What did they just hear?

Everyone in the mourning hall was stunned when they heard Xie Feihong admit that he had killed the Nine Evils of Langya. Then, they smiled loudly, especially Xie Feihong's cousin laughed the most exaggeratedly.

Xie Zhanbo in front of Xie Feihong also raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and a mockery appeared in his eyes.

In fact, Xie Zhanbo also had some guesses about why the old servant around Langya Jiujie and Xie Feihong failed, but what he guessed was far from the reality.

According to his thoughts, the old servant who was controlled must have been exposed inadvertently and was discovered and killed by Xie Feihong. As for the Nine Evils of Langya, because they lack human guidance and cooperation, they might be in circles.

In a sense, Xie Zhanbo's conjecture is indeed reasonable. After all, if Xie Feihong had not traveled over, it would be impossible to deal with the Nine Evils of Langya that could stop crying in the south.

But now Xie Feihong has traveled through time, and the biggest variable has emerged. The thing he thought was the most impossible has become the real answer.

"Feihong, it seems that you are really not suitable for this position. Now you are starting to talk nonsense." Xie Zhanbo chuckled, then said with a sad look: "Don't talk about whether I will risk the threat of being ruined to contact those scums in the martial arts world. Just saying that what you just said can kill them, do you think others will believe it?

We all know that your father's death may have a big blow to you. Let's do this, I have some friendship with Mr. Mei San from Meizhuang. I will send someone to invite you later to see your hysteria."

"Uncle Six, are you making a mistake?" Xie Feihong said with a blank expression: "Have I ever told you to believe it? The reason I told you this is to make you understand. This is also a thank you for your three incense sticks of gifts as a son of humanity!"

"Arrogant!" Xie Zhanbo had not spoken yet about Xie Feihong's words. His son, Xie Feihong's cousin, was the first to be angry and shouted: "Who do you think you are? You dare to speak like this to my father! With your little skill as a three-legged cat, I can solve you, let alone my father."

"Bao Noise!" Facing the clamor of the jumping clown behind him, Xie Feihong didn't say much, snorted coldly, and unshewn the steel knife that he had found in the blacksmith shop halfway through the way!

The sword light of a shocking glance flashed directly in front of everyone's eyes. Before everyone in the mourning hall could come back to their senses, Ye Feihong's sword was sheathed, as if nothing had happened.

What just happened?! Because Xie Feihong's knife just now was so fast, many people even thought that the light they just saw was an illusion.

Of course, as the person involved, the cousin Eagle-Brown who just spoke wildly, would not have such doubts. Because as the target of attack, when he was dying, the only thing he had in his mind now was that sad and sharp knife!

"Good knife..."

Only one last word was left, because Eagle Eyebrow's cousin fell to the ground, shocking everyone who was confused and still couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Feichen!" Father and son were connected to each other, and the death of Eagle Eyebrow's cousin directly caused a feeling of grief to surge into Xie Zhanbo's heart. When the other people in the mourning hall were still at a loss, they reacted first and came directly to the corpse that was already in a pool of blood. They shook his son's body with their trembling hands, hoping that the other party could tell him that this was just a mess with him...

"You, you... Feichen... Feihong..." At this time, the other people in the mourning hall finally reacted, and moved between the expressionless Xie Feihong and the corpse lying in a pool of blood with their trembling hands and horrified eyes. For a moment, they were trembling and didn't know what words they should use to express their current mood.

"It must be very uncomfortable to give a black-haired man a gift," ignoring the horrified gazes of other elders in the mourning hall, Xie Feihong said lightly to Xie Zhanbo, who was so sad and angry that he was holding his son's body: "But this taste will not last too long. Just draw the sword and let my nephew give you a ride. This will also prevent Feichen's cousin from walking alone."

"Xie Feihong!" Xie Feihong's words finally woke up this middle-aged man who seemed elegant but was actually a hero. Xie Zhanbo stood up with the pain of losing his son, and asked Xie Feihong with bloody eyes: "How dare you! How dare you be so hard to attack your relatives!!"

Facing Xie Zhanbo who was hoarse, Xie Feihong couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "I'm a bit arrogant. I can actually say such innocent words. Where is the courage to hire Langya Jiu to kill his nephew? Xie Zhanbo, you are really like a barking dog now, so ugly!"

"You are looking for death!" Xie Zhanbo could no longer suppress his grief and anger, and the long sword on his waist was instantly unsheathed.

A sword light turned into a few cold stars, and then turned into a dazzling galaxy, surging and roaring like Xie Feihong sweeping over.

The sword technique of the angry waves! The wind blows the angry waves and the sky is wide, and the moon grows in the vast sea and the water is bright!

OK! Good sword!

It is worthy of being a martial arts master's limit that is far beyond Lu Xiaofeng's world. In fact, there is such a swordsman in a martial arts family that cannot be called a name in the Fengyun world!

However, although this sword technique is wonderful, it is actually not as exciting as Ye Gucheng's flying fairy in the sky. Although he is outstanding, he must be slightly inferior to the old man who has already understood the true meaning!

Therefore, when wielding the sword, Xie Zhanbo's fate was already destined, that is, to go on the road with his son and bring his ambitions to the underworld!

Facing the sword that was like a storm of the shore, destroying stones and cracking gold, Xie Feihong's calm expression had not changed. The long sword made by the street blacksmith shop at his waist was once again unsheathed, emitting a sharp sword light that only magical weapons can be used!

The knife rises, the knife falls! The waves part and the waves disperse!

The surging and surging galaxy was divided into two by the ordinary steel knife in Xie Feihong's hand. The other ones were separated from it, including the Tingtao Sword created by Xie Zhanbo and Xie Zhanbo's men who asked the famous craftsman to create!

"Uncle Six, it's easy to leave!" Xie Feihong looked at Xie Zhanbo in front of him as if he had been frozen in the scabbard, and then turned directly to the manager whose face had not yet dissipated. "Go and order two good coffins and notify my uncle's family at the same time."

Maybe because Xie Feihong's sword was too fierce, Xie Zhanbo fell to the ground without even leaving a word and lay aside with his son.

In the horrifying eyes of many elders, Xie Feihong received three more incense from the trembling servant and worshiped the disturbed ancestors again.

Everyone looked at the young man with a calm expression in front of the mourning hall. Somehow, they all had a feeling that the sky...is probably going to change!
Chapter completed!