Chapter 162 The Storm Is Coming
Luo Feng's status in Jianghu is extremely prominent.
Although Shenquan Sect is not one of the three major forces, it is still second only to the three major forces. Moreover, Luo Feng's talent is well known. With the support of "Southern God Fist" Xu Xiaoyu, he acts wildly in the martial arts. Who can't bear to see him? some?
But today, he was beaten to a serious injury and burned like this, which is really surprising.
Nan Dou Shenquan Xu Xiaoyu is an old man with a white beard, but his body is tough and his fighting power is unambiguous. Filled with anger, he had someone help Luo Feng into a room in the small fishing village, and immediately led more than a dozen disciples of the Shenquan Sect, out of the fishing village in a mighty manner, and ran towards the high cliff located to the west of the small fishing village.
In the small fishing village, there are not only people from the Shenquan sect, but also many other sects and families, including the Long family.
Long Moran was discussing matters with Long Zi and Long Qing not far away, watching Luo Feng struggle and run back from afar, and frowned when he saw Xu Xiaoyu's old hair soaring.
"A masked man who can set fireballs?"
Long Moran's heart moved, he snorted coldly, waved his hands and said, "Long Zi, Long Qing, you two come with me. I want to see if it's that kid wearing the mask!"
"yes."
Long Zi and Long Qing looked at each other and answered immediately.
Long Qing looked twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and his face always had nothing to do, as if he was a prodigal son. When he heard that he was going to find the masked man, he immediately became a little excited.
Meanwhile, Long Zi frowned at this moment. He was caught by Ye Feng with his dragon claws, and he knew that the masked man was very strong and talented, and Long Wan'er had probably already identified him...
pity.
Looking at Long Moran's back, Long Zi shook her head secretly, thinking that the Patriarch's mind is still too narrow.
The last time he came to the East China Sea, he told Long Moran about this matter, but Long Moran said that no matter what talent the masked man has, he should not even try to be his son-in-law. There is only one reason, and that is to marry Ye Feng. related.
Long Moran will never forget what happened twenty years ago!
"Since that kid is on the cliff, that girl must be there too. Watch closely and catch both of them back."
Long Moran gave an order, turned around and walked out of the small fishing village with a cold expression, the simple and simple scabbard hanging around his waist was eye-catching.
Long Zi and Long Qing followed closely behind, and in front of the three were "Nandou Shenquan" Xu Xiaoyu who took the lead in taking action, and a group of more than ten disciples of the Shenquan sect.
Long Moran was not afraid of confronting Xu Xiaoyu at all. In his opinion, when he found the masked man later, he was the only one who was qualified to judge. As for the Divine Fist Sect? Step aside.
Although Long Moran has only been in cultivation for less than sixty years, but due to his extraordinary talent, he has cultivated Fenghua Xueyue swordsmanship to the shocking third level.
This is one of the three major forces, the strength and arrogance of the Patriarch of the Long Family!
Two groups of people started to rush to the seaside cliff five kilometers away. Seeing this, some other martial arts practitioners in the small fishing village cheered up one after another and followed closely behind.
They wanted to follow along to watch the fun, but they were afraid of being hurt by the fish in the pond, so they stayed far away, just hanging far behind.
The beach with surging waves, the gloomy sky, and several waves of martial arts fighters marching along the way constitute a particularly classical picture.
...
Five minutes passed.
Ye Feng still hugged Long Wan'er, calmly waited for an opportunity, and jumped into the sea to leave.
The surrender that Li Feng hoped to see did not appear on the faces of the three of them, which made him secretly unhappy. Of course, as one of the executive captains of the National Security Bureau, he still has some patience. He pushed his gold-rimmed glasses leisurely and continued to wait.
Behind the towering cliffs is the vast East China Sea. The turbulent waves are like thousands of piles of white snow, bombarding the cliffs wave after wave, eroding the rock walls to an incomparable smoothness.
The gust of wind in the distant sky became more and more violent, and accompanied by layers of dark clouds, it struck swiftly and violently.
The storm is coming.
The few seabirds that were occasionally seen in the sky, evaded in panic, and quickly flew into the woods on the shore and disappeared. A bolt of lightning began to appear from the distant sky, and it seemed that it would not be long before it would sweep over.
The corners of Ye Feng's three people's clothes were blown up by the cold sea wind, and they looked particularly bleak under the flying leaves.
"what to do?"
Long Wan'er leaned against Ye Feng, with no expression on her white masked face, but she could feel a little nervous in her heart when she asked softly.
Li Feng, this name is really like a thunder in the rivers and lakes.
Even if he didn't do anything wrong, if someone in the martial arts fell into his hands, there would be absolutely no good fruit to eat. Just like their current situation, not only the mask will definitely be taken off, but also the two secret books of the Hidden Immortal Sect will definitely not be kept.
As for resistance?
In the face of people from the National Security Bureau, few people dare to resist. Anyone who kills a National Security Bureau will be sentenced to death according to special regulations. Even if he escapes by chance, he will become a wanted criminal nationwide.
This is the case for wanted criminals such as Whirlwind Axe, Soul Chaser, etc., and it will be quite miserable at that time.
Long Wan'er didn't want to have no room for survival in Huaguo in the future.
"rest assured."
Ye Feng said something softly, and suddenly he frowned, his consciousness spread far away, and he found a group of people running fast from the east.
A large group of martial arts people!
"God's Fist?"
Ye Feng soon discovered that the leader was actually an old man with a white beard who he met once in Changbai Mountain and who was still indifferent to Long.
He knew right away that it was not good, he didn't expect that Luo Feng ran very fast, and at this moment he had already called the disciple of Shenquan who was five kilometers away.
Immediately behind the old man with the white beard and the disciples of the Divine Fist School was the character who made Ye Feng's heart beat faster, Long Moran with a simple scabbard and an indifferent face!
"Your father is here."
Ye Feng whispered to Long Wan'er.
"What?"
Long Wan'er immediately became more nervous, Long Moran came here, if they were caught...
Nanfang stood beside the two with a solemn expression. He was also thinking about countermeasures, but after much deliberation, he had nothing to say when he met Li Feng, a radical in the National Security Bureau.
At this moment, the members of the National Security Bureau who surrounded the three of them also found the Shenquanmen and the Long family who had rushed over.
Holding his gold-rimmed glasses, Li Feng turned his head to see an old man with a white beard leading more than a dozen people rushing aggressively, and immediately shouted coldly: "The National Security Bureau is doing business, and the idlers are waiting to evacuate!"
The originally leisurely atmosphere immediately became tense!
"good chance."
Ye Feng didn't hesitate at all, turned around, pushed Nanfang, pushed him out of the cliff, and fell down.
The people from the National Security Bureau immediately reacted, but before they had time to move, Ye Feng followed closely behind, leaping out with Long Wan'er in his arms, and three figures fell one after another from the high cliff.
Under the cliff, there are surging waves, and the lightning storm in the sky is getting closer and closer!