Outside the city of Qingyang, the door is closed by heavy snow.

Even the whole world of Bai Weng becomes a vast world.

He found a back chair green hill place to bury his master, facing the coming spring, here should also be regarded as the injury, beautiful scenery.

After painstaking efforts to dig up the frozen soil, chen fan buried his master in a hurry. After three worships and nine knocks, he murmured to himself, "you saved my life, but now I bury you with my own hands. You and I have been cleared."

After solving everything, chen fan went to the city. Now that he has enough money at home, he has to worry about his future life.

Of course, when he came back to the blacksmith's shop again, the shop was surrounded by three floors inside and three outside. People pointed and pointed, and Chen Fan's ears occasionally heard jingling sound.

"What are you driving?"

Apart from the crowd, chen fan was in a mess.

So far, all the objects in the house have been moved out, and even the tools for forging iron have been thrown on the ground at will.

"It's you who are useless. Your master's son of a bitch is dead. He still owes us money. Take out the valuable things to pay off the debt!"

Several ferocious men grabbed Chen Fan's collar and lifted him up.

For a moment, chen fan felt more and more cold, it was a kind of cold from inside to outside.

"Master, I will pay off the money he owes, but you have to wait until I can forge iron after the Spring Festival. What can I do to repay the money now?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Several big men ignored Chen Fan's argument and continued: "we are going to see the money now. If you don't have money, you'll have to pay for your rags, and the house will be ours."

After that, he threw chen fan to the ground, and then went into the house to search again.

At this moment, chen fan's face is covered with snow. After melting, it turns into ice water and drops into the lapel.

He looked around, the indifference of passers-by seemed to reflect the ice and snow all over the sky.

No one looked at him, and no one showed any sympathy, because Chen Fan was just a poor man.

Suddenly, I clenched my fists and looked at the wood knife not far away from me. A trace of violent emotion was revealed from my expression!

Time and time are full of human feelings and human feelings. It's not easy. Now that the master is dead, chen fan can manage the blacksmith shop he left with his heart.

After the distraction to live, but now we have to face such things.

Chen fan, can't stand it!

Holding a wood knife, chen fan was like a madman at this moment. His eyes were red, and people around him saw the retrogression of self-protection!

"Since you won't let me live, then all of you will die together!"

With a huge roar, chen fan got up and swung a wood knife, and then cut at one of the big men.

"Poof!"

Blood immediately sprayed out a few feet high, a head high jump, a long time later fell to the ground.

The scene of violent killing shocked the vast majority of people, but it did not make the rest of the big men afraid.

They are all living by licking blood on the tip of a knife. Where can they be afraid of Chen Fan's thin body?

Several dodged to avoid the attack, and then directly seized the Chai Dao.

"You bastard, you dare to resist. I won't kill you today!"

Then, chen fan immediately felt a burst of pain into his mind, looking down, his chest has been stabbed by a wood knife.

You can even feel the cool wind pouring down your chest.

"Am I going to die?"

Chen Fan suddenly felt that the opportunity in his eyes became slow, but his thinking was clearer than ever.

"I didn't expect that in the end I would be killed by some people who didn't even know their names!"

"If I didn't go wrong in my practice, now I should have been very high."

Chen Fan slowly closed his eyes, at the same time, the whole world began to collapse.