Three days before the end of rebirth

Shi Feiyu carefully examined Chen Xinglie.

I haven’t seen you for a month, what happened?

Senior Brother Xinglie, who is usually timid, has become so heroic!

Shi Feiyu's eyes narrowed and he asked: "Could it be that Senior Brother Xinglie's current strength is stronger than I imagined?"

"Today is different from the past." Chen Xing shook his head and said with a bit of sadness in his tone: "You can't even imagine the strength of Senior Brother Xinglie."

Can't imagine?

So how strong is it?

Shi Feiyu's bright eyes were full of surprise, and suddenly he looked startled, remembering what happened last night.

Inner disciple Fei Zhi was cut off by Senior Brother Xinglie with a sword, and his hand was cut off. In an instant, more than twenty outer disciples were all chopped down by Brother Xinglie's sword, like cutting grass!

Such strength...

Even those true disciples of Qingyang Sect may not be able to compare with him.

Shi Feiyu closed his eyes and felt the unimpeded flow of qi and blood in his meridians. The injuries caused by his previous practice had completely healed overnight.

The elixir is extraordinary and can cure the disease!

Where did you get such a pill?

Shi Feiyu was confused.

However, she didn't ask any more questions.

Shi Feiyu doesn't like to inquire about other people's secrets, just as she doesn't like others to inquire about her secrets...

Chen Xinglie raised his head and looked at the sky.

At this moment, it's just after morning.

It's still very early at noon.

"Junior Brother Feiyu, do you want to drink?"

Chen Xinglie didn't wait for Shi Feiyu's answer, strode towards the restaurant on the street, and said without looking back, "I'll treat you!"

drink wine?

Shi Feiyu frowned slightly.

In the past, Chen Xinglie only went to the brothel to drink wine, and he often got jealous with others. He would fight with others, but he always failed. He always needed Shi Feiyu to help with his sword. After winning the fight, they would continue drinking together in the brothel...

...drink flower wine.

The restaurant's business is booming.

There were several tables of drinkers sitting in the hall.

When Chen Xinglie came, the guests had been talking loudly and clearly did not take Chen Xinglie, an inner disciple of Qingyang Sect, seriously. Obviously, what happened last night has not yet reached the ears of these ordinary people.

When Shi Feiyu arrived, the whole restaurant became quiet.

Shi Feiyu's fierce reputation spread far and wide!

Especially when Shi Feiyu appeared next to Chen Xinglie, as usual, he usually carried a long sword and helped Chen Xinglie to kill people.

So who will Shi Feiyu kill this time?

The drunkards secretly speculated and were frightened.

Shi Feiyu strode over and sat at a table with Chen Xinglie.

The restaurant serves food very quickly.

Shi Feiyu picked up the chopsticks and ate, bite by bite, with great detail.

Whenever she put the chopsticks into her mouth, she would lightly purse her lips and suck all the soup on the chopsticks into her mouth, refusing to waste a drop.

Most of the dishes on the table were quickly wiped out.

Even the soup on the plate was poured into the bowl by Shi Feiyu and was eaten cleanly.

Is this girl's stomach a bottomless pit?

How long has it been since you had a meal?

The dignified inner disciples of the Qingyang Sect have no worries about food and clothing. Is it necessary to eat so exaggeratedly?

Is this the reincarnation of a starving ghost?

Chen Xinglie was dumbfounded and ordered another table of food and two jars of wine, saying: "When you are full of wine and food, killing people with a sword is one of the great pleasures in life!"

…………

Donggang.

Guang Zhengping's mansion is a luxurious mansion, covering a vast area, more than ten times larger than Chen Xinglie's courtyard.

Songkun held the envelope and stood in the distance, looking at the mansion in front of him, not daring to step forward.

This is not sending a letter, it is simply sending a life!

Song Kun guessed that as long as Guang Zhengping read the urging letter, he would definitely be furious, and the first person to kill would be the person who sent the letter.

What if I don’t deliver the letter?

Don't die faster!

On the way to deliver the letter, Song Kun tried to escape halfway, but was caught up by Li Qinglian as soon as he ran a few steps away.

How can the outer disciples of the Qingyang Sect defeat the true disciples of the Tushan Sect?

Songkun was severely beaten and immediately became honest.

But now, with Guang Zhengping's mansion right in front, Song Kun hesitated again.

"Repented?"

A voice suddenly sounded.

Song Kun turned around and found that the person speaking was Li Qinglian. He immediately shrank his neck in fright, shook his head repeatedly, and said, "Don't dare! Don't dare!"

"Why don't you go deliver the letter quickly?"

Li Qinglian pointed to the mansion in front, gave orders, and said: "Remember! Let Guang Zhengping go out to get the letter in person. The master thinks highly of him by delivering the letter to him. If he doesn't even leave the door, doesn't it mean that the master is in Guang Zhengping's presence?"

Are you inferior to others in front of me?"

Songkun had no choice but to take the envelope and move forward.

"If I hadn't bullied Senior Brother Chen before and wasn't recorded in his account book, I wouldn't be caught delivering letters now..."

"Today, I will probably have to explain here!"

Songkun felt extremely regretful.

Before reaching the door of Guang Zhengping's mansion, Song Kun was already soaked with cold sweat.

"Excuse me, please inform me..."

Songkun walked to the gate and spoke a few words to the gatekeeper.

Not long after.

The door of the mansion is wide open.

"Which blind bitch dares to ask me to come and get the letter in person? I want to see who it is..."

A high and domineering roar came from the courtyard.

A dozen inner disciples of Qingyang Sect and a large group of outer disciples walked out surrounded by a tall man with sinister eyes.

"Greetings to Senior Brother Guang!" When Song Kun saw this person, he hurriedly raised his hands and saluted, trembling with fear.

"Are you that bitch?" Guang Zhengping's tone was arrogant, and before Song Kun could reply, he kicked him out.

Bang!

Songkun was kicked in the chest and fell to the ground, blood spilled from his mouth, and the envelope in his hand fell to the ground.

An outer disciple picked up the envelope and handed it to Guang Zhengping.

Wow.

Guang Zhengping opened the envelope, took a closer look, and became furious and shouted: "A bullied coward, like a dog, dares to provoke me!"

"Does this bitch really think that he has plotted a conspiracy, planned a sneak attack, and destroyed Fei Zhi, so that he can rebel in the Qingyang Sect?"

"Now, a letter of reminder has been sent to me, saying that at noon today, people are going to come to my door and take my head. It's so courageous... I'm going to take your head now!"

Guang Zhengping was furious. As he spoke, he did not take Chen Xinglie seriously at all. He turned around and asked, "Feng Hui, do you dare to kill Chen Xinglie on my behalf?"

"I...I'm not feeling well today." Feng Hui shook his head repeatedly, not daring to agree.

Last night, after Feng Hui learned that Fei Zhi had been abolished, he was so frightened that he came to Guang Zhengping all night long. How could he dare to trouble Chen Xinglie now?

"Humph! Incompetent person!"

Guang Zhengping smiled coldly, pointed at Song Kun who was lying on the ground, and said: "Since you don't dare to kill Chen Xinglie, then kill the messenger first to relieve my anger!"

"Okay." Feng Hui strode forward, and before Song Kun could ask for mercy, he stepped down...

Wow!

Guang Zhengping tore the letter into pieces and shouted: "Who's going to chop off Chen Xinglie's dog's head for me!"