"Who is that person? Judging from the logo on his clothes, he should be a member of the Zhao family."

Several children of the Xin family escaped and were still frightened.

Xin Fei watched Zhao Feng's leaving figure and whispered: "What a brilliant light body technique! It's faster than me at my peak, and my archery skills are perfect..."

"Hmph! He's just a guy who takes advantage and makes cold arrows. Don't let us catch him, otherwise we must make him look good."

Next to him, a young man in light armor with the third level of martial arts said coldly.

The strength of the light-armored boy was second only to Xin Fei among the five.

His words were immediately echoed by several other people, who said bitterly: "That's right! That kid used us as bait and shot cold arrows in the dark. It's really shameless!"

"Xin Gang, that man saved our lives after all."

Xin Fei shook his head.

At this moment, a few miles away, the cry of the "Green-Headed Tiger King" came, and it stopped suddenly...

The expressions of several children of the Xin family all changed.

There is no need to think about it, the Green Headed Tiger King will definitely die of anger.

"Hurry up and chase!"

The lightly armored young man named Xin Gang gave a sharp shout and led several Xin family members to run in that direction.

at the same time.

It is located three or four miles to the east.

Whoosh!

Zhao Feng stood on the top of the tree, holding a heavy iron bow in his hand, breathing heavily and dripping with sweat.

Below, a green-headed tiger king that is four to five meters long has several arrows stuck in its forehead. The original wounds have expanded to the size of a washbasin.

The green-headed tiger king, who was so majestic not long ago, now has eyes wide with eyes wide open, his forehead glowing purple-black, lifeless...

Zhao Feng subconsciously touched the quiver and found that it was empty. He breathed out lightly: "What a danger!"

This is him. He practices "Piao Ling Ferry" and can catch up with the Green Headed Tiger King in terms of speed.

Furthermore, his archery attacks were always successful, hitting the vital points with extremely poisonous attacks.

Teng!

Zhao Feng floated down and stared at the huge corpse of the Green-Headed Tiger King. After experiencing a brief excitement, he fell into thinking again.

Whoosh!

His left eye was locked on several Xin family disciples who were flying towards them two miles away.

Zhao Feng stood there, calm and composed, and did not move to harvest this huge corpse.

It's not that he doesn't want to, but it's a bit tricky.

The body of the Green-headed Tiger King weighs two to three thousand kilograms, making it difficult for ordinary warriors to move it. Furthermore, the Tiger King's skin is rough and thick, and ordinary swords cannot easily scratch it.

After a while, the five panting Xin family members finally arrived at the scene of the incident.

"Boy! Get out of the way! This tiger king's body belongs to our Xin family!"

Xin Gang, the lightly armored young man running at the front, said domineeringly and proudly.

Originally, he had some scruples about Zhao Feng's strength, but when he saw that the other party was only a second-level martial arts disciple, he suddenly became disdainful.

Although one of their group died and Xin Fei, the strongest, was exhausted, there were still four martial arts disciples, two at the second level of martial arts and two at the third level of martial arts.

Among them, Xin Gang is the strongest, reaching the third level of martial arts peak.

Zhao Feng stood there with a sarcastic face and ignored Xin Gang.

Among these people, the only one he feared was Xin Fei.

"Xin Gang! After all, the other party saved our lives. Let us both discuss the right to dispose of the Tiger King's body."

Xin Fei came from behind and spoke slowly.

Zhao Feng glanced at him with slight admiration and smiled calmly: "It's just what I wanted. I don't have the tools to cut or move such a big Tiger King corpse."

To be able to kill the Green-headed Tiger King, Xin Fei's contribution was indispensable. The Xin family restrained the Tiger King and even lost one of his sons.

Therefore, Zhao Feng doesn't mind even if he gives up half of the profits.

"Okay, Brother Fei."

Xin Gang was a little reluctant, but was intimidated by Xin Fei's prestige and had no choice but to agree.

Next, Zhao Feng discussed with the Xin family the distribution of the Tiger King's body.

"Twenty-eight points, our Xin family will get 80%."

Xin Gang said firmly.

"Hmph! 20% profit is already a bargain for that kid!"

The descendants of the Xin family were holding long bows with disdain on their faces.

"Twenty-eight points? Hahaha..."

Zhao Feng suddenly laughed.

"Boy, what are you laughing at? I want to hear it. What percentage do you want to get?"

Xin Gang said with disdain.

They were so numerous that they didn't take Zhao Feng seriously at all.

"Twenty-eight divided, I am eight...you two!"

Zhao Feng said more forcefully.

Originally he wanted to split it 50-50 with the Xin family, but he didn't expect the other party and others to be so shameless and ungrateful.

"You're so arrogant! I want to see how strong you are, how ignorant you are!"

Xin Gang smiled instead of being angry, and with a "clang" sound, a silver sword was unsheathed, and the cold light was directed towards Zhao Feng.

"stop!"

Xin Fei shouted angrily, but it was too late.

“The ghostly image of the wind!

Xin Gang's figure was like the wind, and the silver sword in his hand drew a series of sword shadows in the void, sweeping towards Zhao Feng's lower body.

Looking at his posture, it looked like he was going to chop off Zhao Feng's legs.

"It's the advanced martial arts "Remnant Sword"!"

"That kid is dead. Xin Gang has already mastered the first six moves of "Remnant Wind Sword" to a small level."

The children of the Xin family behind him showed pity on their faces.

"Little tricks!"

Zhao Feng did not retreat but advanced, his figure was like a dragonfly touching water, and with a "swish", he swayed on the spot and approached Xin Gang.

What a fast speed!

Several Xin family members, including Xin Fei, felt their eyes flicker.

not good!

Xin Gang used the "Phantom Wind Afterimage" move and jumped into the air. He saw Zhao Feng approaching him at a speed exceeding normal speed.

"Aftermath of Stormrage!"

Xingang shouted loudly, and a silver sword shadow appeared in front of him like a raging wave of silver sword in his hand.

"The angry dragon breaks the sky!"

All the energy and blood in Zhao Feng's body condensed in an instant, and once again amplified his fists for the second time.

In an instant, he integrated the "Raging Dragon Fist" and "Pushing Qi Jue" together, and the energy and blood in his body more than doubled.

"What a strong blood!"

Xin Fei, who was behind, had his eyebrows twitching.

Xin Gang felt a violent momentum like a mountain torrent, and felt depressed and depressed.

Because he has practiced the "Pushing Qi Jue" to the third level, Zhao Feng's energy and blood power is stronger than most of the three levels of martial arts.

At this time, he combined the "Raging Dragon Fist" again, and his energy and blood exploded instantly, almost exceeding the limit of the third level of martial arts.

Bang bang bang——

A shocking collision erupted between Xin Gang and Zhao Feng.

Wow!

Xin just received the first punch and spit out a mouthful of blood.
To be continued...