Chapter 969

"Who are you?"

This martial artist from the black face Pavilion is about thirty years old, and his accomplishments have reached the real dragon level.

As soon as he reached Chengfeng more than ten miles away, he shouted questions.

"This elder martial brother, my surname is Jia Mingchen, and I come from the punishment hall."

Hearing the question, Cheng Feng immediately hugged his hands and pretended to be his own: "my Lord of the punishment hall was killed by the only bastard with a knife. Anyway, I'll find the bastard and break his body!"

"Disciple of the punishment hall?" the black faced Xuanwu frowned.

When the emperor was in the ancient jungle, the sword killed the Yunv helmsman and the criminal protector successively.

This directly makes the jade girl palace and the punishment hall lose their biggest backers. The status of the two evil sects in the blood god cult can be called a sharp decline.

So when I learned that Dao was only trapped in the Yucang River and had been badly hurt.

A large number of disciples immediately came to the jade girl palace and the punishment hall to search for the hidden Dao.

Cheng Feng pretends to be a disciple of the punishment hall, which is a good excuse.

However, the black faced Xuanwu is not so easy to fool.

He stared at Cheng Feng for a while and didn't see any clue. Then he asked, "since you are a disciple of the punishment hall, why did you just get the only magic power of the knife?"

"Elder martial brother, I deliberately practice one or two in order to identify the fluctuation of the only divine power of the knife."

Cheng Feng said: "in this way, when the only residual power fluctuation of the knife is found, you can follow the vine and touch the melon and pull him out."

"Well, it makes sense."

The doubt in the black faced Xuanwu's heart was slightly reduced: "but, younger martial brother, in order to avoid misunderstanding, please show the signboard martial arts of the punishment hall."

"Elder martial brother, can't you trust me?" Cheng Feng pretended to be unhappy.

"I can't believe it."

The black faced Xuanwu said, "if younger martial brother has no problem, why not prove it?"

"Hum!" Cheng Feng snorted coldly.

After a moment's hesitation, he displayed the "hand of God", the signature martial art of the punishment hall.

"Younger martial brother, I'm really sorry just now."

Seeing this, a bright smile appeared on the black faced Xuanwu's face: "elder martial brother, I'm afraid of being made by the righteous bastards."

"Why, elder martial brother, have you ever met decent bastards and pretended to be us?"

"It's more than meeting."

The black faced Xuanwu said, "I met three righteous bastards pretending to be 'my own people'. Once, I even almost died in the hands of the other party."

Obviously, Cheng Feng is not the only righteous martial artist who came to rescue Dao.

"So it is. No wonder elder martial brother will be especially wary of me."

Cheng Feng showed relief: "by the way, elder martial brother, did you finally catch the three righteous bastards?"

"All caught."

The black faced Xuanwu's face showed a cruel light: "those three bastards have been tortured by me for a day and a night. Just now the spirit ran away and died!"

"Elder martial brother, good means."

Cheng Feng praised: "it's impossible for even my disciples in the punishment hall to torture people until the spirit runs away!"

Although Cheng Feng was praising each other, a cold killing opportunity flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He has made up his mind that once the utilization value of the black faced Xuanwu is drained, he must kill it.

Before that, Cheng Feng still needs to strive to cater.

Try to get some useful clues from each other's mouth.

"Elder martial brother, the only bastard of Dao can really hide."

Pressing down the killing intention in his heart, Cheng Feng turned the topic: "so many of us have searched day and night for so many days, but we have no clue."

"Who said there was no clue?"

The black faced Xuanwu seems to have no doubt about Cheng Feng. At this moment, hearing Cheng Feng mention the only Dao, he immediately said unreservedly: "the only piece of Dao has been found by us three times in a row."

"Although those three times, let the other party escape, but left a lot of divine power fluctuations."

"I, the black faced Xuanxuan master, have locked the only possible hiding place of the knife through the fluctuation of these divine powers."

The black faced Xuanwu said, "at this moment, there are already a large number of Saint disciples searching in that area."

"I don't think it's necessary for a long time to find the knife completely and let it have nowhere to hide!"

"Really? That's great."

After hearing this, Cheng Feng's face showed ecstasy.

But the heart contracted suddenly.

He did not expect that the only knife had been found three times in a row.

And many powerful men of the blood god sect locked the final hiding place. The situation was extremely dangerous!

"Elder martial brother, where is the only final hiding place of Dao?"

Cheng Feng said with a happy face: "let's hurry to search. If we can lead to find the only hiding clue of the knife first, the reward will probably kill us!"

"The only final hiding place for Dao is between Qianhe island and Niu islands."

The black faced Xuanwu seems not very enthusiastic about looking for the only Dao: "younger martial brother Jia Chen, I advise you not to go there."

"Why?"

"Because that knife is the only one, but a cruel character."

The black faced Xuanwu said, "in the previous three operations, many saints were easily hanged by the bastard with a knife."

"If we go, if we encounter that murderer, I'm afraid we don't even know how to die."

"Well, what elder martial brother said is very true."

Hearing the speech, Cheng Feng "suddenly realized", and then asked with gratitude: "by the way, senior brother, can you tell me your name?"

"Elder martial brother, my name is sun Mingxuan."

"Sun Mingxuan? Sun Xuan?"

Cheng Feng said the word "Sun Xuan" once, and then smiled at each other: "thank you for telling me your name. Now, you can sleep for a while!"

"Sleep for a while? What do you mean..."

Hearing what Cheng Feng said, sun Xuan, the black faced Xuan, was stunned.

He was about to ask clearly, but he only felt a strong dragon force coming, boom

When the Dragon force fell on him, he suddenly looked at him, and the whole person fell from the void like a lump of mud.

Buzz! At this time, a dragon force surged and condensed into a dragon force palm.

Seeing the dragon's big hand gently fishing, he picked up sun Xuan and caught Cheng Feng near.

"Shit, you are so cunning that you pretend to be a disciple of the blood god sect."

On the side of Cheng Feng's body, the Dragon Aotian looked at this scene, and his eyes couldn't help staring at the boss: "moreover, you pretend to be a disciple of the blood god sect, and turn the black faced Xuan and sun Xuan around."

"I not only told you the news I knew, but also took myself in."

"Long Aotian, I don't call it cunning, but 'wisdom'." Cheng Feng said calmly.

"Whatever his name is, you are arrogant anyway."

Long Aotian stared at Cheng Feng and said with a quack smile, "Ben Shao is looking forward to it. What moths can you make next!"