Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 917 What Weapon Is This

Although the sailors on the ship tried hard to turn the rudder, they were unable to avoid it in time.

The warship quickly approached the fishing boat.

"Dive in, dive in..."

The sailors shouted and gathered at the bow, looking at the old man on the small fishing boat.

The old man was already confused and didn't care about anything else. He just held on to the side of the boat tightly and gritted his teeth without moving.

The next moment, the warship hit the tail of the small fishing boat, knocking it over and the old man fell into the water.

Several sailors threw down ropes. Fortunately, the old man was a good swimmer and grabbed the rope. Everyone worked together to drag the old man onto the boat.

The old man's hair, beard and clothes were all wet, and he sat on the deck shivering all over.

"You...you have to compensate me for my...ship..."

None of the sailors paid any attention to him. As soon as they rescued the person, they went back to their work.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, the old man stood up, shook off the water stains on his body, and slowly strolled around the boat.

Lin Feng was sitting on the deck, looking at the waterway ahead.

His eyes moved slightly downwards and met the old man's gaze.

The two men, one on top and one on the bottom, looked at each other for a moment and grinned at each other.

The old man began to walk towards the ship's tower, but Lin Feng did not move, but just stroked the handle of the pistol hanging on his waist with his right hand.

Except for Lin Feng, no one on the boat paid attention to the old man, allowing him to slowly climb up to the second floor.

Lin Feng himself was staying at the top of the third floor, which was a gradually receding structure. He could clearly see the floor where the old man was.

It was not until the third floor that the old man was stopped by two guards.

The old man was not angry and said to Lin Feng with a smile.

"Haha, what, don't you want to chat with me?"

Lin Feng also smiled: "Okay, go ahead and tell me. I can hear you clearly from here."

The old man glanced around and said, "You made a good boat. It has some unique ideas. You are indeed a genius."

"Who are you? Can you tell me why you're here?"

"Okay, have you heard of Kunyu Mountain?"

Lin Feng shook his head.

"Well, my last name is Hou, Xinxi. I heard that a talented disciple appeared at the Yuquan Temple in Yufu Mountain in the Central Plains, so I was eager to come and take a look."

Lin Feng looked at the old man indifferently and still said nothing.

"Alas, the genius is indeed a genius, but unfortunately he broke the rules, and Yuquan Temple had to purge its door."

"However, Yuquan Temple refuses to acknowledge the existence of such a disciple, so I have no choice but to take action and clean up the mess."

After Hou Xinxi finished speaking, he folded his hands, looked up, and stared at Lin Feng who was sitting steadily on the top floor with his cloudy eyes.

The two were silent for a moment before Lin Feng nodded.

"No need to explain. Just stick to your own rules, no matter what you say or do."

Hou Xinxi smiled and said, "I can't explain it to you. I'm just telling you a story. Don't take it to heart."

Lin Feng also smiled calmly: "Why bother? It's better to just do it directly than to tell a story."

"The Marquis' family is like the sea, and the Daoist family is like the abyss. Let me help you to become a Daoist."

Before he finished speaking, Hou Xinxi's body had disappeared on the third floor of the building ship. When he reappeared, one hand with five fingers spread out was grabbing Lin Feng's throat.

Lin Feng, as before, exerted force on his feet and fell backwards on the chair. He was holding a pistol in his right hand, with the muzzle facing forward and firing.

Hou Xinxi's fingers brushed past Lin Feng's chin, and his body reacted very quickly. Seeing a cloud of green smoke rising from under him, he knew something was wrong, so he quickly turned over to avoid it, not bothering to grab Lin Feng.

A deafening sound exploded, and Lin Feng fell to the ground. He rolled over without getting up, but turned over on the ground and pointed the gun forward.

After Hou Xinxi turned sideways, he felt a hit on the right hip joint, but he didn't feel anything at first.

He supported himself on the wooden floor with his left hand, flipped his body over and pounced on Lin Feng who was lying on the ground.

The whole process took place in the blink of an eye, and both of them reacted frighteningly fast.

Lin Feng was sitting on the ground. When he saw the figure swaying, the pistol in his hand roared again, spurting out a burst of sparks.

This time, Hou Xinxi dodged to the right and felt a collision on the left side of his body.

He rolled twice on the wooden floor, supported himself with one hand, and tried to stand up again.

Lin Feng had no time to reload, so he threw away his pistol. Having no other weapons in his hand, he pulled out the broken sword hanging on the left side of his waist, a dark piece of thick iron, held it in his hand, and smashed it at Hou Xinxi who was about to stand up.

Hou Xinxi was in a miserable state. Both sides of his hips were hit by the pistol. Steel balls entered his body and he didn't know whether his bones were broken or not. However, he could no longer support his body to make quick reactions.

Seeing Lin Feng holding something like a black iron ruler in his hand and smashing it towards him from the air, he was unable to dodge it.

My legs were weak and I had no strength. I realized that my body was not responding to my commands.

With a "bang", Lin Feng's broken black iron sword hit Hou Xinxi's head, making a muffled sound.

The broken sword was heavy and hard, and blood spurted out of Hou Xinxi's head instantly, and he fell to the ground.

Lin Feng was also hit hard by Hou Xinxi's head, his arm became numb, and the broken sword in his hand fell to the ground.

He looked at Hou Xinxi in a daze. His face was covered in blood, which was dripping onto the ground. He was staring at him with shocked eyes, not blinking.

His white hair and beard looked particularly miserable against the backdrop of blood.

An octogenarian was brutally hit on the head with a piece of iron by himself, leaving it bleeding. Does he still have the virtue of respecting the elderly and loving the young?

Hou Xinxi moved his body with difficulty, reached out to pull the black broken sword in front of him, and looked at it carefully.

"Lin Feng, what kind of weapon is this?"

"you know me?"

When Lin Feng noticed the panic in Hou Xinxi's eyes, he knew that he had no strength to resist.

He took a step forward and squatted down.

"I don't understand how I have offended you, Kunyu Mountain, to have you come to trouble me again and again."

Hou Xinxi paused and shifted his gaze from the broken sword to Lin Feng's face.

"Duanmu Tai...is it..."

"Take care of yourself first."

Hou Xinxi sighed: "This thing... is not simple... It turns out that Yuquan Temple... you... Lin..."

His breathing became disordered, his body fell down, his head hit the broken sword, his body twisted twice, and then he was silent.

Lin Feng stood up and looked around. There was no one on either side of the Jinjiang River, and the river was surging endlessly.

I have formed a mortal enemy with the Kunyu Mountain sect.

One is Duanmu Tai and the other is Hou Xinxi. Judging from their ages, these two people should be middle-level or above disciples in the sect.

Pei Qiyin and other guards ran to the rooftop after hearing the gunshots.

They were relieved to see that Lin Feng was fine.

Pei Qiyin ran over and began to search Hou Xinxi's body.

Like Duanmu Tai, he had nothing except a purse filled with silver.

He is so willful that he doesn't even have any proof of identity.

There are no weapons at all.

When traveling in the martial arts world, one is bound to fight with others, but these two are so proud that they don't bring anything with them.

Obviously, he doesn't take the heroes of the world seriously.