Not long after, Chen Feng walked out of the gate of the "Xiaohua Pavilion" with Han Yudan in his arms. Everyone knew what happened to the No. 308 box just now, but no one dared to come forward to stop him along the way.

There is no way. At this time, Chen Feng was as terrifying as a god of killing. His eyes were terrifying!

"stop."

But, at this moment, a small voice suddenly rang behind Chen Feng.

"hiss--"

For some reason, Chen Feng actually felt a gust of cold wind coming towards him, and his pores seemed to be open, which was particularly unhappy.

Practitioner!

Not far behind him, there was an old man with a slim figure standing at this time. The old man looked seventy years old, holding a dragon-headed iron crutch in his hand, his old face was covered with gullies and was staring at Chen Feng with a smile.

"Who are you?"

Chen Feng frowned and subconsciously hugged Han Yudan in his arms tightly.

"Haha, don't worry about this girl. I'm here for you." The old man's eyes flashed with a flash, and he had obviously guessed Chen Feng's thoughts. He laughed: "Young Master Chen Feng, my son is invited, let me go with me."

"Your son? Heh, I don't know you, I won't go!"

Chen Feng sneered and looked at the old man up and down for a while. He was sure that this man had cultivation and his cultivation was not low, and at least he was at the peak of bodybuilding.

Could it be that there are also practitioners on this earth? Why have you never heard of it before?

"That's not your choice!"

Without waiting for Chen Feng to take a step, the old man flashed and appeared in front of Chen Feng in the blink of an eye. He thrust the dragon head in his hand heavily on the ground, which happened to block Chen Feng's way.

"Um?"

"Master Chen, where can you run away with this woman? Don't force me to do it." The old man still looked at Chen Feng with that playful expression, as if he had already eaten him.

“…”

Hearing this, Chen Feng was stunned and subconsciously looked at Han Yudan who had not yet woken up in his arms.

This old man is right. If Han Yudan had not been there, he might have been able to fight with him, but at the moment, it is impossible!

Thinking of this, Chen Feng bit her teeth twice, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "I can go with you, but I want to send her home first."

"Haha, Mr. Chen, this is not possible. If my young master is anxious, he will punish me." But the old man disagreed at all and waved his hand. Soon, two black-clothed bodyguards came from a distance, standing respectfully aside.

"What do you mean!"

Seeing this scene, Chen Feng was immediately furious.

"Haha, Mr. Chen, don't worry, my son wants you. As for this woman, she will not have any trouble. I can guarantee my life."

Chen Feng:...

Now that things have come to this point, Chen Feng has no choice but to do anything. If he really fights with this old guy, he will still be distracted to take care of Han Yudan's safety and is no match for him at all.

"You'd better remember your words, otherwise I will definitely make you die ugly!" Chen Feng warned.

"Don't worry, though."

He signaled his two subordinates to send Han Yudan home. Then the old man bent over and bowed to Chen Feng to a van not far away.

Yancheng City, abandoned factory in the western suburbs—

The van finally stopped in front of the abandoned factory. The old man stepped forward, came to one of the warehouses, and tapped it twice.

"Come in."

Soon, behind the iron gate, a middle-aged man's voice came: "Have you brought it?"

Boom-

As the iron door opened, Chen Feng finally saw the situation clearly.

There were three people in the warehouse, and the one who had just spoken was the one sitting on the middle Taishi chair. Next to him, there was a beautiful girl who looked no more than 18 years old, pounding the man's legs and massaged the man.

"Young Master, the man has brought it."

The old man took the lead, bowed and greeted the man sitting on the chair, with a very humble and respectful expression.

"very good."

Qiu Meng nodded, and even smiled arises at the corner of his mouth. He looked at Chen Feng who was standing at the door with a lot of fun, and sneered: "Chen Feng, you didn't expect that one day your life would be so valuable, right?"

"Who are you?" Chen Feng frowned, not knowing this young man in his impression.

"Haha, you don't need to know who I am, but if you give your head to Brother Zi'ang, he will definitely be very happy!" Qiu Meng sneered and strode towards Chen Feng, with the murderous intent in his eyes becoming more and more intense.

It was not until this moment that Chen Feng finally realized that something was wrong.

On this guy, he actually felt the fluctuations of spiritual energy!

What's going on?!

Another monk!

"It's Chen Zi'ang?" Seeing that the man was approaching, Chen Feng did not dare to neglect, and immediately mobilized the tiny spiritual energy remaining in the meridians, and kicked it step by step before the other party took action.

Bang--

Chen Feng's kick was extremely powerful, and with the combination of spiritual energy, it was conceivable that Qiu Meng was unprepared and flew backwards in an instant, his face changed wildly.

In the news he received, Chen Feng was just a waste without any power. With the strength of his ancient martial artist, it was as simple as killing a bed bug.

Therefore, Qiu Meng was not prepared at all just now and had already suffered a great loss.

"Wow!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, Qiu Meng's eyes twitched twice, and he stared at Chen Feng incredibly: "You are actually an ancient martial artist?"

"Ancient Martial Artist?"

Chen Feng frowned: "So you call this ancient martial artist, haha."

While speaking, Chen Feng took a deep breath and his expression gradually became solemn. Although he had just taken advantage of the sneak attack, this person's strength was definitely not weak, and he was even more vaguely better than himself at this moment.

To deal with such a powerful enemy, you have to take advantage of his illness and kill him!

Thinking of this, before the other party got up, Chen Feng exerted force under his feet, and a figure flashed and instantly appeared in front of the man, with the dagger in his hand piercing his throat!

You must never give this guy a chance to breathe and turn over!

"Get out!"

Unexpectedly, as an ancient martial artist who had been practicing for many years, Qiu Meng was still shocking even if he was injured. When Chen Feng took action, he slapped the ground with one hand, and the whole man rose up in a row, and his other hand clenched his fists and rushed towards Chen Feng's chest.

Puff!

The dagger pierced the man's shoulder blade. Chen Feng turned hard and overturned the other party's large piece of flesh, but he himself was punched by Qiu Meng.

"puff--!"

He staggered and retreated more than ten meters away. Chen Feng leaned against the wall, coughing up blood in big mouths, and his face looked extremely ugly.

On the other hand, Qiu Meng was also uncomfortable, his entire left arm was almost completely wiped out and he was bleeding profusely.

"Damn it, I want you to die without a burial place!"

Qiu Meng's eyes were red, and he endured the severe pain and stood up and walked towards Chen Feng, but with his movements, the wound was implicated, and another large cluster of blood mist exploded.

"Ahem! Kill me? You're a little tender!"

Chen Feng sneered, covered his chest with one hand, and looked at the other party with contempt: "If you take another step, I will guarantee that your qi and blood will reverse, and your spiritual energy will explode and die."

As early as when he started, Chen Feng poured all the remaining spiritual energy onto the tip of the knife. Although the knife just now failed to kill this guy, he had already forced the spiritual energy into the other party's body.

Two incompatible spiritual energy coexist and become one. If it cannot be practiced and resolved in time, it may explode and die at any time!

"you!"

Qiu Meng finally noticed this, his face looked very ugly, but he never dared to move anymore. He could only stare at Chen Feng fiercely, trying to kill him with his eyes.

"hehe."

After dusting the dust on his sleeves, Chen Feng sneered: "Uncle Second has really invested a lot in order to kill me. He even invited ancient warriors. Unfortunately, he has made great calculations, but he has not calculated that your strength is not as good as mine!"

Qiu Meng stopped saying a word and focused on dealing with the spiritual energy left to him by Chen Feng in his body, and his legs trembled slightly.

Although these spiritual energy are very small, they are as difficult as maggots in the tarsal bones. With his current strength, it will take at least three hours to resolve.

And during this period, he was the fish that could be slaughtered!

what to do?

A trace of cold sweat dripped along Qiu Meng's forehead.

"Since you want to kill me so much, okay, then I will give you a chance. Three days later, Dongmenshan, you and me will fight to the death, and life and death are fate!"

But what is unexpected is that at this time, Chen Feng not only did not take the opportunity to kill, but instead made a request to fight to the decisive battle: "How about it? In this way, you can have an explanation after you go back."

"Okay!" Qiu Meng nodded, and his back teeth were chewing, and he could only watch Chen Feng leave the warehouse.

"call--"

It was not until he walked out a long way that Chen Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief, sweating from his forehead, and he felt scared.
To be continued...