Whoosh whoosh…
In a quiet courtyard behind the restaurant, a figure leaped forward, and the shadow of his legs filled the entire courtyard.
There was no wind in the sky, but there was a howling wind in the yard, blowing objects all over the place.
call…
The figure stopped, and all the leg shadows slowly dissipated, revealing the person inside.
"Junior Brother Feng, I haven't seen you for a few days. Your Wind God Leg has improved again. Compared with Master, you have realized a different charm. I am really enviable!"
A voice came from the courtyard gate and Duan Lang walked in.
"Brother Duan, when did you arrive?"
The person in the yard was none other than Nie Feng. The martial arts he had just displayed was naturally the unique Wind God Leg passed down by Yan Xiong.
Different from Yan Xiong who exuded a sense of dominance when he performed the Wind God Kick, Nie Feng's Wind God Kick was full of agility and elegance, as if he was the incarnation of wind.
"I just arrived. I received news that the Fudimen would deliver a batch of deep-sea scale fish in Beiyuan City. I originally planned to rob them and send them back to the gang, but I didn't expect that the escort personnel of the Fudimen would be a bit tricky. Fortunately, I heard that you are here too, so I came to ask you to join me.
Junior brother, you should also know how precious the deep-sea scale fish is.
If the two of us brothers can send him back to the gang, it will definitely greatly improve the strength of our Tianxiahui.
By then, the master will definitely reward you and me..."
If the person in Beiyuan City was Bu Jingyun, Duan Lang would also ask him for help, but he would never be so direct.
But Nie Feng is different.
He and Nie Feng had supported each other since they were still slaves, and the relationship between them was truly that of childhood friends, so he didn't need to be polite.
"Deep-sea scale fish?"
Nie Feng was a little surprised.
Obviously he didn't know the news.
Duan Lang raised the corner of his mouth, feeling somewhat proud that he could obtain such secret information.
He got this news out of the mouth of an elite disciple of the Fudi Sect.
In order to pry the secret of Fudi Sect out of that guy, Duan Lang spent a whole night torturing him.
"Yes, it is the deep-sea scale fish! As far as I know, the Fudi Sect has spent a lot of money to buy this batch of deep-sea scale fish from the Shenshui Palace in order to recover as soon as possible because of the numerous casualties among its disciples recently."
Duan Lang nodded.
"How about the two of us?"
Compared with Duan Lang's boldness, although Nie Feng's temperament has changed a little due to his possession by the devil, overall, his temperament is still a little gentler.
“Don’t worry, we are going for the deep-sea scale fish, not to destroy them.
As long as we grab the scale fish and leave, with our martial arts skills, there will definitely be no accidents!"
Duan Lang said.
Although he wanted to kill a seventh-rank cultivator to make a name for himself, Duan Lang was not stupid and did not want to put himself and Nie Feng in danger.
So his target was only the scale fish.
…
The night gradually enveloped the earth.
The lights throughout Beiyuan City began to brighten.
Although Beiyuan City at night is not as prosperous as during the day, the flow of people is just as large, and the streets are full of martial artists with swords and knives wandering around.
"Brother, I will make the first move. After I attract the people from Fudimen, you take the goods and leave as soon as possible."
Two figures walked towards the north of the city, and Nie Feng spoke as they walked.
Hearing this, Duan Lang frowned.
Although he swore that nothing would happen.
But he was also afraid of accidents.
If anything happened to Nie Feng, he would be guilty.
After hesitating for a moment, he spoke:
"How about I be the bait?"
Their plan was simple.
After arriving at the place, one person took action to attract the attention of the elders and disciples of Fudi Sect, while the other took advantage of the chaos to find the scale fish and took it away directly.
Of the two, the attention-getting bait is naturally the most dangerous one.
He not only had to attract the attention of the two seventh-rank elders of the Fudi Sect and Li Liuchang, who was ranked thirteenth on the list of heroes, but also the attention of a large number of elite disciples escorted by the Fudi Sect.
After the other person succeeded, he still had to hold these people back.
The danger of one person facing so many people can be easily imagined. If one is not careful, he may lose his life.
“No need, I have already broken into the seventh rank. With the Wind God Leg and the Blood Blade given by my master, as long as those two are really only in the late seventh rank and not the peak of the seventh rank, then I have nothing to fear from them!”
Although he has a gentle personality, it doesn't mean that Nie Feng lacks confidence.
On the contrary, because of his strength, his confidence is no less than Duan Lang and others.
The reason I was a little cautious before was just because I was cautious.
When Duan Lang heard Nie Feng talking about the Blood Blade, he couldn't help but reveal a hint of envy in his eyes.
He really envied Nie Feng.
He had seen the power of this blood blade.
Back then in Songyao City, Yang Xuanming relied on this sword to fight a fierce battle with Yan Xiong, whom he admired so much.
However, although he was envious, he did not think much about it.
He learned the Broken Sword Technique taught by Yan Xiong, which destined him to only be able to use the sword.
Although this blood blade is good, it is not suitable for him.
"Well then! Be careful, and I'll come back to help you once I've hidden the scale fish."
Since Nie Feng said he could do it, Duan Lang naturally wouldn't continue to rush to be the bait.
His strength is only at the eighth level, which is much worse than Nie Feng's. He is indeed not as suitable as Nie Feng.
“By the way, the other sword that Junior Brother Feng is carrying should be the broken sword that Master brought back from Songyao!
Is there anything special about it? I see that both the master and you attach great importance to it. "
There was still some distance to the hidden stronghold of Fudimen, and it was still early in the morning, so it was not suitable to take action. Therefore, the two men were not in a hurry, but walked slowly.
On the way, Duan Lang looked at the other knife that Nie Feng was carrying.
He remembered that this knife was brought out from the Yang family by Yan Xiong and Xue Ren.
At that time, he was very curious why Yan Xiong often held the knife in his hand and pondered it.
However, out of respect for Yan Xiong, he did not dare to ask more questions.
Now he suddenly saw Nie Feng still carrying the knife, so he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
Nie Feng stretched out his only hand and gently stroked the knife that looked rusty.
After a moment of silence, he said:
"Master won't let me tell you where it came from, so you better not ask, Senior Brother!"
After a pause, he continued, "But, Senior Brother, one day you will know why I brought it with me."
Duan Lang was puzzled, not understanding why a useless knife was made so mysterious.
But he didn't ask any further.
Next, the two fell silent and just walked towards the target location.
It's not that there is any rift between the two of them.
Instead, they entered the northern streets of Beiyuan City.
The north of the city is where Beiyuan City’s brothels are concentrated.
For brothels, the night is the busiest time.
So at this time the street was full of people.
Although it hasn't reached the point where people are sticking close to each other, there is always someone walking by every one or two steps.
With so many people, it was naturally not suitable to continue the conversation.
After all, the things the two of them talk about are generally things within the gang.
These things cannot be heard by outsiders.
"arrive!"
After walking for another half an incense stick, the two stood in front of a brothel that seemed to be packed with customers.
The two men looked at each other, Duan Lang took a few steps back and disappeared into the shadows, while Nie Feng held his arm with his hands behind his back, drew out the blood blade and slowly walked into the brothel.