Zoe Sakurako left without looking back.

Looking at her arrogant and depressed back, Qin Feng felt a mistake. Until his figure completely disappeared into the darkness, he came to his senses and smiled helplessly.

If you have a father, you must have a daughter.

The life of the sword god Sai Fujita is a brilliant legend. He is proud, noble, competitive and moral, and the same is true for his daughter.

Qin Feng knew that Zoe Sakurako did what she said.

He didn't kill her today, and he would definitely face her challenges in the future. It's just that the challenge at that time will only determine the highest and the worst, and will not determine life and death.

Qin Feng also believed that Zoe Sakurako no longer regarded her life as her own. If Qin Feng spoke, she would really give her a title without saying a word.

He can be said to be a hero among women! "Human hearts are so wonderful. Some people are treacherous and have no bottom line, while others are upright and honest."

Qin Feng smiled bitterly, but didn't think too much, shook his head and wanted to go home.

But at this moment.

"Hahaha!"

A rampant burst of laughter came out of thin air.

"Brother Qin Feng, see what you want!"

After the laughter, there was a rough shout like thunder.

Qin Feng's sword eyebrows were flying, and he felt a biting cold wind coming from behind him. He suddenly turned around and saw a rough and huge fist, carrying a thousand pounds of force, rushing to him.

Qin Feng was calm and calm, raising his big hand as if he was slow and fast, and gently patted his wrist just right after the fist, directly changing the trajectory of the fist.

A sharp fist passed by.

At the same time, Qin Feng suddenly stepped forward, turned his shoulder into a weapon, and pressed a jack hard on the strong chest of the visitor.

Bang! A muffled sound was heard, and the sudden tall figure retreated suddenly on the spot, dozens of steps in succession, barely stabilizing his body.

"Ah! It hurts so much!"

At the same time, a cursing voice rang out.

Qin Feng looked up and saw a middle-aged man in a long gown. He was tall and big, with a disheveled face, messy long hair and a big beard all over his face, almost covering his entire face, making people unable to see his appearance, but full of personality.

There are not many people with such personality in the martial arts world.

Who else can be there besides Chivalrous Shanzhuo not smiling?

"I've met Senior Zhuo."

Qin Feng bowed his hand slightly and said with a smile.

"What seniors are not seniors?

Martial arts are divided into strength and weakness, regardless of age. If you really want to be polite, I call you senior!”

Zhuo Buxiao laughed and said, "Speaking of this, after Brother Qin Feng corrected my Lion and Tiger Fist last time, my strength has improved by leaps and bounds recently!"

"Is that true?"

Qin Feng smiled and said, "I really can't see it."

"Can't you see it?"

Zhuo Buxiao couldn't smile anymore, and Nunu said aggrievedly: "I won't take you to attack people like this!"

Qin Feng shrugged and said nothing, saying that he didn't realize it was fake, but Zhuo Buxiao's so-called rapid progress was indeed nothing to him, but it was true.

It’s not that the gap between the two is too big, but that Qin Feng’s progress speed is even more terrifying.

This world is so unfair.

Some people practice hard day and night, and persist for decades, and it’s just like that. Some people only need to practice for two hours every day, play small games and read the official account that is whispering late at night. Occasionally, they can grow faster than all geniuses by helping beautiful women cross the road.

This is like a luxury car worth tens of millions. Some people can easily buy it from the moment they were born, while others can't afford a tire for their whole life... "It's midnight, Senior Zhuo must have just arrived in Yangcheng, right?"

Qin Feng suddenly laughed.

"That's not!"

Zhuo Buxiao said, "Haha, the sword god in Yingguo challenged you and sent invitation letters to all major sects in the martial arts world, asking us to come and be notaries. How can Xiayishan be absent?"

Qin Feng touched his nose and said, "Then you are really here to check the spot. You will have a decisive battle tomorrow morning. You will only arrive in the middle of the night today, so why don't you be late or not? "

"Haha, everything is in my control!"

Zhuo Buxiao laughed and said, "Besides, my sons from Xiayishan have long been stationed at Zhufeng Island. Even if I am late, they will take a video for me to see!"

Qin Feng was speechless.

The evil era of technology has made the martial arts people lazy! "By the way, brother Qin Feng, I heard that you have not agreed to accept the challenge of the sword god?"

As if he suddenly remembered something, Zhuo Buxiao ran to Qin Feng and asked in three steps.

"Yes, I haven't agreed yet."

Qin Feng said casually.

Zhuo Buxiao's eyes turned: "Then will you go?"

If you don’t go, you can say it quickly and I will go back to my Chivalrous Mountain.”

Qin Feng was stunned, smiled bitterly and pondered for a while, and sighed: "I will go."

As Zoe Sakurako said, in Qin Feng's heart, there was actually an answer.

The challenge of the sword god is not groundless. Even if Qin Feng doesn't go tomorrow, this battle is inevitable. Procrastination and escape have never been Qin Feng's style.

Furthermore, it is a matter of fame.

Qin Feng is also a patriotic person in his heart.

Even if the sword god has no choice but to be chosen, he is a native of the Ying Kingdom after all. This time, he challenged Qin Feng so high-profilely. If Qin Feng retreated and refused, wouldn’t it mean that China had lost its might?

If a man is determined to be in all directions, how can he make the country wronged?

"I knew you were very crazy. Not to mention just a sword god, I'm afraid even the entire martial arts world will challenge you, you won't retreat!"

Zhuo Buxiao laughed loudly, and then suddenly became solemn: "But to be honest, brother Qin Feng, I heard the news that you have to face this battle on Fengfeng Island, probably not just the sword god."

"I know."

Qin Feng nodded with a smile: "For fairness, the God of Sword invited all major sects in the martial arts world to come and be notaries, but there are many enemies in the martial arts world. They are notaries on the surface, but in fact, I don't know how many eyes are staring at me."

Zhuo Buxiao was stunned when he heard this: "You all know, why do you still have to go?"

"Don't you just said it?

Even if the entire martial arts world challenges me, I will not retreat.”

Qin Feng smiled lightly and said, "You look down on me so much, I can't let you down, right?"

"Damn, you kid is so crazy!"

Zhuo Buxiao took three steps in shock, stared at him and said, "Do you know that tomorrow, the people staring at you are not only Lu family and Qingcheng Mountain?"

If the major sects are bullying, if things really get hot, you will not be able to be protected by just a few martial arts sects!"

In order to seek fairness, the God of Sword has no intention of setting up a more terrifying trap for Qin Feng! Qin Feng knows all this well.

The night breeze is cool.
Chapter completed!