The king will never go to court

Chapter 19 Fighting on the street (1) (for collection and further reading)

In the afternoon of the next day, Xie Wufeng took Wang Ensheng with him, and the two quietly left Fenghua Building.

Anyway, Wang Ensheng thought he was quiet.

When people poured into Fenghua Building for a new auction, many forces hidden in the dark were closely watching the various exits of Fenghua Building.

Under the leadership of Jiuxia Pavilion yesterday, everyone planned to rush directly into Fenghua Building, but they were intimidated by the guards in the building.

Everyone can only lurk in the nearby teahouses and restaurants, waiting for the appearance of the mysterious alchemist.

Until the start of the new round of auction, as usual, distinguished guests entered the venue one after another, and some people took the opportunity to look for the mysterious alchemist, but they were all stopped by the guards of Fenghua Building in the auction hall on the first floor.

Amidst the crowd of people, the two figures were moving backwards, attracting many people's attention.

"My lord, if we leave quietly like this, no one will find out." Wang Ensheng was overwhelmed by his genius idea, and left Fenghua Building while everyone in the auction was entering.

Xie Wufeng had no choice but to shake his head helplessly. Just when the figures of the two of them appeared in the back street of Fenghua Building, he felt more than ten gazes on him.

"What's the matter? Young Master?" Wang Ensheng noticed Xie Wufeng's slightly frowning brows, and his mood of rejoicing at first became tense in an instant.

"Leave here first." Xie Wufeng walked ahead, keeping his eyes on the high-rise buildings on both sides of the street.

Wang Ensheng quickened his pace, and looked around vigilantly, making up his mind that he would be the first to rush forward in case of danger.

"Are you that pharmacist?"

When the two turned two street corners, a man hidden under a black robe blocked their way.

"You, who are you?"

Wang Ensheng quickly walked in front of Xie Wufeng, put his hands in front of him, and said loudly.

Feeling that Xie Wufeng's aura was mediocre, at most he was a fourth-rank martial artist, and the forces that followed him all the way finally couldn't help but make a move.

The man in black robe stared at Xie Wufeng carefully with cold eyes, "Are you that alchemist?"

The tone of the last sentence became more gloomy, and more than a dozen men in black appeared on the high walls on both sides of the street, and everyone fixed their eyes on Xie Wufeng.

Last night, all the major families and dark forces in Bohai City received a reply from Fenghualou.

They promised the guests to provide him with protection for one day, so everyone had to wait outside the Fenghua Building.

For Xie Wufeng, it is also very valuable to be able to get a buffer of one day.

He had just recovered his memory and resolutely gave up breaking his veins in the Qianjun camp. He didn't know how many killers were hiding around him, so he could only come to Bohai City to gamble.

Xie Wufeng ignored the man in black robe's question, pushed Wang Ensheng away with one hand, and walked forward slowly.

"Young Master?" Wang Ensheng followed behind anxiously, not knowing how to deal with this sudden killer.

"We are not pharmacists, you have found the wrong person."

If he lacked energy, Wang Ensheng's guilty conscience was instantly exposed.

Xie Wufeng, who was walking in front, showed a helpless wry smile, shook his head, and swayed his right index finger in the air on the right side, signaling Wang Ensheng not to speak.

"If you are sensible, hand over the Breaking Pulse Pill. Otherwise." Before the black-robed man finished speaking, a strong wind pierced his throat directly, and blood sprayed into the air along the gap in his neck, and the surrounding walls were also splattered with blood. .

"This"

The black-clothed killers standing on the high walls on both sides of the street stared blankly at this scene, and even the disciples of the aristocratic families who were hiding in the dark gasped.

"A third-rank martial artist was beheaded in an instant."

More than a dozen men in black were too frightened to jump off the high wall. Some of them had trembling legs, and even fell from the high wall to the other side very wittily.

Seeing the sudden scene, Wang Ensheng couldn't believe his eyes, when did his highness become so powerful.

At this moment, Xie Wufeng's breath circulated all over his body, and wisps of black air faintly appeared around him.

"Oh, how helpless!"

Xie Wufeng frowned slightly, he just used a simple move, "Break the Wind", and the vitality of the world within more than ten feet of his body was swallowed up.

"Broken Wind" was the simplest move of Xie Wufeng's previous life, relying on his breath, he could kill people within a hundred feet without being seen.

It's a pity that in this world of martial arts, it consumes too much vitality, and it cannot be replenished in time.

Xie Wufeng waved his hand, motioning for Wang Ensheng to follow, and the two quickly disappeared around the corner of the street.

In the distance, at the highest point of Fenghua Tower, a girl in a blue skirt asked in a low voice, "What kind of exercise is this?!"

After a long silence, the two old men behind him just shook their heads slightly, and the old man on the right said hoarsely, "I can't tell, I just feel that the vitality of the surrounding world is rapidly decreasing."

"I feel it too." The other old man kept his gaze on Xie Wufeng.

"It seems that the Third Highness of the Qian Kingdom has a lot of secrets hidden in him."

The girl in the blue skirt raised her right hand, and the letter in her hand was instantly ignited, and then slowly turned into ashes.

"A prince who was assassinated didn't stay in the army of [-], but he came to our Fenghua Building. Do you need our people to investigate?"

The old man on the right stared blankly at the corpse at the corner, and asked suspiciously.

"This," the girl in the blue skirt was silent for a moment, watching the black aura that quickly appeared in the sky, and then disappeared quickly, and said leisurely, "Don't worry about it, let's just wait for the upcoming show of Qianguo Chaotang .”

"Yes, I'll arrange the people below, just keep paying attention." The old man on the left turned around and disappeared in the top floor of Fenghua Building in an instant.

Turning the corner, I thought it would be unimpeded, but a group of black-clothed killers appeared on the street ten feet away from Xie Wufeng. From the perspective of breath perception, they were all third-rank warriors, and the second-rank warrior was hidden among them.

"It seems that you don't want me to leave here safely."

With a sneer on the corner of Xie Wufeng's mouth, his gaze coldly swept across the crowd.

"My lord, what should we do now?" Wang Ensheng simply hid on the side of the street this time, and stopped rushing forward.

Xie Wufeng's expression was flat, and he couldn't see the slightest disturbance, "Which family in Bohai City do you belong to? I don't like killing unknown people."

On the opposite side, more than 20 men in black stood quietly, completely ignoring Xie Wufeng's question.

The long sword at his waist, the long spear behind his back, the crossbow in his hand, and the short sword in his sleeve are all accumulating strength.

"They won't tell you."

A young man's voice suddenly came from the attic in the distance, as if reminding him, but there was a hint of arrogance in his tone.

Xie Wufeng glanced at the direction where the voice came from, shook his head and said with a smile, "My son likes to kill everything without leaving any trouble. Since you don't want to say it, then you all go to die."

"Only by you?! A fourth-rank warrior, if he kills a third-rank warrior by chance, will he really be invincible?"

A short, middle-aged man walked out of the black-clothed killer, with a sharp short blade protruding from his arm, and the cold light was dazzling.

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