C8 The Young Hawk finally flies (4)

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Yu Feng shouted out loud. He had already jumped up and retreated a few steps back before looking at his right hand. On the back of his right hand, there was a small circle of teeth marks, but blood kept seeping out. Apparently, it had bitten the skin and injured the flesh. Furthermore, it seemed that the wound was not shallow!

Yu Feng could not help but feel infuriated. He was so angry that he started to stutter, "You, you, you're a dog? Why did you bite me for no reason? " When Mu Wanqing saw Yu Feng's bleeding wound, he was also shocked. She did not expect himself to bite so hard.

Mu Wanqing felt extremely apologetic, and was even a little anxious. "I, I," she was just about to say "I didn't mean to do that", but then she thought about it, she was a treasure at home, so no one would dare touch her, who could make her apologize? If you think about it again, it's just a bite!

Mu Wanqing's temper immediately flared up, she still stubbornly pouted and said righteously: "Who asked you to bully me, I'll treat this as your punishment!" After she finished speaking, she even glared at Yu Feng. However, there was a hint of concern in her eyes. Unfortunately, Yu Feng was so angry, how could he have noticed it?

Yu Feng wanted to fight back, but seeing Mu Wanqing's face, then being stared at by her beautiful eyes, he did not know why, but he could only sigh and say: "Aiya, forget it, I will not bother with you anymore, just take it as my bad."

After saying these words, for some reason, Yu Feng felt a sense of laziness in his heart. He didn't even know why this was happening, and since he felt gloomy, he directly said: "I still have things to do, I won't accompany you. "If fate wills it, then we shall meet again in the future."

Hearing Yu Feng's words, Mu Wanqing became anxious, and said: "Big Brother Feng, I'm sorry, it's my fault, Aiya, Big Brother Feng, don't go, Yu Feng, Yu Feng." Yu Feng did not care about her, he had already called for A Hei, got on his horse, and headed towards the southwest.

Mu Wanqing watched as Yu Feng rode his horse into the distance, but there was nothing he could do. He opened his mouth wide, but could not say a word.

Riding on the A Hei and running away, Yu Feng only felt that his heart was in a mess, his chest was stuffy, and he was extremely fidgety. There was nowhere to vent the depression in his heart, so he could only yell loudly.

"Haaaargh!"

Yu Feng let out a long roar and unknowingly channeled his Innate Qi. The powerful inner force whistled and spread outwards, striking the mountain wall.

Mu Wanqing, who was still standing in place in a daze, had a sluggish expression and was at a loss. When she heard the whistle, she unconsciously felt her nose turn sour, two lines of tears ran down her face, and with a "Da" sound, they dispersed on the ground like a blooming rose.

"Sigh ~ ~"

Mu Wanqing sighed, she sobbed and rode on the snow that had come to her side, and looked towards the southeast.

Yu Feng rode on the A Hei and flew as fast as lightning. The cold spring wind blew Yu Feng's hair, revealing the blood sword that was wrapped in the sackcloth. The only difference was that the A Hei was extremely fast in running, with a slight breeze, the sackcloth was blown away by half, causing the blood sword's red color to become extremely glaring.

The cold wind that blew on Yu Feng's face made his face hurt, but he did not seem to care at all. His heart was troubled and troubled, as he was currently suffering from his own mental injury.

"What am I suffering? What am I angry about? Is it because Mu Wanqing has a temper against me? How laughable, I only met her by chance, how could she be angry at me? Why should I be angry at her? There is so much under the heavens, and now that we have parted ways, it might be time to part forever.

Yu Feng secretly mocked himself, but he also laughed bitterly. Wooo ~ ~ ~ Hearing the sound of a horse, Yu Feng felt that there was nothing in front, it was A Hei. Yu Feng had just withdrawn from those disturbing thoughts, so he was naturally shocked, but his body was already unsteady.

Yu Feng anxiously crawled up and rushed to A Hei's side. A cloth bag fell to the ground and the wooden box containing Yu Chen's ashes rolled out. Yu Feng immediately opened it and looked inside, discovering that it was undamaged, he heaved a sigh of relief and put it away.

With a quick glance, Yu Feng saw that there was a stumbling rope behind A Hei. His heart tightened and he suddenly raised his head. These people were all wearing white masks. Although their faces could not be seen, one could still see the unfriendly gazes coming from the two holes in their masks.

Yu Feng was secretly shocked, then seeing that all of the masks had the same path, and were approaching him step by step, Yu Feng was suddenly somewhat afraid. But he was afraid it was useless, so Yu Feng tried his best to calm his mind, and pulled out the blood sword from his back, holding it tightly in his hand, he observed his surroundings, and heard everything, he was ready to strike at any time.

"These people, what are their origins?" On the back of a small hill not far away, a man dressed in cotton robes watched Yu Feng's situation anxiously, "I wonder how these people are doing, let me see if Feng'er can handle them. If not, I'll make my move." As he spoke, he grabbed a handful of small stones and stealthily channeled his internal energy, preparing to make his move at any time.

"Who are you people?" Yu Feng stared at the leader in front of him and asked.

The leader did not answer and asked, "Are you holding onto a blood sword?"

Yu Feng replied, "That's right." You are the descendant of the Blood Sword Yu Chen? " The leader continued to ask.

Hearing the word "successor", Yu Feng could not help but feel hot blood in his heart, thinking: "Father is a hero of this generation, before his death he even told me not to disgrace the Blood Sword, how could I fear him? No matter what, I cannot disgrace the Blood Sword's name.

So Yu Feng immediately raised his head and said: "That's right, I am the descendant of the Blood Sword, Yu Feng!"

Seeing that, the cloth-clothed man's eyes could not help but light up, secretly cheering: "Good! What a great blood sword successor! These words were said loud and clear, Chen! "Look, Feng Er will never let you down." When he thought of Yu Chen, the cloth-clothed man suddenly became somewhat sorrowful. He could not help but mutter to himself softly, "Ah, you and I became sworn brothers at the age of twenty. I did not expect that you would have already left before me!"

The light robed man was none other than Long Tengyue with the Dragon Roar Fist Art.

That day, he sent Yu Chen back to the pavilion without stopping. He rested for a while and then left hurriedly, in order to treat his injuries. Yu Chen used the Heaven Smiting Sword Art Heavenly Dipper Art, his attack was overwhelming, and had already inflicted many wounds on his body. If he did not treat it now, he was afraid that he would die from excessive loss of blood.

After searching the infirmary and nurturing it for a month, Long Tengyue finally recovered his vitality. Originally, he wanted to go to Bloodsword Pavilion to look for Yu Feng, but when he arrived, he found out that Yu Feng had already brought Yu Chen's ashes down the mountain. Long Tengyue had no choice but to give chase once again. At this time, he had just caught up to them and coincidentally met with these masked people who had unknown origins.

"Yu Feng? Humph! Let me ask you, what did Yu Chen leave you? " The masked man asked coldly.

Hearing this, Long Tengyue's heart shivered, and thought to himself, "Could it be that Chen's' Book of Heavenly Treasures' was discovered? No, that shouldn't be the case! When Chen escaped with his life, even he did not know that he had acquired [Book of Heavenly Treasures]. How could they know? "

Yu Feng had already answered.

Yu Feng said fearlessly, "Father definitely left something for me."

The leader's eyes immediately lit up, and he shouted: "Quick! "Give it to me!" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.

Yu Feng said lightly: "If you want to take it, go and get it yourself." The leader walked three feet closer, but stopped. He said, "I'm already here. Where is the item?" Yu Feng's eyes flashed, he moved his body, and waved the blood sword.

The leader, the pale-faced man, was alarmed and quickly retreated. However, it was too late. He only felt a pain in his wrist and a bloody light flashed. "Ahhhhhh!" The leader, the pale-faced man, let out a miserable scream. The other pale-faced men saw a trembling finger flying into the air.

Long Tengyue could see everything clearly from behind the hill, and could not help but cheer out in a soft voice, "Good! This move, coupled with Blood Splash's five steps, used a sword move that had ice covering it. His movement was quick and agile, and his sword thrust was sharp and precise. Not bad, not bad at all! Oh my god! Although you are already dead, your Blood Sword Art will still shine brilliantly! "

Yu Feng said proudly: "Father left this blood sword for me, you want to take it? Let's see if you have the ability to do so! " The pale leader with the severed right palm screamed in pain and retreated quickly. He glared at Yu Feng venomously and shouted, "Quick! Kill him! Maybe that thing is on him! "

Everyone shouted "Yes", and waved their swords at Yu Feng.