Lord Sovereign

"You..." 

As soon as Fei Hong was about to ask, the shopkeeper Xu smiled at him: "I'm leaving now. See you next time, I couldn't spare you."

After that, the shopkeeper was about to leave with his feet together, but suddenly there was a stern shout behind him: "The thief should leave."

Fei Hong and the others were taken aback, turned their heads and looked hurriedly, but saw that Senior Brother Lin of the Book Collection Pavilion was chasing and killing him with a long sword. A few ups and downs stood in front of the shopkeeper Xu, aside from speaking, they took the long sword and stabbed in the past.

"Huh, it's up to you." No matter how weak the shopkeeper Xu is, he is also a master of the fourth layer of the Imperial Realm. Although he was almost defeated by Fei Hong in the Eastern Tradeshop last time, he definitely did not use his true strength at that time.

Fei Hong understood this. To know that in the last fight with the treasurer Xu, he didn't use any magic skills. The agile body skills alone were enough for him to fight Fei Hong.

Sure enough, just as Fei Hong thought, after only a few rounds, the shopkeeper had performed the Blood Transforming Technique, and coupled with the weird body technique, Brother Lin had already received a few palm strikes, and only the power to dodge was left in him.

"Senior Brother Lin, run. You are not his opponent." Fei Hong knew very well. At this moment, if he hadn't made the black iron armor for Brother Lin, he would have been wiped out by the shopkeeper Xu.

However, what he didn't understand was that Senior Brother Lin did want to leave at this moment, but couldn't leave at all. The treasurer Xu's blood-melting skills were not under the old Baiju demon disciples, and Senior Brother Lin was temporarily restrained by him. There was no time to escape.

Hearing Fei Hong's shout, shopkeeper Xu knew that he could not stay here for a long time. He immediately became murderous, yelled, and turned into several blood shadows. After hitting a few false moves, he slapped Brother Lin with a palm covered with the heavenly spirit. Brother Lin was killed on the spot.

"Huh, goodbye." The phantoms that the shopkeeper Xu transformed into disappeared with his real body.

"Brother Lin." Fei Hong endured the pain on his body and ran over. Checking brother Lin, he discovered that he had no more vitality.

"That person escaped?" Cao Huang asked Fei Hong as he reappeared near him. And when he saw the fallen disciple frowned. "Is he dead?"

Fei Hong nodded, tears filled his eyes: Although he did not have a close relationship with Brother Lin, in the Angong gate, only Brother Lin, Zhang Long, and Fang Wei had a good relationship with him. Remembering that day with Brother Lin when he was surprised in his sleep at the library. It was a great nemory, but he didn't expect that after a few days, they would be separated.

Cao Huang didn't ask anything any more, turned around and left with his disciples.

Zhang Long behind him walked over and whispered to Fei Hong, "Junior Brother Fei, I just got the news that there are also people from the Tiangu in the Ling Castle who are attacking them there. I know that you are from the Ling Castle. Grandpa and your cousin are still there, if possible, go back as soon as you can."

Fei Hong was startled, and couldn't help but blame himself for forgetting this: "Oh. Brother Zhang, you can help me tell the elder, I will go back to Ling Castle now."

"Now? Junior brother, you are seriously injured now, don't you go back and die now?"

"There's no time to waste. I'll try to adjust my injuries on the road. I'll go one step at a time."

After that, Fei Hong turned and went down the mountain. First he sneaked into Angong Town, and the people who saw the Tiangu Village attackers had already retreated. There were a dozen old, weak, sick and disabled people in the whole Angong Town. He quietly found a horse in an unmanned household, and drove to Ling Castle with a broken cart.

On the way, Fei Hong was closing his eyes and adjusting his breath, and it didn't end until the sun began to set. There was a bitter cold wind outside, Fei Hong poked his head out, and could already see the city wall of Ling Fort not far away, but there was no one on the road, and it looked very bleak.

According to common sense, Tiangu Village should have started their attack on Angong and Ling Fort at the same time. Could it be that Ling Fort was captured? .

Fei Hong couldn't help feeling anxious when he thought of this, and he squeezed the horse's body vigorously. The thin horse screamed and ran away towards Ling Castle.

At this moment, in the outer city of Ling Castle, that was, the civilian area, several teams were searching for civilians who have not yet been killed. Among them, several Sacreds sent to support the disciples of Ling Castle.

One of the disciples was searching a somewhat dilapidated alley, and suddenly a rustling sound came from a haystack. The disciple suddenly became vigilant and moved step by step. "Who is inside, come out."

"I..." An old voice tremblingly sounded, and a white-haired old man emerged from the haystack. His clothes were messy and he was shaking with cold.

"Come with me." The disciple stood aside disgustedly: "Follow me to the outpost, I can guarantee your safety."

Upon hearing this, the old man seemed to have grasped the life-saving straw, staggered to his feet, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, look at your clothes, are you a disciple of the sacred swords?"

"Yeah." The disciple walked in front, looking like he didn't respond.

"I have a grandson who is also a disciple in the Sacred Sect. He hasn't returned for a long time. His name is Fei Hong, do you recognize it?"

"Fei Hong?." The disciple suddenly stopped in the darkness: "Are you Fei Hong's grandfather?"