Martial Myth System

Clouds and dust are covered by clouds and mist all year round, and the thick white mist hanging from the White Head Peak is like the blanket of Heaven and Earth covering the lonely city.

The people of Yunchendu travel and trade between the markets, and they have a leisurely walk like a walk.

Because of the lonely location and the gathering of famous people, this place is not affected by the two wars of righteousness and evil. It has been peaceful for many years.

"Old Brother, inquire where is Yundi Alley?"

Han Feng came to Chengdong and asked about a round-faced man selling candied fruit stick.

The round-faced man seemed to be taken aback by Han Feng's sudden question, and he glanced at Han Feng suspiciously: "Yundi Alley? That's not a good place. Why are you going there?"

"Hey, what else is there, vendetta, trading intelligence."

Han Feng said patted the shoulder of a round-faced man.

The round-faced man didn't expect Han Feng to be so frank, and was shocked by what he said...

"Wh...what? Vendetta?"

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"Yes, to tell you frankly, I am a perverted murderer, don't tell others~"

Han Feng put his backhand in front of his mouth with the back of his hand, pretending to be insidious His expression is deliberately scary.

The round-faced man was too scared to stand on both legs, and his voice tremblingly replied:

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"Go... Go forward... At the second intersection, turn right and go straight, and you will see a Chenghuang Temple..."

"Good~ many thanks. "

Han Feng finished speaking and removed a string of candied fruit stick from the grass stand in the hands of the round-faced man, handed him a piece of silver, and turned away.

round face The man looked at the broken silver in his hand and was still in a daze.

Han Feng only felt that the nearby light was dark when he turned right on this street.

The heavy fog light is not good. The buildings and walls on both sides of here are very high, which makes the light worse.

As an ancient capital of history, Yunchen has many old buildings in ancient times. It has experienced wind and The rain erodes, and it looks darker and darker in the bright and dark light.

Han Feng walked into this Yundi Lane, and found the surrounding atmosphere very strange, and the expressions of to-and-fro pedestrians were very gloomy. , Peeping at myself.

How come it feels like a base camp for the unsophisticated people...

Han Feng still doesn’t wear a white robe holding a sword today, and he looks like a black haori big cloak. Looks like a fat sheep.

A man in a rag jacket slumped and lowered his head and bumped into Han Feng.

This guy has a long hair.

The color of the soil, condensed piece by piece, obviously a rough person.

As if not looking at the road, the man ran into Han Feng in a daze, and his jacket lowered a hand. Poke into Han Feng's arms.

Han Feng didn't intend to get used to this guy, True Qi shook his body slightly invisible, and the invisible astral qi shook the person to the ground.

Even if Han Feng has tried his best to suppress his breath, the domineering Inner Strength of "Six Void Skills of Zhouliu" still shook this man to the crackle of joints, blood in his eyes and nose...

Han Feng walked straight forward regardless of the fact, his boots stepped on the palm of the man who fell on his back, looking fierce and domineering.

Sweeping his eyes all around, the pedestrians who were always peeping just now avoided one after another. The look in Han Feng’s eyes.

When a fourteen-five-year-old boy on the side of the road saw this, he quickly ran behind the Chenghuang Temple on the street.

Han Feng didn’t care, either. Still walking slowly, walk towards the Chenghuang Temple in front.

Whether it is a walking burly man, a gangster with a dagger, or a woman with heavy makeup, you know that Han Feng is a hard stubble not to be trifled with. , Did not come to provoke, let Han Feng walk to the front of the Chenghuang Temple.

Now in front of the temple, Han Feng looks inside, a lamp in the dim light Rare can illuminate the clay sculptures of Chenghuangye and the Yin Soldier Ghost General.

An old Miaozhu wearing a red robe is sitting at the gate of Chenghuang Temple, smoking a hookah with a pipe.

Looking at the luxurious Han Feng standing in front of the temple, Lao Miao wished to smoke while waving his hand.

Han Feng smiled nodded and walked around the Chenghuang Temple towards the back street.

The further you go back, the older the nearby buildings will be.

Half of the wall, the statue of Saint eroded by wind and rain, the stairs covered with moss, everything is like a microcosm of a thousand years of history, presented in front of people.

Han Feng stepped into it, as if he broke into a certain picture and looked at it.

A tall academy-like building stands in the distance, blocking out a lot of sunlight, making this backstreet look darker, as if hidden in the cracks of history, unknown.

To avoid being mistaken for being hostile, Han Feng did not bring Jinghai swords. In this long alley in the back street, I can faintly feel that several realm are still in him. The breath above.

This should be the snake way Liu Minghua said, but I came here...but everyone came to take care of...how is this going to be done?

Should you shout directly in your voice?

There are a lot fewer pedestrians here than Yundi Lane. Occasionally, there are three or two men and women walking by, as if they hadn't seen Han Feng.

Han Feng slowly walked into the deep alley, and the street started to be filled with a faint mist.

Not very thick, just like plumes of smoke in a mountain village, making people feel hazy.

The sound of iron strikes from a distance, crisp and steady... one after another.

The sound of pedaling on the spinning machine followed. The sound of wooden structures rubbing against each other is unique.

Followed by a string of wind bells, like dreams and illusions, arousing people's reverie.

Han Feng walked further and further, but the road seemed to have no end.

Unsurprisingly, it should have been blessed by the Martial Dao spell.

"The famous Han Zhijian came to our small place in person. I don't know what it is to do? Could it be that the Sword Suspension Department cannot tolerate our shelter evil people and accept wrongdoing place?"

An old voice came from the depths of the fog, a few words and a few coughs, but the hidden Martial Dao Inner Strength is definitely a very good level in Intermediate Grade 3.

Han Feng smiled at the corner of his mouth. It’s good to be able to communicate. What’s afraid is that he can’t communicate.

It is normal for the other party to recognize oneself. After all, it is an organization that buys and sells intelligence. If even the new principal of the Sword Suspension Department can't recognize it, this snake path can also be transferred collectively.

"There is always a truth in everything, and if I can’t tolerate it, I’ll be here alone...I’m straight to the point, I want to buy Feng Family, Xiao Family, and Man Tianxia Snake Dao will not discriminate against me because of my official status, right?"

Han Feng shrugged said.

The voice in the fog is a soft cough:

"Snakes have snake paths, rats have rat paths...Everyone does it for themselves, and someone pays for it, so we sell intelligence. How could you care about the identity of Han Zhijian? I thought of it, we would greatly encourage people like Han Zhijian to buy information in the Imperial Court~ It's just that... The three stores that Han Zhijian wants to buy are all inside and outside Yunchen. The power of the sky~"

Han Feng eyebrow raised: "Oh? Isn't the Snake Road afraid of these three?"

A voice in the fog:

"No, you have to add money."