Peach Luck Unparalleled

The sky was overcast, and a bolt of lightning struck Qin Feng's head.

Without thinking, he hid in the small cauldron, leaving a Jin Tingyu's illusioned himself outside.

Click!

The lightning struck the transformed Qin Feng's head, and Fat Maitreya continued to guide the lightning to attack, one was stronger than the other.

When the lightning struck "Qin Feng" on the head for the fourth time, he realized that something was wrong, and thought that he might have been fooled again, because the opponent was hit four times, but he was not injured.

He stopped the lightning spell, and the real Qin Feng flew out of the small tripod immediately, holding the lightning talisman in his hand.

You know how to release lightning, so can my brother!

click...

Fat Maitreya's body was scorched black in many places, and his hair was standing on end. He said angrily: "Boy, if you have the guts, you can fight me face to face. What kind of hero is it if you hide your head and show your tail?"

Young Master Qin confronted him tit for tat: "You are a black shop owner, and you deserve to mention the word hero."

"Lightning and thunder!" Fat Maitreya continued the spell just now, and the lightning struck the opponent one after another.

Young Master Qin once again shamelessly hid, leaving behind a fake self.

Fat Maitreya was about to go crazy, he was seriously injured and his spiritual energy wasted, but he couldn't even reach a single hair of his opponent, it was really sad.

Moreover, as soon as his attack stopped, Qin Feng would fly out from places he didn't expect, and he could sneak attack almost every time.

He felt that it was not an option to fight like this, and he would definitely be consumed by the opponent.

Then, 36 counts are the best!

He ran away, but when he stood in front of the mist, there was only a wry smile on his face, and he couldn't figure out how to get out.

Because there are a total of 36 different settings for the mist, and Xiao Er did not tell him which one he opened.

Young Master Qin laughed arrogantly at the side: "Stupid 13, this is called lifting a rock and shooting yourself in the foot. If you want to run, don't you, don't dream."

"Boy, don't be arrogant!" Fat Maitreya only had his mouth stiff now, and rushed over again holding the flying sword.

Facing First Young Master Qin who had been recharging his energy for a long time, although Fat Maitreya was much higher than him in rank, he was really at a disadvantage now, and he had no chance of turning over.

jingle...

The two flying swords collided in the air. Due to Fat Maitreya's lack of spiritual power, in this confrontation, the green steel sword had the upper hand.

"Fixing spell!" Qin Feng took the opportunity to use the spell, Fat Maitreya's movements were slowed down by half a beat, and by the time he realized it, he had already been hit.

In fact, the fixing spell can only last a few seconds for a cultivator of his level.

Although the time is short, it is enough to kill a person.

Qin Feng seized the opportunity and swirled the green steel sword towards Fat Maitreya. Under the incredulous gaze of the other party, he cut off his neck, and his ball-like head rolled to the ground.

As soon as his Yuan Ling flew out of his dantian, he was grabbed by Young Master Qin who rushed over.

Holding Yuan Ling's neck, he said with a smile: "Fat Maitreya, you must have never thought that you would die like this, right?"

"Boy, even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go!" Fat Maitreya screamed.

"Okay, then I'll give you a chance to be a ghost!" He squeezed hard, and the Yuan Ling burst open and turned into a speck of dust.

He went to the wine cellar, dragged Xiao Er's body out, put it together with Fat Maitreya, and then restored the mist to its original state, and found 36 solutions to the mist on the stone millstone, and took photos.

In the end, she took Lin Caiwei out of the tripod, went to the original room, and began to sleep again.

Early the next morning, Lin Meili stretched her waist and got up. She had no idea what happened last night.

The two words about corpses outside startled her, and she turned around and shouted, "Brother Feng, it's bad, Fat Maitreya and Xiao Er were killed."

First Young Master Qin yawned and walked out of the room, saying: "I know about this, so there is no need to make a fuss, I killed them. These two people wanted to make money and kill them, but I discovered them in time. Don't be surprised, what I said is true." It's true. Hurry up and call Old Man Lin and ask him to bring his fellows here, and I will expose Fat Maitreya's true face."

Lin Meili didn't believe it, but she still called Lin Fenglei obediently.

In less than an hour, Lin Fenglei led a dozen of his fellow travelers here, and through the fog, he opened his mouth and asked, "Little Feng Weiwei, what is it that you are so anxious to call me over... Ah, Fat Shopkeeper How did you die, who did it?"

Qin Feng pointed to his nose and said, "Me."

Old man Lin's complexion became ugly, and everyone else also had gloomy faces, and some were even ready to avenge Fat Maitreya.

"Why?" Lin Fenglei asked sharply.

Qin Feng replied: "Because he opened a black shop, seniors must doubt my words, and you will be able to see the evidence immediately."

With a wave of his hand, the box containing the flying sword fell in front of everyone, along with a book written by Fat Maitreya himself.

This account clearly records everyone he has killed, and the time and place are very detailed.

Everyone was suspicious, and suddenly a person shouted: "My son's flying sword! My son has been missing for 30 years, and the whole family thought he was retreating somewhere. Could it be that he..."

Immediately someone turned out a page of the account book and read: "On the third day of the sixth month of Xin Chou's year, at the third quarter of midnight, if you kill Xu Yunxiao, you will get a flying sword, a ring, and several bottles of pills."

"Ah!" The man yelled, the pain of losing a child is also a fatal blow to a white-haired cultivator.

Lin Fenglei frowned, looked at the other flying swords in the box, and said, "I really didn't expect that Fat Maitreya seems to be loyal, but he murdered so many comrades, what a heinous crime!"

"That's right, many missing persons have come here to look for them. No one suspects that it's Fat Maitreya's fault." Another old man said.

"By the way, Xiaofeng, there are so many things recorded in the account, including pills, charms, and magic tools, why are there only these flying swords left?" Old Man Lin asked.

First Young Master Qin said with a straight face: "I only found the ledger and the flying sword. As for the other things, I really didn't find them. I guess they were either squandered by Fat Maitreya, or they were hidden elsewhere. It was my negligence, I didn't interrogate him before killing him. As long as that guy is too difficult to deal with, my strength is limited, and it is simply impossible to capture him alive."

"It's really a pity." Lin Fenglei glanced at the ledger again, and said, "Dear fellows, I still need to trouble you to send the news to the corresponding sect to get back the flying swords of the disciples. Fat Maitreya is dead, so it's a consolation The spirits in heaven of those who died innocently."

After saying this, he turned his head to Qin Feng and said, "Xiao Feng, you've done a good job. All schools will miss your favor."

Young Master Qin said with a smile: "This is what I should do, old man, I have a merciless request, and I ask you to make the decision on my behalf."