Zongwu: Opening Awakening copy and paste

With the appearance of this group of people, the system has already sensed the Iron Palm Kung Fu and Yin Yang Chaos Blade Technique of Unfeeling Valley, as well as the Songfeng Sword Technique and Heart Destroying Palm of Qingcheng Sword School.

But the two people in front of them didn't learn the essence of it, their skills were uneven, and even the system didn't bother to copy it.

So Feng Wuhen felt that there was no need for him to stay any longer.

But obviously the two of them didn't want to let Feng Wuhen leave.

"Young Xia Feng, hold on, my teacher really wants to get to know the young hero, and please take the sake of my teacher's sake to go down to the Valley of Unrequited Love, otherwise it will be really difficult for me to explain to my teacher."

Fan Yiweng took a step sideways, stood in front of Feng Wuhen, and said with a bitter face.

"Feng Shaoxia, my teacher often mentions the young hero's reputation, and he also admires the young hero's actions in the Jianghu. There are some lustful people in the Valley of Unrequited Love, so it doesn't matter if you don't go, but I invite the young hero to come with me. My teacher has been looking forward to visiting Songfengguan for a long time."

Hou Renying also came over at this time and said respectfully.

"What did you say!?"

After hearing Hou Renying's words, before Feng Wuhen could answer, Fan Yiweng was the first to jump into a rage and asked loudly.

"What? Did I say something wrong? Who doesn't know that Gongsun Zhi has a good face on the surface, but behind his back he is a womanizer! Even Li Mochou, the Chilian Fairy, wants to get his hands on him, no one in the world knows that!?"

Hou Renying snorted coldly and said disdainfully.

As soon as the words fell, the other members of the Qingcheng Sword Sect couldn't help laughing.

But the people in Unfeeling Valley, including Fan Yiweng, all lowered their faces, and showed their weapons one after another, and they were about to strike.

"Even if I'm going, I can only go to one place, but it seems that none of you are willing to lose this opportunity. In this case, it's better for you to decide a winner. Maybe I will consider going with the winner."

Feng Wuhen looked at the two groups of people who were at war, and thought of a plan.Said lightly.

He knew that these two groups of people would never let him leave just like that. Instead of entangled with them, it would be better to watch a good show, which would save him from making a move.

As the words fell, Feng Wuhen slowly backed away, put himself out of the way, took off the flagon at his waist, and while sipping the wine, looked at the two sides who were about to fight with relish.

"Hou Renying! You Qingcheng Sword Sect are deceiving people too much! How can you allow Rueqinggu to slander you so much!"

Fan Yiweng gritted his teeth, glared at Hou Renying and shouted sharply.

"Hmph, if you want others to know you have to do nothing!"

Hou Renying sneered disdainfully, and said with her mouth curled up.

"court death!"

Fan Yiweng let out a stern voice, unable to bear it anymore, he rushed directly to Hou Renying, and struck Hou Renying's chest with his palm, using the iron palm technique!

Hou Renying didn't talk nonsense anymore, she also attacked with a palm, and charged towards Fan Yiweng!

At the same time, other people from Qingcheng Sword Sect and Heartless Valley also found their own opponents and fought together!

There was a loud noise, and the palms of Fan Yiweng and Hou Renying were already facing each other!

Immediately afterwards, I saw the two of them retreating back at the same time!

Fan Yiweng took three steps back!

But Hou Renying retreated five steps in succession!

One move will determine the outcome!

Hou Renying is no match for Fan Yiweng!

On the other side, the skills of the disciples of both sides seemed to be about the same, and each had casualties.

In front of the originally peaceful wine shop, blood flowed like a river for a while.

Standing aside, Feng Wuhen witnessed everything that happened in front of him, and a sneer could not help showing at the corner of his mouth.

Chapter 29 The Fisherman's Gain

Lingquan Town.

In front of the winery.

"Whoever insults me in the Valley of Heartlessness, die!"

Fan Yiweng took a deep breath, collected himself, and suppressed the churning feeling in his chest, then looked at Hou Renying and said fiercely.

"Want to kill me? You are not qualified!"

Hou Renying wiped the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, gritted his teeth and said fiercely, his face was pale and his eyes were full of resentment.

Around the two of them, the people they each brought were dead and wounded, and there were not many people who could stand up.

"Then I will fulfill you! Young Xia Feng can only go to the Valley of Heartlessness!"

Fan Yiweng let out a snarl, and once again rushed towards Hou Renying like lightning, and slammed Huashan with his palm again!

This time, he did his best!

"Delusion!"

Hou Renying screamed and drew out the long sword in his hand!A sword pierced Fan Yiweng's throat!

He knew that with palm strength alone, he had no chance of winning!

Seeing Hou Renying showing his weapon, Fan Yiweng didn't take back his palm, but moved faster with his feet!More ruthless!

Just when the long sword was about to pierce Fan Yiweng's sword, Fan Yiweng, who had been rushing forward, suddenly turned around and dodged the long sword in Hou Renying's hand just right, and the palm immediately hit Hou Renying's head Rear heart!

A mouthful of blood arrows shot out!

Hou Renying fell forward and fell face-to-face, blood splattered, and she didn't move at all!

he died!

He died of his own arrogance.

The quick tongue for a moment cost him his life!

"Not a single one!"

Fan Yiweng didn't look at Hou Renying on the ground again, but instead looked at the remaining subordinates who could barely stand up, and said word by word.

As the words fell, the remaining disciples of Heartless Valley raised their weapons again, beheading the remaining disciples of the Qingcheng Sword Sect who had been seriously injured and fell to the ground one by one!

After a long time, everything returned to calm.

Unfeeling Valley became the final winner.

Fan Yiweng turned around slowly, looked at Feng Wuhen, and showed a tragic smile.

"Young Xia Feng, I have won, and the Valley of Unrequited Love is the winner. Now, are you willing to go with me?"

Fan Yiweng looked at Feng Wuhen and asked seriously, with a hint of affirmation in his eyes.

But Feng Wuhen shook his head as if nothing had happened.

"What?! Feng Shaoxia wants to go back on his word?!"

Fan Yiweng's expression changed immediately, and he asked loudly.

"I never promised any of you, I just said that I would consider going to the winner's place once."

Feng Wuhen shook his head and said.

"Then you can think about it now!"

Fan Yiweng gritted his teeth and said.

He felt that he had been tricked, not only himself, but everyone present, living and dead, had been tricked by Feng Wuhen!

"I've already considered it, and it's the same as the previous answer. I won't go to either of you."

Feng Wuhen shook his head, and took a sip of wine while talking.

He suddenly felt that the scene he watched just now had become dull, and he even regretted witnessing everything.

"Feng Wuhen! Don't bully people too much! You can't afford to offend Heartless Valley!"

Fan Yiweng immediately changed his face, pointed at Feng Wuhen and said harshly.

"I have offended many people, so what is the Valley of Heartlessness?"

Feng Wuhen looked at Fan Yiweng and asked with a sneer.

"you!……"

Fan Yiweng gritted his teeth tightly, clenched his fists, his face turned blue and white.

"I advise you to leave as soon as possible. You made two moves to kill Hou Renying, but I don't even need to make a move to kill you!"

Feng Wuhen stared into Fan Yiweng's eyes, and said word by word, murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

Fan Yiweng looked at Feng Wuhen, his breathing became rapid, his clenched fists made a sound of bones rubbing against each other, and his nails seemed to be embedded in the flesh.

"go!"

After a long time, Fan Yiweng said something sternly, turned around and left with the men who were still alive.

Apart from leaving, he seems to have no other choice.

Because he doesn't want to die yet.

Feng Wuhen looked at the people in the Valley of Unrequited Love going away, a sneer flashed across his mouth, he glanced at the corpses all over the ground, he stopped staying, and walked in the opposite direction.

It's time for him to move on.

……

Among the forests.

A black carriage drove slowly through a barren plain and entered a birch forest.

The north wind was whistling, and the whistling sound was endless, as if someone was blowing a clarinet in the wind.

Feng Wuhen half-lyed in the carriage, leaned against the carriage and closed his eyes to rest, still holding the flagon that he carried with him in his hand.

After walking for a long time, the wine in the jug has bottomed out, and there is almost no drop left.

In the past few days, it seems that it has suddenly become calm, and no one comes to the door on its own initiative.

But Feng Wuhen knew very well in his heart that maybe this was just the tranquility before the storm, maybe there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him hidden in the dark.

At this moment, the slowly moving carriage stopped suddenly.

The horse seemed to be frightened, and couldn't help taking a few steps back.

Feng Wuhen, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and through the curtain swaying in the wind at the door of the carriage, he saw a figure.

A black shadow standing motionless in the wind.

"who?"

Feng Wuhen asked lightly.

I saw that figure slightly cupped its fists and saluted towards the carriage.

"Jing Wuming!"

Hearing these three words, Feng Wuhen couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

He couldn't be more familiar with this name. Among the swordsmen in the world, there are not many people he admires, but Jing Wuming is definitely one of them!

Because this person is brave enough, ruthless enough, and friend enough!

Feng Wuhen opened the jug, raised his head and drank the last sip of wine, then slowly stood up, walked out of the carriage, and stretched while standing on the shaft.

Jing Wuming is looking at him.

And he is also looking at Jing Wuming, this is the first time he has seen this sword addicted person.

He is slender, with three scars on his face, and a sword stuck in his waist with the hilt facing left.

With dead gray glasses, it looks emotionless and lifeless.

That's right, he is Jing Wuming!

When Feng Wuhen saw clearly the figure standing still in the wind, he was convinced, even though they had never met before.

But that aura is enough to explain everything.

"Shangguan Jinhong sent you here?"

Feng Wuhen stood on the shaft of the car, looked into those dead gray eyes, and asked faintly.

"Yes and no."