Aventure of the super master

"Kawashima-kun!"

There were still seven ninjas left, watching their leader being killed by these two mysterious figures who suddenly appeared, all of them looked grim.

"Baga! Kill them to avenge Chuandao-kun!" One person yelled all over, and the remaining seven people held long knives in their hands and rushed towards Qin Feng and Yi Qianjun without fear of death. What happened today The thing is, the leader was killed, even if they escaped, they would definitely die. It's better to fight now, killing these people can still have a chance to atone for their sins.

Yi Qianjun was also red-eyed, seeing other people not only did not run away but were besieging him, his eyes were full of excitement, none of these little devils stayed behind.

At this moment, Yi Qianjun also noticed the blood feather in Qin Feng's hand, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he didn't ask any more questions at this time, turned around and walked towards the others.

One ground ninja was easily solved by Qin Feng and Yi Qianjun. Although there were seven remaining, they were only three jounin and four middle ninja. In the eyes of ordinary people, such a lineup is strong enough, but for Qin Feng and Yi Qianjun are really not enough to watch.

Picking up a long knife on the ground, Yi Qianjun charged into the crowd with an outrageous aura...

Qin Feng's footsteps are light, his body shape is drifting, and the lights at night are a bit dim, his body shape is like a ghost, every time he strikes, he can take away a person's life, like the god of death at night, even this Hill is not afraid The dead Japanese samurai trembled.

These people are dead fighters trained by the Black Dragon Society, but they are still timid in the face of powerful enemies who have no ability to fight back, but the consequence of their timidity is that they lose their lives faster...

"Boom."

Throwing away the blood-stained long knife casually, and looking at the corpses lying on the ground, Yi Qianjun smiled slightly. He looked a bit hideous, but he was very happy. Looking at the wounded blood, there were enemies, as well as himself. Yes, he rubbed it casually on his body, seemingly touching the wound just now, grinning in pain, no one is not afraid of pain, the reason why he didn't react just now was because he was too excited during the battle and didn't pay attention.

Compared to Yi Qianjun, Qin Feng was not in such a mess. He fought lightly. Killing two Junin and two Chunin was just a piece of cake for him, but his breath was a little disordered. With a sigh of relief, everything returned to normal.

The two looked at each other and laughed. The operation tonight was considered a success. There were a total of thirteen people here, and none of them escaped. Such a carefree killing is also rare.

Glancing at the blood feather in Qin Feng's hand again, Yi Qianjun's expression finally showed a hint of shock, and his voice was a little strange: "Brother Qin, is this yours?"

Qin Feng nodded with a smile. Although it was stained with blood, the blood feather was not stained at all. When he turned his wrist, the blood feather disappeared in his hand.

"It's no wonder Brother Qin has such skill at such a young age, so it's like this..." Yi Qianjun nodded his head, his expression was full of admiration, and then smiled and said: "If my father knew your identity when he was in Jinan , maybe the result is much better than you imagined..."

Qin Feng became interested, "How do you say that?" Originally, when he was fighting Yi Canghai, he planned to use his blood feathers. After all, that would have a better chance of winning, but at that time he hesitated and gave up. At this time, he heard Yi Qianjun In other words, I vaguely guessed that there might be another layer of things that I didn't know about.

That person had saved my father's life. If my father knew that you were the descendant of that person, as long as you said a word, it would not only be as simple as 300 people from the War Soul Hall who came to Donghai.

Unexpectedly, there is such a layer of relationship among them, Qin Feng can only sigh in his heart, he did not expect that his cheap master would have such a big face, but since the matter is now a foregone conclusion, there is nothing good Regretted, one Battle Soul Hall and one Yi Qianjun are enough for Qin Feng.

"A man is supposed to kill a man. How can there be no wine for killing? The man has already been killed. Is Brother Qin willing to drink?" Yi Qianjun looked at Qin Feng and said with a heroic smile.

Qin Feng nodded, since Yi Qianjun is in such a good mood, he should also accompany him.

The cold wind blows by the river in winter, it is already late at night, and no one will pass by.

Originally, Qin Feng thought that Yi Qianjun wanted to find a bar for a drink, but this guy was bold enough, so he found a 24-hour supermarket on the street, bought a few bottles of strong liquor, and had a direct relationship with Qin Feng. Come to the river for a drink.

"I, Yi Qianjun, have lived such a long life. I have never admired anyone except my father. Brother Qin, you are the second one. Come and let us go!" Yi Qianjun laughed, unscrewed the bottle cap, no cup, 50 Duodu baijiu blew on the mouth of the bottle without even frowning.

Qin Feng also smiled boldly, without any hypocrisy, imitating Yi Qianjun's appearance and blowing on the mouth of the bottle. Although he is not afraid of alcohol, the taste of liquor with such a degree is still very strong, with a pungent taste, almost I just got rid of the tears, but I still held back, and after a few sips, I got used to this feeling, the burning feeling in my stomach, and my body was warm after drinking it, but this feeling is very good at this time.

After drinking, the two big men threw the wine bottle into the river very unscrupulously, and threw it far away with your strength. After a while, there was a gurgling sound, and then they continued to drink.

Such a method is that those massive drunkards dare not try it lightly, but it can be fun for Qin Feng and Yi Qianjun. Needless to say, Qin Feng, this guy with a thousand sentences has such a spirit, and his drinking capacity is also amazing. There is nothing wrong with drinking two bottles of liquor.

"Brother Qin, do you have any dreams?" Without food and drink, Yi Qianjun just took a breath of cold air, looked at Qin Feng and asked, according to his thinking, there must be something special about such an extraordinary person like Qin Feng Great revenge and ideal.

However, Qin Feng's answer was unexpected.

Glancing at the feasting and feasting on the other side of the river, Qin Feng smiled indifferently: "If you have a little money, and then find a few beautiful and sensible wives, your life will not be in vain..." This is indeed Qin Feng's ideal. That's what he thinks, but now if you ask him what kind of ideals he has, it's really hard to say, and he can only be regarded as happy with the situation now.

Perhaps since he acquired some special abilities, he was doomed not to spend his life in an ordinary way, and then he met his master, Feng Feiyang, and became the descendant of the so-called killer king in a daze. It is even more destined that he will not be able to spend his life in peace and stability.

The so-called greater ability comes with greater responsibility, among other things, when the old man really retires one day, I must also inherit his responsibility, and then just like him, kill those who deserve to be killed, and by the way This identity is passed on.

Although this is not the way of life he likes, it is an unshirkable responsibility, and more of it is gratitude. To repay that old guy, it can be said that everything he has now is given by him, and his only The request is to pass on the name of the King of Killers in his own hands, and it is something Qin Feng must do.

Originally, I thought that I would live a comfortable life for a few years while the old man was still alive and well, but the last time I heard the words of Secretary Lin, my future father-in-law, at Teacher Lin's house, I felt a sense of awakening.

A man can have many women, but the premise is that he must have enough ability and achievements. Only by making enough achievements can he enjoy the life surrounded by red maples in peace. Favored by good women.

Drunk lying on the knees of beautiful women is of course the pursuit of all those people, but there is a prerequisite, that is, you must have the ability to wake up and control the world. The fact that a poor dick who waits to die can embrace a beautiful woman is just fabricated by some bloody TV series or novels.

Qin Feng knew about these before, but Lin Jianhao's words made him more enlightened. At least now he is fighting for the goal set by Secretary Lin for himself, half of the East China Sea economy, and controlling the entire southern underworld. Now he Everything we do is moving in this direction.

Of course, although there are goals and ideals, for Qin Feng, it is not easy to brag about them. No matter how great the ideal is, it is just a joke to make people laugh before it is realized.

Hearing Qin Feng's words, Yi Qianjun also laughed: "Yeah, although this ideal is a bit common, it has to be said that it is the pursuit of all men, but Brother Qin, you seem to have realized it now. You don't lack money. Women are better off." It's enviable, I don't know anything else, Miss Qiangwei is definitely not something that ordinary men can have, and only a man like Brother Qin can be worthy of it..."

Qin Feng smiled indifferently, money and women are the pursuit of every man, but people are greedy, and there will be a man who thinks too much.

"Don't talk about me, talk about yourself, brother Yi, what is your pursuit?" Qin Feng asked with a smile, he was still a little curious about Yi Qianjun, as the only son of the Northern King, but he had an outrageous arrogance It is very different from the calmness of the North King, which Qin Feng can't understand.

The smile on Yi Qianjun's face was restrained, and he put on a solemn expression. He clenched his fist and said solemnly: "Beat my father, and then inherit his status as King of the North!" His face was full of fanaticism.

Qin Feng was surprised: "Don't you still count as the successor of the Northern King?" He knew that every generation of the Northern King was inherited, and now Yi Canghai has no apprentices, and Yi Qianjun now has such ability and talent to become the next generation. The King of the North is definitely what everyone expects, but now his tone doesn't seem to be the case.

"He said that I will not officially recognize my identity until the day I defeat him!" At this point, Yi Qianjun's face flashed a strong and resolute look, and he was yearning for the day he said, even though he knew it was just His father used it as a way to motivate him, but since he said so, he has been striving for such a goal and never stopped.

Qin Feng sighed, Prince Jackie Chan, even though he could see that Yi Canghai was actually very satisfied with Yi Qianjun's current achievements, but he still set such a goal for him, it was just to further stimulate his enthusiasm. All the potential, this is the good intentions of being a father.

"I left home at the age of 16 and sneaked into the Golden Triangle alone. Countless gang leaders and super drug lords died in my hands. Eight years later, when I thought I was strong enough, I returned to Jinan to challenge him, but I failed after a hundred tricks. Defeated..." Yi Qianjun seemed to recall something, and laughed at himself, and then pointed to the scar on his face, "This is what was left in those eight years. Although I didn't achieve the final goal, I was already very Satisfied."