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"See young hero Feng, from today onwards, everyone in Vulture Palace will listen to young hero's orders."

Tianshan Child Elder suddenly knelt on the ground, arched her hands respectfully, and said loudly.

Facing death, she chose to compromise.

She doesn't want to die.

Moreover, she originally planned to subdue Feng Wuhen and use Feng Wuhen to achieve her goal of dominating the world. Now that this way is not feasible, she can still gain the world by being attached to Feng Wuhen.

Although her identity has changed 180 degrees, at least she can live.

Faced with Tianshan Child Elder's sudden action, everyone present at Vulture Palace couldn't help being stunned. At this time, Tianshan Child Elder was no longer the one they usually saw.

"Your Majesty!"

Tianshan Child Elder sternly shouted.

After the words fell, everyone including Sijian Maid fell to their knees on the ground.

"See young hero Feng!"

All in unison.

Looking at the dozens of people kneeling in the hall, Feng Wuhen couldn't help but smile.

Such a harvest is really a surprise.

"Let's do it for ourselves. When I employ people, I will come to you."

Feng Wuhen said something casually, turned around and walked out.

Although he didn't think of the use of taking in so many women now, the Vulture Palace is huge, so it will definitely be useful in the future.

"Young Xia Feng, Lan Jian is more familiar with you, why don't you let her follow you, so that she can take care of you."

Tianshan Child Elder looked at Feng Wuhen's back and asked tentatively.

"No! I don't like women!"

Feng Wuhen walked out of the hall without looking back, and his voice was heard by everyone present.

The thirty or so people kneeling in the hall froze in place, with different expressions.

Especially Lan Jian, with an extremely ugly expression.

...

Feixue Town.

Snowy Inn.

This is a small town closest to Tianshan Mountain. There are no people in the area for a hundred miles, and few outsiders come here.

At this time, in a guest room, seven or eight people gathered, all of them were women of the same color, wearing Taoist shirts, and all of them held swords in their hands.

The leader was nearly fifty years old, dressed as an old nun, with a stern face and slightly wrinkled brows.

"Master, this disciple has already found out that he followed the people from Vulture Palace to Misty Peak one day ago. Someone in the town saw them pass by and recognized his carriage."

A young woman with red phoenix eyes said respectfully.

"I hope he can go down the mountain alive, don't let me go in vain, and the Yitian Sword can no longer fall into the hands of others."

The old nun nodded and said in a deep voice.

"Master, are you saying that Vulture Palace is looking for him for Yitian Sword?!"

The woman who spoke earlier asked in surprise.

"I can't rule out this possibility. Recently, so many forces in the rivers and lakes have come to him one after another. Apart from coveting him as a martial arts genius, they may also have intentions for Yitianjian, so we have to guard against it. So this time, we must take Yitianjian back no matter what. , otherwise I will be sorry to the ancestors of the Emei sect."

The old nun said solemnly.

"But Master, there are not a few martial arts masters who died at his hands recently, are you really sure?"

Another woman sitting in the corner tilted her head and asked worriedly.

About eleven or twelve years old, holding a dagger in his hand, with clear eyes and a handsome face.

"Even if you are smashed to pieces, you will not hesitate to be a teacher!"

The old nun said in a deep voice.

"Zhiruo, don't talk nonsense, with master's martial arts, together with the rest of us, we can definitely kill him this time! Take back the Yitian sword!"

The woman who spoke before frowned, stared at her little junior sister with dissatisfaction, and said loudly.

The little junior sister nodded, pursed her lips, and stopped talking.

"Okay, let's all go back to our rooms and rest. There is no one in the area for hundreds of miles. If he goes down the mountain, he will definitely pass by here. Once he finds his trace, he will report it to the teacher immediately."

The old nun waved her hand and ordered all the disciples to retreat.

"Yes, Master."

The disciples agreed and slowly left the room.

At this time, on the mountain road ten miles away from Feixue Town, a black carriage was slowly moving forward.

A young man in black was sitting in the carriage, drinking a jug of wine while looking at the snow-covered mountains outside the window, thinking...

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Feixue Town.

A black carriage drove slowly into the town in the night.

Although there was no driver in the car, the horse seemed to know everything in the town. It walked slowly on its own, and finally stopped at the door of a restaurant.

After the carriage came to a complete stop, a young man in black walked out of the carriage, holding a sword in one hand and a wine jug in the other, standing on the shaft and stretching.

Feng Wuhen.

"Guest officer, please come inside!"

A slightly bloated waiter ran out of the wine shop and greeted him enthusiastically. He probably hadn't seen a stranger for a long time, and his reddish cheeks, which had been whitewashed by wind and frost, were full of smiles.

"Get some snacks, fill up the flagon, and feed my horse well."

Feng Wuhen casually threw the jug to Xiao Er, and walked straight to the wine shop.

The weather here is really not so cold. Although there is a powerful body shield with internal strength, Feng Wuhen couldn't help shivering. He chose the innermost seat to sit down, and couldn't help rubbing his hands.

"Guest officer, wait a moment, the food and drink will be ready soon!"

Xiao Er greeted him, and quickly walked towards the back kitchen with the jug in hand.

There is a stove burning in the room, and the jumping flames are burning fiercely, making the temperature inside and outside the door very clear.

After sitting for a while, Feng Wuhen gradually felt warmer, and began to look around the restaurant.

The place is not too big, and it seems that it has not been full of guests for a long time, and it looks a bit depressed.

This is not surprising. Few people come to such a remote place. It is estimated that most of the people living here also have the custom of making their own wine, so naturally they will not spend money to buy wine in the wine shop.

Soon, Xiao Er brought a few small dishes and a well-filled jug out of the back kitchen, and put them on the table in front of Feng Wuhen.

Feng Wuhen picked up the jug, raised his head and took a sip. The strong old wine was swallowed in one gulp, and the hot feeling spread all over his body in an instant, causing a burst of warmth.

"Good wine!"

Feng Wuhen couldn't help but praise, showing a satisfied smile.

Seeing that the guests were very satisfied, the smile on Xiaoer's face became even wider. He scratched his head, turned around and went out to feed the horses.

Feng Wuhen didn't hesitate anymore, and started devouring a few side dishes that looked good.

After a day's driving, I'm really hungry.

After drinking for three rounds, Feng Wuhen finally felt much more comfortable.

But at this moment, two familiar figures came into his eyes.

Several sword-wielding women in Taoist uniforms slowly walked into the restaurant under the leadership of an old nun. As soon as they entered, they guarded the door and windows of the restaurant, and all their eyes were on the people who were drinking. Feng Wuhen who eats vegetables.

Extinct!

Ding Minjun!

The people from the Emei faction are here!

Seeing these two familiar figures, Feng Wuhen couldn't help but smiled wryly. It seemed that today's meal could not be finished properly.

"Guest officer? Are you..."

Xiaoer heard footsteps and came out of the back kitchen, but after seeing a group of nuns coming in, he couldn't help but froze in place.

No one paid any attention to Xiao Er, they all looked at Feng Wuhen sitting in the back, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"I didn't expect you to come down from the Tianshan Mountain alive, but I'm glad you didn't die on the Tianshan Mountain!"

Juejue looked at Feng Wuhen and said coldly.

"Master is a monk, how can you say nothing? You are not afraid of others gossiping about your Emei sect."

As Feng Wuhen spoke, he raised his head and took a sip of the wine, looking as if nothing had happened, not paying attention to these people in front of him at all.

"In the face of a person who disregards righteousness and evil and kills like nothing, even a monk, it is impossible to be compassionate. There are many people who want to kill you now. One less is not much, and one more is not much."

Juejue looked at Feng Wuhen coldly, and said in a deep voice, his eyes shifted to the Yitian sword on the table in front of Feng Wuhen.

"But you are late."

Feng Wuhen glanced at Juejue, and said lightly.

"what?"

Juejue froze for a moment, then looked at Feng Wuhen again in doubt, some did not understand what Feng Wuhen meant.

"I thought you would come a long time ago, but I didn't expect to make me wait so long. It seems that the teacher knows very well in her heart that you are not my opponent. Am I right?"

Feng Wuhen looked at Jue Jue, and said with a little disappointment, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

The Yitian Sword is the treasure of the Emei Sect, and it is also a symbol of status. Now that the sword is in his hands, the Emei Sect should have come to take it back a long time ago, but the extinction has not appeared for a long time.

Last time, he only sent his disciples to steal the Yitian Sword secretly, but he failed.

It's not like being extinct.

There is only one reason, and that is Jue Jue knows that his martial arts are not as good as Feng Wuhen.

"No matter what, the Emei Sect will not allow the Yitian Sword to fall into the hands of others. Even if you die today, the poor nun will take back the Yitian Sword for the Emei Sect!"

Juejue gritted his teeth and said with a sullen face.

Feng Wuhen guessed her mind, which made her a little annoyed.

"You go, I don't want to kill people today. The snow is beautiful, and I don't want to tarnish it."

Feng Wuhen withdrew his gaze, continued to eat the food, and said lightly.

After hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Juejue suddenly became angry. When has she been so underestimated?

"Look at the palm!"

Juejue shouted angrily, shot suddenly, rushed towards Feng Wuhen quickly, and slashed at Feng Wuhen Tianling with his palm!

With the attack of extinction, Feng Wuhen's face sank instantly, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes!

Seeing that Juejue was coming in the blink of an eye, Feng Wuhen suddenly swung his palm and faced Juejue!

"Oh!"

There was a loud noise, and palms were everywhere!

Immediately afterwards, I saw that Miejue's whole body began to tremble violently, even the skin on his cheeks began to tremble violently, with a hideous expression!

At this time, she wanted to withdraw her arm but found that she couldn't do it at all, and the true energy in her body rushed into Feng Wuhen's palm unexpectedly and quickly!

"Master!"

Ding Minjun yelled, but he froze on the spot, at a loss!

At this moment, Feng Wuhen flipped his wrist, and directly knocked back a few steps!

Fortunately, Miejue, who staggered back, was supported by his disciples, but the expression on his face was more terrified than seeing a ghost.

"You actually even learned the Beiming Divine Art of the Xiaoyao Sect?!"