[Shooting Eagle] East Evil Chasing Love

The person who spoke was none other than Qiu Qianren who claimed to be the leader of the Iron Palm Clan.

Feng Heng's heart sank, did he come to seek revenge on him?This is really the right time, there is no worse situation than now.

Immediately afterwards, several voices came one after another, and only one person said:

"His grandma, we followed for several days. We thought this kid didn't notice it. We didn't expect to succeed, but he found out."

Another person also said:

"This kid looks like he doesn't weigh a few catties, but he can run so fast with such a burden?"

Immediately another person retorted, saying:

"No, we have fought against this person before, and his martial arts are not trivial. If it wasn't for a clever trick last time, we might not have been able to take advantage of it."

Feng Heng was no stranger to the voices of these people, they were tall, short, fat and thin, and they were none other than Master Ling Zhi, the Dragon King of Ghost Gate, and Liang Ziweng under Zhao Wang.

Only Liang Ziweng shouted:

"Hey, Qiu Qianzhang, did you really see them coming this way?"

Feng Heng was taken aback, who is this Qiu Qianzhang?

Soon those people were muttering in their mouths, getting closer and closer, Feng Heng turned his head slightly to look at Chen Xuanfeng who was stiff, and the two looked at each other, Feng Heng nodded lightly, as to comfort him.

After a while, those people came to the tree where they were hiding. Feng Heng listened carefully, and the rustling sound of the sleeves rubbing against the grass seemed to be clear in his ears, and he unconsciously tensed up.

After walking around for a while, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.Just listen to Qiu Qianzhang standing under the tree, saying loudly:

"Feng Heng, knowing that you are on this tree, do you think you will come down by yourself, or let Grandpa go up and drag you down."

The voice came straight to the treetops, obviously looking up at their position.Feng Heng dragged Chen Xuanfeng to this place, he didn't think about it in a hurry.The weeds that have been overwhelmed and scratched along the way will expose their tracks as long as they pay less attention.

Those people seemed to be sure that Feng Heng was here, and they were not in a hurry. They glanced at each other, and then said relaxedly:

"Feng Heng, come down quickly if you know the current affairs. We have been watching you for a long time. The martial arts expert next to you has already left. Now you have nothing to rely on. If you are obedient, you will suffer less flesh and blood."

After saying this, several people either showed complacency or laughed out loud, only Feng Heng on the tree pursed his lips, frowning in thought.

In such a situation at this moment, no matter what, a frontal conflict cannot be avoided. He looked at Chen Xuanfeng's anxious and pale face, clenched his fist, and when he opened it again, there was a small blue glossy button the size of a chess piece in his palm. Feng Heng grabbed Chen Xuanfeng hand, involuntarily pressed the little button on the back of Chen Xuanfeng's hand.

The little button was tightly attached to the back of Chen Xuanfeng's hand as if it had suction. Chen Xuanfeng was startled, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand. Feng Heng only pressed the back of his hand firmly. After about two breaths, Chen Xuanfeng saw the blue There seemed to be a flash of light on the small button, and only then did Feng Heng let go of his hand.

At this moment, the few people below shouted a few more words, Feng Heng took the opportunity to whisper to Chen Xuanfeng:

"I'm going to lure them away. You just stay on the tree and don't go down no matter what happens. Do you hear me?"

Chen Xuanfeng bit his lip, finally showed a look of panic on his calm face, shook his head helplessly, and grabbed Feng Heng's sleeve not to let go.

Seeing his worried look, Feng Heng seemed to have a lively expression on his round face, so he patted his hand and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, I'll be fine, don't take that blue thing away, I'll come to you."

After finishing speaking, Feng Heng jumped off the tree trunk.

Qiu Qianzhang, Liang Ziweng and the others were impatient to wait, when they saw a person flying down, but when it landed on the ground, it was as silent as a feather, and they stopped laughing immediately, and secretly thought about it.

Feng Heng stood still and looked up, the people in front of him were no strangers, they had already dealt with each other, but Liang Ziweng, Sha Tongtian, Master Lingzhi, and Qiu Qianzhang, even one of them was a stranger. He is short in stature, but his eyes are like lightning, and he doesn't seem to be a good person to get along with.

When Qiu Qianzhang saw Feng Heng appearing, his eyes widened with anger, he pointed at Feng Heng and said:

"Good boy, it's really you. I didn't expect you to have a good reputation. Now I'm so tired that I'm going to run after you."

Liang Ziweng also took a few steps forward, looked at Feng Heng contemptuously, and said to Qiu Qianzhang with a smile:

"Sigh, brother Qiu's words are wrong. There is no reputation or not. It's just a person who leans against a big tree to enjoy the shade. If one person attains the Tao, chickens and dogs can follow him to heaven, let alone a pillow person who can blow the wind in his ears. "

When he said this, although his face was facing Qiu Qianzhang, the corners of his eyes were squinting at Feng Heng. Even Chen Xuanfeng who was on the tree could feel the naked contempt and shamelessness.

Several people laughed and nodded in agreement that what Liang Ziweng said was reasonable.

Feng Heng didn't say a word, but the hands hanging by his sides were clenched into fists. He suppressed his anger, squinted at those people who were speaking obscene words without restraint, and waited for them to calm down expressionlessly. Only then slowly asked one word at a time:

"I don't know how many people are following me, so what's the matter?"

That Sha Tongtian snorted disdainfully, and said coldly:

"Who wants to follow you? Do you think of yourself as a sweet potato?"

He paused here, looked Feng Heng up and down, and continued to comment:

"Speaking of which, you are considered a good-looking person, and your martial arts are good, but you are so humble that you are willing to serve others with color. But even if you love being a rabbit master, not everyone can be like Huang Yaoshi. The point of being cold and unscrupulous."

Feng Heng was still a little angry at first, but at this moment he heard their continuous sarcasm and slander, but he calmed down surprisingly, his clenched fist slowly loosened, and carefully covered his abdomen.

Probably feeling the ups and downs of his mood, the child in his belly kicked him at the right time, not knowing whether it was to comfort or to fight for his father.

However, Chen Xuanfeng on the tree had to clasp the trunk tightly with his hands, so as not to make a sound from his trembling body. Now he can finally understand how angry Master faced him on the island that day. .

Chen Xuanfeng heard it clearly, those people under the tree were insulting Feng Heng in front of him, and it was Chen Xuanfeng himself, if it wasn't for his martial arts being hindered, he was worried that something bad would happen and Feng Heng would be implicated, and he would beat him up violently no matter what he said These blood-spitting villains have a meal.

Only to hear that spiritual master also opened his mouth and said:

"Stop talking nonsense with him. Left and right are just trying to lure Huang Yaoshi into the bait with him. Talking too much is useless. Hurry up and catch him so we can go back to work."

These people surrounded Feng Heng while they were talking, and they trapped Feng Heng in the middle, with fierce expressions on their faces.

Standing in the middle, Feng Heng didn't see a slight change in his expression. He shook his hand and flashed his long whip, and looked casually at the people in front of him, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

When Liang Ziweng saw Feng Heng's long whip, he couldn't get angry, and he immediately said angrily:

"Feng Heng, your good days are probably coming to an end today, without Huang Yaoshi protecting you, how long can you be proud?"

Qiu Qianzhang followed suit and said:

"Feng Heng, you wounded my younger brother in Mingzhou that day, today we will settle it together."

Feng Heng flicked the whip violently, and the few people only heard a crisp whip echoing in the forest.

Feng Heng stood up with his whip, sneered, and hummed:

"Everyone here is skilled in martial arts, and they must be well-known in the martial arts world. They call themselves heroes and heroes. When I saw them today, I really laughed out my teeth. What kind of stealthy, despicable, and throwing stones tricks are all Take it out of the world. You do a lot of evil on weekdays, but you never repent, you only think about how to hurt good people, do you really despise the heroes of the world?"

The few of them were even more annoyed when they heard this, but they all felt that Feng Heng was like something in their pockets when they worked together, so they didn't take Feng Heng to heart, and saw Liang Ziweng squinting sideways, and said with a sneer:

"You can also be considered a hero in the world?"

Feng Heng raised his eyes and looked at the luxuriant and green forest in the distance, and only said softly:

"I don't dare to be called a 'hero'. I just want to persuade you that if you do too much unrighteousness, you will die yourself! That's all for now, let's make a move."

The author has something to say: I was told by a friend today that my article is a journal without aesthetics at all! (╯▽╰) oh no! !

I summed up my self-criticism, and felt that apart from my limited personal level, naked updates + no outline is a fatal injury!

Every time I coded, I didn’t have time to read it again before posting it. This is irresponsible to myself and the little angel! (.﹏.*)

So at this critical juncture, I was thinking about whether to update it every other day... (￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮o(￣炿￣///)

I know everyone will definitely say, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and get to the plot, err...

Although I may not be able to make any qualitative leaps the next day, my tolerance for my scum has exceeded the lower limit...

I don’t know if every author has to go back and forth in the struggle with self-loathing...(╯﹏╰）