Back Off, Let Me Come

Zhengzhengzheng!

The confrontation between the two sharp swords was accompanied by the bombardment of literary light, which was looming in the darkness. Lin Feng also used this ambiguity to see the general appearance of this person. This man was wearing a large black cloak, and the shadow of the hood covered his entire face.

Only the light of literary spirit can outline some outlines.

The style of the sword in his hand is also the Central Plains style.

The swordsmanship is quite good.

Although Lin Feng studied hard with Chu Yao and received occasional guidance from other teachers, she focused more on studying internal affairs. She was young, had little experience, and was not very talented in swordsmanship, so her overall strength could only be considered mediocre. Facing an opponent whose experience, age, and swordsmanship were higher than hers, Lin Feng had no upper hand. But the opponent seemed to have no intention of killing and was always defending with a sword.

He was tied up.

On the other hand, Lin Feng had no scruples.

For a while, the fight was evenly divided.

Probably sensing that Lin Feng was about to stalk her, and that there was warrior No. 10 with a long aura staring at him, this man stopped pestering him, and with a feint, a phantom deceived Lin Feng's senses. When she came to her senses, a Wen Qi appeared. Block her way.

The scribe jumped down.

It looked like he was getting ready to run away.

Lin Feng shouted: "Stop him!"

The ten guards below have been waiting for this sentence for a long time.

In order to protect Lin Feng's safety, Shen Tang selected ten elite soldiers from the soldiers he brought out, all of whom were brave warriors.

Although his martial arts level is not high, he is not afraid of dealing with ordinary enemies or herds of animals in the wilderness.

"Xiao Lang, don't push yourself too far."

Compared with the courageous warriors, the martial arts value of literary scholars does not have the slightest advantage. Lin Feng gave an order, and the ten people stepped on the ground, turning into ten shadows to catch up with the target. The man stopped when he saw this, and the ten guards could only surround him but not attack him.

Lin Feng broke through Wenqi and chased after him.

Follow-up question: "Who are you?"

Listening to Lin Feng's standard elegant words, the man said: "You just do it without knowing who it is. Whose elders taught you this?"

The guard took the initiative to move aside, but his aura was still locked on the mysterious scribe in front of him. Lin Feng frowned and asked: "If you really have a clear conscience, why are you hiding in the dark to spy on us? There is no need to be polite to sneaky people!"

Mysterious scribe: "..."

Speaking of this, he felt a little guilty for no reason.

I think he is also an old man who has been wandering around for many years. He has seen a lot of strong winds and waves, and his strength is considered to be first-rate. But I didn't expect that a lifetime of fame would be ruined today, when a young boy spied on his whereabouts and caught him.

He said: "I'm just passing by."

Lin Feng is not a three-year-old child.

She chuckled: "Passing by? Where do you always go in this barren land where birds don't poop, and you can pass by here?"

"What you say, young man, is really harsh."

Every word and every sentence is filled with strange emotions.

The mysterious scribe didn't want to talk more: "I'm passing by to do something, so I'd like to ask Xiaolang for my convenience. Although there are many of you, in the face of my strength, let alone just a few of you, it won't be enough to do it three to five times more. , just accept it when you’re ready.”

When Lin Feng heard this, his face turned pale, and his smile was as clear as the river.

She knew in her heart that this man was not telling lies.

Although she couldn't tell how strong this person was, she felt very much like her teacher, as if she was looking up at a high mountain or staring into a deep pool with no bottom. If you are determined to break out of the encirclement, your own strength will not be able to stop it.

This kind of person always has a hidden trump card.

but--

The current time and scene were too sensitive, so Lin Feng accepted this task with the mentality of looking forward to death. If the scribe in front of you is a lackey sent by Shiwu, letting him go by yourself is tantamount to letting the tiger return to the mountain, absolutely not!

My heart changed and became more determined.

Lin Feng took a deep breath and said calmly: "This won't work!"

The mysterious scribe sneered: "You are really overestimating your abilities!"

Unexpectedly, he gave in and the other party refused to give in. But he really didn't want to fight at the moment. After all, he knew his own shortcomings. The young man in front of him dared to go deep into Shiwu's famous uninhabited restricted area with ten people, so he must have someone to rely on.

In addition, the other party's accent is from the same ethnic group.

He also doesn't want to make things impossible.

Then he could only ask: "What does Xiao Lang want?"

"Who are you? Who sent you? What are you doing here?"

Lin Feng asked three times in succession.

Mysterious scribe: "No name, no surname, no owner, just passing by."

The answer was rather perfunctory.

Lin Feng: "..."

The ghost believes that the other person is passing by.

Seeing the disbelief written all over Lin Feng's face, he said: "Young man, how can you be so suspicious? I did pass by here, but I saw several groups of mutilated corpses. The fatal wounds were simply neat……"

These groups of people seemed to be ordinary bandits.

But if you look closely, it looks more like an elite soldier raised by Shiwu Xungui, who is wandering here to search for something. What's even more surprising is that they seemed to have been killed by the same group of people. The mysterious scribe also encountered two groups on the way, and was chased by them.

After eating the northwest wind for a few days, and being hunted again, the mysterious scribe secretly cursed Yan Ling for being unreliable.

What is "Northwest, good luck"?

In order to fight back, 20% of the gold and silver they carried were lost.

This place is far away from Yonggu Pass. You don't know what kind of monsters and monsters you will encounter along the way, but you should use it sparingly.

Lin Feng fell into silence after hearing the mysterious scribe's words.

His eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about whether this was true or not.

"I believe you for now." Lin Feng paused and continued, "There are many dangers here, sir, it's better to leave as soon as possible. If you don't believe me and insist on staying here, we can only regard it as a provocation and judge Your words are false. If this is the case, even if we are not strong enough, we will not let you get any benefits from us!" His words were both soft and hard, a gun and a stick.

The mysterious scribe almost laughed angrily.

I really don’t know what’s wrong with today’s young people. Each one is more arrogant than the other, and they dare to talk nonsense even when they are still young!

The two sides were in a stalemate for a while.

Lin Feng looked calm and composed on his face, but in fact, the innermost sweatshirt was soaked with sweat and clung to his skin.

Finally, the mysterious scribe made a move.

Lin Feng was so nervous that he could hear the noise in his chest.

The scribe raised his hand and took off the hood that covered his face.

Revealing a face with a gentle and elegant temperament.

Can't tell the exact age.

Literary scribes have literary energy to protect their bodies. After passing the weak crown, their appearance is like taking the preservatives mentioned by the lord. They age slowly, and you can hardly see the traces of time on their faces. Only the temperament of his body and the depth of his eyes indicate his age.

The other party sighed: "I'm afraid this won't work. To be honest with Xiao Lang, I'm lost. After all, this is an extremely dangerous restricted area in Shiwu. I don't have any dry food or supplies with me. I'm afraid something will happen if I go alone. I just peeked at Xiao Lang and his group because of this. Now...since Xiaolang is so wary, how about taking me along with you?"

Lin Feng was stunned when he heard this.

It seems that he did not expect the mysterious scribe to be so shameless.

For a moment, her expression changed again and again.

After all, he is still young and no one has a thick skin.

Said: "We can give you dry food."

Just stay far away, but don't get involved.

The mysterious scribe tilted his head.

He said shamelessly: "No."