"Don't blame the snow peaks for being small, and transform into hidden dragons.

Ice refining bones is calm, and the demon blade is not afraid of it, and the eagle roars in the sky.

Walking on the formation, laughing at the red sand, looking out into East China.

Hu Di’s resentment and timid feelings are strong, cold clouds linger on the wind and shine, shed tears in her heart.”

Hu Qingpeng watched Yi Wufeng fall down from the cliff, as if she was hit by five thunder. Her legs became weak and she fell to the ground. Her mind was blank and she shouted in a daze: "Sister Feng, Sister Feng..." Her heart was as cold as ashes, and tears surged wildly, and her heart was wet.

Li Meixian and others did not expect that Yi Wufeng would be so strong and would rather die than be humiliated. They could not stop her for a while, so they could only let her white shadow be swept away by Jiang Lang. Yu Wen Zheng was most regretful and angry. The beauty who had been following him from thousands of miles away actually jumped into the river before she even touched her clothes. Wouldn't it be a waste of his time? He couldn't help but stomp his feet and scolded: "This bitch deserves to die, I..."

Li Meixian frowned and interrupted, "Enough! Death is the greatest, don't speak dirty words. Elder Yi, although you and my family are old enemies, my sister still respects you. I hope you can reincarnate as soon as possible and walk in the world again!" Lianxiu bowed to Jiang three times, looked back and swept everyone, and sighed softly: "The mission has been completed, let's go!"

"Wait!" Yu Wen Zheng pointed at Hu Qingpeng with a demented look and said with a grim smile: "This kid is no longer of use, how should he deal with him?"

Li Meixian said impatiently: "You can do it!"

Yuwen Zheng kicked Hu Qingpeng down and stepped on his chest and sneered: "Boy, you are very sad now, are you? As a real man, don't you want to take revenge? Don't you want to find an opportunity to kill us and bury your lover with you?"

Hu Qingpeng's face twitched and murmured, "Revenge?!" His expression gradually changed, endless flames shot out from hissing eyes, and hissed, "I want to take revenge! I want to kill you bastards! I want to tear you all the corpses!" He struggled while screaming, and his eyes almost burst. However, he had been sealed with the acupoints and could not operate internally. He really had the heart but lacked strength. Looking at Yu Wen Zheng's smug smile, his heart was cut like a knife, and endless hatred filled his chest.

Yuwen Zheng laughed and said, "I like your hated look the most, but unfortunately you can't do anything to me. Of course, if you are given the opportunity to continue practicing martial arts, we may not be your opponent in the future. But if I don't kill you today, I will make you live worse than death, and will be tortured by the idea of ​​revenge forever until the day you die!" He picked up Hu Qingpeng and pointed out, breaking his "Qihai Point".

Hu Qingpeng felt a severe pain in Qihai acupoint. The true qi stored in it flowed uncontrollably to the limbs and veins. A heart sank into the bottomless abyss. His eyes turned dark and fainted. I don’t know how long it took, but he woke up slowly. Pan Ling'er squatted beside him, his face full of anxiety and worry, and exclaimed: "Ling'er! How could you be here? What about those fierce people?"

Pan Ling'er stuck out her tongue and said, "They have left long ago, otherwise how could I dare to crawl out of the invisible place? Brother Hu, you, are you okay?" She didn't listen to Hu Qingpeng's advice just now, sneaked into the woods and spy on it, but was not discovered by Li Meixian and others.

Hu Qingpeng silently used his true energy, but felt that the sea of ​​energy was empty. The achievements of his practice over the years were destroyed. From then on, he became a useless person. He couldn't help but feel cold all over, saying word by word: "My martial arts have been destroyed by them!" Yu Wen Zheng's trick was really vicious, and it was a hundred times more uncomfortable than killing him. How could a useless person who could not use his internal skills hope to revenge blood and hatred? He lived in this world and was about to suffer pain and hatred day and night, and he would not be in peace even if he died.

Pan Ling'er looked at his pale face and felt inexplicably painful. Her eyes turned red first, and she whispered: "Brother Hu, what are your plans in the future?"

Hu Qingpeng smiled bitterly and said, "Future? Do I have a future? I am a useless person. It is better to die and follow Feng Jie. Maybe the road to the underworld is too lonely and she needs me to accompany me. We were unable to get married before we died. After we died, we must not separate." As he said that, he looked at the surging river, revealing the desire to die.

Pan Ling'er was shocked and grabbed his arm tightly and said, "Brother Hu, don't think randomly! Don't do stupid things! If you die, who will avenge Sister Feng? Will you let those murderers go to justice and continue to do evil? Even if you can't do it yourself, you can ask your friends to help you with the boxing!"

Hu Qingpeng was shocked and whispered: "Not bad! Although I can't kill them with my own hands, Feng Jie is the elder of the Demon Cult, and someone will avenge her! If the power of the Demon Cult can be mobilized, wouldn't it be a hundred times better than myself?" Chi Yan couldn't help but see Chi Yan's tall and mighty figure. In any case, before he was poisoned, he must pass the news of Yi Wufeng's death to Chi Yan! As long as Chi Yan takes action, even if the culprits such as Yuwen Zheng and others escape to the ends of the world, they will not end well. At this point, he temporarily pressed the idea of ​​suicide and gritted his teeth and said: "Yuwen Zheng, you are a wolf-hearted thing, even if I become a ghost, I will pull you to the back!"

Pan Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Where is the Demon Cult? Is it far away from here? Brother Hu, you have lost all your martial arts skills. What if you meet jackals, tigers and leopards on the road?"

Hu Qingpeng's mouth moved and said with a smile: "My flesh is poison. I'm afraid that if I give it to wild animals, they dare not move! Even if the wild animals are fierce, is anyone so vicious? Don't worry, I can handle it."

Pan Ling'er pouted and said, "But you promised me that you would take me with you! Have you forgotten?"

Hu Qingpeng knew that she was worried about her safety and was even more afraid that he would commit suicide and favor affection, so he deliberately made his promise, which made him unable to refuse the escort. He was moved and sighed: "True love is seen in times of adversity, and the road is far away. Thank you, Ling'er!"

The two left the mountainous area and headed north. A little later, they arrived at Hezhang, a small town on the border of Guizhou. Pan Ling'er came to a densely populated town for the first time. She felt novel when she saw everything and wanted to try all the delicious and fun things. Hu Qingpeng was in a heavy mood, so how could he be interested in playing with her? He dragged her to find a large inn to stay in.

Although Hu Qingpeng was close to Yi Wufeng, he did not join the Demon Sect and did not know the secret contact method of the Demon Sect, so it was difficult to find the disciples of the Demon Sect to transmit information. Moreover, the Demon Sect was very hidden. In order to avoid being besieged by heroes from the world, he usually had another identity as a cover and never believed in people outside the Sect. After thinking for a long time, he decided to go the other way and use a bold and direct method to attract the attention of the Demon Sect and let them come to him on their own initiative. After opening the guest room, he ordered the clerk to get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote four big words "Wufeng is in trouble" on the white paper, and then asked the clerk to post it outside the inn door.

Pan Ling'er asked curiously: "Brother Hu, I don't recognize Chinese characters. What are you writing?"

Hu Qingpeng briefly explained, and said, "When Feng Jie was an elder, he led the believers of several southwest provinces, and Guizhou was also among them. If there were disciples of the Demon Cult lurking in this way, they must be under the jurisdiction of Feng Jie. When you see these four words, you will understand who I am writing. As for those irrelevant people in the martial arts world, there are only ten who don't know Feng Jie's name, even if you see it, it won't be in trouble."

Pan Ling'er's eyes rolled twice and said worriedly: "If you are seen by your enemies, wouldn't it be very dangerous?"

Hu Qingpeng smiled bitterly and said, "If you are unfortunate enough to say that, you can run away by yourself, don't worry about me! Anyway, I can't live for a few days, so there is no big difference in death."

Pan Ling'er's nose felt sore, and two lines of tears burst out from her eyes. She quickly raised her sleeves and wiped them, and said with a reluctant smile: "You are talking nonsense again! As long as I am by your side, no one can hurt you a hair!"

It was late at night, but the sound of the slap came faintly.

Hu Qingpeng slept until midnight, and suddenly heard a light click outside the window, and the cold wind blew on his face, and he couldn't help but wake up suddenly. A black shadow flashed, and a masked man in black jumped in from the window, with sharp eyes and agile skills. Hu Qingpeng shouted in a low voice: "Who is it?"

The man in black looked at him coldly and whispered, "Did you write these words? What is the purpose?" As he said that, he took out a piece of white paper from his arms and spread it on the table, which was the four words "Wufeng is in trouble."

Hu Qingpeng nodded and said, "This is indeed written by me. My surname is Hu and my name is Qingpeng. I wonder if I have heard of anything from my brother's station?"

The man in black exclaimed and said, "So you are Hu Qingpeng, you are so respectful! The king of the lower surname is Wang, who is a fifth-level disciple of the Divine Cult, and directly obeys Elder Yi. Mr. Hu, did Elder Yi have an accident?" Yi Wufeng is the youngest elder in the Demon Cult, and is the object of admiration for countless Demon Cult disciples. Her relationship with Hu Qingpeng naturally became the hottest topic in the Demon Cult, and everyone knew it. Many Demon Cult masters were even jealous and threatened to kill Hu Qingpeng and take away the beauty from him.

Hu Qingpeng felt very sad, and the sadness that had been suppressed for many days passed through every nerve, tears filled his eyes without realizing it, and he said tremblingly: "Elder Yi was besieged by the masters of Baiyun Sect in Wumeng Mountain the day before yesterday, and then was injured and fell into the river. Now his life and death are unknown. I hope Brother Wang contacted Mr. Chi Yan immediately, report this matter truthfully, and ask him to come to southern Xinjiang to avenge Elder Yi!"

The man in black was shocked when he heard this. The elder's disappearance was a major event that shocked the entire sect, especially Yi Wufeng and Chi Yan had a deep relationship, and Chi Yan was the eldest disciple of the leader of the Demon Sect. This news must not be delayed. He hurriedly said: "This matter is not a small matter and must be treated with caution. So please ask the young master to write a letter and tell the eldest master clearly the whole story. If it is transferred by me, there may be omissions."

Hu Qingpeng agreed deeply, and immediately lit the oil lamp and took the pen with a stroke. The man in black hid the letter he wrote carefully and immediately held his fists and said goodbye, and left like flying. Hu Qingpeng got up and walked to the window, looked at the bright moon in the sky, recalling the scenes of sharing hardships with the clothes and dance phoenix. His emotions were like a tide and tears were flowing...

After getting up the next day, Hu Qingpeng and Pan Ling'er went down to the first floor of the inn to have a meal. After eating for a while, they suddenly saw two young men with long swords walking on the street. They were dressed neatly and looked sad and angry. They were very hurried in their steps. When they ran into the person blocking the road, they pushed them away without any hesitation. The two looked around outside the inn door, frowned. One of the men in green strode in, slapped in the counter and said to the shopkeeper: "Boss, I heard that someone wrote a few big words and posted them outside. Why did they disappear this morning? I wonder what they were writing?"

The shopkeeper was a slicker and said with a sophistication: "Please calm down, uncle! Maybe someone was a slut, and he tore up the words posted in the shop last night! But if you want to know what you are writing, why not ask the master directly? Those words were written by him!" As he said that, he pointed at Hu Qingpeng, pushing the blame completely.

Hu Qingpeng secretly shouted at the moment of hearing this, and whispered to Pan Ling'er: "Ling'er, you must not take action without my instructions later, do you understand?" Pan Ling'er seemed to understand, and nodded vaguely while chewing the delicious pastry.

Only when the footsteps were heard, the man in green walked straight over, looked at Hu Qingpeng and Pan Ling'er, with a look of surprise on his face, obviously feeling strange about the relationship between them. He cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "Little brother, I'm disturbing! Can you tell me what you wrote yesterday?"

Hu Qingpeng made a brain teaser and said in surprise: "Is the hero asking me? Could it be that you were poisoned too?"

The man in green, monk was confused and was stunned. He said angrily, "Are you cursing me?" His face turned blue and he held the hilt of the sword with his back hand.

Hu Qingpeng shook his hands and defended him: "The hero misunderstood. How dare I curse you? Actually, I was poisoned and needed someone to help me, but I didn't recognize any doctor with outstanding medical skills. In desperation, I had to write the four words "Seeking medical treatment for a lot of money" and pasted them outside the door to try my luck. Unexpectedly, after just half a day, I was torn by an unethical person! Alas, was it God's will that ruin me?"

The man in green looked slightly clear. Seeing Hu Qingpeng's skin showing a faint blackness, it was indeed a sign of poisoning. Most of the doubts in his heart disappeared. He glanced at Pan Ling'er and smiled enviously: "Young man is not a bad person! If you want to get the beauty of Miaojiang, you have to pay some price. If you can't stand it, go back to Miao Village honestly and ask her family to detoxify you!" The implication was that they regarded them as elopement couples.

Hu Qingpeng was so amused that he simply agreed and said, "Thank you for your advice, I will be able to grasp the right position."

The man in green laughed and turned around and left. At this moment, another person who was waiting outside the door stretched his head in and shouted impatiently: "Senior Brother Qi, are you clear about the situation?" His eyes turned, and he accidentally caught Hu Qingpeng's slightly side face, his whole body was shocked, and he shouted: "Hey, it's you! Senior Brother Qi is careful, he is Hu Qingpeng!"

"What?!" The man in green turned around, and the sword light flashed, drew his sword and pointed it at Hu Qingpeng, sneering: "The man surnamed Hu, I can find it without any effort to get it! The sword is in the world, and the sword is dead, why don't you carry your sword with you? I was almost deceived by you!" His companions jumped closer and also drew their sword out of the sheath, but their movements were a little nervous, revealing a little fear.

The people in the inn suddenly saw someone pulling their swords for revenge, and they were so scared that they screamed and ran away in scattered.

Hu Qingpeng felt a chill in his heart. He only looked at the other party's sword drawing technique and the style of the long sword. He had guessed that they were disciples of the Diancang Sect. The son of the head of the Diancang Sect was killed in Jingshan. The people present insisted that he was the murderer, and he became an irreconcilable enemy of the Diancang Sect. Now that the enemy meets, there is no way to avoid a fight, but how can he be his opponent? But at this moment, the other party must not see through his own reality. He rolled his eyes and said proudly: "Why should you use a sword to deal with third-rate characters like you? I can defeat you with empty hands!"

The man in green was furious and jumped up. His sword was like a rainbow, slashing straight at the opponent's upper plate. Before the sword was about to fall, he suddenly heard Hu Qingpeng say loudly: "Five inches below the right rib, two-foot acupoint!" The man in green was shocked. What Hu Qingpeng said was the flaw in his sword technique. If he was hit by his opponent, he would immediately end up with a crushing defeat. His sword quickly closed, his waist and abdomen twisted, and changed direction to the ground in the air. The sword appeared like a snake, flashing unsteadily.

Hu Qingpeng just had his true energy dissipated, his swordsmanship was still as good as before, and his opponent's swordsmanship fell in his eyes like a joke. He said calmly: "The left is empty and the right is real, the right is open and the top is dark and the bottom is indeed an extremely powerful move!"

The man in green sweated his forehead and immediately changed his tricks, but no matter how he changed his tricks, his intention to get out of the sword was still broken by Hu Qingpeng in one gulp, and he was bleeding. He felt like he was like a transparent person, with no secrets in front of his opponent, and he could not escape the opponent's sharp eyes in every move, and the embankment of confidence began to collapse. When everyone saw him dancing swords and rushing around, his sword energy was astonished as he did not dare to approach the three feet in front of Hu Qingpeng, he was amazed. Hu Qingpeng faced the sword energy that was crisscrossing around, his face remained unchanged, and he only relied on words to deal with the enemy, showing his true nature.

The sword in the man in blue danced slowly and slowly. He suddenly opened his mouth and spitted out a blood arrow. He staggered back a few steps, leaned on the ground with his sword, and said dejectedly: "I, I am not your opponent!"

Hu Qingpeng said quietly: "Victory and defeat are common in military affairs, so I will take advantage of it!" After that, he looked at another disciple of Dian Cang in a blink of an eye.

The man touched his eyes and immediately shivered and whispered: "I am not your opponent, so we don't have to compete! If you have the affair, just wait. Our Dian Cang Sect will come back to settle the score with you!" He immediately helped his senior brother and fled in panic.

Pan Ling'er sneered: "Boneless coward, the faster you get out!" He turned his face to Hu Qingpeng, smiled and hugged his arm and said, "Brother, you are so majestic just now. You don't need to touch a finger to defeat him!"

Hu Qingpeng looked grim and sighed: "Ling'er, don't be happy too early, the storm is coming!"
Chapter completed!