"What do you think of the master?" As he thought, the spiritual practitioner couldn't help but ask.

"Sir, let us go directly to Qin Feng to confirm the situation." The correspondent said, his face not very good.

The spiritual practitioner was silent for a few seconds, as if he was meditating.

The subordinates looked at the spiritual cultivation together, waiting for his answer.

"The troops are divided into two groups." After about twenty seconds, spiritual cultivation finally raised his eyes as if he was determined, "Go to Lord Xu to support him, follow me to find Qin Feng."

"Okay." The subordinates nodded and quickly divided into two teams. The people followed the spiritual cultivator and ran straight towards the place where Qin Feng lived.

Let’s not talk about the other team for now, the team led by the spiritual cultivation encountered a lot of trouble along the way.

Several guards seemed to have some doubts about their seemingly organized teams, thinking that they were the remnants of the Baitu base, and they would stop them from finding Qin Feng whenever they said they would stop them.

The spiritual cultivation became more and more certain in his heart that Qin Feng must have fallen into the hands of the You Alliance. At the same time, he took people to deal with these guards who blocked the road and forcibly broke into Qin Feng's residence.

They did not disturb the guards outside the residence and secretly lurked in from the remote window.

Qin Feng was playing Goji face to face with Mo Wen at this time. He didn't raise his head when he heard the noise. Instead, he frowned and stared at the chessboard in front of him more and more seriously.

The Goji who he was proud of couldn't even connect to Mo Wen!

Generally speaking, talking about a person's chess skills refers to his ability to play Go, but Qin Feng only knows how to play Go, so Mo Wen plays with him.

I originally thought it would make Mo Wen collapse, but I didn't think that he didn't take him seriously at all. Although I couldn't say that I won every game, I definitely won most of them.

"Awen is so awesome." Yu Lan praised loudly.

Mo Wen smiled happily, even his ears were soft and red, but Qin Feng's mood was not very good. When he thought of his most persistent and favorite zombie worship eyes on his opponent, he felt angry.

He became more and more serious, and Qin Feng said that he would win the game in front of him.

However, the spiritual practitioner would not give him time seriously. He could only hear a violent and noisy sound. The group of them broke into the window with the bullets of the guards.

"I didn't expect to be discovered!" Ling Xiu gritted his teeth, and he didn't expect to raise his eyes and saw Qin Feng sitting at the table. His eyes lit up immediately.

"Lord Qin City!" he shouted, "I am the spiritual practitioner of the North. We think you may be hijacked by the criminals of the Desire Alliance and rushed over to support you."

I really wanted to ignore the intrusion of the spiritual practitioners and the others. Qin Feng closed his eyes impatiently, turned his eyes sideways and said coldly, "The criminal you mentioned is right in front of me."

The spiritual cultivator was stunned, and the next second he picked up the gun and pointed it at Mo Wen, looking indignant, "Lord Qin City, you can rest assured that our people from the north will be able to rescue you soon!"

Qin Feng and Wen Xining, who arrived later, were speechless. Which eye of this guy saw that they needed rescue?

"Kill, kill." Take out a white piece and put it on the chessboard. Qin Feng waved his hand impatiently while remembering the numbers in his heart, "You can't even feed annie so stupid."

Then I realized that the atmosphere in the room was not as tense as he imagined. The spiritual cultivation's Adam's apple rolled twice

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A few drops of cold sweat gathered together and dripped along his forehead on the ground.

His breathing gradually became heavier, and the spiritual cultivator raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at Qin Feng's head.

"Lord Qin City, we are people from the north. Do you want to be enemies with our north?"

Listening to Ling Xiuli's righteous question, Yu Lan, who had been leaning in Mo Wen's arms without showing her face suddenly sneered.

Mo Wen's expression changed in the moment when he was famous for his spiritual cultivation. He would not forget that one of the people who hurt Yu Lan was called spiritual cultivation.

"What do people in the north look like?" Mo Wen chuckled with a slight look on his face, "Since you entered this room, you have no chance of getting out alive."

Mo Wen looked extremely gentle at this time, and even his smile made people feel gentle.

The moment when Mo Wen opened his mouth, the spiritual cultivation felt that the blood in his body began to flow backwards, his breathing gradually became heavier, and his legs began to become weak without being controlled.

"Who are you!" He held the gun in his hand calmly, staring at his eyes and growled.

"He is the leader of the Youhui Alliance you mentioned." Qin Feng felt that he might win this game, but now he felt good again, "It seems that I might win this game."

"It's not the last." Mo Wen chuckled slightly, and the black piece in his hand seemed to fall on the chessboard casually.

Qin Feng frowned again, and he gritted his teeth and began to ponder.

"You two..." Seeing that the atmosphere between Mo Wen and Qin Feng was not as nervous as he imagined, Ling Xiu immediately spoke after a brief shock in his heart, "Qin Feng, you actually cooperated with the You Alliance, are you crazy!"

Qin Feng rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to him.

"What exactly can't be given to you in the north? It's worth your cooperation with such forces that cannot be promoted!?" The spiritual cultivator said more and more, and the trigger in his hand was directly pulled towards Qin Feng.

This situation is extremely unfavorable for them now. He must find an opportunity to hold the leader of the You Alliance or Qin Feng hostage.

The moment he pulled the trigger, Wen Xining's expression changed. He rushed over and pushed Qin Feng to the ground, and knocked the chessboard away.

Poor Qin Feng was still holding a white boy who was about to go down, and just watched the chessboard he could win flew away.

Mo Wen also subconsciously protected Yu Lan, and then glared at the spiritual cultivation coldly.

Under Mo Wen's gaze, the spiritual cultivator only felt his consciousness stiffen, and the next second he realized that many bright red blood stains were splashed on his face and body.

Turning around and looking, all the psychics who followed him turned into blood clots, leaving him alone standing alone, like a lamb preparing to accept sanctions.

"You can't get on the table?" Mo Wen snorted and laughed, "Get your brain longer and talk."

The spiritual cultivator's legs became weak and he fell down from the pool of blood.

The psychics who died just now were all elites in their northern part. How could they think that they turned into pieces of meat in a glance?

This is not the power of human beings... Is the leader of the Desire Alliance so strong?
Chapter completed!