The appearance of Qing Yizi was completely unexpected by Ye Feng. In the final analysis, he underestimated the energy of the Taoist Holy Land. In just a few days, his whereabouts were found.
"Do you know why I didn't kill you when we were in the Ancient Tower?"
With his hands behind his back, Ye Feng looked at Qing Yizi in the attic across the street. No one could see his expression at the moment under the cover of his white jade face.
"Oh? Why?" Qing Yizi smiled.
"Because people of your level are not even the slightest threat to me, so I don't bother to kill you." Ye Feng said with a sneer on his lips, "But today, you proved to me that you are indeed a bit of a threat, so
You will definitely die."
Upon hearing this, the smile on Qing Yizi's face froze instantly.
"Humph, what an arrogant junior!"
With a cold shout, a figure flew out from the attic window across the street, and a vast and terrifying aura filled the air from his body.
Under the aura of this terrifying and powerful man, the crowds coming and going on the street suddenly went into panic. Many people were trembling, their feet were weak, and they collapsed directly on the ground.
Wearing a blue robe, with a slender figure, a majestic face, and murderous eyes, this person is in mid-air, and he is clearly a strong man who can fly in the air!
Feeling the murderous intent coming out of the other party locking him in, Ye Feng's expression became solemn. If his soul hadn't been powerful enough to rival the level of Emperor Wu, he would not have been able to withstand the pressure of this powerful aura.
of.
"Are you Ye Feng?" the middle-aged man in blue asked coldly.
"Who are you?" Ye Feng looked at him without fear.
"I, He Yundong, let me ask you, did my son He Yuxuan die in your hands?" The middle-aged man in blue looked down.
"Isn't this the headmaster of Zixiao Sword Sect?"
"He just said that He Yuxuan died at the hands of this person. Is he Ye Feng?"
"Three months ago, this man became famous in Yunxiao City. None of the three Martial Emperors could keep him. But He Yundong is the headmaster of the Zixiao Sword Sect and a Martial Saint-level powerhouse. He is not
Nothing compared to Emperor Wu!"
"What? Martial Saint level powerhouse?..."
There were exclamations and murmurs from the crowd of people watching near the street, and it was a hustle and bustle.
On weekdays, it is rare to see a strong Martial Emperor, and the existence of a Martial Saint is even rarer. It is said that in the entire Sun Moon Valley, only the Demon Immortal Palace has strong men of this level.
When the other party mentioned He Yuxuan, Ye Feng felt a chill in his heart.
Many people died at his hands in the Ancient Tower. Ye Feng expected that they would be chased by the forces behind those people after they came out.
It's just that he didn't expect that his whereabouts would be exposed so quickly that before he was ready, the other party had already blocked the door.
He is only at the middle stage of the Martial King. Even with full combat power, his strength cannot even reach the Martial Emperor level. Facing such a Martial Saint-level existence, there is no possibility of survival.
"It turns out to be Senior He from the Zixiao Sword Sect."
Ye Feng looked stunned for a moment, then pointed angrily at Qing Yizi in the attic across the street, and shouted loudly: "Senior He, don't be fooled, He Yuxuan was killed by him!"
"Wow!..."
Everyone present was in an uproar.
Even Qing Yizi's expression froze, and he didn't expect that Ye Feng would actually rake him back and slam the shit basin on his head.
He Yundong was also stunned, but after all, he was also a strong man who had been practicing for decades. Naturally, he would not believe Ye Feng just because he said this. He stared closely at Ye Feng's eyes, but found that his eyes were very clear, as if
It's not frame-up.
"Young Master in Tsing Yi." He Yundong frowned slightly and turned to look at the Young Master in Tsing Yi.
Sensing a hint of suspicion in He Yundong's tone, Qing Yizi showed anger and said coldly: "I can swear that if He Yuxuan is harmed by me, I will be struck by lightning, my soul will be scattered, and I will not die a good death!"
Warriors who enter the Tao through martial arts generally do not swear an oath easily, because if they violate their oaths, they will suffer divine punishment after entering the Tao, and all these will be fulfilled.
Sure enough, after Qing Yizi swore in public, He Yundong was convinced, and the fierce murderous aura came out of his body, like a sharp bone scraper, making Ye Feng feel stinging all over his body and feeling like he had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives.
"Do you dare to swear?" He Yundong stared at Ye Feng, "If you don't dare, it means you killed my Yuxuan child, and I will take your soul and light it up!"
Being oppressed by the aura of a powerful warrior saint, Ye Feng knew that it was difficult for him to pull off any tricks.
On the earth in my previous life, I swore that this kind of thing was just drinking water without any pressure at all, but in this Jiuyang Continent where martial arts practice is popular, it really comes true. This is the experience summed up by the ancestors over the countless years.
"If you can't fight, then fight!" In the Zifu Consciousness Sea, the Heaven-Seizing Cauldron and the Creation Furnace trembled slightly, and Ye Feng's entire body tensed up, ready to go.
At this moment, Ming Lao suddenly walked out behind him and stood side by side with Ye Feng. The pressure of the martial saint-level powerhouse released by He Yundong dissipated without a trace in an instant.
"Master, you and Ling'er leave here first." Ming Lao said.
"Ming Lao..."
"Don't worry, young master, these people can't hurt me yet." Ming Lao smiled calmly.
Being able to easily resolve the aura pressure of a Martial Saint-level powerhouse, it is obvious that Ming Lao's strength is at least at this level.
Ye Feng is not an indecisive person, and he knows very well that staying here will make Ming Lao constrained by his own strength.
Turning his hands to take out the two innate treasure gourds, Ming Lao shook his head and said: "Master, you should keep these two treasures for self-defense. The most I can do is help you stop He Yundong. I guess there will be other people who will."
Stop the young master from leaving."
After hearing this, Ye Feng did not insist, put away the two innate treasure gourds, turned around and left.
"Want to leave? Just stay with me!"
He Yundong snorted coldly, then flicked out a thunder arc sword light and slashed straight at him.
However, before the lightning arc sword light could be cut down, it was smashed to pieces by Ming Lao's palm.
"Another Martial Saint?" The crowd on the streets of Yunxiao City exclaimed again and again.
"boom!"
In an instant, the figures of two martial saint-level experts soared into the sky, and a shocking battle began in the sky above Yunxiao City.
Qing Yizi's face was gloomy, and he turned to look at Luo Huacheng, King Qi Tian, and Liu Qiyun, and said: "Is it time for the three of you to take action?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Tsing Yi, we won't let that kid escape this time!" Luo Huacheng and the three of them responded, and immediately their figures flashed and flew out of the attic.
"Bang!"
Accompanied by a dull loud noise, a terrifying wave of energy raged in the air. Ming Lao's figure did not move at all, while He Yundong flew backwards, with a look of horror on his face.
"Late Martial Saint! Who are you?"
He Yundong did not continue to take action, but stared at the opponent opposite him who was shrouded in black robes with a wary expression.
Entering the Tao through martial arts, after the Emperor Wu, the promotion of every small level is extremely difficult. Most of the strong men in the late stage of the Martial Saint remain hidden in the world, do not care about worldly affairs, devote themselves to cultivation, and pursue the eternal path to immortality. So He Yun
It would be so surprising to move.
Even though he is the leader of the Zixiao Sword Sect, his cultivation level is only in the early stage of the Martial Saint. Only the Supreme Elder can reach the late stage of the Martial Saint.
Ming Lao remained silent. He just took action to keep He Yundong behind, but looked down at Yunxiao City, where he saw Luo Hua transforming into three powerful Martial Emperors chasing Ye Feng.
"Young Master, I wonder how much your strength has improved during these three months of training in the Ancient Tower?" Ming Lao thought in his mind.
Although Ming Lao had his back turned to He Yun Dong, this strong man in the early stage of the Martial Saint did not dare to act rashly because the other party had already locked onto his aura, and any slightest movement would be noticed by the other party.
He Yuxuan's death filled his heart with endless murderous intent, but He Yundong was not blinded by hatred. He clearly understood that as long as this powerful man in the late martial arts stage existed, he would have no chance to kill Ye Feng.