: Fierce Battle in Piaomiao Valley

The blind old woman's hand secretly reached into her arms. She shook her hand and a slender silver chain was shaken straight.

The silver chain was like a sword, piercing Zhao Xiaofeng's throat.

Zhao Xiaofeng's Blood Flame Divine Sword has taken action.

The first move of the Blood Flame Divine Sword: Blood Flames soar into the air! A circle of blood-red flames, centered on Zhao Xiaofeng, instantly spread to the surroundings. The air around suddenly became hot.

In the blood-red flame, the silver chain in the blind old woman's hand was broken.

The blind old woman suddenly turned into a bald-browed old monk!

If it were someone else, he would have been shocked, but Zhao Xiaofeng looked at the dramatic change with a calm expression, as if all of this was in his expectation.

The old monk Bald-browed monk's pale face turned red in an instant, not sure whether it was because of shyness or being roasted by flames.

Zhao Xiaofeng knew that the blind old woman wore a fake face, but he didn't expect that this man was actually a monk!

The monk covered his face with his cuffs and his whole body shrank into a ball.

Zhao Xiaofeng returned the Blood Flame Divine Sword to sheath. The blood-red flames around him disappeared instantly.

The monk looked at Zhao Xiaofeng in surprise: "I didn't expect that the little donor had such great skills at such a young age. I'll learn it." He wiped his sweat while talking.

Zhao Xiaofeng looked at the monk coldly, and after a while, he asked, "Who are you?"

The monk clasped his hands together: "Mencius will not lie, I am a wise immortal!"

Zhao Xiaofeng was shocked: "Are you the legendary monk Zhixian?"

Monk Zhixian clasped his hands together: "That's right!"

There is a legend here: It is said that the master of the Piaomiao Valley is a demon who kills people without blinking an eye. He changes a lot and never shows his true face. But he will show his true body when he kills people. It is said that for thousands of years, only one monk has escaped under the master of the Piaomiao Valley. This monk is also the only one who has seen the true face of the Piaomiao Valley. This monk is the best guide if he wants to go to Piaomiao Valley! Unfortunately, for thousands of years, no one has ever heard of this monk, and only knows that his Dharma name is Zhixian.

Zhao Xiaofeng knew this legend, but he didn't believe that the old monk bald-browed in front of him was the legendary Zhixian.

Monk Zhixian smiled bitterly: "I know the little donor doesn't believe it!"

Zhao Xiaofeng really doesn’t believe it!

Monk Zhixian turned around and returned to the small thatched hut, and took out a pitch-black wooden barrel from the shed. The small wooden barrel contained half a bucket of clean water.

Monk Zhixian held the clear water in his hand and gently applied it to the faces of Chou Dalang and his group.

After a moment, Chou Dalang and his four men woke up.

Monk Zhixian held the big silver in both hands and respectfully presented it to Chou Dalang.

Chou Dalang looked at his silver ingot, then looked at Monk Zhixian. After a while, he asked, "Are you the old woman who sold wine just now?"

Monk Zhixian's pale face turned red again. He bent down and his whole body became half short in an instant: "I am obsessed with money and let the donors deal with it."

Chou Dalang glanced at Monk Zhixian, and his eyes stared at Zhao Xiaofeng.

Zhao Xiaofeng felt a little embarrassed to be seen.

Chou Dalang suddenly asked, "You saved us?"

Zhao Xiaofeng smiled and said nothing.

Monk Zhixian whispered: "This little donor ruined my fake face and made me lose my way."

Among the three strong men, Shu Hong Qiang had the lowest martial arts skills and had just arrived at the Shaoling Realm. Although he woke up, he was still dizzy.

Monk Zhixian grabbed the clear water with his hand and gently applied it to Hong Qiang's face. After a while, Hong Qiang completely returned to normal.

Chou Dalang kept his face gloomy, and he stared at Monk Zhixian: "I didn't expect that monks who became monks would also kill their lives for money."

Monk Zhixian shrank into a ball, as if it had become a shrimp: "Although Zhixian was once fascinated by his heart, he never killed a single life."

Chou Dalang's pupils suddenly shrank: "You said your name is Zhixian?"

Monk Zhixian was stunned and said, "I am Zhixian!"

Chou Dalang took a step forward and grabbed the shoulder of the monk Zhixian: "There is a legend in Piaomiao Valley, are you the legendary monk Zhixian?"

Monk Zhixian clasped his hands together: "It's me!"

Chou Dalang looked at Monk Zhixian, then looked at Zhao Xiaofeng, and suddenly laughed to the sky: "You have the ability to escape under the master of Piaomiao Valley, why are you defeated by a child today?"

Monk Zhixian turned around and looked at Zhao Xiaofeng: "Although this little donor is young, his methods are extraordinary, especially the red knife on his back..." The monk didn't finish his words, and his face turned a look of fear.

Chou Dalang suddenly became interested. He came to Zhao Xiaofeng's back and saw the Blood Flame Divine Sword.

The red-faced man Jiang Ling, the black-faced man Luo Tian, ​​and the purple-faced man Hong Qiang, all three of them surrounded him.

Zhao Xiaofeng's eyebrows became a lump.

Chou Dalang exclaimed: "A good knife... it is indeed a good knife..."

The purple-faced man Hong Qiang reached out to pick the Blood Flame Divine Sword on Zhao Xiaofeng's back, and said, "Since my brother likes it, this knife belongs to you."

Zhao Xiaofeng was furious. He saved the lives of these people. Unexpectedly, they not only refused to thank them, but were still so rude, especially this purple-faced man, who now wants to steal the Blood Flame Divine Sword on his back.

The purple-faced man Hong Qianghu grabbed the blood flame divine sword on Zhao Xiaofeng's back with a big hand like lightning.

Zhao Xiaofeng turned around, and the handle of the Blood Flame Divine Sword was impartially hitting the back of the purple-faced man's hand.

A scream of "Ah"! The back of the purple-faced man's hands swollen instantly, and the skin on his palm melted for no reason.

Luo Tian, ​​a black-faced man, roared and rushed over: "You kid, how dare you hurt my brother, look at me ruining you today." As he spoke, he suddenly had an iron ruler in his hand. The iron ruler grew when he saw the wind, and it was more than meter in an instant.

This iron ruler belongs to an intermediate magic weapon, and Luo Tian’s martial arts cultivation belongs to the early stage of the Middle Spirit Realm.

Zhao Xiaofeng had already seen the opponent's background. Even if he didn't use the Blood Flame Divine Sword, he was sure to defeat the opponent.

Luo Tian’s muscles on his black face were beating violently, and he had already used ten of his strength to use this iron ruler.

The iron ruler swept over and Zhao Xiaofeng suddenly disappeared!

Luo Tian staggered and almost fell down. Just as he was stunned, Zhao Xiaofeng's fist had already hit his back hard.

Zhao Xiaofeng had no room for this punch. He would never show mercy to such a desperate person who would attack him.

Luo Tian fell more than two feet away, and a mouthful of blood squirted to the ground, and he could no longer stand up.

Chou Dalang could see clearly from the side. He never dreamed that a little hairy child would use his martial arts skills to "flash". Those who can use martial arts skills to "flash" must at least reach the Zhongling Realm. Judging from the speed and strength of this child just now, his martial arts skills are likely to exceed the Zhongling Realm!

The big red-faced man Jiang Ling was about to rush over, but was stopped by Chou Dalang.

Chou Dalang waved his hand, which meant that he should not act rashly.

The red-faced man stood aside angrily.

Chou Dalang's words are an order, and he, Jiang Ling, absolutely obeys!

Chou Dalang walked towards Zhao Xiaofeng with a sad face.

Zhao Xiaofeng waited for him with a cold face.

Chou Dalang smiled bitterly and said lightly: "You hurt my brother. I, the eldest brother, have to vent my anger for them." He sighed and continued: "But the problem is that I am not sure that I can beat you now."

Zhao Xiaofeng said: "I didn't want to hurt anyone, but it's a pity that the two uncles just now bullied people too much."

Chou Dalang was silent for a while and sighed: "I thought of a solution. I wonder if the little brother can do it?"

Zhao Xiaofeng asked: "What method?"

Chou Dalang said: "We are all martial arts practitioners. If you can take my three moves, the grudges between us will be eliminated. From then on, if you walk on your sunny road and cross our single-plank bridge, we will not overturn the river. What do you think?"

Zhao Xiaofeng smiled: "Since that's the case, it's better to obey me than be respectful!"

A rare smile passed by the sad face: "Okay! I didn't expect that the little brother is also a cheerful person." As he spoke, he suddenly had an iron fan in his hand. The iron fan unfolded, and a powerful force came towards him.

Zhao Xiaofeng retreated quickly, and he wanted to use the power of retreat to remove the opponent's fierce attack.

Chou Dalang suddenly jumped into the air, and the iron fan in his hand was flying out of his hand.

The iron fan slammed into the air, and a mountain of energy made Zhao Xiaofeng breathless.

Zhao Xiaofeng flipped backwards in the air, and his blood flame divine sword had already taken action.

The first move of the Blood Flame Divine Sword: Blood Flame Flows in the Sky!

The first move of the Divine Sword was used, and a circle of blood-red flames spread around instantly with Zhao Xiaofeng as the center.

Chou Dalang shouted loudly, and the layers of fan shadows suddenly turned into huge mouths. Countless huge mouths swallowed the flames around him.

The fire gradually became weaker!

Countless huge mouths suddenly synthesized into a huge black hole, and an extremely large attraction sucked Zhao Xiaofeng in.

In the black hole, Zhao Xiaofeng has used the second form of the Blood Flame Divine Sword: Ten Thousand Beasts Conquer the Sect!

In the blood-red flames, tens of thousands of wild beasts rushed and trampled in one direction.

The huge black hole was torn apart in an instant.

The torn black hole turned into countless large mouths, and countless large mouths were put together again, turning into an iron fan. The iron fan fell to the ground and instantly turned into a stream of blue smoke.

The blue smoke disappeared! Everything was over!

Chou Dalang stood there blankly, as if he had a nightmare!

The big red-faced man Jiang Ling stood aside, trembling constantly. He was glad that he did not fight with Zhao Xiaofeng.

Chou Dalang is not Zhao Xiaofeng's opponent, let alone Jiang Ling.

Chou Dalang never dreamed that his attack-type top-quality spiritual weapon, Duobao Iron Fan, would be so vulnerable in front of Zhao Xiaofeng's Blood Flame Divine Sword.

This Blood Flame Divine Sword is definitely a rare attack-type artifact in the world, and maybe it is a top-quality attack-type artifact!

Zhao Xiaofeng returned the Blood Flame Divine Sword to sheath and said coldly: "You said three moves, but you used a total of seventeen moves!" After he said this, he left without looking back.

Chou Dalang stared at Zhao Xiaofeng's gradually fading back, his fair face was red and white.

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