God-slaughtering King

Liu Yifeng sees pleasure, disgust, and anger.

The South Gate Maple still kept moving forward and did not turn back because of the movement behind him.

In this line, Liu Yifeng lost everything and was hated by everyone, while nanmenfeng was respected and loved by the nine disciples.

Whether out of benevolence or anger, they will not allow Liu Yifeng to hurt nanmenfeng.

"Funny, funny... Poof..."

His blood flowed like a spring. Nine long swords were pulled out at the same time. Liu Yifeng fell to the ground like a mass of rotten meat. A touch of self mockery showed on his face.

He never thought that he would die at the hands of this group of disciples.

Liu Yifeng's smile gradually solidified. The nine disciples were very happy to spit on Liu Yifeng's body to vent their anger.

Finally, with a pop, Liu Yifeng's body fell into the magnificent canglan river.

Nanmen Feng doesn't care about Liu Yifeng's life or death. Nanmen Feng cares about the originators of the plot, Duan Chongyang and Hong Tai.

A group of ten people and horses drove nonstop and arrived at the gate of Tianfeng city in the evening of the next day.

The disciples are proud of their decision-making in the white bamboo forest. If they agree to Liu Yifeng, they will deal with nanmenfeng together with Liu Yifeng.

I'm afraid they're dead now.

"Elder martial brother Nanmen, do you need us to go up the mountain with you to expose Liu Yifeng's evil deeds?"

On Yangcheng Avenue, a disciple near nanmenfeng asked. At this moment, all of them treat nanmenfeng as a leader. Their respect is higher than that of Liu Yifeng.

Nanmen Feng turned his head, glanced at several people, and then closed his eyes and pondered.

"There's no need to expose it. That old thing is the hall leader. Even if we expose Liu Yifeng, it won't have any impact on him, and it may leave future troubles for you..."

Nanmen Feng sighed, "it's been a hard trip, so let's go..."

After listening to Nanmen Feng's words, the disciples were immediately moved.

As Nanmen Feng said, if they go into the hall of the hall and expose the events of this trip, it will not only have no effect, but also be very likely to offend Duan Chongyang. Nanmen Feng doesn't care. Anyway, he and Duan Chongyang have deep resentment.

But these teenagers are different. They don't have the powerful means of Nanmen Feng, and they don't have an adoptive father as an elder. If Duan Chongyang is unhappy about their existence, they will be killed in an instant.

"In that case, take care, senior brother Nanmen. I won't thank you for your kindness. If I have a chance in the future, I'll thank you again..."

Nine disciples thanked each other with fists and parted ways with Nanmen Feng.

Nanmenfeng rode his horse back to Zong alone. As he walked, some doubts suddenly rose in his heart. It seems that he seems to have ignored someone.

"Nanmen Feng, you're finally back. Come with us..."

Nanmen Maple has just boarded the mountain gate. Several black disciples with poor complexion quickly surrounded Nanmen maple.

"Don't bother, I'll go with you!"

Nanmen Maple glanced slightly and said that Nanmen Maple had guessed this situation for a long time.

These disciples in black belong to the law enforcement Hall of Zhenwu sect. Unlike ordinary disciples, they are not only powerful, but also have many privileges.

At this time, seeing that Nanmen Feng was so honest, they did not deliberately embarrass themselves. They directly took Nanmen Feng to Duan Chongyang's hall.

Outside the palace like a palace, two rows of disciples in white are arranged on both sides, with great dignity.

Duan Chongyang was like the emperor in charge of life and death. He sat on the first seat in the palace, gently sipped the tea in the cup, and glanced at the South Gate Maple that looked happy and slowly approached him. A sense of killing rose again in his muddy old eyes.

On the left side of the hall, Hong Tai in red stood respectfully. On the right side, there was a Nanmen maple and his familiar young figure.

The young man was ragged and blue all over, as if he had been beaten by robbers.

He is the one everyone ignores, Tang Rong.

In addition to the two, there was a young man in black with cold eyes and sword eyebrows in his twenties. He hugged the black sword and leaned on the side of the hall column. His eyes were understated and unspeakable.

Several disciples in black "escorted" Feng from the south gate to the gate of the hall, then retreated and respectfully guarded both sides of the gate.

When Nanmen Feng stepped into the hall, four pairs of eyes stared at Nanmen Feng at the same time. In addition to the young man in black and Duan Chongyang, who was strong in self composure, the remaining two looked at Nanmen Feng as if they had seen a ghost, and their faces were full of horror and disbelief.

"Nanmen Feng, I'm back..."

Hong Tai murmured to himself and stepped back involuntarily. In order to kill this time, Hong Tai personally selected the killer, four high-level masters of naringjing, plus Liu Yifeng. Even the strong man at the peak of naringjing can win.

"But why did you let Nanmen Feng come back..."

When Nanmen Feng glanced over Hong Tai, he took a look of contempt and provocation on his face, and then looked at Tang Rong on the other side.

"When did this guy leave the white bamboo forest? When did he rush back to the zongmen? I didn't even notice..."

When Nanmen Maple stared at Tang Rong, Tang Rong also raised his eyes, and the exclamation on his face turned into a haze.

"My Lord, on the way to this mission, Nanmen Feng colluded with robbers, not only killed senior brother Liu, but also frequently attacked his disciples... Please punish this guy..."

Tang Rong pointed to the maple at the south gate and shouted with his teeth.

Tang Rong's voice fell. Duan Chongyang on the high platform showed a smile between his gray eyebrows. He was happy about Tang Rong's so-called accusation.

Immediately, Duan Chongyang raised his chest, put down the tea lamp in his hand, suddenly patted the hall case, and drank coldly, "Nanmen maple, is there such a thing?"

"Up to now, do you want to frame me in a different way?"

Nanmen Feng glanced slightly. At this moment, he was really angry.

"Bastard!"

Duan Chongyang burst out a drink, directly slapped the table, pointed to the maple at the South Gate with his strong fingers, and shouted, "our hall leader has always been fair and strict. You go to the sect mission, and there are twelve people in your party, but only you return. If you don't explain clearly, our hall leader will punish you for killing your fellow disciples..."

Oh?

Nanmen Feng sneered and said, "I haven't said anything when I enter the door, but hall leader Duan knows that I will return alone on this trip. This intelligence means is really high..."

Facing the mockery of Nanmen Feng, Duan Chongyang was speechless.

"What's more, I'm far from the only one who returned from this trip. Everyone has returned except someone..."

Nanmen Feng chuckled, then turned his head and looked at Tang Rong.

According to Nanmen Feng's guess, Tang Rong should escape with Liu Yifeng after the black swordsman appeared.

He should have crossed the canglan bridge earlier than Liu Yifeng, otherwise, it is impossible not to notice him with the perception of Nanmen maple.

And he knew that Liu Yifeng was dead because of the life card stone in the door.

Therefore, Tang Rong only knew that Liu Yifeng was dead, but he didn't know that the nine most important disciples had been saved by Nanmen Feng.

"No, it's impossible... How can you escape the pursuit of elder martial brother Liu if there are only a few middle-level people in the spirit realm?"

Tang Rong panicked and shouted in an instant.

"Tang Rong, what are you talking about?"

After his cry, Duan Chongyang's face was as dark as ink.

The young man in black, who was leaning on the side of the hall column, flashed a fine light in his cold eyes. Then the young man in black closed his eyes. Although he didn't speak, he had guessed the truth of the matter.

"Hehe, is this not a trick?"

Nanmen Feng looked at Duan Chongyang with a sneer, with endless provocation in his eyes.

"Since you said there were still people alive besides you and Tang Rong, why didn't you bring them to the hall leader?"

Duan Chongyang squinted at the young man in black in the dark corner. Seeing that he had no action, he strengthened his confidence again.

"Nine of them were injured. Naturally, they went to rest. If Lord Duan wants to be summoned, he can be summoned at any time..."

Nanmen Maple smiled and said, "they know the real reason. Do you want to hear them or..."

Duan Chongyang's old face twitched unceasingly. If the nine people opened their mouth, even if they could not do any damage to him, they would certainly leave a very bad influence in the sect. The gain is not worth the loss.

Duan Chongyang secretly glared at Hong Tai under the stage, with endless anger in his eyes. "This damn bastard clearly said that the people he sent would never make mistakes, but what's the matter now? Nanmen Feng didn't get rid of it, but he also provoked himself..."

"Waste, a group of waste!"

Duan Chongyang was furious and stamped his feet like a crazy lion. The smell of violence blew out many candles in the hall.

"Tang Rong, come here. The hall leader has something to ask you..."

Duan Chongyang is furious and calls Tang Rong over.

Tang Rong was at a loss at the moment. Duan Chongyang called. He went straight over without thinking.

Shua

Bang

Tang Rong, who had just approached the past, burst his head like a bomb without any warning.

Dirty filth splashed everywhere. If Nanmen Maple hadn't been far enough away, I'm afraid it would have been stained with some disgusting things.

With Tang Rong's body falling down, Duan Chongyang gently retracted his arm.

As a hall leader, he has the supreme strength in Zhenwu sect and can handle the life and death of his disciples at will.

Of course, he needs a good reason.

"Tang Rong and Liu Yifeng united the robbers to betray their fellow disciples. The sin is unforgivable. Our hall leader killed him today..."

Duan Chongyang put his hands on his back and looked arrogant.

With Duan Chongyang's announcement, the young man in black leaning on the inside of the hall stretched, hugged Duan Chongyang, and then left the hall.

As a member of the law enforcement hall, trying prisoners is his job, but Duan Chongyang is the hall leader after all. Even he is unwilling to provoke easily.

At this time, the situation is perfectly solved, and he is naturally the most satisfied one.

After the young man in black left, three or five disciples quickly came to the hall, covered Tang Rong's body with black cloth and carried it out of the hall.

"Is there anything else for Lord Duan? If it's all right, I'm very busy!"

Feng Leng said at the south gate, with contempt on his face.

"Nanmen Maple boy, he is too arrogant and will only die soon. I hope you can still have such good luck in the future..."

Duan Chongyang was like a bomb that could explode at any time. The dull atmosphere gradually solidified the air in the hall.

"Luck?"

Nanmen Feng smiled irrefutably, and then turned to Hong Tai.