After Zhang Yifeng's words came to an end, everyone at the scene was stunned. They thought this kid had some background and feelings were just an ant that attracted public attention. The young man smiled at that time and said, "I thought you were the one who was also an ant."

Zhang Yifeng looked at the laughing crowd and said with a plain look: "Everyone's birth cannot be determined by himself. Maybe you are better than me, but this does not mean that you are superior to me. Heroes never ask where they are, and their origins cannot determine their height. Only fools often keep their identity as a certain young master in their mouths."

As soon as Zhang Yifeng said this, the people at the scene stopped smiling. Some people even looked at Zhang Yifeng with a hint of appreciation.

When facing a strong man, being able to say such words calmly is a reflection of his ability. This is enough to make people look at him with admiration.

Unfortunately, appreciation is reality after all. A person who has no future challenges the young master of the high-level town, which is to seek death.

At this moment, somewhere in the corner, a woman in black turned her head and looked at Zhang Yifeng, with curiosity in her eyes.

The woman holds tea in her left hand and a sword in her right hand. As a swordsman, she keeps her sword in hand.

"Boy, who are you talking about?"

The young man's angry voice came, wasn't Zhang Yifeng calling him a fool in disguise?

Zhang Yifeng smiled faintly and said, "What do you think, you're a fool."

The young man was angry at that time: "Boy has a habit. If it weren't for the territory of the Wuji Shang League, would you think you could still stand here and talk to me?"

Zhang Yifeng nodded suddenly: "If you don't say it, I've forgotten that this is the territory of the Wuji Shang Alliance. It's really a bit of trouble for me to kill you here."

Zhang Yifeng said, turning around and leaving the inn.

This action shocked everyone on the scene.

"What is this kid going to do after leaving the inn? Are he looking for death?"

"Although this kid was born humble, I have to say that this kid is quite talented."

"Tsk tsk, such a bloody boy is just right to be my disciple of the old blood ghost, provided that if he can live."

In the inn, some people think that Zhang Yifeng is seeking death, while others like Zhang Yifeng's bloody character.

Zhang Yifeng's voice was still floating, and the person had already left the inn.

"This is a boy named Zhang Yifeng, where does he get his confidence?"

"Go, follow."

In an instant, many powerful people watching the fun followed out from the inn.

"People outside, give up a space!"

These strong men released pressure at the same time, winning a small territory for Zhang Yifeng and the young man.

"What's going on?"

At this time, the movement here attracted everyone's attention. The space in the valley was not very loose, and it could be said that one person could be said to be two steps and one person could be said to be two steps and one person could be said to be two steps and one person could be said to be two steps and one person.

"I don't know, it seems that he is an unknown junior who wants to challenge the young master of the high-level town."

"What, the unknown junior challenged the young master of the high-level town. Is this asking for death?"

"Who knows, I guess there is something wrong with my brain."

More and more people were attracted, and even the people from the treasure utensil pavilion next door came out, and Xue Mei’s shopping guide was also among them.

"It's him!"

Xue Mei's shopping guide trembled. When she heard that an unknown junior challenged the senior town master, she had a premonition that this person might be Zhang Yifeng. When she saw it, she really scared her.

"This kid is simply looking for death."

Shopping guide Xue Mei shook her head, then did not hesitate, and immediately turned back to the treasure pavilion. This matter must be reported to the shopkeeper Situ. She could see that the shopkeeper Situ was very fond of this kid.

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"Boy, how do you want to die?"

In the crowd, the arrogant voice of the young man came. This sentence was clearly said to Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng was too lazy to pay attention to the young man. He turned to look at the strong man around him and said lightly: "Who has a sword? Can you lend me one?"

After his words, a strong man soon threw a sword.

"This is the best weapon, called Qinggang Sword. I admire your hero without asking where he is, and birth cannot determine height. Some people have superior backgrounds, but it does not mean that he can be superior."

This is a middle-aged man with a scar on his face. He has experienced many battles at first glance. He should be a strong man with little background. "My God, taking action is a top-notch weapon! As long as you are not prepared for this level of weapon, a child can assassinate a strong man with him."

"This middle-aged man must be a powerful casual cultivator, and his strength is definitely not weak."

"Although the best weapon is good, it's a pity that it's not very useful in your hands. You're probably not a master yet, right?"

A young man's sarcasm voice came. Even though Zhang Yifeng was holding the best weapon, he did not take Zhang Yifeng to heart.

"ignorance."

Zhang Yifeng didn't want to talk nonsense at all. His spiritual energy suddenly released. This spiritual energy surged and the master's later cultivation was fully revealed.

"This...the master's late breath!"

"This kid is young and has the late stage of the master's cultivation. It's probably impossible for him to have no sect or sect."

Amid the shocked discussions of the warriors, Zhang Yifeng attacked without warning.

The spiritual energy in his body quickly condensed. These condensed energy formed a series of spiritual energy illusion swords. The cultivator, who was originally talking, widened his eyes on the spot.

"How is that possible!"

Above Zhang Yifeng's head, there were dense spiritual swords, like a sword galaxy. At first glance, I didn't know how many swords there were! In addition, there was also the best sword in these spiritual swords, but no one knew which one was the real sword.

"Three thousand magic swords. Kill!"

The next moment, Zhang Yifeng shouted coldly.

The sword galaxies fell from the sky and formed a sword formation, both in the sky and the ground, in all directions, as if endless, three thousand swords rushed to the young man quickly.

In just a blink of an eye, the young man's figure disappeared, and his body was completely surrounded by the magic sword.

Three thousand swords, what a terrifying number.

Sima Han's whole body trembled. Isn't this the unique skill of his master "Phantom Sword"? Even his master only mastered 3500 illusion swords, but when he arrived at Zhang Yifeng, it turned into 30,000 illusion swords!

The powerful relationship among them is more than just one plus one.

"Break it for me!"

I heard the young man shouting softly, and a muffled sound came. The magic sword surrounding the young man disappeared instantly.

This young man is also a late-stage master.

"No, there is a sword!"

Suddenly someone in the crowd exclaimed, and some warriors discovered that not all the swords were shattered.

"Where is the sword? I didn't see it."

"There is a hilt of a sword on his head!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately looked closely. At that moment, everyone's pupils kept shrinking.
Chapter completed!