Chapter 772: Scarface Who Can Act

The white-haired old man said coldly: "I don't think people use their eyes, but their nose!"

Luo Xiaofeng found it very strange and funny. This was the first time he heard that he could see things with his nose. The person who said this was either a god or a nerve.

Luo Xiaofeng stared at the nose of the old man in white. The nose of the old man in white also looked very ordinary, with two noses and eyes, with big heads facing down, and the size and shape were no big difference from others.

The old man fell down from the top of the sedan chair lightly. The shoes he wore were also white. The white soles were not stained with dust when they stepped on the dusty street. What kind of light skills is this? This skill may be even more powerful than the legendary snow-treading Wuhen!

Luo Xiaofeng was silent for a moment and suddenly sighed: "I feel ashamed that I don't know such an expert as a senior!"

The old man in white sneered, "I am a nameless person. It is normal for you to not know him, but it is not normal if you know him."

Luo Xiaofeng's eyes flashed: "Senior must be a hermit who is far away from the world and is independent of the world."

The old man in white was silent. Silence sometimes represents recognition.

Luo Xiaofeng suddenly said: "A master like his senior should have been proud of Linquan and enjoying his old age, but I don't know why he had to repeat the world and come to this flood again?"

The old man in white looked solemn, and his eyes were empty and he looked into the distance: "This is my business, why should I tell you?"

Luo Xiaofeng sighed and said, "I shouldn't have asked about the matter of senior, but today I have to ask about it!"

The old man in white sneered, and he held the silver nail in his hand tightly and said word by word: "I can kill Scarface, and I can also kill you."

Luo Xiaofeng sneered: "If you kill someone, I will arrest you, unless you kill me!"

The old man in white said lightly: "I only killed two kinds of people in my life. One is a bad guy who does evil, and the other is a self-righteous and competitive fool."

Luo Xiaofeng smiled: "It's a forced person to be in the public office. Although I am not a match for my senior, I still have to be a fool."

The white-clothed old man suddenly raised his white eyebrows, and he sternly said: "Are you really not afraid of death?"

Luo Xiaofeng smiled bitterly: "Who is not afraid of death in the world? But when fearing death is useless, you have to put life and death aside."

The old man in white suddenly said, "What do you want?"

Luo Xiaofeng said: "It is natural to kill someone and repay your life, and to pay off your debts! Since my senior has killed someone, how can I let you go easily?"

The old man in white sneered, "Are you going to kill me and avenge the scarface?"

Luo Xiaofeng said: "I won't kill you, but I will arrest you."

The old man in white laughed to the sky: "The younger generation is terrifying, but it is true that the younger generation is terrifying!"

As the old man in white spoke, his hand slowly raised, and a cold silver nail was sandwiched between his index and middle fingers. The silver nail was exactly the same as the silver nail that was nailed into Scarface's head. If he could kill Scarface without Luo Xiaofeng's awareness, he could also kill Luo Xiaofeng.

Luo Xiaofeng stood still and did not move. He seemed to smell the smell of death.

This mysterious old man in white must have reached the level of perfection. But in Luo Xiaofeng's opinion, the most terrifying thing about this old man was not his martial arts, but his unpredictable silver nail hidden weapon.

Luo Xiaofeng clenched his fists. He knew how powerful his opponent was and how life and death were at stake in this battle. Although Luo Xiaofeng was not afraid of death, he could not die yet because there were still many things waiting for him to do.

The long street is quiet.

Without wind, the air seemed to solidify. Luo Xiaofeng took a long breath and vomited it out again. He tried to calm himself down. He knew that fear and panic could only speed up his death.

The old man in white stepped out his left leg, pinching the silver nail's hand, and drew a strange arc in the air.

The silver nails with cold light shining brightly formed a strange aperture in the strange arc. The aperture suddenly spun out, and it spun out with a scream.

Luo Xiaofeng's eyes shrank, and he suddenly discovered something terrible. It was originally a silver nail, but suddenly it turned into thousands. Thousands of silver nails attacked from all directions.

What's going on? Did you have an illusion, or did the old man in white use the illusion?

Before Luo Xiaofeng could think about it, he tickled his toes and retreated rapidly. The speed of retreat had exceeded Luo Xiaofeng's speed limit.

The strange aperture suddenly disappeared, and thousands of silver nails disappeared without a trace.

The old man in white dropped his hands, and a tired and sad expression suddenly appeared on his face. This expression came quickly and went quickly.

The old man in white stood in front of the sedan chair, and the red silk covered on the sedan chair was dancing in the wind.

I don't know when the wind will be blowing.

The old man in white looked at Luo Xiaofeng with his empty eyes, and it looked like a butcher looking at the pork on the chopping board.

Luo Xiaofeng suddenly fell down. As soon as he fell down, he had a copper wire mesh as thick as a thumb, which was under his head.

A dwarf with a disheveled head was holding a white wax pole that was more than two meters long in his hand, and quickly pointed the point of Luo Xiaofeng's chest.

The old man in white slowly turned around and walked into the sedan covered with red silk.

Four strong men rushed from somewhere, and they lifted the sedan chair and ran out like flying.

The dwarf with disheveled head suddenly threw away the ash pole in his hand, pulled the duck-like throat, and shouted from behind: "You are a dead man who is being killed by a thousand knives and puts in the oil pan, you will run away by yourself, and you will not bring me a bunch of my mother... You must die a good death, if you die, you will drift the river and feed the dog..."

The old man in white covered his ears with his hands and hit the sedan chair with his head, lamenting: "Why don't I die... Why don't I die..."

Luo Xiaofeng was like a frozen dead fish, lying under the copper net without moving.

After the old man in white and the dwarf left, the first person Luo Xiaofeng saw was Wei Yifei.

Wei Yifei is a very vulgar old man. His two small eyes, one big and one small, shining with a vicious light no matter whenever. His hair was already gray, and several yellow beards were dotted under his pointed and long chin. Wei Yifei's nickname was "Flying Yasha". The weapons he used were also very strange. His weapons were a slender iron chain. There was also a fist-sized iron ball tied to the chain. The name of this weapon was the Deathful Cord.

Luo Xiaofeng lay down and couldn't move. He looked at Wei Yifei and smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that the famous Wei Yifei would also hurt people with hidden arrows."

Wei Yifei smiled and said, "I am old and too lazy to fight with you guys, so I thought of a foolproof way."

Wei Yifei flew behind him and suddenly a scarred face popped out.

Luo Xiaofeng was startled first, then smiled bitterly. Now, he understood everything. The elusive silver nail hidden weapon actually did not exist at all.
Chapter completed!