My Spicy Girlfriend

Feng Qingzi's face suddenly became ugly!

A sword!

The soft sword stabbed into the position of Feng Qingzi's left shoulder

At the same time, the strong palm power of Feng Qingzi's right palm also hit shaolongyan's chest heavily.

Boom! However, shaolongyan was shocked and flew out by the huge palm strength of fengqingzi. His body flew backward for 3 meters, but he didn't fall down. After he fell to the ground, he just stepped back a few steps and grabbed his steps.

Shaolongyan's mouth was shocked by the huge palm strength and shed a trace of blood. After all, the power of Feng Qingzi's palm is too great.

And what about Feng Qingzi? At the moment, a sword was stabbed on his shoulder.

Although the sword wound was not very deep, there was still scarlet blood.

"What a cruel sword!" Feng Qingzi said, looking at shaolongyan in purple with a solemn eyebrow.

To tell you the truth, since Feng Qingzi lived in seclusion in Kunlun more than 20 years ago, he has never seen such an expert for so many years. Why isn't he shocked to see such an expert now?

Shaolongyan over there also spit out a few words coldly: "good palm technique, really worthy of being a Xuanmen master!"

"Who are you? What do you want to do? Why are you so familiar with me?" Feng Qingzi asked sternly.

However, shaolongyan's face was cold. The vicious soft sword in his hand was lifted up again, and the tip of the sword was stained with blood... Slowly, slowly dripping on the cold ground.

His people seem to have no feelings and are extremely cold.

When the soft sword in his hand was raised again, his whole body was filled with more murderous spirit, and the air seemed to be frozen.

And that Feng Qingzi also knows that today is a battle of life and death. If he is not careful, he may die under this guy's sword today.

He also slowly accumulated his strength and was ready to deal with the people in purple at any time.

But they said that when they were about to start the battle of life and death, suddenly there was a thick cry from the side.

"Old Feng... But where?"

If you hear me correctly, the voice should be the voice of the old man of the young family! Little boundless!

It turned out that shaowujiang finally went out of the ancestral hall today and wanted to talk to old Feng... That's why he came here.

When the purple man shaolongyan heard the sound, his face suddenly changed strangely

Then the soft sword Cang in his hand went into the scabbard, glared at Feng Qingzi in front of him, and said coldly, "let you go today... But next time, I will definitely let you die."

After saying this, shaolongyan's figure flashed out of the door like lightning.

Then the body disappeared quickly.

Feng Qingzi looked at his back and frowned deeply. He didn't know who was coming in front of him? I don't know what his identity is, but he knows that he may really be in big trouble.

In other words, the figure of shaolongyan suddenly jumped out of the house of the Shao family, and the young old man had arrived in fengqingzi's room.

When he saw the messy scene in the room and the broken tea table, the young man suddenly looked ugly and looked at Feng Qingzi who was still there in surprise.

"Feng Lao..."

"What's the matter?"

"Are you hurt?" the young man suddenly screamed after seeing the injury on Feng Qingzi's shoulder and head, walked over quickly, and asked with an ugly face.

But seeing Feng Qingzi sighed slightly.

"No problem!" he murmured.

"Where are the people? Where are the people who hurt you?" I heard the young man's face suddenly become like a murderous roar.

"Gone, gone already." Feng Qingzi sighed.

As soon as the young man heard that the old man with a cold had left, he immediately strode towards the door.

"I'll go after the evil thief!" the young man roared.

Hearing that the young old man said he was going to chase the cold killer, Feng Qingzi quickly stopped there and said, "young brother... Forget it! The other party must be prepared... So I guess it will be far away... If you want to chase, I'm afraid it's impossible."

The young old man did know such a thing, and he also deeply knew the ability of old Feng.

A master who can hurt such a powerful figure as Xuanmen master Feng Qingzi is definitely the strongest of the strong.

The young old man who came to help old Feng looked at Feng Qingzi's injury and said, "old Feng, how's your injury?"

Feng Qingzi said slightly, "it's all right, it's just a flesh wound."

"Oh! That's good, then I'll rest assured." the young man said shyly.

"Hey! It's my young family's poor care that caused old Feng to get hurt! But don't worry, old Feng. I'll find out the evil thief who hurt you." the young old man roared.

The young and old men who have been fasting and chanting Buddhism for so many years have been extremely balanced, but today, when he saw that old Feng was suddenly injured in his family, he was of course very angry.

Feng Qingzi smiled, covered his injured shoulder with his hand and smiled bitterly.

"I haven't been out of Kunlun for many years. I didn't expect to meet such a powerful expert today! To tell the truth, I was shocked." Na fengqingzi sighed slightly.

The young man glanced at old Feng in front of him. He knew how powerful old Feng's skills were.

Since an opponent can hurt people like Feng Lao, can you imagine the severity?

So the young man at the meeting not only frowned, looked at the old wind and said, "who is it? Can hurt you, old wind?"

"I don't know who he is!" said old Feng.

"But I know what he's looking for me for."

The young old man looked up at Feng Qingzi in surprise and asked, "what's the purpose?"

"He is trying to snatch the book of heaven pill." Feng Qingzi said.

Ah?

Hearing what Feng Qingzi said, the young old man in front of him suddenly turned very ugly.

"Who the hell is that man? How could he know that you have the heavenly Book pill in your hand, old Feng?" the young man said in shock.

But seeing that Feng Qingzi shook his head, "in fact, I wonder why he knows that I have the heavenly Book pill in my hand."

"Young brother, I haven't been out of Kunlun for more than 20 years. I've always kept the secret of the heavenly Book pill volume, but no one has ever known it. I really don't understand how such an expert can suddenly rob the heavenly Book pill volume?"

The young man frowned tightly and thought for a while, but he didn't understand.

"By the way, young brother, I have another wonderful thing to ask you." Feng Qingzi suddenly asked.

"What's up?" the young man asked.

"It's the sword in the hand of the man who assassinated me just now. Guess what kind of sword it is?" Feng Qingzi said, looking at the young old man without blinking.

The young man was slightly stunned and asked, "what sword?"

"Soft sword! It's the soft sword you used."

A word suddenly came out of Feng Qingzi's mouth.

When the young man in front of him heard the "soft sword", he was stunned for a moment, and his face became very ugly for a moment.

"What?"

"Soft sword?" the young man's old face suddenly turned pale and ugly when he heard the word "soft sword".

"Impossible! Impossible!"

He suddenly decided to shake his head and said, with deep disbelief in his eyes.

Feng Qingzi looked at the young old man and sighed gently.

"Young brother, the man who assassinated me just now really used the blade, soft sword, which was used when you became famous. That's why I don't understand why your soft sword suddenly came into the man's hand?"

Listening to that Feng Qingzi said so definitely again, the young old man's eyes were deeply unbelievable.

"How could it be like this... Is it really him... Is it him?" the young old man said with a slight trembling. At the same time, he could see the panic in his eyes

"Who is it? Don't you know him?" Feng Qingzi asked in surprise.

Shaowujiang did not speak directly, but showed a deep color of helplessness and pain in his eyes.

Feng Qingzi doesn't know why the young old man's face suddenly becomes so ugly, as if he has a major worry. At the same time, he also doesn't understand why the young old man showed such a painful color in his face when he suddenly knew that he was assassinated with a soft sword.

But the young man knows very well!

He knew who used the soft sword, because his soft sword was a gift given to him on his 16th birthday!

He is shaolongyan! Of course, the fourth son of the young man.

But how can the young man in front of him believe that his once disappeared son will suddenly assassinate old Feng?

Is it true that what Dugu Xie and the ghost servant said?

Did he really join the terrorist organization hell gate?

How can the young man who thinks of all this in his heart not be painful!

"Young brother, what's the matter? Why is your face so ugly?" Feng Qingzi asked, not only looking at the young old man differently.

But seeing that the young old man didn't speak for a long time, his eyes trembled slightly, and the old figure looked even older.

"Old Feng... The man who assassinated you just now... What's his... Face?" the young old man in front of him asked, looking hard at Feng Qingzi.

But seeing Feng Qingzi think about it, he said, "is he others? He looks like a sword eyebrow and stars. At first glance, he belongs to the role of dragon and Phoenix in that kind of people. He is medium tall and wears a purple dress."

After listening to old Feng's description, the young old man in front of him was completely shocked there.

Is that him?

It's Yan'er!

The young old man said silently and deeply in pain.

"It's just that there is a deep sword mark on his handsome face, ferocious and dazzling..." Feng Qingzi continued.

Hearing Feng Qingzi say this again, the young old man in front of him almost knows the truth in his heart.

He seemed to be a little hard to accept the fact... His body suddenly trembled, as if he was going to fall