"Miss, let's go!"

The old man knew that he would not invite Zhang Yifeng back this time, but there was no way. This was the consequence of bringing their lady with him. They originally planned to be polite, but the lady's temper was too willful.

After hearing the old man's words, although the woman was unwilling to give up, the strongest elder Feng was defeated. When will he not leave?

"You, you...I remember you! Humph, when my dad comes, you will feel good."

The woman said a harsh word and quickly turned around, intending to leave the place.

Zhang Yifeng suddenly used the magical wind footwork, blocked the woman, and said coldly: "Have I ever told you to leave?"

"What are you doing? Don't hurt the lady!" Brother Tiebang was anxious and thought Zhang Yifeng was going to attack the woman.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt her." Zhang Yifeng spoke in a calm voice, and said this, but his hand grabbed the woman's neck.

"Boy, I advise you to let go of the lady as soon as possible, otherwise you can't afford the consequences!" The old man adjusted his breathing and looked at Zhang Yifeng with a gloomy face.

Zhang Yifeng strangled the girl's snow-white neck with one hand and fiddled with the girl's hair with the other. His movements seemed a little frivolous, and the girl was so angry that she trembled, but she was helpless.

"I will let go of people."

Zhang Yifeng's plain voice came.

"You know what you know." The old man breathed a sigh of relief.

"But after she will be a female slave for me for a few months!" Zhang Yifeng's voice came again.

"What! What a lady we are, how can we be a female slave for you!" A man with iron stick cursed.

Another iron stick man also said, "I want my lady to be a female slave for you, dream!"

Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "It's okay if your lady is not used as a person, so you can do it."

"You!" The iron stick brother was so angry that he was about to rush up and fight with Zhang Yifeng, but was stopped by the old man, telling them not to act rashly.

The old man pointed at the woman with his old finger and said lightly: "Do you know who she is?"

"Isn't it just the lady of Taihe School? She seems to have said that Taihe School is a three-star sect."

"It's good to know, let her go."

"Let me go? Then I have to wait until I become a female slave. Because not everyone is qualified to be arrogant in front of me!" Zhang Yifeng sneered.

The girl has a low cultivation level and a big temper. How could Zhang Yifeng make her arrogant in front of her?

"Boy, you are looking for death! When the sect leader comes in person, you will definitely die." The old man threatened.

A cold light shot out from Zhang Yifeng's eyes: "Wu Kuangren? Let him come! I promise, he will die."

"Okay, okay, okay!" The old man said three good words in a row, and was so angry that he almost vomited blood again. He had seen the arrogant ones and had never seen such an arrogant one!

Although this kid is powerful, he is not a Wu Kuangren after all. If he is not a Wu Kuangren, he will not know how big the gap is between Wu Kuangren and the later stages of the Feng Feng.

After saying three good words, the old man did not speak again, but turned around and left.

"Elder Feng, save me!" The girl was shocked.

"Elder Feng, this..." Brother Iron Stick was also a little surprised.

The old man turned around and glared at the two of them: "He doesn't dare to do anything to the lady, let's go back first."

Brother Iron Stick wanted to say something else, but he could only follow the old man.

Seeing the old man leave, the girl struggled. She never expected that Elder Feng would leave her behind!

"Boy, let me go, or I will suck your tendons and peel your skin."

"Scared me?" Zhang Yifeng smiled coldly and said, "Don't waste your saliva, be a female slave for me!"

"You're dreaming!" the girl gritted her teeth and scolded.

Zhang Yifeng turned his head and looked at Rose and said, "This woman has a bad temper. Please help me train me well. In the future, all the miscellaneous items at home will be handed over to her."

As he said that, Zhang Yifeng threw the girl at the rose casually.

"No problem." Rose grabbed the girl's hand.

"You...if you dare to let me be your female slave, I will never end up with you!" The girl yelled and struggled constantly, but her cultivation was not high and she was no match for Rose at all.

But this girl was indeed a troublesome when she was tossing. After all, Meng Nishang was an ordinary person in the yard. Zhang Yifeng was afraid that something might happen, so he simply temporarily sealed the girl's cultivation.

"Come with me. There are indeed some dirty clothes at home that have not been washed!" Rose's voice came.

"You dare to ask me to wash your clothes! I...Oh, you dare to hit me in the head! No one has dared to hit me since I was a child, oh, you still hit me."

...

It’s noon at sunset and the breeze is warm.

In the yard, a girl was washing clothes.

The girl found a stick from somewhere, as if she had a deep hatred for these clothes, and kept beating them one by one.

Under the steps, Zhang Yifeng asked Meigui: "What did you do? He can really let her wash clothes well."

Rose smiled faintly: "It's very simple. If she doesn't wash clothes, I won't change her clothes or let her take a bath. Girls love to be clean. It's more uncomfortable to not take a shower or change clothes a day than killing her."

“It’s OK…”

Zhang Yifeng shook his head with a wry smile, and then he spoke.

"Please pay attention to her. If the lady has a bad temper, it will be bad if she vents her anger on the flowers and plants in my flower bed."

"Well, I'll look at her."

Zhang Yifeng nodded, then returned to the room and began to take the magic refining pill.

This is his third time taking the Refining Pill. Four days ago, he took the second pill. He should be able to take the third pill today.

After refining the divine pill, the specific energy went directly to the sea of ​​consciousness. Zhang Yifeng's sea of ​​consciousness was slowly expanding. From a clear place of about ten meters, it turned into thirty meters.

With Zhang Yifeng's current spiritual power, no warrior on earth can directly break his soul fire. Even the other party will attack the soul's martial arts.

Zhang Yifeng estimated that after taking all this batch of magic refining pills, even if his cultivation level does not increase to the fifth level, he can rely on his powerful spiritual sense to directly kill the strong men in the early stage of Wu Kuangren! Even if he cannot kill, he will definitely seriously injure the masters in the early stage of Wu Kuangren.

The soul attack specializes in the fire of souls, and it is impossible to defend against it.

In the future, the attack of the soul and the spiritual fire of heaven and earth will be his most powerful reliance.

After taking the Refining Pill, Zhang Yifeng locked himself in the door.

After his body recovered seven or eight levels, he finally had the strength to build a weapon.

Zhang Yifeng is not a forging master. He does not know any forging techniques, but only some simple forging techniques. He is also learned through his previous life.

The same material, the things forged by Zhang Yifeng are definitely not as good as those of the lowest-level forge. But there is no way, who makes him lack decent weapons?

Zhang Yifeng did not have a forging furnace, only a elixir furnace. Two days ago, he bought a big iron hammer, an iron rack and a big iron pliers outside.
Chapter completed!