After Lin Mo's permission, the younger brothers from Tianmen who were running around the playground rushed to the center and surrounded Zhuge Xin, Yao Dao and others, wanting to observe the peak showdown.

The flashes of cereal on the demon sword's face gradually turned blood red, as if it was emitting a strange light. In the eyes, the surging fighting spirit was already burning, staring at his opponent.

"Demon Sword, show your weapon." Zhuge Xin crossed his hands, and the joints made a raucous sound.

The demon sword smiled faintly and said, "My weapon is used to kill people! Don't worry, you will see it!"

"Okay!" Zhuge Xin nodded, and his body suddenly turned into a afterimage, and he rushed towards the demon knife: "Today let me see Xiao Feng's strength! I hope you won't let me down!"

The demon sword blocked Zhuge Xin's attack with both hands, and at the same time kicked out with lightning.

There was a dull "bang" sound, and the two of them were about to part. Judging from their appearance, they were evenly matched in the first round.

"Haha, come on!" Zhuge Xin laughed wildly and launched an attack again. His right hand was claw-shaped and he buckled the demon knife's neck. He waved his left hand and hit the heart hard.

The demon sword was covered with Zhuge Xin's attack. His body jumped high, and a high whip was slapped towards Zhuge Xin's head with a high whip on his legs.

"So fast!" The little brothers from Tianmen around exclaimed one after another. The speed of the two in the field was getting faster and faster, and they had reached the limit that they could capture with their naked eyes.

"Demon Sword, you have enough strength to let me face you!" The two separated again, Zhuge Xin narrowed his eyes and closed the evil smile on his face.

There was no more relaxation on the demon sword's face, and it was replaced by a touch of solemnity: "You are worthy of my drawing of the sword!"

"Look! The demon sword drew his sword!" The crab's arms crossed and placed them in front of his chest, and the muscles on his arms jumped.

"That Zhuge Xin's weapon is a bit weird!" said the flame woman slowly. "It seems to be an Emei Thorn!"

"Bang", two cold lights flashed, and a harsh and crisp sound rang out. The two of them had their bodies blew back and looked at each other coldly.

The demon sword looked cold. On its left shoulder, a hole the size of a thumb was gushing with blood. On his right hand, there was a trembling soft knife. Blood beads were dripping on the blade.

Zhuge Xin's abdomen was a few centimeters of knife wound, and blood wet his clothes. His fingers gently stroked the wound, put the bloody fingers in his mouth and sucked it gently, looking at enjoying it: "Very good, I haven't been injured for a long time."

"The victory and defeat are not decided, the bloody battle is to the end!" The demon sword stared at the Emei sting in Zhuge Xin's hand, and murderous aura filled his eyes. He knew that it was this Emei sting that just now penetrated his shoulder.

Zhuge Xin nodded: "I have this meaning too! Come on, see if your sword is faster or my Emei thorn is faster!"

"Stop." Just as the two were about to fight again, a hoarse voice rang out of the crowd.

The demon sword's eyes shrank and slowly put away the "waist knife".

Zhuge Xin held the Emei Thorn in his hand and looked at the place where the sound came from.

The crowd quickly separated, Wuming, who was shrouded in black robe, walked in from outside the crowd. A pair of lifeless eyes stared at Zhuge Xin: "Tell me, how did you find this place."

Zhuge Xin tightened his hand holding Emei Thorn, his eyes narrowed into a line, and his light of doubt flashed. Who is this man in black robe? Why can it bring him a strong sense of crisis?

"I'm asking you and answering me." A hoarse voice rang again.

"I'm here to look for Xiao Feng." When Zhuge Xin spoke, his eyes fell on the man in black robe's blood-stained hands. In addition to the blood, there was also a leather thing on his hand. If he guessed correctly, it should be a human skin.

The wide black robe, Wufeng automatically. It seems that Wuming was very dissatisfied with Zhuge Xin's answer. "This is not a reason! He has handed it over to you. Either he dies, or you die!" After that, Wuming was about to leave.

The demon sword tore off his shirt and gently bandaged the wound: "Zhuge Xin, come on, the battle of life and death! The territorial territory cannot be offended!"

Zhuge Xin smiled, laughing arrogantly: "Okay."

"Okay, the game ends here!" Xiao Feng walked out of the crowd and stood in the center of the demon sword and Zhuge Xin.

Zhuge Xin heard Xiao Feng's voice and his eyes were slightly slight: "Xiao Feng, I finally saw you."

Xiao Feng smiled and said, "Hehe, Zhuge Xin, I'll wait for you for a long time." After that, he turned to look at the Tianmen brother around him: "Everyone can go and train."

"Yes, Brother Feng." The younger brother of Tianmen shouted, and then they dispersed. The rest of the people who died of the wind and left and went to train the newcomers.

Only Xiao Feng, Wuming, Zhuge Xin, Demon Sword and Flame Woman were left at the scene.

"Flame Girl, help Demon Saber bandage the wound." Xiao Feng glanced at the wound on Demon Saber's shoulder and said lightly.

The flame woman nodded and her eyes fell on Zhuge Xin's face: "Zhuge Xin, right? Only I can hurt the Demon Sword, I hope you won't fall into my hands next time." After that, she left with the Demon Sword.

Zhuge Xin shrugged his shoulders, stared at the flame woman's swaying butt, and laughed. This woman is so delicious!

"Wu Ming, what is this?" Xiao Feng noticed the bloody thing in Wu Ming's hand.

"Koji Nomura's skin." Wuming said and left.

"..." Xiao Feng was speechless, and he was preparing to "serve" Nomura Koji. However, Wuming actually took off all his skin. It seemed that Wuming was asking what he wanted to ask. "Let's go, Zhuge Xin, find a place to talk. Is it okay to hurt?"

Zhuge Xin's habitual wicked smile was on his face again: "It's okay, let's go." After that, he gestured to the big men behind him and followed Xiao Feng towards the classroom.

No one knew what the two had talked about. Half an hour later, Zhuge Xin smiled evilly, left the classroom, and hurriedly left the school with his subordinates.

As soon as Zhuge Xin left, Wuming's body appeared outside the window of the classroom: "Feng, he was the one who robbed Watanabe Saburo that night."

"I know." Xiao Feng nodded with a cigarette in his mouth, his voice very dull.

Wuming walked into the classroom: "Why didn't you kill him?"

Xiao Feng did not answer, but just sucked the cigarette. After a long time, Xiao Feng threw away the cigarette butt, jumped off the table, and patted Wuming on the shoulder: "Wuming, it's not the time! Some things cannot be solved by killing people."

Wuming nodded and said nothing. He was Xiao Feng's shadow and the sharp knife in Xiao Feng's hand. Since Xiao Feng said it was not the time to kill people, then don't kill them!

"Where is the human skin?" Xiao Feng closed his thoughts and smiled: "You can't make a belt, right?" This is not an exaggeration at all. It is normal for a person who has made a genuine leather sofa with a few human skins to make a belt with a human skin.

"No, I'm hanging on the school's flagpole. Let's talk about it for a while." Wuming said lightly. "Koji Nomura belongs to an organization called "Dahi Tenghui". This organization is headquartered in Tokyo and has a very diverse background."

Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes: "Da Ri Tenghui? If what you expected is good, is there official Japanese support here?"

"Yes." Wuming nodded.

Xiao Feng lit another cigarette: "I understand. Where is Assistant Wang? You didn't peel his skin, right?"

"Not yet, it's his turn in the afternoon." Wuming shook his head.

Xiao Feng coughed a few times: "Kill him, he is useless anymore. Remember, let him die, because I feel so painful when I think of his arrogant look."

Killing is a technical job. People who like to kill and enjoy killing even regard killing as an "art". Chacha, Xiao Feng and Wuming are this kind of people.

"I understand." A hoarse voice slowly rang.

Xiao Feng smiled. Wuming was very relieved to do things. Whether it was killing people or other things, Wuming would always do it meticulously. But Xiao Feng was a little curious. What kind of "art" method would Wuming use to kill Assistant Wang?

Xiao Feng left the classroom and walked towards the dormitory. After a walk in the dormitory, he did not find Xiaoqiang. There was a note pressing on the table, and his handwriting was a bit tender and sloppy.

"Brother Feng, I'm sorry, I lied to you. Actually, I'm not an orphan, hehe, now I'm going home. If I don't go home, my family will probably be in a mess. 151XXXXXXXXX, this is my mobile phone number. Remember to call me, and then I will introduce the big-breasted teacher to you. Your godmother, Xiaoqiang."

Xiao Feng looked at the note and raised his lips. The little bastard dared to deceive himself. He took out his cell phone and dialed it according to the phone number on the note.

As soon as the music rang, the phone was connected. "Hey? Brother Feng is it? Haha, I knew you would be impatient to call me. Do you miss that big-breasted teacher?"

"..." Xiao Feng was speechless. When will this kid stop being so hooligan? "Ahem, Xiaoqiang, big-breasted teacher, bah, grandma, what big-breasted teacher, I'm asking you, you kid is very timid, you dare to lie to me! I decided to not want you, a fucking brother."

"No, Brother Feng, oh, you are my biological brother. I beg you, don't fire me, okay?" Xiaoqiang's voice was so pitiful. "As long as you don't drive me away, the teacher, the nanny, and the woman with medium breasts, I will introduce you to you, okay?"

"..." Xiao Feng stopped talking.

"Brother Feng, my family wants to treat you to a meal. Thank you for saving me." Xiaoqiang said hurriedly when he thought of something.

Xiao Feng was just about to say a few words about doing good deeds without seeking fame or profit, just let it go. But before he could say anything, Xiaoqiang's next words almost made him choke to death by his saliva.

"I said at the time, no, Brother Feng is very busy, how can I have time to eat! So, I'll refuse for you." Xiaoqiang said with a chuckle: "Is it right for me to say this?"

Xiao Feng nodded: "Yes, very right! I want to learn from Comrade Lei Feng and do good deeds without leaving a name for it!"

"Oh, Uncle Lei Feng does not leave his name for doing good deeds. He always writes down a diary. When needed, he takes out the diary directly. Those good deeds are clear at a glance." Xiaoqiang said seriously.
Chapter completed!