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Duan Qisheng sighed, "There used to be many people who had the same idea as you, until... five of the Seven Heroes of Wudang died silently, leaving only Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou."

Chu Feng couldn't help but frown slightly.

The Seven Heroes of Wudang, Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Yu Daiyan, Zhang Songxi, Zhang Cuishan, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu are all disciples of Zhang Sanfeng, the leader of the Wudang Sect.

The Seven Heroes of Wudang possess impeccable qualifications and high prestige in the world.

Among them, Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou have the highest martial arts skills. Their combined formation is Zhenwu Seven Intersection Formation, which has the power to intimidate the heroes.

Unexpectedly, five of these seven people died.

"How did they die?" Chu Feng asked.

"They just investigated and searched for Ghost Villa, and then died inexplicably. The most shocking thing is that they all died under their most proud sword moves. Do you know what this means?"

Duan Qisheng stared at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng's heart moved and he said, "Xiangyang Chu Feng?"

Duan Qisheng nodded, "To repay the other person with his own way, it was originally Gusu Murong's martial arts, but since Murong Fu's death, Chu Feng is the only one who can use the opponent's martial arts to kill people."

Chu Feng raised his eyebrows, "So, Ghost Villa was actually established by Chu Feng? What is his purpose?"

Duan Qisheng's eyes were gloomy, "Chu Feng is a person with far-sightedness and far-sightedness, far beyond anyone's imagination. Since he has established such a secret organization, he must have big plans. That's why I was sent to explore their secrets. You should also be because of this." That’s why I was sent here by Shaolin.”

Chu Feng didn't speak, but looked ahead.

His eyes were not on Duan Qisheng, but behind him.

Because suddenly there was a person there, a man wearing a gray robe and a bamboo hat.

Chu Feng saw this person, but Duan Qisheng didn't even feel anything.

This person is like a tangible but textureless ghost.

A strange-shaped bamboo hat covered his face, making it impossible to see his face.

Duan Qisheng seemed to feel that something was wrong.

He turned around suddenly.

No one behind.

Not even a shadow.

This person stuck behind him like a shadow and waved his hand to Chu Feng.

Duan Qisheng suddenly laughed, you seemed to know nothing.

Chu Feng shrugged.

Duan Qisheng said coldly: In fact, what I just said were lies. I only did this to trick you into telling your secrets. I would rather kill a hundred wrong people than allow one spy to exist.

He said as he drew his sword again.

Chu Feng sighed.

"I think it's better for you not to kill anyone. It would be quicker to commit suicide."

Duan Qisheng suddenly laughed, "Yes, suicide is indeed faster (Zhao's)."

He actually said he would die, he died so quickly.

The blade of the sword turned, blood splashed, and other people fell down.

The determination is astonishing.

He must not leave his mouth alive and let others ask him for a confession.

If you want to spy on other people's secrets, you must first be prepared to sacrifice at any time.

Chu Feng looked at the corpse on the ground and smacked his lips.

“I didn’t expect that he was really not afraid of death at all.

The person wearing the bamboo hat said: People who are afraid of death cannot do such a thing at all, and people who are too smart cannot do it.

Chu Feng nodded in agreement and asked: Who are you?

"I am the owner of Ghost Villa. My name is not Chu Feng, my name is Lao Dao."

Chapter 229 Many delicate nieces

Chu Feng curled his lips and said, "Old Knife Handle seems to be just a code name, not a name."

Lao Daobaozi asked: "You want to know my name?"

Chu Feng shook his head, "I just want to avoid disaster. I'm not interested in your name."

The old sword holder stared at Chu Feng through the gap in the bamboo hat, and slowly placed his hand on the sword hilt.

He seemed to want to take action.

Chu Feng said: "I advise you not to take action against me."

"Are you sure you can beat me?" Lao Daobaozi asked.

Chu Feng shook his head, "I have a talent. I can see the origin of your martial arts in ten moves."

He smiled and continued: I think you don’t want people to know your origins.

The old knife handle closed his mouth, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged like poisonous snakes.

However, he did not dare to take action after all.

He was not sure that he could defeat the indestructible power of Vajra within ten moves.

Lao Daobaozi was silent for a while and then said: "I don't care who you are or where you come from. 700 I just want you to do one thing for me."

"What's the matter?" Chu Feng asked.

"Help me capture Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang Clan."

"Catch Zhang Sanfeng? Do you think so highly of me?"

The old knife handler said: "You don't need to hold him for long, I just need you to restrain him for ten seconds. I believe that with your indestructible power, you can definitely do it."

Chu Feng looked at the old knife handle with inexplicable emotions.

He asked calmly: "I can indeed do it, but why should I do it?"

The old knifeman slowly said three words: "Situ Jing."

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

Lao Daobaozi said: "I am her father."

Chu Feng suddenly understood something.

This person may have known his identity for a long time.

From the beginning, this was an inning.

A game that lured him here.

But this game is not to deal with Chu Feng, but to deal with Zhang Sanfeng.

First send Situ Jing to make her sacrifice without knowing it, and then use the female yinji to point out the mastermind behind the scenes.

The target of this game is not necessarily Chu Feng, but anyone who can deal with Zhang Sanfeng and who has a reason to deal with Zhang Sanfeng.

There are many reasons, such as money, reputation, martial arts secrets, or people like Chu Feng who want to dominate the Central Plains.

But if you just control Zhang Sanfeng for ten seconds, what can you do?

Chu Feng couldn't figure it out either.

But he didn't need to think too much.

Zhang Sanfeng was, after all, an obstacle to his unification of the Central Plains.

As long as there is an obstacle, it must be overcome.

This is a good time to crack.

Moreover, Chu Feng also wanted to see who was behind the plot of Wudang Mountain.

In the early morning, Chu Feng left Ghost Villa.

He left in a grand manner.

Riding in a luxurious carriage.

Dozens of servants followed behind.

It's like he is a rich member of the Communist Party of China.

By the way, there are four (chbf) little girls in the sedan, wearing four-color light shirts, innocent and cute.

"Uncle, let me rub your shoulders."

"Uncle, let me knock your legs for you."

"Uncle, let me massage your head."

"Uncle, let me play a little tune for you."

Chu Feng arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain under their service.

There is a small town at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

There is an alley paved with bluestone slabs in the town.

The red apricot trees in the high walls on both sides were in full bloom, and the spring scenery inside the walls was so intense that it was difficult to close the door.

The third red door on the right was originally open, with several pink palace lanterns hanging on the lintel.

As soon as the carriage entered, a little girl in the carriage opened the curtain and shouted loudly.

Everyone, come out quickly, our uncle is here. "

Before her screams stopped, seventeen or eight girls crowded out of the yard.

The girls are all young, only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Each one is as light and beautiful as a swallow.

They kept chirping like sparrows.

Who among young girls doesn’t like their uncle?

They all crowded around Chu Feng, some held hands, and some held the corners of their clothes.

Everyone is calling uncle.

Chu Feng couldn't help but curl up his lips. Are they all my nieces?

The maids in green clothes nodded along with them. Do you like them?

Chu Feng couldn't lie, he could only admit, like, and like everyone.

The maid smiled, I knew you would like them.

She turned to warn the girls.

But you all have to be careful. Our uncle is good at everything, but he is a little bit dishonest. When he holds you, he makes you breathless.

The girls smiled more coquettishly and quarreled more loudly.

Have you been hugged by him?

Uncle is unfair. He hugged her, why didn't he hug me?

I also want my uncle to hold me.

I also want.

Chapter 2: The light is dark, please take action

A few days later, before dawn, the mountains behind Wudang were dark. After passing halfway up the mountain, there was already a chill in the wind.

In the quiet night sky above the mountain, wisps of white smoke rise from below. I don’t know if it’s clouds or fog.

Looking from a distance, one can vaguely see the majestic and majestic shadow of the ancient Taoist temple.