Chapter 16 Revenge

Leng Qingfeng's cold aura is thicker than before, and he has to begin to restrain, otherwise, not to mention Song Jun, even ordinary people will feel that cold. And an obvious sign is that when you are often put to start the exhibition, someone will soon gather around and put the charity containing sympathy into the lunch box in front of you. But now this kind of charity is getting less and less. Several times, some girls even screamed and left as soon as they saw him. Later, some women, especially women with children, bypassed him early. Xiaoling has reminded him more than once to restrain the exposed cold air, let alone refine his skills in public. Although people can't say it, they can still feel the cold air, so they unconsciously bypass it. It is not known whether Song Jun is staring at himself in a corner at this moment, so he must restrain himself before formal revenge.

But from the cold air revealed by Leng Qingfeng, He Xiaozhuo knew that Leng Qingfeng's skills were really advancing rapidly, which was also surprised. What means did Leng Qingfeng use to make such progress? I can't figure it out. Then practice your skills. You have to see how Leng Qingfeng took action, and judging from the momentum emitted by Leng Qingfeng, revenge is about to begin.

He Xiaozhuo calculated well, and Leng Qingfeng's revenge began.

He chose to retreat at night, which was the gap from the sun and the night. The twilight was vast, and people and birds were tired and returned to their nests. At the weakest moment of the day, the sound of iron bearings rubbing the ground far away and pierced into the diaphragm. The iron gate was opened, and Leng Qingfeng was pulled in with his head. He was the last one to come back today. He calculated the time and revenge to let each of them see clearly how Song Jun fell at his feet in front of all these beggars.

"I just came back. Where's the money?" Song Jun scolded hatefully.

The child pulled the cart and silently took out the begging box and silently put it in front of Song Jun. Song Jun glanced coldly, which was empty.

"Oc's it, have you been drinking the northwest wind for a day?" Song Junqi is in his heart. He was also aware of the coldness that Leng Feng had shown recently, but he didn't expect that Leng Qingfeng had embarked on the road of cultivation. He knew that Leng Qingfeng's hatred for him, so what? Now that he has been disabled by himself, what can he do? If you hate it, just hate it. I should deal with you and still deal with you. You fucking have to make money for me. What else can you do besides hate? If you can't do anything, then let you hate it. In the eyes of others, the more you hate me, the more others will be afraid of me. Kill chickens for monkeys, you are just a chicken. Thinking of this, he calmed down his anger and smiled sinisterly.

"It seems that your boy wants to strike, doesn't he?"

Leng Qingfeng was speechless. In addition to He Xiaozhuo, the elderly beggars all opened their mouths and eyes in surprise, and their hearts began to jump wildly. They were scared by Song Jun**. At this moment, they had no choice but to pray to God.

"Oh, I see. It's your boy's injury, isn't it?"

Silent.

"Then make up the wound again!" Song Jun shouted violently, and the rusty old knife was also slapped on the table fiercely at the same time, and a group of old beggars also shivered.

The old knife was thrown on the ground and fell in front of the young man begging alone.

"Go and renovate his wound." Song Jun ordered coldly.

"Oh...oh..." The teenager hesitated, but dawd not dared to move.

"Go!" Song Jun patted the table.

The young man rubbed in front of Leng Qingfeng, trembling and raised the old knife. Suddenly, a chill came. The young man was thrilled all over, as if he had been frozen by ice. With a trembling, the old knife suddenly slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, while Leng Qingfeng still sat there firmly.

"Useless things, get out of here!" Song Jun scolded hatefully, pointing to the old beggar, "Come on!"

"Oh..." The old beggar trembled again and quickly rolled over and crawled over. He picked up the old knife tremblingly and muttered, "Why are you so hard for you? Hey, can't you be soft? Don't blame me, I'm sorry...ah..." The old beggar's raised eyes were meeting with Leng Qingfeng's eyes. In an instant, two faint green light was erupting from Leng Qingfeng's eyes and burned straight to the old beggar. The old beggar shouted and sat on the ground with the rusty old knife in his hand.

"Waste!" Song Jun cursed and glanced at the woman holding the child at the corners of his mouth, "Go!" The woman glanced at Leng Qingfeng and immediately lowered her head and hugged the child tightly. At this time, the child also cried for some unknown reason. Go away!" Song Jun became more and more angry and glanced at the crowd. The little girl and the teenager pulling the cart had already curled up in the corner of the wall with pale faces. Only He Xiaozhuo and the fool were still sitting there calmly.

"Xiaozhuo, it's your turn." Song Jun calmed down again and said calmly to He Xiaozhuo. At the same time, he stared at He Xiaozhuo with death-like eyes.

"I won't do it." He Xiaozhuo answered calmly.

Bang! Song Jun finally patted the table.

"Ok, it seems that there has been no attack of poison recently, and addiction has been committed, hasn't it? Then wait for me to clean up the boy first, and then enjoy the addiction together!"

With a crack, Song Jun put the horrible skull on the table again.

Then he grinned, walked to Leng Qingfeng, bent down to pick up the old knife on the ground. It seemed that he was the only one who could do it himself.

Before his hand touched the knife, he picked up the knife faster with one hand. As soon as he was surprised, the hand turned his wrist, and the old knife stabbed straight at him. It's not good! Shocked. It's still a step late. As soon as the lower abdomen hurts, the blood has flowed out, and the old knife is sticking into its lower abdomen.

Leng Qingfeng slowly stood up and rubbed his right wrist with his left hand. Just now, it was the right hand that picked up the old knife before Song Jun and quickly inserted it into Song Jun's lower abdomen.

"You!" Not only Song Jun, everyone was stunned by this scene. How did Leng Qingfeng stab Song Jun, and how did his hands and feet suddenly get better? Except for He Xiaozhuo, no one would have thought that Leng Qingfeng would have such a thunderous blow.

"What a bird? I have been waiting for this day for a long time. Leng Qingfeng stared proudly at Song Jun. Now he is the cat, and Song Jun is a mouse that has just been bitten by himself. The game of cats and mice has begun.

"How are your hands and feet good?" Song Jun still covered his bleeding lower abdomen.

"You know it's dead. If you don't know, it's also dead. Why do you have to ask?" Leng Qingfeng replied coldly.

"You have to let me understand."

"It's not necessary. You'd better go to see me and ask again." Leng Qingfeng walked leisurely in the room, as if he deliberately showed his normal steps in everyone's surprised eyes, and slowly approached the skull. At this moment, he began to be interested in the skull.

"Then you'd better go to see the king of the night first!" Song Jun read "Wang!", and the skull on the table instantly enlarged, opened the huge hole, and swallowed it to Leng Qingfeng. I didn't think that Leng Qingfeng had been prepared for a long time. He waved his right fist, and a green light wrapped his fist and rushed to the skull head. There was a click, and the skull immediately smashed to pieces and ashes disappeared. Except for He Xiaozhuo, everyone was shocked because the poisonous connection was cut off.

Song Jun sat on the ground with a mouthful of blood spewing out. The shock just now was hitting his chest. The skull was refined by his own blood. Its destruction was tantamount to one of his arms being cut off.

"You, how can you..." He wanted to say that the skull was a spiritual object refined by magic. How could Leng Qingfeng extinguish it with his physical fist, but another phlegm surged up and choked his words back, but in an instant he understood that Leng Qingfeng must have practiced strange methods, so. Alas, he was still careless.

"You are cruel..." Song Jun said with difficulty and spewed out another mouthful of blood.

Leng Qingfeng looked up at Taixu. In the face of the distant Sirius constellation, he looked up and roared. After suppressing the block for many years, he finally spewed out. Revenge and revenge can finally revenge today.

But at this moment, Song Jun tried his best. With a mouth, a green silkworm-sized bug was covered with dark purple and dark purple light, hitting the back of Leng Qingfeng's head like lightning.

"Be careful!" He Xiaozhuo and Xiaoling shouted out in unison and could not bear to think about it. He Xiaozhuo raised his hand and pointed, and a white light came out from his fingers. It was stabbing the dark purple worm, and a cloud of smoke rose and burned the purple insect into ashes.

"Three Emperors Sword!" Xiaoling exclaimed again. He Xiaozhuo hit the unique skill of Yuzhenmen - the Sword of the Three Emperors!

It is said that Yuzhenmen was in ancient times. In ancient times, the three times once unified the flood and famine, so that the demon world did not dare to easily invade the world and became the peace of the third world. It is because its unique cultivation method has reached the supreme realm of at will. General practitioners who practice to a certain extent will cultivate certain spiritual objects as a protective body and expedition. Magic weapon, but the three immortals of Yuzhenmen have reached the state of mind at will. They can be used as magic weapons by pointing at will. Finally, they can transform their own cultivation into shapes at will and conquer and kill them. Therefore, it is said that this means is the sword of the three emperors. The little spirit recognized it because of its fate with ancient practitioners. He Xiaozhuo also cultivated the sword of the three emperors under the guidance of the mysterious voice, but his fire is still shallow.

It was the "bug king" that the Song army had been secretly practicing that was killed by He Xiaozhuo's sword. However, his worm king was not the worm king caught naturally, but he raised the worm directly in his body and raised it with his own blood to play the effect of general manipulation. Song Jun, which He Xiaozhuo saw that day saw The exchange of essence with the skull is actually the work of this worm king, not by the internal force of the Song army, so it can last for such a long time. But He Xiaozhuo's worry is also reasonable. The insect king has been raised for a long time. It jumps out to bite anyone. A large amount of poison in its body is enough to be fatal. Moreover, a naked insect without wings attacks in a dark purple straight line, which is creepy.

"Go to hell!" Leng Qingfeng didn't expect Song Jun's sneak attack, and he couldn't help but be furious. As soon as the light of Sirius appeared, he immediately started to operate. But He Xiaozhuo took a step ahead, and a gentle and strong force stood in front of Leng Qingfeng.

"What are you going to do?" Leng Qingfeng's eyes were blood red, and the brake was horrible. The blue light of Sirius flashed in the palm of his hand.