Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment

Chapter 1203 Your Knife Should Be Sharpened

"Friend, are you alright?"

Ye Feng tried to ask in the language of the Island Country, but he did not get any reply.

He could only walk over and flip the man over.

Under the illumination of the car lights, he could barely make out his face. It was a dark face, and it was abnormally dark.

Ye Feng could tell at a glance that this man was poisoned.

"Hmm?" He stared at the man\'s face for a long time. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it felt, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

After a moment of closer observation, he immediately remembered.

Wasn\'t this the man who sold him the Zhanlu Sword?

Back then, this person had stabbed the Zhanlu Sword into the middle of the street. He would sell the sword to whoever could pull it out.

In the end, Ye Feng successfully pulled out the arrow and paid 200 million to buy the Zhanlu Sword.

After that day, he had not seen this person again. He did not expect to meet him in Japan today.

The two of them had fought that day. This person could be said to be the strongest expert he had ever seen in real life. His strength was not weaker than his.

He didn\'t know what he had experienced, but he was actually almost dead.

Judging from the poison he was inflicted with, it was obvious that it was a lethal poison that would kill anyone who saw it.

It was already a miracle that this man could hold on until the poison spread throughout his body before he collapsed.

He didn\'t hesitate and hurriedly took out the Taixuan Divine Needles.

He rarely used the Taixuan Divine Needles because ordinary illnesses could be solved with silver needles.

However, this middle-aged man was too deeply poisoned. It was too late to use ordinary silver needles. He could only try using the Taixuan Divine Needles.

Just as he was about to insert the golden needles into the middle-aged man\'s Shenshu, Tianchi, and Renzhong acupoints, a cold voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Brat, are you courting death?"

Ye Feng turned around and saw five people in black robes behind him.

These five people were like ghosts, appearing there without anyone noticing. Their bodies emitted a strange aura.

"I hit him with my car just now. I want to see if he can still be saved."

Ye Feng looked at their expressions and guessed that this middle-aged man was probably plotted against by these people.

"You have nothing to do here. Leave immediately," one of the black-robed men said coldly.

This person\'s voice was very hoarse, like a duck being strangled, making people feel very uncomfortable.

"How can I do that? I\'ve hit someone, so I have to be responsible for it. If I leave now, it\'ll be considered escaping." Ye Feng acted like a law-abiding citizen.

The man with the croaky voice was getting impatient. "I told you to get lost. If you continue to talk nonsense, I\'ll cut off your tongue."

Ye Feng was unhappy. "How can you say that? You want me to get lost, so I\'ll get lost? Does this road belong to your family?"

"Hehehe, since you don\'t want to leave, then die with him," the man with the croaky voice said as he walked over.

When he passed by Ye Feng, he did not stop, but a saber suddenly appeared in his hand, and a cold light flashed in the air.

This cold light flashed and disappeared, and the saber returned to its sheath in an instant.

The man with the croaky voice didn\'t look at the results of his battle. Instead, he walked directly toward the poisoned man.

This was because he was very confident in his saber technique. For an expert of his level, killing an ordinary person was as easy as killing a chicken. There was no reason for him to miss.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind him. "What was that thing just now? You scared me."

"Hmm?"

The man with the croaky voice stopped in his tracks and immediately turned around. He saw that the reckless fellow from before was standing three steps behind him.

"En?"

Logically speaking, his knife had already cut the other party\'s throat, and the other party should have already become a corpse.

However, this fellow was still standing there alive and kicking.

This made the man with the croaky voice doubt his life. How could this be? Could it be that because he had just fought a huge battle, it caused the angle of his saber to deviate?

Yes, that must be the case.

Otherwise, how could a mere ordinary person dodge his killing blow?

"Consider yourself lucky. Since you managed to escape with your life, then hurry up and get lost."

The man with the croaky voice glanced at Ye Feng coldly. There was no warmth in his eyes.

"I don\'t like what you\'re saying. What do you mean by escaping by luck? Are you blind from old age?" Ye Feng mercilessly activated taunt mode.

The man\'s gaze became colder and colder. "You have a sharp tongue. Death is not worth regretting!"

As he spoke, he slowly walked toward him again.

Shua shua…

A cold light flashed in his hand and then disappeared in an instant.

The man with the croaky voice did not look at him again and turned to leave.

He did not need to confirm the outcome of the battle. According to his past experience, his knife had already slit the other party\'s throat. What followed next was a spurt of blood…

However, before he could move, the voice that he hated sounded again. "You should sharpen your knife. Chopping someone\'s neck, you didn\'t even manage to cut it off after two tries."

The man with the croaky voice turned around and looked at Ye Feng in shock.

Even a powerful martial artist would find it difficult to dodge that slash, let alone an ordinary person.

Now, even a fool could see that the young man in front of him was not as simple as he looked.

F*ck, he actually misjudged him.

This time, even the four people behind him could see that there was something strange about this young man.

Shua, shua…

The four of them occupied four different positions, surrounding Ye Feng in the center.

"Who exactly are you? What is your relationship with this person?" The man with the croaky voice stared at Ye Feng. His gaze was like a poisonous snake.

"Didn\'t I tell you just now? It\'s the relationship between hitting someone and being hit. Didn\'t you hear? If your throat isn\'t good, then your ears aren\'t good either?" Ye Feng looked at him speechlessly.

"Since you won\'t tell the truth, then go to h*ll."

The man with the croaky voice was straightforward in his actions. He wanted to take someone\'s life at the slightest disagreement.

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled out the saber in his hand again. A cold light filled with killing intent pointed at Ye Feng.

The man with the croaky voice could be considered decisive. He pulled out his saber and killed people at the slightest disagreement.

Moreover, his movement technique was very strange. He appeared in front of Ye Feng in the blink of an eye. The saber in his hand slashed out, aiming for Ye Feng\'s neck.

The moment he attacked, Ye Feng\'s eyes lit up.

Ninjas, ninjas again!

Judging from the movement technique and moves of the man with the croaky voice, his strength should be weaker than Feng Jianwu\'s, but it was not too far off.

Moreover, his moves were even more crafty and ruthless than Feng Jianwu\'s. They should not be from the same sect.

If it was any other time, he would be very interested in competing these people.

But now, the middle-aged man was poisoned and his life was in danger.

If he delayed for too long, even if a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal descended to the mortal world, it would be useless.

Knowing the importance of the matter, he did not hold back.

At this moment, the man with the croaky voice\'s saber was less than ten centimeters away from his throat.