A horse, a man, on the straight official road, there are dark and tall trees on both sides. Occasionally, a few birds' songs are heard, and the sun shines through the lush leaves on Feng Yun's face, showing a hazy feeling.

In the inn, when Li Zhiqun and the boss’s wife explained the matter clearly, the system prompt also came.

"Finding out the inn murderer, completing the mission, and rewarding potential of 20,000 points."

Only 20,000 points of potential is a drop in the bucket for him at the first-class level, and the rest of the previous ones does not bring his strength to the next level.

After receiving the reward, Feng Yun no longer had the intention to stay in the inn and rode his horse to quickly embark on the road to Xuzhou. Perhaps he had run out of luck before coming to Qishan County. In the following days, he spent a little while sleeping in the wild. Fortunately, the salt of Liao Crooked did not fade out of his mouth.

"Have!" Feng Yun walked leisurely on the official road covered with green trees. He rarely encountered such a scenery in Ning'an Mansion. He breathed the fresh air and his mood seemed to be much better.

There is a turn in front. After passing the turn, people feel a sudden enlightenment. The dense woods on both sides retreated into the back to a huge open space. The sudden sunlight shone down, making the eyes a little uncomfortable. Looking around, the mountains in the distance appeared in the clouds and mist, like a fairyland, and the sky was blue like a mirror.

What made Feng Yun even more happy was that a piece of torn linen was floating in the wind in front of him, with a few words "inn" written on it. Finally, there was a place to rest, and by the way it could satisfy the taste. Although there were pheasants and hares in the woods, they still felt that they were missing without seasoning.

The inn is made of thatch. In front of the house, a straw shed was built with thatch. There were several tables under it. In the hot summer, sitting under the thatch shed outside the house, the breeze was blowing, and it was very satisfying.

There were two tables of guests under the thatched hut, one table with three people, one table with two people. A man about thirty years old should be the inn's house holding a plate of food and putting it on the table with a table of guests.

With a place to rest, Feng Yun was very happy and drove his horse to the outside of the inn, tied the black horse to a pillar outside the door, and walked under the straw shed with a knife.

"Brother...Brother..."

A tender voice came from behind him. Feng Yun stopped and turned around and saw a little boy about seven or eight years old, dressed in a worn but very clean dressed, running towards him with a kite in his hand.

"Is there anything wrong?" Feng Yun left Ning'an Mansion for the first time, so he naturally didn't know the little boy.

"Mom said to you!" The little boy's voice was very sweet. He ran to Feng Yun, holding a paper kite in his right hand, and spreading his left hand with a walnut.

The little boy spread his hands and looked behind him. Following the little boy's gaze, Feng Yun saw a woman in a blue cloth dress leaning against a pillar and looking at her in the distance.

Well? This woman is so familiar!

Feng Yun felt that the woman felt familiar, but she could not remember it anymore. She thought in her mind and suddenly felt like she was stabbed by a needle.

"Not good!" Feng Yun shouted inwardly. Before he could draw his sword, he pointed out indecisively. A blood hole the size of a finger on the forehead of the little boy in front of him was added, and Feng Yun's figure retreated about one foot in an instant, hid on his side, and took up his iron cloth shirt, and a silver needle the size of a woman used to take shoes in his hand.

Looking at this time, there was a sleeve arrow in the little boy's left sleeve holding walnut.

The little boy stared with his eyes wide open, looking as if he was dying with his eyes open, and his right hand was still holding the kite tightly, and slowly turning as the wind blew.

It's her!

Feng Yun suddenly remembered who the woman in a blue cloth dress was.

More than 20 days ago, in the inn in Qishan County that he still remembers freshly, there were three groups of people, one was the fake Six-door Constable Li Zhiqun, the other was Zhang Xia, the elder of the Beggars' Sect Bag, and the other was the couple. At that time, the woman showed excellent light skills when she killed one of the rude guards under Sun Xiangde's nose, which surprised Feng Yun for a long time.

I have no grudges with her, nor have I provoked her. I didn't even say a word at the beginning, why did that woman harm him?

"kill!"

An empty female voice sounded in the air, and three men in black holding long swords rushed out of the thatched roof on the left. At the same time, three men in black holding long swords emerged from the front, back and right directions, and a total of twelve people surrounded Feng Yun.

The twelve men rushed out and raised their long swords to rush to Fengyun together, as if the blue sky was shrouded in black clouds, and the sky became much darker.

Feng Yun had never provoked anyone, but if someone wanted his life, he would never be polite. He pulled out the leaf blade knife in his hand, and the shining sword light turned out to a white light.

"kill!"

Twelve men in black rushed towards Feng Yun in one go, and the twelve long swords attacked Feng Yun's vital points without distinction.

"die!"

Feng Yun squeezed out a few words between his teeth. Now he is no longer the little person who has just entered Ning'an Mansion. He is a famous and famous person in the world.

The sword light flashed, and the three people in front of Feng Yun broke from the middle. Before the three of them could react from the shock, they gently slashed through the three people's neck faster than before. The red blood circled along the three people's neck for half a circle, and the three people's pupils dissipated and left the world forever.

He killed the three people in front of him with one sword. The nine long swords on the left and right back were only about half an inch away from Feng Yun's skin. Perhaps nine more blood holes would appear in Feng Yun's body in one breath, but when the nine people saw him, Feng Yun's figure disappeared without a trace.

The three people on the left quickly turned around and waved the knife, but it was too late. They only felt a pain in their waists, and the three people's bodies were broken into two pieces.

He killed six people with one breath and one breath. Feng Yun's cruelty made the remaining six people frightened, and surrounded Feng Yun with a long sword in his hand and dared not take action.

They did not move, but it did not mean that Feng Yun did not move. He used his magical actions to change. He tapped his feet gently and his body was like a flying swallow. In an instant, he stabbed a long sword into the throat of a man in front of him. He took the man with one knife and flew away. Before the other man could retreat, the long sword was inserted into his chest, and blood dripped along the blade of the leaf blade to the ground.

The twelve people did not put any pressure on Feng Yun, and eight people lost their lives in an instant. The remaining four people were just chopping board meat. They caught up with the four people and flipped over with their swords. The four people turned into four dead bodies in a moment.

"Bang!"

As soon as he slashed the last man to the ground, the corpse flipped out of thin air and smashed towards Feng Yun.
Chapter completed!