Chapter One Thousand and Four: A Big Tree Will Attract the Wind

Xiaoxiang Sword School, Changyang Mountain City...

Walking along the familiar road, Lin Feng didn't linger, and went straight to Wangan's pawnshop in Dongling City. ≯≯ The speed is very fast. In the past, it took ten days and a half months to travel, but it arrived in just a short while. As the flagpole of Dongningzhou, one of the three largest cities, Dongling City is still prosperous.

There is a constant stream of traffic.

The familiar scenery, Taohua is still completely changed. I entered with Lan Xinyan that day, and today we are on each side.

"Xinyan may not have a bright future if he can become a teacher in the Immortal Pavilion, but at least... he must live a good life." Lin Feng is not worried about Xinyan's situation. Everyone has their own path and their own life. I am not a saint, so I can't control so much.

As the teacher said, the master leads the way, and the practice lies with the individual.

Xin Yan's future is in her own hands, and she has already done everything she can do for her.

"Wow~" The figure flashed by, Lin Feng still had a fresh memory of Wangan's pawn shop, and soon found the right direction, flashing like a ghost.

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Thousands of pawnshops.

The little old man sat on the rocking chair with his legs crossed, smoking a pipe and enjoying himself. He is the envoy of Dongning Continent, and he has a high status in the blood building. The former Seven Blood Killer, because of his mediocre aptitude, chose to retire instead of entering the world of Nirvana.

There are actually many such warriors, who are tired of fighting and killing, and live the life they want to live in their later years.

Basically, except for the occasional introduction of a few newcomers, there is not much to do with envoys. This can be regarded as the kind treatment given by the Blood Building to some old courtiers, allowing them to enjoy their old age after experiencing countless bloody killings. Although the Blood Building is an organization of killers, it still has a strong sense of humanity.

Suddenly——

"Shua!" The little old man's dim eyes lit up, and he stood up like a carp.

Looking around vigilantly and stunned, his eyes finally fell outside the counter, as if there was a gust of wind blowing, but the huge pawnshop was in full view, and there was no one in sight.

"An illusion?"

"There seemed to be a breath just now."

The little old man shrugged and shook his head with a dazed expression: "It seems that I am really old.

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"Is there?" A joking voice suddenly came from behind, enough to frighten the little old man to jump up on the spot, as if he saw a ghost, the pipe in his hand was almost reflexively stabbed, but he only moved less than ten centimeters, it is impossible to advance half a minute.

Wrapped by an invisible force, the little old man couldn't even use the slightest bit of strength.

"You, you!" The little old man's face was flushed. He is also an envoy after all, a majestic seven-blood killer. Although his strength has not improved greatly in the past few decades, his combat power is comparable to that of an eight-blood killer. In front of people, it is like a child who has just learned to walk.

The strength of the comer is so terrifying!

It was appalling.

"Don't you know me, sir?" It was Lin Feng who came, and he laughed jokingly.

"You are!?" The little old man's eyes widened, and it was only at this moment that he came back to his senses: "Lin, Lin Feng! Sword Demon Lin Feng!?"

The name of Sword Demon Lin Feng became famous after the Yaoxing War.

Not to mention that he was the one who led Lin Feng into the Blood Building that day, for which he received a lot of praise and rewards.

"Long time no see, sir." Lin Feng smiled.

"Uh..." The little old man was stunned, and he said angrily, "You bastard, you scared the old man to death as soon as you came back!"

"Isn't it the same way before, sir?" Lin Feng said with a smile.

The little old man smiled wryly: "Good luck, Lin Feng!"

Lin Feng smiled.

The little old man didn't pay much attention to it, it was like a small joke between friends who haven't seen each other for a long time, and the conversation soon became hot. As far as Lin Feng was concerned, even though it was Xue Yingkui who really led him into the Blood Building and changed his fate, the little old man was also his guide, so the relationship was good.

Some reminiscences.

"Lin Feng, your current strength should be at the same level as that of the five palace masters, right?" The little old man felt a little in awe.

The fifth hall master is the spiritual leader of the blood building, the key to the blood building's standing.

"Yes." Lin Feng smiled.

The strength of the five hall masters is probably at the top of the nirvana stage in the Nirvana world, and the average line of the sanctification stage is not very strong, but... there is no need to explain so much.

Here, the five palace masters are indeed the strongest power.

"Why are you so free today? Come to see me, little old man. I thought you should be so busy right now." The little old man laughed.

"Oh?" Lin Feng was slightly surprised.

He understood what the envoy meant. When he entered Nirvana that day, not many people knew about it, and the Blood Tower would not publicize it. He thought he was still in the Blood Tower.

"Did something happen in the blood building?" Lin Feng asked, looking at the somewhat stunned receptionist, he added: "I was in retreat before, and I just came out not long ago."

The little old man nodded suddenly: "I just said, the blood building is under attack now, how can you still have leisure time, it's like this..." Immediately, the little old man narrated what he knew, and Lin Feng listened patiently , nodding from time to time.

The accident still originated from the battle of Nirvana God Sect.

Together with Manzi, Chuuxue and Ronghuo, the four of them killed the Nirvana Mountain, exterminating the second-ranked sect in the mighty Thirty-Three Continents, shocking all sect forces. None of the five palace masters made a move, and the power of only four people was so terrifying. In addition, the mystery and horror of the blood building itself being a killer organization planted a seed among other strong forces.

Seeds of crisis.

Today, Ao Jianhui offended Xuelou and his sect would be exterminated, and in the future they would also follow in the footsteps of Nirvana Shenzong.

The implementation of each task in the blood building has already unknowingly created many enemies, and the accumulation of resentment and dissatisfaction will always explode. The demise of Nirvana God Sect is precisely the fuse.

"Wan Yao Gu and Lian Bao Zong took the lead, killing sword palace, Xuefu, Chihongsha, Gangquanmen, Suihanshanling five ten major sects united, plus other sporadic as many as more than a hundred large and small forces , has had an impact on the Blood Building for more than half a year." The little old man sighed.

"I didn't expect that the demise of Nirvana Sect would bring so much trouble to the Blood Building." Lin Feng felt a little guilty.

"The rabbit is dead and the fox is sad." The little old man said: "You don't have to blame yourself, this matter has nothing to do with you, the sects you unite are more or less related to the blood building, freezing three feet is not a day's cold , even if there is no demise of the Nirvana Sect, the catastrophe of the Blood Tower will come sooner or later."

"After all, it's because of me." Lin Feng said lightly.

"It should be said... the big tree attracts the wind." The little old man said.

"A big tree will attract the wind." Lin Feng said: "But...as long as the tree is big enough and strong enough, it will not be afraid of anything." After speaking, Lin Feng nodded to the little old man: "I have something to do, so I will leave first Yes, take over the envoy."

"Be careful." The little old man warned.

Lin Feng smiled.

With a wave of his hand, he left like the wind in an instant.

...(to be continued.) 8