Pick up an assassin as a wife

Feng Qingzi's face suddenly turned extremely ugly!

A slap of the sword!

The soft sword stabbed into Feng Qingzi's left shoulder...

At the same time, the strong force of Feng Qingzi's right palm also hit Ouyang Longyan's chest hard.

Boom! But seeing Ouyang Longyan's entire body being blown away by Feng Qingzi's huge palm force, his body flew backwards 3 meters away, but he did not fall down. After falling to the ground, he just took a few big steps back. , just now he took control of his steps.

The corner of Ouyang Longyan's mouth was shaken by the huge palm force, and a trace of blood flowed out. After all, the power of Feng Qingzi's palm was too great.

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

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

"What a cruel sword!" Feng Qingzi said, looking at the man in purple Ouyang Longyan with a solemn brow.

To be honest, since Feng Qingzi lived in seclusion in Kunlun more than 20 years ago, he has never seen such a master in all these years. Why is he not shocked to see such a master now?

Ouyang Longyan over there also uttered a few words coldly: "Excellent palm skills, you are indeed 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 sharply.

But Ouyang Longyan had a cold face, and the extremely vicious soft sword in his hand was raised again. There was a little bit of blood on the tip of the sword... slowly, slowly dripping. On the cold ground.

He seems to have no emotion at all and is extremely cold.

When the soft sword in his hand was raised again, his whole body was filled with an even stronger murderous aura, and the air seemed to be frozen.

And Feng Qingzi also knew that today was a life and death battle. If he was not careful, he would probably die under this guy's sword today.

He also slowly accumulated strength in his body, ready to deal with the man in purple at any time.

But just when the two were about to start a life-and-death battle, a deep cry suddenly came from the side.

"Mr. Feng...are you there?"

If you heard correctly, that voice should be that of the old man of the Ouyang family! Ouyang Wujiang!

It turns out that Ouyang Wujiang finally got out of the ancestral hall today and wanted to chat with Mr. Feng... that's why he came here.

Just when Ouyang Longyan, the man in purple, heard that voice, his face suddenly changed in an extremely strange way...

Then the soft sword in his hand went into the scabbard with a clang, and after giving Feng Qingzi a fierce look in front of him, he said coldly: "I'll let you go today...but next time, I will definitely let you. die."

After saying this, Ouyang Longyan's figure flashed out of the room in front of him as fast as lightning.

Then his body quickly disappeared.

Feng Qingzi looked at his back, his brows furrowed deeply. He didn't know who was in front of him? He didn't even know who he was, but he knew that he might really be in big trouble.

After Ouyang Longyan's figure jumped out of the Ouyang family's house, Mr. Ouyang had already arrived in Feng Qingzi's room.

When he saw the messy scene in the room and the broken coffee table, Mr. Ouyang suddenly had an ugly face and looked at Feng Qingzi who was standing there motionless in surprise.

"Old Feng..."

"What's wrong?"

"Are you injured?" When Mr. Ouyang suddenly saw the injury on Feng Qingzi's shoulder and head, he suddenly screamed and walked over quickly, asking with an ugly face.

But Feng Qingzi sighed slightly.

"It's okay!" He murmured.

"Where are the people? Where are the people who hurt you?" Mr. Ouyang's face suddenly turned into a murderous roar.

"Gone, already gone." Feng Qingzi sighed.

When Mr. Ouyang heard that the old man with a cold had left, he immediately strode towards the door.

"I'm going to chase that evil thief!" Mr. Ouyang roared.

Hearing that Mr. Ouyang said that he was going to chase the cold killer, Feng Qingzi quickly stopped him and said: "Brother Ouyang...forget it! The other party must have come prepared...so I guess he has gone far by now. ...If you want to pursue him, I’m afraid it won’t be possible.”

Mr. Ouyang does know such things, and he also knows deeply what Mr. Feng is capable of.

A master who can injure such an awesome figure like Xuanmen Grandmaster Feng Qingzi is definitely the strongest among the strong.

Mr. Ouyang, who came over to help Feng Lao, looked at Feng Qingzi's injury and said, "Feng Lao, how is your injury?"

Feng Qingzi said softly: "It's okay, it's just a flesh wound."

"Oh! That's good, then I'll be relieved." Mr. Ouyang said with a sigh.

"Hey! It's because my Ouyang family didn't take good care of him, and Mr. Feng was injured! But don't worry, Mr. Feng, I will definitely find out the evil thief who hurt you." Mr. Ouyang roared.

Mr. Ouyang, who has been fasting and chanting Buddha for so many years, has already achieved an extremely balanced mentality. But today, when he saw Feng Lao suddenly being injured in his own family, he was of course extremely angry.

Feng Qingzi in front of him smiled slightly, covered his injured shoulder with his hand, and smiled bitterly.

"I haven't been out of Kunlun for many years, and I didn't expect to meet such a powerful master today! To be honest, I was shocked." Feng Qingzi sighed slightly.

The old man Ouyang glanced at Feng Lao in front of him, and he knew in his heart how powerful Feng Lao's skills were.

Since an opponent can even injure someone like Feng Lao, how powerful can you imagine?

So now Mr. Ouyang frowned and looked at Feng Laodao and said, "Who is he? Can he hurt you, Mr. Feng?"

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

"But I know what his purpose is in finding me."

Old man Ouyang raised his eyes and looked at Feng Qingzi in surprise and asked, "What is the purpose?"

"He is trying to snatch the Book of Heavenly Alchemy Scroll." Feng Qingzidao said.

ah?

Hearing what Feng Qingzi said, the face of Mr. Ouyang in front of him suddenly became extremely ugly.

"Who is that person? How did he know that Mr. Feng, you have the "Book of Heavenly Book" in your hand?" Mr. Ouyang said in shock.

But Feng Qingzi shook his head: "Actually, I'm also very confused as to why he knew I had the "Heavenly Book of Alchemy" in my hand."

"Brother Ouyang, I haven't left Kunlun for more than 20 years. The "Book of Heavenly Book" has always been hidden in my hands, but no one has ever known about it. I really don't understand how such a master suddenly came to snatch the "Book of Heavenly Book". "?"