1780 I won't stop you from being a hero

The two sides broke down in the talks. Feng Qingchen and the man in white knew that there was no need to talk any further. The two of them tacitly forgot what had just happened. The man in white no longer forced Feng Qingchen to hurt himself. He asked one of his subordinates to carry Feng Qingchen, and the group walked out...

The Ninth Prince had not arrived yet, and as soon as these people went out, they were blocked by Xuan Shaoqi and his men. Xuan Shaoqi's eyes were always on Feng Qingchen's neck, staring at the hand that was pinching Feng Qingchen's neck.

It's such an eyesore. I really want to chop off this claw.

"Palace Master Xuan, we meet again. It's a pity that Lan Jiuqing is not here, otherwise we could have discussed and exchanged ideas again. I miss those days very much." Nanling Jinfan looked pretentious, and it was obvious that he wanted to irritate Xuan Shaoqi.

"Don't worry, you will go to accompany Young Master Lan soon." Although Xuan Shaoqi was not familiar with Lan Jiuqing, Lan Jiuqing's death was not a pleasant thing for Xuan Shaoqi.

The martial artists around him were also filled with indignation. If Xuan Shaoqi hadn't stopped them, they would have rushed out long ago.

"It seems that you are not as useful as you thought. These people don't care whether you live or die." Nanling Jinfan looked at Feng Qingchen mockingly.

"As long as you can leave this village without losing a single soldier." Feng Qingchen naturally knew that for this group of martial artists, if they could kill Nanling Jinfan by sacrificing her, these people would definitely not care about her life or death.

If one person died, it could be said that she was willing to die to kill the devil, and it would not harm their reputation.

"You'd better guarantee that you are worth it, otherwise..." Everyone present understood the unfinished meaning in Nanling Jinfan's words.

A hostage is useless and will only die.

"Don't worry, Your Highness Jinfan. I have always known myself. I am not like some people who have ambitions higher than the sky but a life more fragile than paper." At this time, Feng Qingchen had no awareness of being a hostage.

"You are just showing off your eloquence." Nanling Jinfan was smart this time. He didn't take it personally, but instead took it out on Xuan Shaoqi: "Palace Master Xuan, you are a smart person. You don't need me to say more."

"What do you want?"

"Palace Master Xuan, there's no need to worry. You just need to make way for us and don't chase us like a dog. As for what I want, I think Ninth Prince has it." Nanling Jinfan made it clear that he didn't take Xuan Shaoqi seriously. Xuan Shaoqi didn't get angry and asked everyone to make way so that Nanling Jinfan and his group could go out.

“Palace Master Xuan, we can’t let this devil get away. He is harming the martial arts world and has committed many evil deeds. If we let him get away, who knows how many martial arts masters will die at his hands.” Killing the devil would mean that he would be a hero admired by everyone in the martial arts world, but not everyone could resist this wish.

"Okay, if you want to take action, I promise not to interfere." Xuan Shaoqi was more direct. He made a gesture of invitation and signaled the person who was shouting to come forward.

The man's face flushed red, but he did not forget to use his high righteousness to pull Xuan Shaoqi into the water: "Palace Master Xuan, everyone has the responsibility to eliminate harm for the martial arts world, and we all have an obligation to do so. At this time, you must sacrifice your relatives for the sake of justice and cannot be threatened by this devil."

"Hmph..." Xuan Shaoqi sneered, "You are indeed a great hero. I am not as noble as you, and I cannot sacrifice my relatives for the sake of justice, but I will not hinder you from eliminating harm for the martial arts world."

After these words were spoken, the person who was shouting felt like he didn't know whether to hit him or not, and it was so awkward for him to stand in the middle of the road.

“Hahaha…” The strange man in white behind Nanling Jinfan suddenly laughed wildly: “You martial arts heroes are so hypocritical. You are sacrificing your relatives for the sake of justice. What a great way to sacrifice your relatives for the sake of justice. Wait until I catch your whole family, and then you can sacrifice your relatives for the sake of justice.”

"The Lord is right, a bunch of hypocritical hypocrites." The weirdos behind him all echoed and spat at the man to express their disdain.

"Pooh...Pooh, Pooh." The others followed suit, making the man so ashamed that he couldn't even raise his head. However, he was not the type to prefer death to humiliation. After such a great humiliation, he not only did not fight back, but instead accused Xuan Shaoqi and others with a righteous look on his face: "You are a bunch of cowardly cowards. I will remember today's humiliation. It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. I will remember this vengeance and will repay you a hundredfold in the future."

After saying this, he jumped up and ran away, leaving those who knew him too ashamed to even look up, and also making others dare not force Xuan Shaoqi to sacrifice his own relatives for the sake of justice.

Nanling Jinfan and his group took Feng Qingchen away. Although everyone was unwilling, they dared not say much. Ling Mo's eyes flashed with disdain, and he quietly disappeared while everyone was not paying attention. However, he did not chase Feng Qingchen, but caught up with the man who had just run away.

The look in that person's eyes... Ling Mo was sure that he was not mistaken. That person did not hate Nanling Jinfan, but hated Feng Qingchen.

Such people cannot be kept.

After chasing for less than five miles, Ling Mo found the man's trail. He got close to him and did not give him a chance to react, killing him with a single sword strike.

After solving this hidden danger, Ling Mo took out the map to identify the location, and walked towards the place Feng Qingchen had agreed to in advance, preparing an ambush in advance...

Nanling Jinfan said in front of Xuan Shaoqi that the Ninth Uncle would prepare everything, but in fact they did not dare to confront the Ninth Uncle head-on.

"The Ninth Prince of Dongling is a man who is capable of great things. He will not be bound by his children's personal affairs." This was Nanling Jinfan's reason.

"In that case, what's the point of not letting us kill the villagers and insisting on taking Feng Qingchen as a hostage?" This was the question raised by the strange man in white.

"Under the condition that it does not affect the overall situation, Dong Lingjiu will make some sacrifices. Feng Qingchen is our life-saving talisman at the critical moment." Although there is a personal grudge against Nanling Jinfan, he is not wrong.

"I hope you are not wrong this time, otherwise... I don't care at all about using you to appease Dong Ling's anger." The man in white brought up the old matter again, making Nanling Jinfan extremely embarrassed.

Being a proud and arrogant person, he couldn't stand being insulted again and again, but unfortunately... he had to rely on the other person now.

Nanling Jinfan lowered his head, hiding the viciousness and murderous intent in his eyes.

Nanling Jinfan couldn't do anything to these weirdos now, so he took it out on Feng Qingchen. They had already arranged horses in a secret place. Before setting off, Nanling Jinfan had Feng Qingchen tied to the horse's tail and let her run behind the horse.

"Don't kill her." The man in white disagreed but didn't say much. In his opinion, as long as Feng Qingchen was not dead, Dong Lingjiu would not take it too seriously. It was not worth it for a woman.

The goal was achieved, and Nanling Jinfan rarely smiled. Feng Qingchen silently mourned for himself and for these weirdos.

If she died, the Ninth Prince would at most go crazy for her and seek revenge... If she didn't die, these weirdos wouldn't have a good ending either, because Feng Qingchen herself was not someone who could be easily messed with.

Feng Qingchen's hands were tied. Nanling Jinfan sat on the horse and looked down at her: "Miss Feng, run well. You are so delicate and tender. If you get scared, I wonder if the Ninth Prince will still want you."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness Jinfan. I think you'd better pay more attention to yourself. You can survive the misfortunes sent by Heaven, but you cannot survive the misfortunes you bring upon yourself. I'm waiting to see Your Highness get his retribution." Feng Qingchen curled his lips lightly, with a fake smile.

"Retribution? Hahahaha... I want to see what kind of retribution God will give me." Nanling Jinfan was not afraid at all. He raised the whip and lashed hard: "Go!"