Chapter 62 Fishing

Although Feng Yi faced six masters and disciples from the Blood Knife Sect and killed five of them, this brilliant achievement was unmatched by anyone in the world.

In his heart, he admired the Blood Knife Patriarch's refined skills and quick response. Thinking back to the battle scene just now, he secretly sighed that he was lucky.

The blood knife was a Burmese knife. It looked as soft as a snake, but when the Blood Knife Ancestor stabbed Feng Yi in the abdomen, he concentrated all his strength into one strike. The blood knife instantly became as hard as steel, and with the ability to penetrate deep into deep, it had the power to be indestructible.

Although Feng Yi was protected by the Black Silkworm Robe and the Divine Illumination Power, and the tip of the knife failed to pierce his abdomen, there was still a stream of internal energy that was as hot as fire and looked like a knife, a dagger, and a sword, which penetrated into his Dantian Qi Sea.

Although the failure of this move was due to his concern for Qi Fang and the fact that his left arm had not yet healed, the Blood Knife Patriarch's last counterattack before death unleashed a huge potential.

But Feng Yi knew that when an enemy fights against me, it is never just about the level of martial arts. Luck or something else is also a decisive factor. And this time, if it weren't for the black silkworm clothes protecting him, he would have been finished.

Feng Yi let out a long breath. He didn't have any great ambitions. He just wanted to live like a human being. This was the most simple and unpretentious goal in life, but it was really difficult in this world.

It had only been half a month since he traveled through time, but all the dangers and excitement that had happened were things he could hardly have imagined in decades of his previous life.

At this moment, he didn't know whether he liked this kind of life?

He suddenly understood why most people with extraordinary martial arts skills chose to live in seclusion.

Just as he was daydreaming, the bloody knife wrapped around his waist began to clang.

Feng Yi was surprised. He had heard of the saying that divine objects could communicate with spirits. Could it be that this blood knife was a divine weapon that had drunk human blood for a long time and had such power? While thinking about it, he used his power to listen. He heard the sound of wind blowing in the clothes above his head. The lightness skill was quite good. Then, a sound as thin as a cat's footsteps gradually approached and reached the top of the alley.

Feng Yi raised a smile and said casually, "Bao Xiang, since you are here, come out!"

After a while, a wild laugh was heard from the top of the alley opposite, like a thunder in the sky. The person who laughed immediately said, "After being seriously injured, Master Feng still has such good hearing. I really admire you!"

His voice was rough and as loud as thunder, and along with the voice appeared the person who was the Blood Knife Patriarch's direct disciple, Bao Xiang.

Baoxiang thought his whereabouts were hidden, but was discovered by Feng Yi. He was a little frightened and hesitated for a moment before standing up from the top of the alley.

Feng Yi said casually: "Why? Are you dissatisfied that no one explored the way for your master before his death, or do you think your fellow disciples are lonely and want to accompany them?"

Bao Xiang put his hands on his waist, his face was full of fierceness, his eyes were fierce, his sleeves fluttered, like a falcon overlooking its prey, and he said coldly: "Feng, don't try to be so good at talking. If you know what's good for you, hand over the Shenzhaojing and our sect's sacred blood knife, otherwise you will die!"

Feng Yi showed no fear and sneered, "Your master and all his fellow disciples are dead, and you, a lustful, cowardly rat, want to get your hands on the Shenzhaojing and the blood knife. What gives you the right?"

Bao Xiang laughed wildly towards the sky and said, "You are about to die, and you are still bragging! If the Buddha is still alive, how can he forget what you did today? Take it!!"

As he spoke, he let out a strange cry like an owl, kicked his foot, and a tile hit Feng Yi on the head.

He kicked one brick off and waved his sleeves again, knocking down a few more bricks and tiles. For a while, the only sound was a humming sound. The bricks on the wall of the alley seemed to be made of dough, and they enveloped Feng Yi who was leaning against the wall.

Feng Yi didn't move at all. When he saw the bricks and tiles were three feet in front of him, he stretched out his hands and moved his palms as fast as the wind. The bricks and tiles, which were as powerful as crossbows, made a rustling sound. He circled his arms as if he was practicing Tai Chi.

With a bang, all the bricks and tiles were neatly stacked together and placed in front of him, as if they were laid by the bricklayer himself.

This move shows his profound attainments in both internal strength and technique.

However, Bao Xiang laughed loudly and said, "Master Feng, your skills are beyond the reach of even the Tai Chi masters of the Wudang Sect! You won't starve to death if you become a bricklayer in the future!"

Feng Yi's move is exactly the same as the Wudang School's "softness overcomes hardness" skill, both of which are methods of using the opponent's force to counter attack.

Feng Yi's eyes flashed, and he smiled slightly: "I can't help it. I have been used to suffering since I was a child, so I learned this trick."

Bao Xiang laughed in vain, "Master Feng, why don't you fight back these bricks and tiles? Why do you have to pile them up together? Is it because my master stabbed you in the dantian and it hurts a little, so you have no power to use? I think you should just accept your fate today!!"

Feng Yi sneered: "Since you have already tried it, why don't you dare to come down?"

He said disdainfully: "You are doing great things but cherishing your life. You are a coward. You are far worse than your master!"

Bao Xiang raised his thick eyebrows, opened his eyes wide, and shouted angrily: "Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

He then floated down to the ground and said, "Master Buddha saw it clearly from the roof just now. My master stabbed you in the abdomen with a knife. When he was dying, his attack was faster and more fierce than before. You were actually injured a long time ago.

But you chose to leisurely torture and kill my master, and said something like you have unresolved grudge with Lord Ling. The more stable you are and the longer you drag it out, the more it can reflect your calmness that everything is under control.

It was not until my master scolded you that you were injured and deliberately bluffing that you quickly drew your knife and chopped off his limbs. On the one hand, you took the opportunity to kill him and silence him, and on the other hand, you knew that Lord Ling was among the onlookers, so you wanted to frighten him and intimidate him so that he would not dare to embarrass you.

That's why you suppressed your injuries, avoided the main road, and came to this secluded alley. Haha, is that right?"

After Baoxiang ran away from the Wan family, Feng Yi and the Blood Knife Patriarch talked while running. Those martial arts figures also came from all directions, and Baoxiang naturally followed.

He was well aware of the Blood Knife Patriarch's abilities and his high martial arts skills. When he saw Feng Yi was stabbed in the abdomen, he took the risk and followed Feng Yi.

But even so, he still didn't dare to move rashly. He threw bricks and tiles at the wall as a test. Seeing that he could not fight back, he dared to go down the alley to face Feng Yi.

Feng Yi did not answer. The smile on his face remained, but his eyes were as bright as stars, with a hint of sharpness flashing in them.

Bao Xiang stared at Feng Yi's smiling face, and an indescribable hatred rose in his heart.

Because of Feng Yi's smile, it seemed as if he knew everything and mocked everything, as if this was not the best time for him to kill him, but instead it seemed that he had become a prey that had come to him on its own initiative.

This made Bao Xiang feel that both his martial arts and intelligence were insulted. He was naturally furious. With a clang, he drew the curved sword from his waist, put it on his shoulder, pointed his finger and shouted: "Let me ask you a question, will you hand over the Shen Zhao Jing and the Blood Sword? I left a mark for Ling Tui Si's people, and he will be here soon. Don't regret it when the time comes!"

Feng Yi's eyes were as deep as a pool, and he frowned and said, "The blood knife is at my waist, the Shenzhaojing is in my arms, and I also have a black silkworm robe on me. They are all good things. It's normal for you to want them, but when I offer them to you with both hands, you will have to call me daddy!"

Bao Xiang's eyes flashed with brilliance as he stared at Feng Yi's hand and slowly took a step forward.

Feng Yi's reputation was too great, and his battle record was too brilliant. Even though he was seriously injured, Bao Xiang couldn't help but feel fearful, fearing that he would be dragged down to be buried with him, so he dared not attack.

After all, the master was able to give Feng Yi a fatal blow before his death, so how could he not be able to do it too?

Feng Yi's expression was a little strange, and he smiled: "With your cowardly look, you might as well wait for Ling Tuisi's group to arrive and see how many of my treasures he can give you!"

Bao Xiang couldn't help but be stunned. He thought that everyone wanted to covet the three treasures on Feng Yi. His master and brothers were all dead. If Ling Tui Si changed his mind and killed him, and took all the treasures for himself, it would be reasonable.

Moreover, even if Feng Yi was seriously injured, if he was allowed to catch his breath, he would probably be in trouble!

When Bao Xiang thought of this, he immediately became angry and spat, cursing angrily: "Damn it, you Central Plains people are all ungrateful! The Buddha must show you some power!"

Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward, and the single sword in his hand was already in the air like a wise tail, slashing towards Feng Yi.

Although the Blood Knife's swordsmanship is known for its strangeness, Bao Xiang has already inherited the true teachings of his master and is one of the top masters in the Blood Knife sect. His sword skills have changed from fierce to clever, and from light to heavy.

Therefore, he has committed so many evil things since he set out on his mission, and hurt countless heroes, but no one can do anything about it.

Even Ding Dian, who had practiced Shenzhao Gong for more than six years, was beaten by him and a brother and had to hide in the stable to escape. This shows how powerful he is! Whether it was Baoxiang drawing his sword from its sheath and placing it on his shoulder, or the Blood Knife Ancestor liking to shave his head, they were actually accumulating strength. Once they made a move, it would be as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder, cutting in two with one stroke!

Baoxiang was not as good as the Blood Knife Ancestor. This sword was also very awe-inspiring, and the sound of breaking through the air even brought up the sound of wind and thunder.

The sound of wind and the light of sword shine in harmony, creating an impressive effect, which shows the master's skill.

Feng Yi praised: "What a beautiful swordsmanship!"

He seemed to be a little cautious and suddenly turned his body to the side, not confronting him head-on. However, his body movements were so agile and mysterious that Baoxiang's sword attack missed.

Bao Xiang also changed his moves immediately. He bent his knees and took a step forward, moving five feet away. The knife in his hand slashed at Feng Yi's neck as fast as the wind.

He was eager to kill Feng Yi quickly. As long as he could get the "Shen Zhao Jing" from him, he would not care about other interests or successes. For example, he had no interest in the secret of the Liancheng treasure that Ling Tui Si had been thinking about.

Just chop Feng Yi to pieces and run away, why would you care about Ling Tui Si!

Feng Yi saw Bao Xiang spinning around and wielding his sword, which was so light and graceful, and extremely fast, which was totally inconsistent with his burly body, and he secretly praised him in his heart.

Just now, Feng Yi was facing the siege of several people and had no time to evaluate the other party's martial arts. Now he was fighting alone, so he was not in a hurry. Seeing that the blade was less than a foot away from him, he turned sideways and dodged again. Without waiting for the other party to put away the knife and change his posture, he kicked the other party's wrist holding the knife with his right foot.

This kick was so strange and mysterious that it hit Baoxiang's wrist.

Bao Xiang only felt his wrist getting hot, and he jumped out with his sword.

Bao Xiang was shocked for a moment. Feng Yi waved his hand lightly and hit the other person's left cheek with a "snap".

Bao Xiang could not help but take two steps back. The place where he was hit felt like it was on fire, and his face was swollen as if it was inflated. He was angry and anxious, and shouted, "You little thief, you are not hurt!"

This discovery frightened him greatly.

Feng Yi laughed and said, "You idiot, how can you know what fishing enforcement is?"

Feng Yi shouted these words very quickly, as clear as a crane's cry and as fierce as a monkey's roar. At the same time, he pushed the wall with his left foot, leaped forward, and stretched out his hand to draw the long sword.

choke--

The sword light shone through, making a trembling sound, like thunder and lightning, and the sword flowers pointed directly at the five fatal points on Baoxiang's chest, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Bao Xiang was filled with shock and shame. He thought he had a sure win and was determined to defeat Feng Yi with his sword to avenge the previous humiliation.

I was fooled again! Even though Bao Xiang was not an unknown person, he was so frightened that his soul flew away. He used his Qinggong to the extreme and floated back. But the alley was narrow to begin with. In his horror, he only wanted to retreat, and completely forgot that he had retreated more than a foot. With a bang, his back hit the wall.

However, Feng Yi's long sword was as fast as a snake's tongue, and the tip of the sword pressed against the "Tan Zhong" acupoint on Bao Xiang's chest.

This is the fatal point in the human body. Bao Xiang suddenly felt a strong energy rushing straight to the point, and dared not move rashly.

Feng Yi sneered and said, "Is that the Blood Sword Scripture in your arms?"

Sweat beads suddenly rolled down Bao Xiang's forehead. He opened his eyes in shock and said with a stammer, "You...you..."

Feng Yi snorted: "Another treasure-delivering boy."

The tip of the sword slashed across Bao Xiang's chest. With a "swish", a yellow object was picked up in mid-air by the sword tip at the opening of his clothes.

Baoxiang was startled and quickly jumped up to catch it.

But his every move was under Feng Yi's control. Before he could grab the yellow bag, he felt a hidden force hitting his chest with a very fierce force.

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Bao Xiang was just trying to gather all his internal strength to resist, when with a bang, his whole body felt like it was struck by lightning. His body weighing more than 100 kilograms slammed into the wall behind him.

Although the wall was not very strong, it was made of mud. When he hit it, there was a loud crack and a large piece of plaster fell off with bricks and tiles, revealing a human-shaped hole in the wall.

Bao Xiang was embedded in the wall, and his bones and muscles immediately became weak and numb, and his internal organs seemed to be turned upside down. He was in unbearable pain, and a large mouthful of blood rushed out of his mouth. He said in a trembling voice: "You robbed... our martial arts, which is not right..."

Feng Yi's smile faded, and he said in a voice as cold as ice: "You are a lustful thief who has lost his mind. It is your good fortune to die in my hands today."

As he spoke, he stretched out his sword and raised it upwards. The yellow bag made a semicircle in the air and landed lightly on his left hand.

Bao Xiang's meridians and bones had been broken, but he still shouted with all his might: "This man... is innocent, and neither... can you!"

Before he could finish his words, his eyes widened and he died.

"clang……"

The sound of Feng Yi's sword being sheathed drowned out Bao Xiang's faint cry of reluctance.

Feng Yi opened the oilcloth bag and saw another layer of oil paper inside. He opened the oil paper and saw a small book on yellow paper. On the cover were a few lines of words written in a crooked manner that looked neither like words nor pictures. With his knowledge, he could not recognize what the words were and thought they should be Tibetan.

Turning it over, I saw a picture of a skinny naked man on the first page, one pointing to the sky and the other to the ground. It was extremely weird, and there were colorful and strange characters next to it, shaped like tadpoles, either red or green.

Feng Yi looked at the man in the picture. He had a hooked nose, deep eyes, curly hair, high cheekbones, and a dark face. He did not look like an upper-middle-class person, and his appearance was quite strange. He could not help but show a happy expression, knowing that this was the thing he wanted: the Blood Knife Sutra.

When Feng Yi was fighting with Bao Xiang, he saw a faint swelling in his chest, and thought it must be the Blood Knife Sutra, so he picked it out first. Then he killed him with a heavy blow, otherwise he was afraid that the book would be damaged and he couldn't read it! As for Bao Xiang's serious overestimation of Feng Yi's strength.

If he had the ability to attack Feng Yi at the moment when he was hit by the Blood Knife Patriarch, or if Feng Yi was hit by the knife in his Qi Sea when facing the Blood Knife Patriarch and his disciples, Feng Yi would naturally be unable to resist their continuous attacks and would inevitably fall into a situation where his life and death were not in his control.

But when Feng Yi was hit, even the Blood Knife Patriarch was in a daze, let alone others?

Before killing the Blood Knife Ancestor, Feng Yi walked very slowly on purpose and talked about this and that. He was indeed adjusting his luck.

The reason why he cut off the Blood Knife Patriarch's tongue and chopped off his limbs when he was bluffing was to give people the impression that he was injured, so he delayed time first and then killed him to silence him.

But at that time, he still had at least 60% of his combat power. When he ran here, the black blood he spit out was actually blood clots, and his internal energy had become completely unblocked.

You should know that in the original plot, Ding Dian was poisoned by the "Jinbo Xunhua" and his blood coagulated into a paste. He could recover some of his strength by spitting out blood.

Feng Yi was only hit by a little bit of the "Blood Knife Sutra" internal force. The two have the same properties. Compared with it, his highly accomplished Shenzhao Gong is like a stream in the ocean. The discomfort had long been dissipated and no trace disappeared.

It was just that Feng Yi ran fast and walked slowly on purpose, all to give people the impression that he was struggling to hold on. His pale face was caused by his reverse internal force, just to lure people in.

After all, it’s boring to run somewhere else to solve a problem that can be solved once.

Fortunately, hard work paid off, and he attracted the precious elephant and obtained the Blood Sword Sutra.

The only person I feel sorry for is Di Yun.

Both of his magical skills fell into his hands.

Thinking of this, Feng Yi suddenly had an idea...

Just as he was thinking about the beauty of this matter, he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves coming from afar, getting closer and closer, with a total of more than ten horses. Outside the alley, there was also the sound of boots and the noise of people. Someone said in a deep voice: "Is it really here?" This was Ling Tui Si's voice.

Several people rushed to say: "It's here."

"That's right, Big Dragon Head."

"Then the master's mark is here."

"And his loud laughter just now came from here."

“Cornel the entire street.”

Feng Yi was surprised and delighted when he heard this, and said to himself: "Is this a successful fishing trip, or is it that the tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop?" A sharp light flashed in his eyes.

He rewrapped the Blood Knife Sutra and hid it close to his waist.

Dozens of burly men in strong clothes and sharp eyes came in, surrounding Ling Tui Si.

Before Ling Tui Si reached within 50 meters of Feng Yi, he stopped and looked at Feng Yi with a slightly dazed look. He glanced at Bao Xiang with a look of surprise and said, "Rape and robbery deserve to be put to death!"

He said this to Baoxiang with disdain.

Feng Yi said calmly: "He committed rape and robbery, he deserves to be put to death, you are not much better than him?" Then he stepped forward.

With a clang, a man drew out a knife and pointed at Feng Yi and shouted, "How dare you!" "Feng Yi, how dare you talk to the leader like that?"

Feng Yi's eyes fell on this man and he said coldly: "Fade Chen, for the sake of you and I growing up together, don't force me to kill you!"

This Chen Fei, like the original body, joined the Longsha Gang when he was young. And Feng Yi had already seen that the people around Ling Tui Si were all from the Longsha Gang, most of whom were old acquaintances of the original body, and some were his subordinates.

After all, he was once a small leader of the Longsha Gang and had dozens of subordinates.

After hearing what Feng Yi said, Fade Chen felt a little guilty and timid. He sheathed his sword and said, "Feng Yi, the leader came here today because I want to say a few words to you. I am definitely not here to fight you. Why are you so hostile?"

Feng Yi was stunned when he heard that. He looked Ling Tui Si up and down and said with a smile: "So that's how it is. I haven't been close to the big dragon head for a long time. Let's get closer now." As he said that, he stretched out his hand and was about to walk closer.

Ling Tuisi raised the folding fan in his hand and shouted, "Don't come over here! If you have something to say, just say it!"

How could Ling Tuisi dare to let Feng Yi get close? Feng Yi smiled slightly, stopped, put his hands behind his back, and said, "What are you talking about? Tell me!"

Ling Tuisi waved his folding fan and said leisurely, "Feng Yi, things between you and me shouldn't have come to this.

I wanted to adopt you as my adopted son and even promised my daughter to you, but you judged others by yourself and always suspected that I would harm you, so you turned against me.

Well, no matter what, it's all over now. Fortunately, you and I are both fine. This is a blessing! We should just laugh it off for the sake of your father, right?"

Feng Yi said calmly: "What if I say it's not good?"

Ling Tuisi's face was as gloomy as water, and he was furious. With his status and position, he took the initiative to condescend and resolve the feud with Feng Yi. Unexpectedly, the other party made him lose face in this way.

The other members of the Longsha Gang were all furious and filled with indignation, but the gang rules were very strict, and no one dared to move until Ling Tui Si said something.

Ling Tuisi smiled bitterly and said, "Feng Yi, I know your martial arts are now the best in the world and no one can match you, but what else do you want from me?

You helped Ding Dian kidnap my daughter in front of me. I said I would let you go, and I did. I kept my promise.

It’s not that I’m afraid of death, but I feel that your father is my old brother, and he sacrificed himself for the cause of our gang.

You are a junior, and if you do something wrong, I should let you go for once!"

At this point, he paused and said, "The matter of the Wan family is because I am not only the leader of this gang, but also the prefect of Jingzhou. I have to give an explanation to the court and the elders of Jingzhou. You should understand my difficulties.

You are not injured, but you still won't give in. Do you really want me to kneel down and kowtow to you to apologize, or do you really want me to sacrifice my life in exchange for your sword?"

(End of this chapter)