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"Haoxuan, most of these corpses seem to be gathered outside Xiao Yifeng's apartment. Could it be that he killed these people?"

After Mei Yanyan vomited, she spoke with a pale face.

"this……"

Lan Haoxuan couldn't believe that all of this was done by the boy Xiao Yifeng he wanted to deal with.

But all of this seemed so coincidental that one had to suspect that Xiao Yifeng did all of this, and that Xiao Yifeng was covered in blood, as if he had just killed someone.

"If it was really him who did it, then this person is too terrifying, we can't afford to provoke him!"

Lan Haoxuan said with an ugly face.

"Then what should we do now?" Mei Yanyan's face was pale and full of fear.

"Go, get out of here immediately, and pretend you haven't been here before."

Lan Haoxuan said quickly, and quickly left here with Mei Yanyan.

On Xiao Yifeng's side, he had just left the hotel with his two daughters when suddenly a black Audi drove over and stopped in front of them.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man in a suit came out. It was the Song family, Song Zhiyuan.

"Mr. Xiao!"

Looking at Xiao Yifeng, Song Zhiyuan showed a touch of joy on his face, and walked over quickly.

"President Song, why are you here? Do you know each other?"

Ye Yaxin recognized Song Zhiyuan at a glance, and she looked a little surprised.

"President Ye, Mr. Xiao once saved my father's life. I heard that you came to Suzhou and Hangzhou, so I wanted to come and see it. It's just that you..."

Song Zhiyuan said, seeing Xiao Yifeng covered in blood, his expression changed slightly.

"It's okay, I had a big battle with Feidaomen."

Xiao Yifeng said lightly.

"Flying Knife Gate?"

Song Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes and looked startled.

"Then Mr. Xiao, where are you going now?"

"Find another place to live!"

"In that case, you might as well stay at my Song's house for a night first, just as my father also wants to meet Mr. Xiao!"

Song Zhiyuan said quickly.

"President Song, this is not good!"

Ye Yaxin looked at Song Zhiyuan a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, Mr. Xiao is my Song family's benefactor, this is nothing." Song Zhiyuan shook his head.

"Go, get in the car!"

Xiao Yifeng was not polite, he pulled the two girls into the car.

Ten minutes later,

Xiao Yifeng and others came to Song's house, a magnificent villa.

"Mr. Xiao, I'll let someone take you to take a bath first, and change your clothes again."

Song Zhiyuan looked at Xiao Yifeng, who nodded.

Xiao Yifeng took a bath again at Song's house, washed off all the blood and bloody smell from his body, and put on new clothes.

In the lobby of the Song family, the old man of the Song family was sitting here. When he saw Xiao Yifeng walk in, a smile appeared on his face.

"Mr. Xiao, we met again. I haven't thanked you for saving my life last time!"

Mr. Song looked at Xiao Yifeng and said with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Song, you are being polite. We will trouble you tonight." Xiao Yifeng said.

"It's okay, it's okay, but Mr. Xiao, I heard from Zhiyuan that you had a conflict with Feidaomen. What's going on? Do you need my Song family's help?"

"Although my Song family is not a big family in Suzhou and Hangzhou, I have met the master of the Flying Sword Sect several times, and we can talk."

Mr. Song looked at Xiao Yifeng and asked.

"No need, I killed hundreds of them, it doesn't matter what you say."

Xiao Yifeng shook his head.

Both Mr. Song and Song Zhiyuan were startled when they heard Xiao Yifeng's words, and there was a look of astonishment in their eyes.

"Anyway, thank you Mr. Song for your kindness. It's late, so I'll go to rest first. I'm a little tired after killing so many people."

Xiao Yifeng shrugged and left.

"Father, this..." Song Zhiyuan looked at the old man, whose eyes flickered.

"Father, something happened!"

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, and Mr. Song's second son, Song Zhijun, rushed in.

"What happened to Zhijun?"

Song Zhiyuan looked at Song Zhijun.

"Father, brother, I just got the news that the Flying Daomen suddenly sent hundreds of people to the Sun Hotel tonight led by Qiu Mu, as if to deal with someone."

"As a result, hundreds of Flying Dao Sect elites including Qiu Mu died tragically in the hotel. This incident has shocked many people."

Song Zhijun said.

Click!

Immediately, Song Zhiyuan and Mr. Song's hearts trembled.

"Mr. Xiao seems to live in the Sunday Hotel, is it true?"

Song Zhiyuan's face changed slightly.

"It seems that this son is indeed an extraordinary person, unexpectedly possessing such great strength." Mr. Song said lightly.

In the Feidaomen headquarters, in a hall, the atmosphere was extremely heavy and oppressive.

Duan Canghai, the master of the Flying Knife Sect, was standing here wearing a black training uniform, exuding an extremely cold air, his eyes rippling with endless murderous intent, and lying in front of him was a dead body, it was Qiu Mu. corpse.

A terrifying killing intent spread, making the void seem to freeze. This killing intent soared into the sky, reflecting the anger in Duan Canghai's heart.

"Qiu Mu, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you!"

"Xiao Yifeng, I, Duan Canghai, will definitely let you die!"

Duan Canghai's eyes were condensed, and a cold and terrifying murderous intent burst out, with an aura as terrifying as thunder.

On the other side, Qi Zhenghua also got the news, and his face looked very ugly.

"Where did this kid come from, I can't find any information, and his strength is so terrifying!"

Qi Zhenghua's eyes flickered, and his eyes shone brightly.

"No matter who you are, I will let you die in Suzhou and Hangzhou to be buried with my grandson!"

Qi Zhenghua snorted coldly, his expression a little ferocious.

Time flies, and soon a new day arrives. Xiao Yifeng wakes up from his cultivation, and his whole body appears full of energy and energy.

The killing last night made Xiao Yifeng feel that his whole body was well relaxed, and he vented all the emotions accumulated in his heart.

At the same time, he felt that his comprehension of the Stellar Qi Realm was a little deeper, and the distance from the Stellar Qi Realm seemed to be closer, and it was possible to break through at any time.

"It seems that fighting is the essence of strength improvement!"

Xiao Yifeng muttered to himself.

Leaving the room, Xiao Yifeng came to the Song Family Manor, moved around lightly, feeling the light of the morning sun, and felt extremely comfortable all over his body.

"Mr. Xiao!"

At this time, Song Zhiyuan's figure came over.

"President Song, good morning."

Xiao Yifeng looked at Song Zhiyuan and smiled slightly.

"Mr. Xiao, do you know that the Flying Daomen lost hundreds of people last night, including the news of the death of the Flying Daomen's general Qiu Mu? Who is it?"

Song Zhiyuan looked at Xiao Yifeng and said.