The young man's experience caused discussion among the people around him: "I'm afraid this child has offended someone."

"Oh, look at those people, tsk--"

"Stop watching, be careful to get into trouble." A timid reminded his companion with concern.

"I know, but this kid...oh—"

Just as everyone was talking, a man suddenly stood up and said, "Stop! You dare to commit crimes and hurt people in broad daylight. Are you not afraid of retribution?"

The men stopped, looked at the man who said he would stop him with a sneer, and then raised his feet and stepped on the young man lying on the ground.:

"Do you want to meddle in other people's business?" The man in the lead looked down at the man who said he was blocking his words and sneered: "Boy, are you from other places? Get out of here, be tactful, otherwise you will be careful to die in a foreign land."

The man looked at the man without fear on his face: "Do you still have a king's law?"

The man glared at him and then burst into laughter, as if he had heard the funnyest thing in the world.

"The king's law? The sky is high and the emperor is far away. Can we control us? In Tongzhou we are the king's law!"

Seeing this, the people around him shook their heads and sighed, looking as if they were disappointed: "This young man is so stupid."

"That's right, how could he know that this place is not as good as the capital, and this place is strong and powerful, but not as powerful as the local snake!"

"Young man, forget it, let's just pretend that we didn't see it. They are famous overlords in Tongzhou."

"Oh..." Everyone shook their heads and dispersed, preparing to go home on their own.

Seeing this, Sheng Zhiyao couldn't help but feel angry: "How can you stay out of trouble? It's because of your indulgence this time that they are getting worse!"

"Oh!" Several men raised their eyebrows at the same time and looked at Sheng Zhiyao and his group with pity and contempt.

"A little girl is here to show off her skills, are you tired of living?" One of the men snorted coldly.

The other person also echoed: "This girl is not aware of the world. We brothers will let her taste the great things tonight."

After he finished speaking, he smiled evilly, stretched out his fingers to touch Sheng Zhiyao's pretty face.

With a "swish", Feng Yuanchen pulled out the sword from his waist and cut off the man's arm directly. Sheng Zhiyao took two steps back in disgust.

"Ah--" A bitter howl pierced the silent night sky, and everyone stopped and looked at the scene in shock.

"Boy, you're looking for death!" The other two men shouted in anger and angrily, then rushed towards Feng Yuanchen quickly, "I'm useless to you!"

Feng Yuanchen curled his lips with disdain and placed his sword across his chest.

The two quickly fought together, and the sword wind rustled. Although Feng Yuanchen was only about fourteen years old, his moves were already extremely sharp and his movements were fast, not inferior to ordinary people in the world.

Moreover, he was ruthless and tricky in his actions, taking away the opponent's life with each sword, leaving no way out for the enemy.

A "puff" sound came, and blood sprayed again. Feng Yuanchen cut off one of the other's arms again. One of the men covered the injured part and fell to the ground.

The remaining man stared at the boy with a vicious face in horror and said in a trembling voice: "You, you..."

"What are you?" Feng Yuanchen interrupted him ruthlessly, "You dare to touch my Zhiyao. It seems that you are tired of living!" After saying that, Feng Yuanchen bullied himself again.

"No, give up!" The man was frightened and hurriedly begged for mercy.

Unfortunately, Feng Yuanchen did not intend to let him go. Feng Yuanchen narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a cruel murderous intent: "Since that's the case, you should go on the road first."

Feng Yuanchen jumped up and waved the sword in his hand and slashed at the man hard.

When the man saw that Feng Yuanchen was really going to kill him, his eyes widened and he shouted hysterically: "Help--"

However, no one around paid attention to him.

The village names were both shocked and a little scared.

The man was desperate and watched Feng Yuanchen's sword pierce his throat.

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Bang!" A muffled sound came, and everyone was stunned. The arrogant man who had just been arrogant and domineering, had already died on the spot.

"You dare to kill us! Do you know whose people we are?" The first man with broken arms was furious and threatened with gritting his teeth.

Feng Yuanchen glanced at him disdainfully: "It's just a group of mobs, it's not worth my brain."

"Bastard, how dare you insult me?" The man was completely angry, raised the knife in his hand and slashed at Feng Yuanchen.

Feng Yuanchen's eyes flashed slightly, and the sword in his hand swept, and the man's head exploded like a watermelon.

The smell of blood filled the entire street. People around them looked at the scene in surprise. They were all so scared that their legs were weak and they sat on the ground. Some women even cried out in fear.

Sheng Zhiyao nervously grabbed Sheng Hancheng's sleeve and hid behind him and did not dare to look at Feng Yuanchen: "Second brother, will Yuanchen..."

Sheng Hancheng turned around and gently stroked Sheng Zhiyao's hair, comforted softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here with my second brother, Yuanchen just doesn't want you to be bullied."

Sheng Zhiyao snuggled in his arms obediently, feeling her heartbeat very fast.

She glanced at Feng Yuanchen. This was the first time she had seen Feng Yuanchen kill people like this.

His movements were simple and crude, without any hesitation or hesitation, as if he was doing something extremely ordinary.

Sheng Zhiyao's eyes followed Feng Yuanchen, and he slowly withdrew his sword, with no expression on his cold face, as if the god of death was coming, which was creepy.

Sheng Zhiyao swallowed secretly, feeling cold all over. She suddenly remembered a poem: Three thousand flowers bloom on the road, like an immortal descending to the mortal world.

Feng Yuanchen is such a person, but he is not like a banished immortal who descends to the earth, but a ghost and god descend to the earth, and is extremely handsome.

His cold face reveals the coldness and distantness that keeps people from thousands of miles away, but it still cannot cover up his dazzling light and makes people unable to see it open.

Feng Yuanchen's eyes passed over the crowd and fell on the stunned Sheng Zhiyao, frowned slightly.

He held the sword and slowly walked to Sheng Zhiyao: "Are you injured?"

"No." Sheng Zhiyao shook her head, lowered her head, and did not dare to look at his eyes, but just explained in a low voice, "We will leave here immediately now to avoid getting into trouble."

"Okay." Feng Yuanchen didn't ask much, and took her hand and walked towards the inn.

"Oh, stop, don't try to escape!"

Suddenly, a loud shout sounded, Feng Yuanchen suddenly pulled Sheng Zhiyao and stopped, looking around with cold eyes, looking for the culprit.

I saw a fat and bloated middle-aged man with five or six servants standing in front of them, holding long sticks in his hands, staring at them with fierce eyes.

"Who are you?" Feng Yuanchen asked in a deep voice.
Chapter completed!