On the side of the street, Yan Feng was watching the situation in the street. At the moment Qin Xiaobao appeared, he frowned. He wanted to take action just now, but suddenly he felt a strange and domineering aura appear. W     w★W★.

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"Xiaobao...how could he be here?"

Yan Feng's eyes were filled with surprise when Qin Xiaobao appeared, but there was also surprise. Qin Xiaobao's appearance here means that he had disappeared in the past six months.

"Donator Yan, don't you know that Brother Xiaobao is coming to the Ghost Market?"

Seeing Qin Xiaobao appear, the fat monk next to him shook his fat flesh and said.

"You know?"

Yan Feng was slightly stunned.

"Yes, not only me, but also Si Nan donor and Wei Wei's female donor, what, could they not tell you?" The fat monk said in surprise.

Yan Feng frowned, as if he had remembered that before he went to find the fat monk, Si Nanlie did stretch out his hand to him, as if he wanted to say something to him, but he was too anxious at that time and had no intention of listening to what Si Nanlie was going to say.

But I don’t care. As long as Qin Xiaobao is fine, it’s good. Yan Feng is more interested in Qin Xiaobao’s power at this moment.

The knife just now was fast and fierce, but it did not lose its strength, and the domineering intention that sensation came from...!

What Yan Feng was most puzzled was that he couldn't tell what realm Qin Xiaobao was. You must know that the purple-clothed masked man was Lingxu.

If you can kill him in seconds with such a knife, at least you must have the cultivation level of the Nine Palace Realm.

And the Nine Palace Realm cannot be concealed from Yan Feng’s Eye of Haotian.

On the street, the leading man in purple-clothed masked man was slashed with one knife. Qin Xiaobao walked towards the remaining more than a dozen men in purple-clothed masked man. Behind him, a handsome boy appeared and squatted down and carried the little boy lying on the ground.

The more than a dozen men in purple clothes kept retreating at this moment, pulling out the knife at their waists, and their faces were full of horror.

"Young Master, don't let them go!"

Qin Peng, behind him, carried the little boy on his back and shouted loudly. After all, they sneaked in secretly. He wanted to save people. The Yin-Yang Ghost Market is so big, there must be many powerful people, and it is definitely not possible to break through.

If these people go back to report the news now, it will be equivalent to exposing themselves and the two of them to the Yin-Yang Ghost Market. In this way, it will be meaningless to sneak in.

If the person is not saved by then, he may not have to take him in.

"Know!"

Qin Xiaobao looked at the more than a dozen masked men in purple, and didn’t know how many mortals in the ghost market were persecuted to death by them!

When I think of this, I get angry.

"I will not show any mercy to these people, nor should I show mercy." Qin Xiaobao said this as if he was saying it to himself. He carried the ghost-killing sword in his hand on his shoulder, shattered it in the strong wind, and his figure rushed into the dozen purple-clothed masked men in an instant.

All the mortals were stunned on the entire street at this moment. A young man, who had originally been tall, was cut into several pieces by the black sword in the boy's hand.

Screams, roars in despair...these sounds they originally loved to hear the most were coming out of their throats.

Blood spread over the ghost-killing sword, but it slowly disappeared and was absorbed by the ghost-killing sword. This knife... sucked human blood.

The little boy on Qin Peng's back was already stunned at this time. Looking at this back, the back carrying a big knife, there was infinite shock and longing in his eyes!

"Xiaopeng, go!"

After killing the person, Qin Xiaobao raised his eyebrows and vaguely walked towards this side. If he continued to delay the fight, the matter would get bigger and bigger.

Turning around and running towards the back street, Qin Peng hurriedly followed behind with the little boy on his back.

It was just a coincidence that when Qin Xiaobao ran back, he happened to pass by Yan Feng's side. The wind brought by running caused Yan Feng's hat, but he did not recognize Yan Feng. The two of them disappeared on the street in a flash.

"Don't you catch up with me?" The fat monk looked at Qin Xiaobao and the others' disappearing backs.

"No, just look at it, there is no need to meet up for the time being."

Yan Feng spoke lightly, but looked at the intersection of the street. At this moment, more than a dozen people wearing purple masks rushed over. Although their cultivation was not high, they could not leave any traces of their work.

Yan Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head. Although Qin Xiaobao is much more capable, he still has the same temperament and carefree work.

Seeing dozens of people at the intersection of the street, Yan Feng's eyes instantly turned golden, and more than ten golden streams of light flowed out quietly from under the hat.

It arrived in an instant and fell into the minds of dozens of people. These people were all killed in one breath!

Immediately afterwards, Yan Feng waved his hand, and the Shura fire pierced the sky. The bodies of the purple-clothed masked men were burned to ashes in the Shura fire, and at the same time there was an invisible aura floating in the street. When the aura dissipated, all the mortals on both sides of the street looked confused.

At first, they were stunned, and they all wondered why they suddenly walked out of the house and came to the street. Then they saw the food at the intersection, and there were no guards, and they rushed up one after another.

Yan Feng erased the previous memory of these mortals, otherwise these people would sooner or later leak the news.

As for the body of the little boy's grandfather, Yan Feng opened his hand slightly. There was a handful of ashes in his hand. When the other hand flipped, a small bottle appeared. The ashes turned into thin streams and slowly entered the bottle.

With a sigh, Yan Feng and the fat monk, the two left the street.

The night was dark at the nine peaks of Maoshan, and the mountain gate was in the dark. Ning Wei walked out of Maoshan alone, carrying a small shoulder bag on her shoulder, and there were several clothes for changing clothes inside.

Finally, he looked at the Maoshan Gate. Ning Wei's face looked a little strange. He thought to himself why there were no disciples guarding the night guard at the mountain gate tonight, but he couldn't care about so many at this moment. Ning Wei had a certain expression in her eyes, so she turned around and went down the mountain!

Just as she left the Maoshan Gate, a man appeared at the mountain gate. The man was Gu Xiao, behind him, and there was a place on Ning Wei's route from Maoshan, where two Maoshan disciples fainted on the ground.

These two disciples were disciples of the Si Nanlie Sect who visited Ning Wei, but unexpectedly, they were secretly knocked down by Gu Xiao.

And those night-watching disciples who were at the mountain gate tonight were also dealt with by Gu Xiao early on.

"That's all I can help you."

Looking at the back of the woman who was leaving, Gu Xiao had a loss in his eyes. He liked Ning Wei, and he had always liked it since the moment he saw Ning Wei... But he knew that this girl who was perfect in his eyes was a man three years younger than her, or a boy.

Gu Xiao had a smile on his face. I don’t know if this smile was a bitter smile or a ridicule of himself.
Chapter completed!