The two fought more than ten more moves, and Feng Boe suddenly laughed, "Since you are so confident in your palm technique, Feng will try it!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and greeted the man in brown clothes.

The man in brown shirt was overjoyed and immediately raised seven points of internal strength, with a total of nine points of internal strength gathering in his palm, trying to severely injure the storm with one palm.

Fengboye seemed to have not realized it, but just a plain palm came up. With a loud "bang", the palms were connected. The man in brown was slightly stunned at first, and then his face changed drastically. The next moment, his body was thrown out like a sack.

Everyone in the forest smiled happily, and they were full of compliments such as "The Fourth Master of Feng is powerful" and "The Fourth Master of Feng is invincible in magical powers".

Feng Boye looked at the man in brown shirt who was a few feet away from the dead and frowned slightly, "Hey, the young leader of the Tianying Sect, can't even stand this little force? I have left enough."

"So this person is the young leader of the Tianying Cult, King Yin Ye!" Tingfeng, who was hiding outside the forest, said softly, and then looked at Murong Fu with a slight confusion. "Didn't the Tianying Cult set up his own business with the Ming Cult? Why did he join in the fun?"

Murong Fu chuckled, "What's the matter? The reason why Yin Tianzheng left the Ming Cult is entirely because the Ming Cult is fighting for power and profit within the Ming Cult is in chaos. In fact, he is still on the sideliness. Now that the Ming Cult is in trouble, how could he stand by and watch!"

"So that's the case. In this way, the long-lost Purple-dressed Dragon King, the Golden Lion King, and the right envoy of Light Fan Yao will appear one after another?" Tingfeng's thoughts changed, but he thought of the long-lost senior management of the Ming Cult.

Murong Fu shook his head, "The Purple-Shirt Dragon King has really broken out and he will not care about the life or death of the Ming Cult. The Golden Lion King can't come. As for Fan Yao, hehe, he might have already come..."

"Ah? Already here? Where is it?" Tingfeng was startled and looked around.

Murong Fu hurriedly pressed her little head, "He won't be like this anymore, don't attract the attention of those people in the forest!"

Tingfeng nodded and said nothing, turning to look at the forest.

At this time, the storm in the forest was walking towards King Yin Ye, cursing, "King King Yin Ye? Are you dead? I tell you, don't pretend to be dead and attack me..."

Suddenly, a loud shout came, "Don't hurt my young leader!"

Then a figure jumped out of the dense forest. Fengboye stopped and turned to look at it. It was an old man with a bald man in gray robe.

The old man stepped towards King Yin Ye in two steps, and stopped in front of King Yin Ye, "Young Master, Young Master..."

Seeing that he had no response, the old man glared at Feng Boye fiercely, reached out and shook Yin Yewang's shoulder, "Young Master, wake up..."

"Uh..." After a while, King Yin Ye woke up in a daze. It turned out that he was shocked by Feng Boye's palm power just now.

"It's Bai Guishou, how did I ask you to do?" After Wang Yin Ye woke up, he looked at the person who helped him get up and asked out loud.

"Go back to the Young Master, everyone has brought it!" Then he turned his head and glanced at everyone in the forest, "These people dared to injure the Young Master, they all deserve to die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a "rustling" sound came from the forest. Then he saw that the small open space was surrounded by archers, and nearly a hundred faint bows and arrows aimed at the people in the forest.

Everyone was shocked, and many people even instinctively squeezed into the crowd, trying to make others use shields. For a moment, the knights in the open space were in chaos.

"What's the noise? Quiet!" Feng Boye shouted with a frown. Although the sound was not loud, it was clearly heard in everyone's ears.

Everyone was shocked, and at the same time they felt a little relieved and gradually calmed down.

When everyone stopped talking, Feng Boye snorted coldly, "What are you afraid of? Since you dare to encircle and suppress the Ming Cult, you have already prepared to die. Although these people are from the Tianying Cult, they are also part of the Demon Cult, and it is not unfair to fight with these people!"

Everyone looked at each other. Most of these people came from small gangs, such as the Sanmen Gang, Haisha Sect, Shenquan Sect, etc., and they all had some grudges with the Ming Cult to more or less. They heard that the Emei Sect gathered the righteous martial arts world to attack the Ming Cult, so they came to see if they could get some benefits in the name of revenge.

It is precisely because of this that they deliberately fell behind major sects. They never thought they would meet the King Yin Ye of the Tianying Sect. Some timid people suddenly looked like earth and felt extremely regretful.

"It turns out that the young master is waiting for these people!" Lin Wai's Tingfeng suddenly realized, "How could the young master know that the large number of people from the Tianying Sect are here?"

Murong Fu smiled slightly, "Guess!"

"Young Master is dead!"

"Mr. Feng's internal strength is so deep that he is the only one who has seen Yin in his life. I'm afraid the Murong family can't support you, this great Buddha. I wonder if he is interested in joining the Sky Eagle Sect? As long as the teacher is willing, he can be guaranteed, and the position of deputy leader cannot escape!"

At this time, the clearing ground in the forest, King Yin Ye's face turned slightly pale, but the pride in his eyes that could not be concealed was actually giving olive branches to Fengboye.

"Hahaha..." Feng Boe was stunned at first, then burst into laughter.

Seeing that Feng Boye had no intention of stopping for a while, King Yin Ye's face gradually turned pale, "Hmph, if you don't want to, just say it, what's so funny!"

"Haha...yes...sorry..." Feng Boye stuttered when he spoke, but seeing that King Yin Ye seemed to be about to lose his patience, he hurriedly held back his smile and straightened his face, "To be honest, the martial arts skills in the Murong family are only at the bottom. How could the Murong family not be able to hold on to me, and..."

"And what?" King Yin Ye was a little dissatisfied with his previous words, and still had a glimmer of hope.

Fengbo's evil expression immediately became serious and no longer looked hipster and smiling. "In the low life, he is a member of the Murong family, and he is a ghost of the Murong family. He will definitely not join his mission!"

King Yin Ye looked at Feng Boye deeply, his face changed in a calm state. After a while, he sighed, "Since that's the case, please take the Murong family's people and leave by themselves!"

Feng Boe Ye shook his head, "That's not OK. It would be fine if Feng didn't meet these people. Since they met them, they would have to take care of them!"

Everyone immediately looked happy. Now they were all counting on Fengbo Evil. If Fengbo Evil left by themselves, it would be impossible for them to survive.

King Yin Ye's face looked ugly again, "Hmph, this master asked you to leave, not because he was afraid of the Murong family. It's just that he is in trouble now and doesn't want to have one more enemy. It must be noted that these 100 strong bows fire arrows at the same time, no matter how high your martial arts are, it will be difficult to survive!"

Feng Boye shook his head with regret, "This is a coincidence. We represent the Murong family who came to encircle Guangmingding at the invitation of the Emei Sect. It seems that we have to be an enemy if we don't want to be an enemy..."

King Yin Ye immediately looked suspicious, "Oh? The Murong family is neither good nor evil, how could they help Emei this time?"

"this……"

"What are you talking about to him? Kill all these people..." But it was Yao Yue who interrupted Feng Bo's evil words first and said this coldly.

As soon as these words were said, the tranquility around him suddenly became unspeakable, and even felt a little cold. Those people in the martial arts world who were originally standing around Yaoyue also involuntarily took a few steps back.

The storm immediately looked bitter and frowned tightly, "I said Yue Girl, can you restrain your murderous aura? It's not time to fight to the death. I want to leave as soon as I want, but if you are 20,000, you will definitely not let me go if you break a little bit of skin!"

"Hmph, we don't want your care!" Yao Yue didn't give him any face.

"Oh, why did your son send you to follow me..." Feng Boe whispered.

"What did you say?" Yao Yue raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Feng Boye with a cold look on her face.

"Hehe, nothing, nothing!" Feng Bo denied it with a smirk.

"Okay, OK, Yao Yue, please say less. The Fourth Master looks relaxed and casual. I guess there is something to do!" But Lian Xing came out to smooth things over.

"You are still Xingmei, you are gentle and considerate. I believe the young master likes you more! Unlike some people, they have a cold face all day long and will kill everyone at any time..." Feng Boe looked at Yao Yue and said with a hint of meaning.

Yao Yue immediately had a cold eyebrows, and the sword in her hand trembled gently, as if she was about to be unsheathed at any time.

Lian Xing hurriedly stood in front of Yao Yue and smiled slightly on his face, "The Fourth Master knows that Yao Yue is not good at speaking, so don't tease her anymore. Now we are surrounded by enemies!"

Everyone around couldn't help but rolled their eyes, "You know that the enemy is in front of you now? You still have time to play and make fun of it. You really can't be the son of man!"

On the contrary, there was no sign of anger on King Yin Ye's face. He hugged his hands in front of his chest and looked at Feng Boye and the others with a smile, looking patiently waiting.

There were occasionally "rustling" sounds around the dense forest. During this short period of time, the Tianying Sect rushed to another group of people, and the total number was 300.

Except for the Murong family, everyone in the forest had already lost their faces and looked desperate.

Seeing that the manpower was almost over, King Yin Ye looked at Feng Boe with great pleasure, "I have just given you a chance to leave. Since you gave up, I can't blame me now!"

If he wasn't sure to leave a storm just now, he was very calm now. You must know that even his father, the White-Browed Eagle King, was surrounded by 300 elite archers, would be unable to escape.

"As for the two twins with great beauty, it's a pity to die!" King Yin Ye shook his head secretly, suddenly moved his heart, raised his right hand and ordered: "Apart from those two twin girls, everyone else is shot to death!"

"Oh, wait..."

Before the storm was finished, "swish" and "swish". For a moment, the sound of feathered arrows in the forest break through the air, and hundreds of feathered arrows shot densely at everyone. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!