"You…"
"Why…"
"Kill me…"
Zhen Zhibing didn't understand why the person he had just met would kill him and was so merciless. He didn't even tell him his name. This made him go to hell. He didn't even know how to answer the King of Hell's questions.
With deep doubt and unwillingness, Zhen Zhibing fell to the cold ground.
The disciple who reported the news was shocked by this scene. His body trembled and his pants were wet. The sword in his hand fell to the ground with a thud. His face was filled with fear.
" Don't kill me, don't kill me…"
"Don't worry."
Qin Feng's tone was gentle, and there was a smile on his face that was like a spring breeze.
However, in the eyes of the Quan Zhen Sect's disciples, it was like a devil's smile. Their legs went weak and they knelt down.
Qin Feng, who was incomparably carefree, waved his hand. He thought for a moment and said,
"Go, get me a jug of wine!"
Under such circumstances, it would be unreasonable not to drink some wine to celebrate.
He calculated the time. In a few hours, he would be able to check in, which would refresh every day.
In the past, check-ins were all strange things.
Two days ago, there was a box of Sophie, the kind that was super elastic and fit.
It almost broke his defense.
This system was like a friend of women. The things that came out were either for women or for men.
But today, Qin Feng had a strong premonition.
This sign-in was going to be a big one.
After being in the dark for so long, it should be time for him to die.
Moreover, killing Zhen Zhibing was enough merit to become a saint on the spot. He could at least have a burst of luck.
Therefore, Qin Feng decided to wait until he was done signing the contract before leaving.
After a while, the young Taoist priest returned with a pot of wine in his hand and a few dishes that went with the wine.
He placed them in front of Qin Feng one by one. The Little Daoist poured wine nervously and then retreated to the side, not daring to make a sound.
Qin Feng drank a mouthful of wine and ate a mouthful of food. He said helplessly,
"Sigh…"
"The wine is good, but the dishes are a little unsatisfactory.”
Eating Huang Rong's dishes on Peach Blossom Island every day had really raised his appetite. Ordinary food tasted like chewing wax.
"Hero, this is already the best food in the sect.”
The young Taoist priest knelt down again, tears falling down as he cried,
"This originally belonged to the Hierarch, but I stole it.”
Qin Feng looked up and the Little Daoist immediately did not dare to make a sound.
"Have you learned Quanzhen Sword Style?"
Qin Feng drank his wine and suddenly asked.
"I have."
The young Taoist priest nodded honestly.
"Do you have any secret manuals on you?"
Qin Feng asked again.
"No, I haven't."
The young Taoist priest shook his head in fear.
"Oh."
Qin Feng nodded. After a moment of silence, he said,"
"Let's see how many moves you can play."
The Little Daoist was overjoyed. When Qin Feng was silent, he thought he was going to be killed.
Now that they were only practicing their sword techniques, they naturally did not dare to refuse.
Just as he was about to pick up the sword that had fallen to the ground, a vigorous voice suddenly came from outside.
"Since you want to see the Quanzhen sword technique, why don't you let me show you?”
Before he could finish his sentence, Hao Datong, one of the Seven Sons of Quan Zhen Sect, walked in.
He glanced around the guest room and saw Qiu Chuji's second disciple, the most outstanding among the third generation disciples and the one who had the potential to become the leader of the third generation disciples, Zhen Zhibing, lying in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open. Quan Zhen Sect's sword was stabbed into his chest.
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