Zhao Xifeng's palm fell on the head of the old man pulling the cart without any surprise. The old man fainted without saying a word.

Zhao Xifeng did not use too much Yuanling in this palm, and the reason is very simple. He is still a wanted criminal in the Nominal Supervision Department. If he caused blood on the streets of the capital and alarmed the government, he would definitely not be able to leave.

The moment the puller fainted, Zhao Xifeng suddenly fell backwards and quickly retreated into the carriage. Sure enough, two Yin needles with slight Yuanling fluctuations almost flew across Zhao Xifeng's nose. Even if it was a moment later, it would be the end of the flying needle entering the brain!

More than killing old people, there is still killing!

Zhao Xifeng, who flew back into the carriage, did not stop, tied the package containing five Taoist swords behind his back with his left hand, and smashed the bottom of the carriage with his right hand and drilled out.

There were not many pedestrians on the small road in the south of the city, and there were no practitioners. I could only hear a sudden loud noise in the carriage on the street, and then my eyes blurred, as if something was passing by quickly.

In the needlework shop at the corner of the street, there was a little girl in her fifteen or sixteen-year-old wearing a floral cotton jacket and crossing a bamboo basket. She looked at the direction of the carriage, smiled playfully, and disappeared from the spot.

The beggar who had one armless arm, who was originally holding a broken bowl under the eaves, sighed and stood up, patted the dust on his pants casually, and followed slowly.

The direction Zhao Xifeng chose was a lake courtyard that he had just passed by.

Shengjing City is prosperous and has many tourist courtyards in the city. It is open to the people for free on weekdays. Zhao Xifeng chose to hide in the hiding place, and it is also a relatively famous one, called Nanhu Xiaoyuan. As its name suggests, an artificial lake that is twenty or thirty feet square is located in it. Below several hills are pavilions and towers for people to relax. If you are a few months later, when the flowers bloom, it will become an excellent place for those who are too lazy to leave the city for outings. Some academies will even hold spring poetry meetings here. At that time, young people gather and talented men and beautiful women will be a grand event.

However, in the deep winter, no one was willing to go out in the cold and snowy days, so Nanhu Xiaoyuan simply chose to close the hospital.

Zhao Xifeng hid here, one was to use the complex terrain here to deal with the killers, and the other was to be unwilling to fight among practitioners to affect ordinary people.

Of course, if he could escape, Zhao Xifeng would still choose to escape as much as possible. He did not have any luck in his heart. In Panlong Town, Zhao Xifeng had already shown his cultivation level above the Agreement Period. If the Killing Organization had revenge on his organization, it would definitely send enough power to erase him.

At this time, the lake surface will freeze in the small garden of Nanhu. The ice surface is not thick, and even adult men cannot stand on it. Zhao Xifeng never thought that he would let go of his body on the smooth mirror-like lake surface, which would become a living target for the flying needle assassin.

After entering the small garden, Zhao Xifeng kept walking against the wall until he encountered a small pine forest.

The pine forest is not dense and is far from enough to cover its body, but it is already the most protective place nearby.

Just as he flew out of the car, Zhao Xifeng felt at least three Yuanling fluctuations around him, one was erratic, but the most intense, probably the person who produced the needle, the other was stagnant and heavy, and the other was obscure.

Zhao Xifeng had decided to use this as a battlefield and would solve the monk who had the flying needles. The flying needles that had been passing by before him were too insidious. If they could not be eliminated first, they might die suddenly on the way back to the inn. If it weren't for his blessings, they would have been on the streets now.

After observing the environment privately, Zhao Xifeng carefully took out something from his arms, buried it in the soil, flew onto a tree, and hung another thing between pine needles. Then he found a place with dense dry grass, and used a dog-holding posture to restrain his whole body's breath and turned into a stubborn stone.

After a cup of tea, a light tune was remembered outside the woods. The sound was probably a girl. Zhao Xifeng looked out through the gap between the dead grass and saw a flowery dress jumping back and forth, which seemed light, but in fact it was a ghostly and could not be locked with the Yuan Ling.

"Don't hide from the kid inside, sister will see you!" The girl in flowery clothes gathered in front of her mouth and shouted to the woods, looking a little cute.

Zhao Xifeng naturally ignored him, kept his mind and remained unmoved.

After a while, the girl in flower clothes saw that there was no movement in the forest and pouted and complained: "It's boring."

At this moment, another male voice suddenly rang out, with a desolate and heavy voice. Before he spoke, Zhao Xifeng didn't notice that there was someone outside!: "Stop making trouble. The baby inside is someone who has been with Bai Hai Zuoshi. Don't capsize in the gutter, and embellish our reputation for priorities."

What a strange name, Zhao Xifeng recited it silently twice in his heart and kept it in his heart.

The girl in the flower dress still didn't give up and continued to shout, "Hey, little kid, meeting my sister is your blessing. At least not like other people in the organization, I will let you die clearly. Listen well, we are the fourth group of killers in the south of Shengjing City, the code name is priority. I am Qingyu Ling, and the disabled person next to me is Chong Qianjun. We have two other friends, so you won't be able to kill you. You may be able to see it in the next life."

A beggar with a strong mountain and river appeared next to the girl in flower clothes. She had a disabled left hand and an iron fist on her right hand. The beggar seemed very dissatisfied with her being called disabled, and snorted coldly and turned her head away.

Zhao Xifeng thought to himself: If you can meet you, you will be in trouble in the next life.

When the two of them were teasing each other, the people in the woods could stand their tempers and gradually became a little impatient. After all, compared to Zhao Xifeng, their identities were even more shameful. Once they were discovered by the righteous people, they would be rats crossing the street.

The beggar sneered and said, "I said, the boy inside is very slippery, so he still has to be hard."

After saying that, the beggar stood up straight and pressed the iron fist to the position of the broken arm. The iron fist gradually changed its shape and merged with the broken arm, turning into an arm that was always iron.

The beggar stretched out his iron hand and clenched his fist, and then pointed it with satisfaction, then raised it high and slashed it hard at the woods!

The strong wind followed, dust flew, and the grass and trees broke. Even the pine trees that had been for decades were shaking wildly and could break at any time, and Zhao Xifeng's figure was pulled out of the dead grass.

Seeing that the beggar was serious, he flew over with a long roar, and his voice was like a long dragon coming out of the water!

Zhao Xifeng saw it and was not panicked. He just smiled slightly, and a long sword fell from the sky and stabbed the beggar's back!

That was the sword and spring grass that Zhao Xifeng hung on the pine trees in advance!
Chapter completed!