"The last message sent by my third brother shows that he is with you. Don't skip the toast, but drink as a penalty! Tell me honestly, where did you hide my third brother's body?"

In front of Wang Zhong was a burly middle-aged man. This man was Hong Botong's eldest brother, Hong Bowei, the elder of the Cangyun Sect of the ancient martial arts sect. He had acquired the eighth level of cultivation and was known as "Hong Ye" by people in the world.

After Hong Bowei learned that his third brother Hong Botong was missing, he immediately investigated his whereabouts. Finally, he found Wang Zhong and found that Hong Botong was with Wang Zhong before he disappeared.

As a result, Hong Bowei came to the capital in anger. However, when faced with Hong Bowei's questioning, Wang Zhong refused to admit that Hong Botong's disappearance had something to do with him. Because he knew that if he told the truth, he would be punished.

He knew that he had left Hong Botong behind and ran away alone, and that he would not end well.

"Master Hong! This really has nothing to do with me..."

Wang Zhongcai's acquired fourth-level cultivation was powerless to resist Hong Bowei's hands. He stepped on his feet and felt that his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs were all in a ball. He vomited a mouthful of blood and had no choice but to

Yiyi shouted: "Master Hong! Stop fighting! I said...I said..."

"Huh! If you had done this earlier, you wouldn't have suffered."

With a cold snort, Hong Bowei took his feet away and grabbed Wang Zhong, who was on the ground without any resistance.

"Master Hong! I really didn't kill Hong Botong. He...he died in the hands of a mysterious master. I...I couldn't afford to provoke him, so I had to run away alone. However, later I killed Hong Botong.

The body was brought back and finally transported to the basement of my villa..."

There was no other way, not only death, but also a glimmer of hope. So in the end, Wang Zhong had no choice but to tell part of the truth.

"Mysterious master? Where is the body of my third brother? Take me there quickly... No matter who it is, kill my third brother Hong Bowei! I will let him know what blood debt means blood repayment!"

Hong Bo was furious and immediately ordered Wang Zhong to take him to see the corpse. Wang Zhong, who was limping, had no choice but to take him to the ice cellar in the basement. When the wooden coffin was drained of blood and water, it looked like a mummy.

When Hong Botong was shown in front of Hong Bowei, Hong Bowei, who was still arrogant just now, was also shocked.

"This...what is going on? How could my third brother die so miserably?"

Taking a breath of cold air, even Hong Bowei, the murderous elder of the Cangyun Sect, was frightened for a while when he saw this mummy-like corpse.

"Master Hong! Look, I'm not lying to you! We really can't afford to offend this mysterious master. He is most likely a disciple of one of those inherited sects. Moreover, I suspect that he is using the legendary star-absorbing technique, otherwise

There is no way to suck Hong Botong into a mummy at once!"

Recalling the horrific scene that day, Wang Zhong still vividly remembers it, and he was terrified and frightened!

"Star-absorbing magic? Those inherited sects have rarely sent disciples down the mountain in recent years. Where did you meet? What is the strength of the other party?"

After the shock, when he heard Wang Zhong talking about the Star Absorbing Technique, Hong Bowei's eyes immediately lit up again and he said, "Explain to me carefully what happened to you!"

"Master Hong! When we were in Zhi'an City, Hong Botong and I really just went on an ordinary mission, but who would have thought that we would meet such a mysterious master! He looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he didn't seem to have anything on his body.

A warrior's aura, but he burst out with such a powerful mysterious technique. However, based on my judgment when we started fighting,

He definitely hasn't entered the late stage of acquired life. If it hadn't been for this mysterious skill that day, Hong Botong and I would have killed him together... Later I found out that he was just one of the students in Zhi'an No. 1 Middle School.

The senior high school student is called Lin Feng! However, I didn’t dare to provoke him anymore, so I immediately flew back to the capital..." Wang Zhong answered truthfully.

"Who else have you told these things?" Hong Bowei asked with evil intentions, the corner of his mouth curling up slightly.

"No! It hasn't been a week since we returned to the capital. Mr. Hong, I really haven't said anything about this to anyone... Please, let me go? Every wrong has its owner, and it was Lin Feng who killed Hong Botong.

It has nothing to do with me?" Wang Zhong quickly begged.

"Hmm! It seems like it has nothing to do with you..."

After Hong Bo knew the information he needed, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and suddenly and without warning, he struck Wang Zhong on the head with a powerful palm.

puff!

Before he could react at all, Wang Zhong's head was smashed to pieces like a watermelon by Hong Bowei's palm, and the brain inside flowed all over the floor. It looked very scary.

"However, I don't want anyone else to know about this matter. Of course, the dead can be excluded! It is really a waste for the mysterious skills of the inherited sect to fall into the hands of a little kid who has not yet entered the later stages of his acquired life!

Lin Feng, right? If you dare to kill my third brother, Hong Bowei, I will destroy your whole family..."

After slapping Wang Zhong to death, Hong Bowei quickly left the villa. In the dark and cold ice cellar, only the dead Wang Zhong was still staring with unwilling eyes and his mouth wide open.

But the brain matter still flows out...

On the same night, in a secret military region garrison in the mountainous area of ​​Fujian Province, Xiao Ting, the head of the Xiao family and the commander of the Fujian Province Military Region, was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Shu Gangqing was specially sent by Xiao Ting to Lin Feng's house to find out the details, but the news that came back at night shocked Xiao Ting. According to Shu Gangqing's judgment, Lin Feng is most likely an innate-level master of ancient martial arts.

, this is tantamount to a bombshell for Xiao Ting.

"Innate master! I don't know how many years have passed since Lin Feng appeared. Lin Feng is just as big as Nishang. Is it really possible that he is an innate master? My father's life and death are at a critical juncture. Can our Xiao family start from this?

Surviving from a big crisis depends on whether my father can reach the innate realm! But if an innate master can marry into our Xiao family, even if my father fails in his attack on the innate realm, will those families still dare to attack my Xiao family?

"

After turning over, Xiao Ting still couldn't fall asleep, so he sat up and lit a cigarette, exhaled the smoke, sighed, and said with emotion, "I let Nishang continue to stay in Zhi'an No. 1 Middle School. Is it right or wrong?

Woolen cloth?"

However, for Lin Feng, who had sneaked back to his home at this time, although he knew that his father's old leader Shu Gangqing was ordered to find out his details today, he never expected that he would be the father of the crazy girl Xiao Nichang.
Chapter completed!