Martial Arts Fusion: Starting from the Head of a Clan

Shangguan Haitang frowned: "No, thank you Master Wan for your kindness, I have other important matters!"

"Haitang, if you have anything to say, just say it. There is nothing in this world that I can't do!"

The richest man in the Ming Dynasty, who was 3,000 dignified, now looked like a licking dog.

Jiang Feng chuckled and said, "Boss Wan, that's not how you chase girls. You have to give people space. You send people to monitor you. If Miss Shangguan comes out to have tea, you come over to stir things up. How can you let people go?" Don’t you hate it?”

Wan Sanqian's expression changed and he yelled angrily: "That's nonsense! When did I send someone to monitor me!"

Jiang Feng pointed out: "If there are too many coincidences, they will be fake. There are not so many coincidences in the world!"

Shangguan Haitang frowned, his face gloomy.

Jiang Feng's words reminded her, and she said coldly: "Master Wan, please respect yourself!"

He tossed his robe and left straight away.

Wan Sanqian stood there, his face turning blue and white. After Shangguan Haitang left, he turned around and said sadly:

"Master Jiang talks too much. There are many people in this world who say wrong things and get killed!"

Jiang Feng looked indifferent: "I taught Boss Wan to chase girls, why does Boss Wan still blame me?"

"Good! I hope your bones are as hard as your mouth!"

Wan Sanqian laughed angrily and strode away.

An unpredictable smile appeared on Jiang Feng's face.

Yinshi!

Jiang Feng was meditating when his eyes moved: "The fish is coming!"

Wearing night clothes, he opened the door, glanced around casually, put on a scarf, and headed straight out of the city.

It's midnight, the wind is blowing, and the refreshing chill penetrates into the bones and marrow!

He moved his body around and lifted it several dozen feet, leaving shallow footprints on the snow.

Walking to a desolate cemetery, the cold wind blew by, like a ghost crying and a wolf howling.

Suddenly, he stopped and spoke leisurely:

"You guys have been following me for so long, why don't you show up yet?"

The cemetery was silent except for the whistling of the north wind.

Snowflakes were falling, and four figures seemed to emerge from the snowflakes, appearing behind Jiang Feng at some unknown time.

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They were dressed in green clothes, of average height, with black hats and black scarves on their heads, and their figures were erratic, like ghosts.

"When did you discover us?"

Jiang Feng turned around and saw four people standing side by side. The man in the middle on the left spoke vaguely and with doubts.

These people originally planned to kill Jiang Feng at Jiang's Trading Company, but when they saw his sneaky appearance, they changed their minds and followed him.

"Looks like I'm lucky!"

Jiang Feng nodded with satisfaction, white snowflakes falling on him, like a banished immortal coming to the world.

He remembered that Wan Sanqian was protected by the Four Ghosts of Western Hunan.

The skills practiced by these four people are quite extraordinary.

At first, Tiedan Shenhou was unable to use this set of techniques.

Jiang Feng was quite interested in this set of magical skills, even more than he was interested in the method of absorbing energy.

Therefore, he interfered with Huang Wansanqian's good deeds and angered him to see if he could fish out the four ghosts in western Hunan.

Wan Sanqian really impressed me!

"You are indeed lucky to have met the four of us brothers. It will not be a shame to die in our hands!"

Wow!

His words were as cold as the northern winter.

The goose-feather-like heavy snow began to fall, falling on isolated graveyards and old trees with dead vines, then swirled and disappeared among them.

The words fell. []

The four figures were like paper figures in a shadow play, and they instantly merged into one, with no flaws visible. In the blink of an eye, a palm print appeared on the chest.

Jiang Feng pushed out with one palm, and the two palms collided, and a huge force hit him, which was far beyond the peak power of ordinary masters.

The falling snowflakes were hit by the aura and immediately turned into snow powder, disappearing in the void.

There was a "boom".

The figures of the four ghosts in Xiangxi exploded, turning one into four.

Jiang Feng's power was evenly distributed among the four of them, and they were jointly resolved.

"Aren't you a genius?"

A voice floated around the four of them, and they couldn't tell who it came from.

"Who told you that I was born in heaven?"

Jiang Feng's figure fell to the ground.

"It's even better. The innate warriors dispatching our brothers are really overqualified and underused."

The four of them attacked at the same time. With a shake of their right hands, there was a snap, and a long black python-like whip sprang out from each arm. The long snake spat out a message and bit Jiang Feng.

The four people connect branches with the same energy, and they cooperate with each other in attack and defense.

In an instant, only the shadows of whips were seen flying, like a group of snakes dancing wildly in the wild, and the crackling and exploding sounds were heard endlessly.

The long whip attacks from a very far distance, and with the infusion of zhenqi, when the whip is drawn out, a deep ditch is reflected in the ground.

Jiang Feng pulled out his long sword with a whisper, flicked his wrist, and several sword flowers appeared out of thin air.

The sword flower intersects with the whip shadow, and the ping -pong pong bombing is endless.

He moved and dodged, passing under the heavy whip shadows like a slippery little snake. The whip shadows denser than snowflakes could not touch his figure at all.

The figures of the four ghosts in Xiangxi blocked the four directions in an instant. With one lift, they rose into the air with their long whips as fast as snakes, surrounding Jiang Feng in the center.

The tip of the long whip shook rapidly, completely sealing a space, leaving no room for dodge or movement.

Jiang Feng dwarfed and drew a circle in the air with his long sword.

A large circle containing yin and yang, containing the five elements, and sword intent turned into a shield.

The whip shadows that fell in mid-air all hit the round shield and could not move forward even an inch.

Jiang Feng turned his defense into an attack, and his figure rose from the snow.

Like a top, countless sword intentions started from him, turned into 427 arrow feathers in the sky, and shot at the four people.

The eyes of the Four Ghosts in Western Hunan were condensed, and their long whips turned from offense to defense. Their right hands shook rapidly, and four vortexes were generated, like black holes. The sword intent that shot at them was all swallowed up by the black holes.

I don’t know what material this long whip is made of.

The sword intent that splits gold and split stone landed on the whip, leaving no trace behind.

Suddenly, the Four Ghosts of Xiangxi turned around and put away their long whips. Unexpectedly, a pair of gloves made of sky silk appeared on their hands.

They gave up their long-range attack, and suddenly moved to Jiang Feng's front, back, left, and right directions, and shot out their palms at the same time.

The remaining sword intent fell on the gloves made of sky silk, like a mud cow entering the sea, causing no harm to the four people.

Jiang Feng stood in the center, unable to retreat.

"boom!"

Palm prints from four directions, front, back, left, and right, were printed directly on his chest, back, and left and right ribs.

The four ghosts of Xiangxi showed a smile.

Before they could be happy, they found that Jiang Feng, who was hit by the palm print, did not suffer any injuries.

Before he could retreat, Jiang Feng seemed to turn into a magnet, and the energy from the four people continued to flow towards him.

"not good!"

The ghost boss's face changed and he shouted: "Retract your palms!"

However, it is easy to release the palm, but difficult to close it!

It's like they're stuck in a swamp. The harder they try, the deeper they sink.

The four ghosts in Xiangxi looked horrified, what kind of martial arts is this!

The true energy in Jiang Feng's body continued to flow away, and the true energy in their bodies flowed out. The four of them looked at each other with a ruthless expression: "Let's see how much you can absorb!"

They actually gave up resistance and instead increased their output.

The energy in his body was like a flood of mudslides, rushing into Jiang Feng's body.

The four people's faces turned pale, and Jiang Feng's face turned red, as if he had taken a big tonic.

The four ghosts in Xiangxi struggled to hold on, and the people in front of them were like bottomless pits.

Even top masters will explode and die if their true energy is poured into them.

Now, it depends on who can hold on longer.

After a long time, Jiang Feng's eyes flashed and he murmured: "It's almost done!"

The zhenqi absorbed from the four people instantly returned the same way, and the four people felt a powerful force coming towards them, which was beyond the range of their joint endurance.

"puff!"

The four ghosts in western Hunan counterattacked, vomiting blood, and fell from the air!

Jiang Feng Linkong gave a few instructions and sealed the four people with the power of their true energy and blood.

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Chapter 143 Phantom Magic, Mysterious Jade Statue

"Crunch!"