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Zhang Sanfeng stood on the stone steps in front of the main hall with his hands behind his back, looking at the foot of Wudang Mountain in the distance.

Song Yuanqiao stood behind him.

"Has he already left the Wudang Mountains?"

Zhang Sanfeng muttered to himself.

"According to the time calculation, it's almost the same."

Song Yuanqiao nodded, his complexion changed and his eyes were complicated.

"He has disgraced the Six Great Sects. I'm afraid those people will not let it go. After I leave, you send someone to follow him secretly. If there is any danger, the Wudang Sect must protect his life."

Zhang Sanfeng said with a sigh.

"I know Master."

"The Xuanming God Palm of the Elder Xuanming is extremely powerful, and the cold poison has already eroded Wuji's whole body. Have you thought of a way to diagnose and treat it?"

Song Yuanqiao replied solemnly.

"Even if you visit famous doctors all over the world, you will not hesitate to be a teacher."

Zhang Sanfeng said slowly, looking a little melancholy.

"Master, Wuhen, can't you really find a way to stay in Wudang?"

Song Yuanqiao hesitated, and then brought the topic to Feng Wuhen.

For this once-in-a-century apprentice, he has always been unable to let go.

"He has violated the sect's taboo, and Wudang can't tolerate him anymore. What's more, with his current cultivation base, even if he wants to stay, I'm afraid he won't be able to stay. No one in Wudang Mountain can teach him anymore."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said.

After hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Song Yuanqiao opened his mouth, but was finally speechless.

After the incident of one person fighting against the six sects alone, Feng Wuhen's name was no longer unknown, and gradually spread throughout the entire Yitian State.

...

Yitian State.

Los Angeles.

The sunset is westward.

A young man in a black robe slowly stepped into the city gate and walked along the street with a long sword in a golden sheath on his back. His face was full of curiosity about the world, and he looked at the people and things around him.

Feng Wuhen.

After leaving Wudang, he walked a long way, met too many people of all kinds, and passed through too many colorful mountains and towns.

The uneasiness that Nasi felt when she first came to this world gradually dissipated, and she began to feel and appreciate.

But what he didn't know was that now his name had spread throughout the rivers and lakes.

"Guest officer, do you want to stay at the hotel?"

At this moment, a cheerful voice came into Feng Wuhen's ears.

A smiling mistress stood in front of an inn, waving at Feng Wuhen.

Feng Wuhen stopped, and looked at the plaque hanging on the door of the inn that seemed to have experienced a long time of wind and frost.

Joy Inn.

Deja vu cordial.

"Don't hesitate, it's going to be dark soon, and if you leave Los Angeles, you'll be [-] or [-] miles away from the next place where you can rest. Why don't you just rest in Los Angeles for a night and then go on your way."

Xiao Er said politely.

Feng Wuhen looked up at the sky, nodded, and walked straight into the inn.

"Please come inside the guest officer!"

Xiao Er saw it, greeted him hastily and enthusiastically, and served tea and water.

Feng Wuhen glanced at the inn, found a place near the door and sat down, untied the Yitian sword from his back, and put it on the table.

"Guest officer, what do you want to eat?"

Xiao Er stood by and asked with a smile.

"Get two side dishes at will, boil a pot of wine, and come to a room."

Relying on his own memory, Feng Wuhen thought about it.

This is the first time he went down the mountain after crossing.

"okay!"

Xiao Er happily agreed, and happily ran over to the back kitchen.

Feng Wuhen let out a long breath, looking at the scattered pedestrians passing by outside the door, he suddenly felt a little emotional.

I didn't expect that one day I would become one of the many martial arts figures in the arena.

At this moment, several men walked in at the door, looked at the inn, and sat at a table not far from Feng Wuhen.

Seeing these people, Feng Wuhen couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

But nothing was revealed.

Soon, Xiao Er brought out the food and wine from the kitchen and placed them on the table in front of Feng Wuhen.

Feng Wuhen looked at the food in front of him, his appetite whetted, and then he remembered that he hadn't eaten for a long time, and he was indeed hungry.

"Guest officer, your room is in Tianzi No. [-]."

Xiao Er said with a smile.

Feng Wuhen nodded, and immediately began to gobble it up, taking a gulp of strong wine, as if all the exhaustion had disappeared.

Ancient wine is indeed more powerful!

Very strong!

"Xiao Er, bring some dishes and open two upper rooms."

At this time, the men who came later also began to greet Xiao Er.

Xiao Er agreed and smiled happily.

Feng Wuhen didn't pay attention to those men any more, and began to enjoy the delicious dinner on his own.

...

After drinking for three rounds, Feng Wuhen finally put down the chopsticks in his hand contentedly, and burped.

He suddenly felt that these dishes became more delicious without those messy additives and seasonings.

Maybe it's because I'm really hungry.

But at this time he discovered a very serious problem, he had no money on him.

Patrons set foot in the rivers and lakes with curiosity, but forgot that in this world, eating and lodging also cost money, and what they want is real money.

"Xiao Er, put the money for the food and drinks on the account first, and pay before leaving the shop."

Feng Wuhen bit the bullet and dropped a sentence, got up and walked straight to Room No. [-], Tianzi, on the second floor.

Hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Xiaoer hurriedly ran out of the back kitchen, looked at Feng Wuhen who had already walked up to the second floor quickly, with a embarrassed expression on his face, hesitant to speak.

But after seeing the golden sword inlaid in Feng Wuhen's hand, he was relieved.

After returning to the room, Feng Wuhen let out a long breath, and lay on the bed frowning.

The most important thing now is to find a way to get some money, otherwise he will really become the overlord.

Perhaps because of being too tired, Feng Wuhen had gradually fallen asleep before he knew it.

...

night, very deep.

Surprisingly quiet.

A slight sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in the silent inn.

Lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, Feng Wuhen suddenly opened his eyes reflexively, and looked sideways at the door.

With his peerless martial arts knowledge, no trouble can be hidden from him.

Outside the room door, a few men in night clothes and covered in black cloth approached quietly. They all held weapons in their hands, and a pair of sinister eyes flashed with cold light.

One of them quietly pried open the door from the outside. After a few gestures to each other, they rushed into the room at the same time and went straight to the couch!

Four daggers stabbed at the bulging bedding at the same time!

The short sword pierced the quilt in an instant!

But there was no blood spatter!No screams!

Immediately afterwards, the four men turned pale with shock at the same time, and threw off the quilt, only to find that there was only one horizontal pillow under the quilt!

What about people? !

They clearly heard snoring just now!

"Looking for me?"

At this moment, a cold voice came from behind the four men.

A dark figure slowly walked out of the darkness and blocked the door.

Feng Wuhen.

Chapter 7 The Retaliation of the Underdog

Yitian State.

Los Angeles.

Joy Inn.

Hearing the voice from behind, the four masked men in black were startled, turned around and looked behind them, and couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Who sent you here?!"

Feng Wuhen looked at the four men in black coldly, and asked in a deep voice.

He had already seen that these four people were the suspicious-looking people he had met downstairs.

From the time they first entered the inn, Feng Wuhen noticed something was wrong.

They are obviously four practitioners, but they are dressed in the clothes of ordinary people, without weapons, and try their best to conceal the fact that they know martial arts.

Sure enough, it was aimed at him.

"Say!"

Feng Wuhen looked at the four people who were silent, and shouted sharply.

But the four of them still didn't answer, didn't even say a word. After looking at each other, they rushed towards Feng Wuhen at the same time, stabbing Feng Wuhen with four short swords in four directions, up, down, left, and right!

Seeing this scene, Feng Wuhen narrowed his eyes, tapped his toes to the ground, and stepped back quickly. At the same time, he raised the Yitian sword in his hand, blocking the four short swords!Immediately afterwards, two feet flew out like lightning!

There were two screams, and two of the men in black had already flew out backwards!The chest was all kicked by Feng Wuhen, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking!

The remaining two people had no time to be surprised, and stabbed out the dagger again, this time with all their strength, accompanied by a roar!

When people are more frightened, it is easier for them to yell involuntarily.

"court death!"

Feng Wuhen snorted coldly, and pulled out the Yitian Sword in his hand!

In the sky full of silver light, the Yitian sword blocked the two short swords, and then stabbed out like lightning, piercing the chest of one of them with a sword!

Amidst the splash of blood, the man died before he even had time to scream!

The last person actually took advantage of Feng Wuhen's sword to kill his companion and rushed out of the door, desperately rushed out of the inn, and fled in despair.

Feng Wuhen shook the Yitian Sword in his hand, and a string of blood beads fell off and splashed in the stairwell.

Four killers, three dead and one escaped.