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The beard on his chin trembled, and he seemed to be very powerless. This was all due to his own ill-fated fate, and now he finally had his revenge. Although it was slower than he had expected, in the end, blood still flowed and he took away his junior brother's life. What would have happened if the spirit in heaven had seen the retribution for so many evils?

All of the disciples of the Hongtong Sect were standing in the great hall. None of them made a sound as they looked at each other in silence.

"Senior Brother, weren't you very brave back then? Didn't Master say back then that you were his most prized disciples? "What's wrong now? You're afraid now that you're dead, your hero from back then is gone." His eyes were sharp as he looked at the quiet He Linger Tong. Of course there was no hate in his eyes, there was no place for hatred, he respected his senior brother, "Don't you think you can break the stone pillar with just one arm? Go and find the murderer who killed third brother and break his waist. "

The lobby was full of anger and murderous intent.

"Second Senior Brother, don't force Eldest Senior Brother." A fair skinned man standing under the pillar said.

Li Yu then quieted down, the muscles on his face were still trembling. He was a straightforward person, no one said anything even if he had such a temper. Everyone in the lobby didn't feel good about this, but they all knew that this was all their fault, so who could they tell about it.

At this time, Liu Feng walked into the hall, and everyone in the hall looked at him. Ever since the incident with Li Zhongtian, Liu Feng had not spoken much. Everyone was surprised that the Sect Leader did not go out and start a war of words.

Liu Feng walked in quietly and sat in the hall. The godly eagle swung its claws at his head.

"Leader, are we supposed to just endure it like this?" Li Yu walked up to Liu Feng and said with a tone that was 90% lower than before, "Third Junior Brother's life is lost just like that?"

"Li Yu, what do you think we should do?" Liu Feng's tone was low, but his eyes were like fire as they burned Li Yu's entire body.

"Revenge." Li Yu no longer dared to look into Liu Feng's eyes.

Liu Feng quietly stood up from her seat. "Revenge?" Who are you going to report to? " His voice suddenly increased by several percent.

Ever since Wu Shan had returned, Liu Feng hadn't shouted at everyone in the Hong Tong Faction. Today, the ruckus caused once again made everyone feel that it was a little strange, but of course, no one would be afraid. No one felt bad about Li Zhongtian dying, not even Liu Feng.

Li Yu, who was questioned, remained silent, and he secretly lowered his head. No one on the scene knew who to seek for revenge, but they all knew that the killer who killed Li Zhongtian had extremely high martial arts skills. He had killed several martial arts experts in succession, and even the cold-blooded Moon-Shrouding Flowers had died in his hands. He was an expert, but no one knew who he was. When he used a folding fan as a weapon, he could seal one's throat and take one's life.

The entire lobby was silent. No one was angry or exasperated due to the hatred in their hearts, or else they would be completely silent.

"Uncle He, what do you think we should do?" Liu Feng asked gently. He had always called He Lintong Uncle, because He Lintong was the oldest and the one with the highest martial arts. Everyone in the sect respected him like an elder, and Liu Feng was no exception.

"Find out who the real culprit is and then plan." "Yes, sir!"

"It's not hard to tell that these martial artists that died recently all died by the hands of the same person. His weapon is a bloodless folding fan, so we just need to find that expert and he will be able to find the culprit." Liu Feng said as she looked at everyone in the hall. She was constantly fanning herself, occasionally opening and closing her fan.

Li Yu, who was standing there, wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it loudly.

"Li Yu, do you have anything to say?" Liu Feng asked Li Yu, who was standing uneasily.

"No ?." "No." Li Yu stammered as he replied. In truth, he couldn't say anything in his heart, because the eyes in the hall didn't allow him to say anything.

"Alright, Nakata died in Chang'an. From the looks of it, the killer is in Chang'an. Let's go to Chang'an this afternoon and find the culprit for revenge." Liu Feng sat down on the high chair again.

It was almost dusk by then, and the crowd on Chang'an Street did not diminish, murmuring softly and noisily.

Ni Fei, Su Guangren, was shuttling through the crowd.

Zheng Min was jumping in front of them while waving her braids. Zhang looked at the items displayed on both sides of the street.

"Stop jumping around in front of me, you're making me dizzy." Ni Fei impatiently grumbled.

Hearing these words, Zheng Min immediately stopped her bouncing footsteps, turned around and leaned towards Ni Fei while gritting her teeth, and said, "What's wrong?" "Holy sh * t, go to hell, hmph!" After saying that, he twisted Ni Fei's arm with all his might. He continued to jump forward.

"You bastard!" Ni Fei could only use the stone to smash his own foot.

"Xiaofei, what's wrong, it wasn't enough just a moment." Zheng Min turned around and said cunningly.

"I say, you two are enemies who are laughing. When will you stop? You guys are already making a fuss over nothing." The mischievous child angrily said, "You two! If your aunt were to continue watching, wouldn't you all dare to continue fooling around like this?!"

"Heh heh." Zheng Min and Ni Fei pointed at the old urchin at the same time.

"Did you miss my aunt?" Zheng Min had a sly smile on her face as she asked the naughty child, "Tell me honestly."

The old urchin's face immediately turned red. He hurriedly used his messy hair to cover his face so that no one could see. "No, I'm talking about you."

"Just admit it." Zheng Min tried to brush the mischievous child's hair away from his face. "Hur Hur, old mischievous uncle Tong is embarrassed."

Immediately, a few people at the side began to laugh loudly.

"What are you laughing at? Go drink some tea. I don't know how long Young Master Yan has been waiting at the teahouse." The old urchin hurriedly walked forward.

Chang'an Street began to shine brightly in the evening, orange lights were being lit from the paper windows on both sides of the street. Sprinkling under the eaves, sprinkling onto the happy faces of the people.

There was an endless stream of customers in the teahouse. No one would be willing to sit in the teahouse on such a cool night, drink a cup of tea and talk about the small stories of the city. Looking at the crescent moon in the sky, of course, their hero, the Flying Knight would be the topic of their tea after dinner.

Ni Fei and the others all sat down at the table that they often sat at.

"Why didn't you see second brother come first? He was always one step ahead of us in the past." Ni Fei looked around and said in astonishment.