City Peculiar Immortal Emperor

Whoosh!

A black shadow flashed past, and flashed past the gate of the yard.

"Who?" Jiang Feng immediately chased it out.

As soon as Jiang Feng ran out of the door, a black spear stabbed over.

The spear is sharp, as if to tear the night and kill the creatures.

Jiang Feng was shocked, and with a move of his wrist, the Shuijian Sword instantly came out and lifted it abruptly, blocking the blow of the spear.

Then Jiang Feng took the opportunity to stab several swords and hit the source of the spear.

Jiang Feng's sword moves in a short period of time were so powerful that even though the opponent was connected, he couldn't resist it. He quickly retracted his spear and planned to attack again.

But Jiang Feng wouldn't give him a chance, and with a big wave, "White Wave" threw it out, instantly illuminating the other side's appearance.

This person wears a black robe with a stand-up collar and a black jacket with a trim inside. He is very different. Holding a spear, he is tall and has very long hair, like a woman.

But looking at the palm of his spear, it looked like it was a man.

Looking at the leather shoes under his feet, the style is even stranger, and it seems to be an early European style.

Jiang Feng was taken aback for a moment. The person in front of him was obviously not a Chinese, and the smell of blood on his body was very heavy, and his breath was long and thick, unlike a person like a martial artist.

"What a strange guy." Jiang Feng secretly said in his heart.

brush!

The other party didn't give up and hit again.

"Come well, I just added a lot of strength, just because there is no opponent to try it, just in time to take your knife."

"Now that my strength of 1,200 jin makes my martial arts even more powerful, let you taste it first."

Jiang Feng flashed to the side with a "Shenlong Lost Step", and then struck out with a sword.

The opponent was caught off guard and was hit in the sleeve of his shirt, breaking in half.

Jiang Feng's right arm suddenly burst into a hot flame, and the "Kirin's right arm" had already shot out.

A punch hit the opponent's side rib, and he staggered back a dozen steps before he stood firm.

Jiang Feng's shots were consistent, one move after another, and the opponent immediately defeated.

After a while, Jiang Feng showed one-third of his whole body's ability, and even more than one thousand and two hundred jins of force exploded in the last punch.

Sure enough, if it hits an ordinary person, even if he doesn't kill him, he still has to stay in the hospital for a few months.

The other party was shocked, and a pair of eyes that looked like an abyss appeared from the scattered hair. He looked at Jiang Feng in shock, as if he hadn't expected Jiang Feng to be so powerful.

Jiang Feng raised his sword and asked, "Who are you? Why do you want to assassinate me?"

The other party was silent, and with a move of his palm, he crushed a black ball and threw it towards Jiang Feng.

Suddenly a blood mist appeared, which confused Jiang Feng's sight.

"Such a strong smell of blood." Jiang Feng felt like a puff of blood had been poured into his nose, and his stomach churned.

"This is a blood mist made of real blood, a poisonous method." Jiang Feng immediately understood.

Zheng!

In the blood mist, the spear struck and pierced Jiang Feng's face.

Jiang Feng's heart trembled, seeing the sharp spear just before his eyes.

"Jiang Feng be careful."

At this moment, Cheng Shaoqing's figure suddenly appeared.

With a finger, a streamer shot out, instantly hitting the spear.

Clang!

Just knocked the spear away.

Cheng Shaoqing's "Flying Flower Flowing Cloud Finger" was just right, the timing was accurate, and it hit the spearhead, breaking all the strength of the spear.

"Shaoqing, why are you here? Go back, I'll be enough to deal with him alone." Jiang Feng shouted.

"It's okay, I happen to practice my hands too." Cheng Shaoqing said: "This person will be handed over to me."

Jiang Feng hesitated for a moment, and said, "That's OK, I'll watch it from the side. You must not be aggressive. If you can't, you can withdraw and let me come."

"Yeah." Cheng Shaoqing nodded.

Since Cheng Shaoqing entered the path of cultivation, he had long wanted to find an enemy to fight, and today he finally found an opportunity.

"Look at the move." Cheng Shaoqing Lianhua pointed out frequently.

The streamer of the sword fingers formed a layer of slaying net that was completely sealed and moved towards the opponent.

The opponent danced his spear, provoked a few, and hit every blood.

Bang bang bang!

The blood awn collided with the killing net, both of them fell apart, turning into a little stream of light and dissipating.

Jiang Feng nodded secretly, Cheng Shaoqing has grown to such a level, it is really rare, and it can be seen that his talent is very good.

"Feihualiuyunzhi" can connect and attack, and it takes at least two years of practice to do it, but she didn't expect that she could do it in just two months.

But after all, Cheng Shaoqing had only recently entered the cultivation practice, and his true energy was still very weak. After a few rounds of fighting with the opponent, he was a little bit powerless.

Cheng Shaoqing overflowed with fine sweat, panting slightly, and the tip of his nose was carved like white jade against the bead of sweat. The beauty was beyond words.

"Shaoqing, come back, you are not his opponent." Jiang Feng quickly retrieved Cheng Shaoqing.

Cheng Shaoqing was unwilling to return, and said: "Give me some more time, I will definitely be able to beat him."

"Well, I believe you, you have grown very well now, and many people who have cultivated for many years are not as good as you." Jiang Feng comforted.

"No, he wants to run." Cheng Shaoqing shouted.

Jiang Feng glanced, the opponent flew back, turned and ran.

Good guy, run away if you can't beat.

But it has to be able to run away.

Jiang Feng sneered, and the Shuiying Sword in his hand slammed out, and a huge sword shadow instantly formed and smashed straight across.

This is the fifth sword of Shenmen Thirteen Swords, and its power is self-evident.

boom!

Jian Ying fell down in a flash, and slashed directly on the opponent's body.

The opponent was hit hard and fell to the ground without any movement.

Looking from a distance, the blood was flowing, and it had already stained a piece of land.

Jiang Feng was about to walk to check, but saw that the other party suddenly jumped up again, and ran away madly regardless of the blood on his body.

In the blink of an eye, he was gone.

Jiang Feng was stunned, he didn't even have a chance to grab another shot.

"His uncle is a rabbit, he runs so fast." Jiang Feng cursed.

"It's a pity that he ran away like this, and I don't know who it was?" Cheng Shaoqing said.

Jiang Feng said: "It's definitely not our Chinese people, maybe some mutants in the West."

"Why do they come back to take care of your trouble? This is unreasonable." Cheng Shaoqing questioned.

"This is also something I can't figure out. If it is really a Western guy, how could it be against me? I have no grievances against them." Jiang Feng meditated.

"Is it someone invited to deal with you?" Cheng Shaoqing guessed.

Jiang Feng moved in his heart and said, "It's absolutely possible, then who would it be?"

Jiang Feng was puzzled, and couldn't think of who would do a good thing for the time being.

"It won't be the Zhang family," Cheng Shaoqing said.

A word to awaken the dreamer, Jiang Feng narrowed his eyes, it is very likely that he is the Zhang family.

A few days ago, Zhang Sheng and Zhang Ji had just been abolished, and the Zhang family absolutely had reason to come to take revenge.

Jiang Feng bitterly said: "Very well, I haven't done enough for the last account. You are here again, wanting to die, hum, then don't blame me, once there is a chance, the Zhang family will get rid of it!"

...

In a dark room.

A majestic middle-aged man stood in front of the window with his hands folded, and behind him stood a man in black tightly wrapped in a black robe.

This person was covered in blood, had a weak breath, and the spear in his hand was against the ground, supporting his body from falling down.

If Jiang Feng was present at this time, he would definitely recognize this person, this person is the strange person who attacked him.

"Ruhr, the mission failed?" the middle-aged man said solemnly.

It turned out that this person was Ruhr, and Jiang Feng's speculation was confirmed by just hearing the name. This person is undoubtedly a Westerner.

"Sorry, I let the master down." Ruhr was actually able to speak fluent Chinese.

But the tone was full of guilt and annoyance.

For him, it is a shame that the task is not completed.

Moreover, this is the first task in China that the master has given him. Failure to complete it is tantamount to a disadvantage and self-defeating prestige.

"How is your injury?" The middle-aged man didn't seem to plan to blame him, but cared about his injury.

"As long as there is fresh blood, I will recover soon." Ruhr believes.

"Well, I've prepared it for you. It's in the bedroom. Go and recover as soon as possible." The middle-aged man said lightly.

"Thank you, Master." Ruhr was delighted, thanked again and again, and said: "When I get better, I will fight with that kid again."

"Then I can say ugly things first, if you fail next time, you can figure it out by yourself." The middle-aged humanity.

Ruhr shook his body, knowing that what the master said was not a lie. If he fails next time, he may not be able to follow the master again, which indicates that he will never drink fresh blood in the future.

Without fresh blood, he would be like a walking dead, lifeless.

"Master, don't worry, I will definitely be able to do it next time." Ruhr quickly promised.

"Okay, I believe you, go down." The middle-aged humanity.

When Ruhr retreated, the middle-aged man slowly turned around, his extremely gloomy face was covered with frost, and his eyes shone with cold and needles.

Although this person is middle-aged, he looks very old and has a special temperament that is inexplicable. He seems to be a wanderer who has been walking in the wasteland for many years.

And the expensive clothing on her body is inconsistent with her temperament.

Anyway, he is a very different person.

The middle-aged man narrowed the corner of his eyes and slowly said: "What a river wind, he defeated Ruhr and almost died in his hands. It seems that he is not an ordinary martial artist."

"I came back to Huaxia this time, one is to take a look at my long-lost family, the other is to take root in China, and the third is to get rid of this Jiangfeng to prove my strength, otherwise I will be treated for nothing after so many years abroad."

"Oh, life is fleeting, let's play in China for the remaining few years."

"I hope I won't be disappointed."

...

The last day before the college entrance examination.

Cheng Shaoqing found Jiang Feng and said, "Today I will go to the school to confirm, and then give out the examination room number and seat number. Let's go quickly."

Jiang Feng nodded and said, "Well, let's go."

When I came to the school, there was already a lot of people. Many students have already arrived, waiting to receive their own number and seat number.

For candidates, this is a major event in life, not to be careless, let alone missed innocently.

"Boss, you are finally here." Cheng Zhenjie waved in the distance and shouted.

Jiang Feng hurriedly walked over and said, "You came very early, how about it? When will you start handing out things?"

"Come on, Director Kang said just now. After Principal Sheng comes over, we will start distributing, so that everyone don't worry, wait a moment." Cheng Zhenjie said.

"That's good." Jiang Feng said.

"Jiang Feng, I'll go to our class first, and gather at the school gate in a while." Cheng Shaoqing said.

"Well, you go." Jiang Feng said.

Beep!

At this time, a car drove into the school, and it was President Sheng Dakui who came.

As soon as the principal came, the time to pick up the things was soon.