's considered a blessing.  Avenged our Song Dynasty!"

    As he said that, he laughed heartily and was extremely proud of himself.

    Cheng Wenfeng also laughed, his eyes shining with a strange light, and he asked with a smile: "You guys just want to kill Xiao Mansion. You really don't have the courage. Why don't you gather more people?"

    "Humph, those guys are all cowards. They are afraid of being killed by Xiao. I just don't believe that Wuliang Sword can't be offended!" The middle-aged man became even more arrogant and said carelessly.

    Cheng Wenfeng nodded slowly and sighed: "There are so many people in the world who are aware of current affairs"

    "You brat, what do you mean by that?!" The middle-aged man glared and shouted, "Do you mean that you are too old to know the current affairs?"

    "Not bad!" Cheng Wenfeng said in a deep voice. He suddenly flashed and appeared in front of the middle-aged man. He pressed his palm and hit him in the chest.

    His movements were like the wind, his moves were like lightning, and he pressed his left palm on his chest. Only then did the three middle-aged men react and rush over to kill him.

    "Bang!" There was a muffled sound, as if a muffled thunder exploded in the sky.

    The middle-aged man was like a cannon ejected from the barrel, hitting the high wall next to him, and stuck to the wall, like a painting, flattened and bloody.

    The other two men were startled, then became furious and slashed their swords like lightning: "You have to die¡ª¡ª!"

    Cheng Wenfeng's face was gloomy. He swayed, took a step forward, and appeared behind another middle-aged man. He reached out with his left palm again and hit his vest.

    There was a muffled "bang" sound, which was shocking, like a muffled thunder.

    The middle-aged man flew out at the sound and hit the wall next to him, hitting his head first. He smashed like a watermelon and his brains splattered everywhere. It was terrible to see.

    Cheng Wenfeng turned a blind eye. His heart was as hard as iron, his eyes were calm and expressionless.

    "Ah¡ª¡ª!"The middle-aged man holding the sword screamed, turned around and walked away, disappearing into the alley in the blink of an eye like a wisp of smoke.

    He held the sword upside down and ran like hot wheels under his feet. He ran out more than ten feet away and disappeared into the alley around a corner, his clothes fluttering.

    There was only one thought in his mind, run!  run!

    "If he didn't run away, he would only be killed. I thought he was an ordinary master. Otherwise, how could he be such a lowly servant, delivering water to others?"

    But I never thought that this man would pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. He was so powerful that his three brothers could not stop him with a single move. Even if he was the strongest among the three, he would not be able to resist.

    Fortunately, he has excellent qinggong and runs as fast as a wisp of smoke. He is a unique talent in the martial arts world, but he hides it so deeply that no one knows about it.

    He turned his head to look from time to time, but there was no one there. He must have been thrown away by him, and he couldn't help but feel proud. Even though that guy had powerful palm skills, he was no match for him in terms of Qinggong.

    As for the two brothers, they couldn't care less. They kept the green hills and were not afraid of running out of firewood. If there was a chance in the future, they would be properly collected and buried.

    He ran out of the inner city in one breath and headed to the south of the city. After leaving the city gate, he still felt uneasy and got into a forest. He circled for a few times without noticing anything strange behind him, and then returned to a hidden forest.  .

    This forest is located at the foot of a mountain. The dense pine forest covers the cabin so tightly that it is difficult to detect it without going deep into it.

    He approached cautiously, knocked on the wooden door three times, and then three more times, and then a muffled sound came from the room: "Who?!"

    ¡°Boss, it¡¯s me!¡± the middle-aged man said hurriedly.

    "Is it done?!" The door was opened, revealing an old man with a rectangular maroon face, red eyes, silkworm eyebrows, and extraordinary momentum.

    He is about fifty or sixty years old, with bright eyes.

    The two of them entered the house. The house was simple, with only a couch and a table. Two windows were opened. The light was soft, not dark, and filled with a faint scent of pine.

    "It didn't work!" The middle-aged man shook his head, dejected, and sighed: "I never expected that the guy delivering water was actually a top expert!"

    "Oh¡ª¡ª?!" The old man's eyes swept around, like cold electricity, and hummed: "Where are the third and fourth children?"

    The middle-aged man lowered his head in shame: "They they are dead!"

    "Dead¡ª¡ª?!" The old man frowned and said in a deep voice: "Why is he dead?!"

    The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "I was killed by that boy delivering water!"

    ¡°Huh¡ª¡ª?!¡± The old man¡¯s eyes were like lightning, staring at him coldly, as if he could penetrate his body and see every thought in his heart.

    "That man's martial arts skills are really powerful, and none of us can resist him!" The middle-aged man sighed helplessly with a sad face.

    The old man had a look of disbelief on his face and said calmly: "How can a water delivery man be so powerful!?"

    "Boss, I'm wondering too!" The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said loudly: "His martial arts skills, even if you do it yourself, boss, can't match ten moves!"

    "Is that true?!" The old man looked at him sideways.

    "Whether what he said is true or not, you will know if you try it!" A sneer suddenly sounded in the room.

    The two of them were shocked, their bodies whirled sharply, and they drew their swords out of their sheaths at the same time.

    "Zhengzheng" sounded twice, and cold light burst out, illuminating the entire hut, illuminating the eyes of the two people, filled with shock and alertness.

    At some point, Cheng Wenfeng was already standing in front of them, with a sneer on his handsome face, staring at the two of them with disdain.

    "Youyou've been following me?!" the middle-aged man said, his face turning red.

    "You're not that stupid yet!" Cheng Wenfeng said lightly, glaring at the two of them with disdain: "You two are just trying to harm the Xiao Mansion and are seeking your own death!"

    After saying that, he swayed, stepped behind the middle-aged man, and shot out his palm like lightning, hitting his vest, and the other party couldn't react at all.

    There was a muffled "bang" sound, like thunder exploding.

    The middle-aged man slammed into the wall of the hut, causing the house to shake.

    When the old man saw him, he yelled angrily, swung his sword and slashed at him, cracking the air with a hissing sound, and he was in front of Cheng Wenfeng in an instant.

    Cheng heard the wind and did not dodge, he turned his palm and made a seal.

    "Dang" His right palm hit the sword in the middle, like gold and iron, the sword broke into two pieces, flew out, and sank into the wall.
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