Zongwu: Opening Awakening copy and paste

Feng Wuhen slowly walked up to the black-clothed man whose chest was pierced by his sword, and with a flick of the sword, he saw the man's face.

stranger.

But Feng Wuhen saw the man's inner layer of clothes exposed at the neckline of the black clothes.

Seeing this, Feng Wuhen's eyes were instantly cold.

Those are the costumes of the disciples of the Kongtong School.

It seemed that the six major sects really refused to let him go.

"What happened?!"

Amid the exclamation, the waiter at the inn hurried up to the second floor.

"Ah?! Dead!"

But when he saw the scene in Feng Wuhen's room, he couldn't help trembling and squatted on the ground, his face pale.

"I'm going out to do some errands and get rid of the corpse."

Feng Wuhen left a word, jumped off the second floor, and disappeared at the door of the inn in a blink of an eye.

...

The streets of Los Angeles.

A man with a black cloth covering his face ran away in a panic, and kept looking behind him with horror in his eyes.

Behind him, a young man also dressed in black followed closely.

No matter how desperately the man in black fled, the young man followed behind him unhurriedly.

The man in black was almost desperate, but he still didn't want to give up, because once he stopped, he would surely die, just like that companion, who was pierced through the chest by a sword.

After a long time, the man in black finally failed and fell to the ground staggeringly.

But he still didn't want to give up, and crawled forward desperately, but the footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer, like a life-threatening talisman, squeezing his hope little by little.

"Run."

Feng Wuhen looked at the man in black who was crawling forward like crazy in front of him, his voice was cold.

Hearing Feng Wuhen's voice, the man in black stopped crawling, turned around and looked at Feng Wuhen in horror, and roared in despair.

"Shouldn't Guan Neng let you come to die?"

Feng Wuhen looked at the desperate man in black, shook his head and said.

He knew that after the Wudang incident, all the six sects lost face, and this beam was settled.

But he didn't expect that the Kongtong faction would dare to kill him after sending only three people, and he felt offended.

So all four must die.

"You offended the Kongtong faction, we will not stop here! Even if you kill me, someone will avenge me! Don't be too happy!"

The man in black trembled, roaring in self-esteem.

"is it?"

"I am waiting."

Feng Wuhen replied lightly, and the Yitian sword in his hand was unsheathed again!

After a flash of white light, everything returned to calm.

The sword's edge cut off the throat of the man in black in an instant.

The four killers have all lost their souls so far.

Feng Wuhen slowly put away the Yitian Sword, and carried it behind his back again, with no expression on his face, but he did not leave, but glanced at the dark alleyway behind him from the corner of his eye.

"Come out!"

Feng Wuhen suddenly said something coldly.

After the voice fell, footsteps came, and several figures slowly came out from the alley, all holding long swords tightly in their hands, looking at Feng Wuhen nervously.

woman.

Seven or eight women holding long swords.

People from the Emei faction.

"Kill someone? Or grab the sword?"

Feng Wuhen asked coldly, without turning around.

"The Yitian Sword belonged to my Emei Sect, so it should have been returned to us..."

One of the women swallowed her saliva, mustered up her courage and said.

"roll!"

"Don't let me see you again, or you will end up like him, woman, I will kill you!"

Feng Wuhen left a word coldly, and left without even looking at the Emei disciples.

"Senior Sister Ding, just let him go?"

Seeing Feng Wuhen gradually walk away, several Emei disciples finally breathed a sigh of relief, and one of them asked tremblingly.

"Otherwise? You saw it just now. If he wants to kill us, it's as simple as picking something out of a pocket."

The woman known as Senior Sister Ding frowned tightly and said solemnly.

Her name is Ding Minjun, and she can be regarded as the best among the new generation of disciples of the Emei School, but she doesn't even have the courage to act against Feng Wuhen.

Move and die!

"Senior Sister! Has he not regretted it?!"

At this moment, several Emei disciples suddenly exclaimed and pointed to the front with frightened faces.

Because Feng Wuhen, who had already left, suddenly turned around and walked back!

"Your Excellency, are you going to go back on your word?!"

Ding Minjun held back his fear, held the hilt of his sword, and asked with trembling lips.

But Feng Wuhen didn't pay attention to them, but went straight to the corpse of the Kongtong sect disciple, squatted down and began to grope for that person.

After a long time, Feng Wuhen finally found a money bag from the corpse, shook it twice, and there was a sound of friction and impact of silver ingots.

"It's guaranteed now."

Feng Wuhen couldn't help saying something, picked up the money bag, got up and left again contentedly.

But what he didn't notice was that the seven or eight disciples of the Emei Sect had all froze in place, all dumbfounded.

"Is he stealing money from dead people?"

"Shh, shut up! That's... take..."

"..."

Chapter 8 Unexpected Invitation

Yitian State.

on the official road.

A carriage moved slowly, slower than an ox cart.

It doesn't look like the owner of the car is in a hurry.

Under the half-covered carriage door curtain, a faint scent of wine wafted out with the wind, circling around the carriage.

Half lying in the car was a handsome young man, dressed in black, with a gold-encrusted long sword by his lap, sipping a jug of old wine with relish.

It was Feng Wuhen who left Los Angeles.

He has already settled the money for the hotel and lodging, and asked Xiaoer to help him buy a carriage. The world is so big that it is unimaginable, and he doesn't want to walk anymore.

I bought two roast geese on East Street and two jugs of old wine on West Street, and once again opened my own Jianghu road.

There is no purpose, so the carriage is very slow, and there is not even a driver.

Wherever the horse goes by itself, it counts.

If you are lucky, you can meet two martial arts masters, and it is not bad to steal some martial arts.

"The rivers and lakes, where there is wine and money, happy."

While drinking the wine, Feng Wuhen swayed with the bumps of the carriage, feeling very comfortable.

But at this moment, a familiar system prompt sounded in Feng Wuhen's mind:

"The invincible replication system has been activated!"

"The system has sensed the Songshan Sword Art and is copying and pasting..."

"The system senses the Great Songyang Divine Palm and is copying and pasting..."

Hearing this prompt sound, Feng Wuhen frowned slightly, and raised his eyes to look outside the carriage.

On the road ahead, a group of people suddenly appeared, blocking the way of the carriage.

The two leaders were riding tall horses, and behind them stood a group of men in hard attire.

Rivers and lakes.

The carriage slowly stopped.

Feng Wuhen couldn't help but frowned, and looked at the group of people blocking the way.

"Another group of desperate people."

Feng Wuhen twitched the corners of his mouth, still lying half-lying, lazily, but his voice was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone in the group in front.

"May I ask if your Excellency is Feng Wuhen Feng Shaoxia?"

One of the middle-aged men on the horse arched his hands towards the carriage, asked a little respectfully, and tried his best to look into the half-covered carriage.

"Yes."

Feng Wuhen responded lightly.

"That's right."

The man said something, got off the horse, smiled and walked towards the carriage.

"One step further and you will die."

Feng Wuhen, who was lying in the carriage, squinted his eyes, and his voice was suddenly cold.

Judging by their attire, these people are not members of the Six Great Sects.

Hearing Feng Wuhen's words, the man stopped abruptly, his expression changed.

"Young Xia Feng, don't get me wrong, we have no malicious intentions."

"Ding Mian, from the Songshan School of Aojiang Prefecture, was entrusted by the head brother to invite Feng Shaoxia to the Songshan School as a guest."

The middle-aged man cupped his hands and said, he finally saw Feng Wuhen who was half lying in the carriage, but he couldn't help frowning.

Maybe it's because I didn't expect this rising star who has been famous in Yitian State in recent days to be so young.

really.

After hearing the prompt from the system, he knew the origin of these people.

Songshan School? !

Thirteen Taibao? !

Hearing what the middle-aged man said, Feng Wuhen couldn't help being a little surprised.

If he remembered correctly, this Ding Mian was the head of the Songshan School's thirteen Taibao, and Zuo Lengchan's younger brother. Unexpectedly, Zuo Lengchan sent Ding Mian to invite him to Songshan.

"Not interested in."

Although surprised, Feng Wuhen still wasn't interested at all, not to mention Zuo Lengchan was one of the martial arts characters he hated the most.

After hearing Feng Wuhen's answer, Ding Mian's face was slightly gloomy, but he forcibly suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, and barely kept a smile on his face.

"Young Xia Feng, your battle at Wudang Mountain has now spread throughout the Jianghu. The brother in charge has always loved talents, so he specially sent me here to wait for you. I hope to discuss great plans with Young Xia Feng, and to dominate the world is just around the corner."