As the horse knelt on the ground, Chen Feng and Murong Qiudi had already jumped out of the carriage and landed near it.
Chen Feng stared at the young coachman as a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.
The coachman was a quiet person. Up until now, Chen Feng did not know what his surname was, and Murong Qiudi did not have any intention of asking. However, Chu Feng could tell that this was a very dangerous and terrifying person. Although this person's driving skills were superb, no matter what he did, one of his hands would never leave his sword. He seemed to be ready to kill at any time and place, and also seemed to be prepared to die at any time and place.
It had been ten days since Chen Feng woke up. During these ten days, he had been with Murong Qiudi and the coachman day and night. He had never seen the coachman laugh or cry. It was difficult to see any expression on his face. This person seemed to have been deprived of his emotions and desires by the heavens a long time ago. He had lost all hope of survival and fear of death.
Chen Feng believed that even if such a person died at the hands of others, he would not have any expression on his face. However, he realized that he was wrong. At the very least, he could see the expression on the coachman's face.
At this moment, the usually cold and calm coachman actually revealed an indescribable surprise on his face. His eyes flashed with indescribable fear and hatred. The coachman's entire body was filled with intense killing intent. His hand gripped his sword tightly as he stared at the person wearing the bamboo hat standing in front of the carriage.
The hooded figure had no expression on his face. At this moment, the hooded figure seemed to have become the coachman of the past. Not only was there no expression on his dead-like face, but there was also no fluctuation in his eyes. It was as if this person had long ago no longer cared about anything around him. It was also as if this person had long since offered his soul to the King of Hell and became a ghost walking in the human world.
Chen Feng narrowed his eyes as he sized up the bamboo hat man. The bamboo hat man was not tall and did not look strong. He did not exude any aura of a martial artist, but this person just stood there quietly, making him feel as if a mountain was standing there. It was indescribably oppressive.
The coachman stared at the bamboo hat man, his sharp eyes already turning red. He stared at the bamboo hat man and said,"Red in the Central Plains, why are you here?”
Red in the Central Plains? As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Feng could not help but take a closer look at the bamboo hat man. He looked at the sword at his waist.
The pitch-black scabbard and the pitch-black hilt were simple and unadorned.
He sucked in a breath of cold air. Soul Searching Sword Shadowless, Central Plains Red! He glanced at Murong Qiudi, who had a calm expression on her face. Why would the most expensive assassin in the martial arts world, Red Spot of the Central Plains, suddenly appear here?
Chen Feng stared at the red dot in the Central Plains. There was no fear in his eyes. Instead, there was an indescribable joy in them. He did not say anything as he looked at the red dot in the Central Plains.
Red from the Central Plains looked at Chen Feng. He did not even look at the coachman. He stared at Chen Feng for a long time before saying,"I'm here to look for someone." His voice was calm, hoarse, and short. It was as if he was a swift sword that would not drag things out with others. In an instant, victory and defeat, life and death, would be decided.
"Who are you looking for?" The coachman pressed his sword and said coldly.
"Yan Thirteen." "Are you Yan Thirteen?" Red from the Central Plains stared at Chen Feng.”His voice was still short and hoarse, but his eyes were shining with killing intent and fighting spirit that anyone could see.
It was obvious that Little Red from the Central Plains was here for Yan Thirteen.
When Murong Qiudi stepped out of the carriage, she knew that the man in front of her was the famous assassin, Red Spot of the Central Plains. He was also the fastest swordsman in the Central Plains in the eyes of the people of Jianghu.
There was only One Red Spot in the Central Plains in the world. Only One Red Spot could have such a terrifying and dense killing intent.
That killing intent was not something an ordinary warrior could have. Only killers who had killed countless people had this kind of aura. It was a kind of terrifying aura that was not angry but dignified. No one could disguise this kind of aura.
She walked forward to the Red Face in the Central Plains and smiled.""If you want to find Yan Shisan, you should go somewhere else. We don't have Yan Shisan here.”
Murong Qiudi was about to say something, but she didn't, because someone else had already spoken.
This time, it was not the coachman who spoke, nor was it Red from the Central Plains. It was Chen Feng.
As soon as Red from the Central Plains finished speaking, Chen Feng had already spoken. He smiled and said,"Are you here to kill me?"
Red from the Central Plains stared at Chen Feng without saying a word. After a while, he said, Are you Yan Thirteen?"
"Do you think I'm not Yan Thirteen?" Chen Feng asked calmly.”
"I don't know. I've never seen Yan Thirteen.”"Are you Yan Thirteen?" asked Red from the Central Plains.”
Yes, I am Yan Thirteen." "Why are you looking for me?”His voice was very calm and casual, as if he was not talking to the world's top assassin, but to an ordinary old farmer.
Red from the Central Plains stared at Chen Feng. His expression was wooden, but he was wondering if the person in front of him was Yan Thirteen. However, he did not ask further. He only said calmly,"I have something to tell you."
"What is it?"
"It seems that the killer has nothing else to do.”Red Sparkle from the Central Plains said after some thought.
Chen Feng smiled and shook his head."Not necessarily."
"Oh?" Red from the Central Plains looked at Chen Feng curiously.
Chen Feng said slowly,"At least I know that prostitutes don't look for men just to ask for money. Sometimes, they will also give money."”
This was something that no one could deny, not even the Chinese server's Little Red.
Red from the Central Plains stared at Chen Feng and said coldly,"Unfortunately, I'm an assassin and not a prostitute.”
Chen Feng nodded. This was the truth, so he could only nod. He said,"I know that you are an assassin, the best assassin in the martial arts world. So far, you have killed at least 20 to 30 famous martial artists and have never failed once! However, even an assassin like you doesn't look for people to kill.”
"Then why do you think I'm looking for you?”
"Perhaps you're seeking death." Chen Feng said calmly.”He looked at Red from the Central Plains, whose pupils had shrunk, and said lightly,""Aren't there only two outcomes for killers to kill or be killed?”
Red from the Central Plains did not say anything. He slowly took off the bamboo hat on his head, and a cold and pale face appeared in Chen Feng's sight. A pair of sharp eyes stared at Chen Feng. They were sharper and scarier than swords. He said calmly,"You're right. There are only two outcomes for killers to kill people, and there are only two outcomes for people waiting for killers to kill. What do you think you'll get?”
Chen Feng smiled. He lowered his head and looked at the iron sword on his waist. Then, he looked at the red dot on the Central Plains and said,"I didn't need to think about it, I just needed to ask the sword at my waist.”
Red from the Central Plains nodded in agreement. Although he still suspected that this person was Yan Thirteen, one of the top ten swordsmen in Wandering Know-it-all's Weapon List, he still wanted to experience his sword skills.
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