This world is a fucked up world. Others don’t believe what you tell the truth. You talk nonsense and are full of insincere compliments, but others are happy and smiling.
The young master's arrogance is not without some capital. At around twenty years old, he is already in the middle stage of the Martial Emperor.
"Stop for me, young master."
Just after hearing the young master yell angrily, a table flew across the air and hit Ye Feng hard on the back.
"I'm obviously trying to save you, but I'm so kind as to treat you like a donkey."
Ye Feng sneered at the corner of his mouth. Before the flying table could get close to him, it fell into pieces and turned into powder, falling to the ground.
Speaking of which, Ye Feng is actually a pain in the ass. He just came to the city for the first time and just wanted to find a place to have a drink and listen to some music. He had deliberately avoided it and didn't want to cause trouble, but trouble always tried his best to come up with some dumb excuses to find him. on the body.
"Bang,"
The young master stepped on the ground, and a dagger with cold light appeared in his hand, and sneered: "I will skin you today,"
"You're just a middle-stage Martial Emperor. Who do you think you are?"
There was disdain at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth, and he flew his palms in the air. The whistling wind of his palms pressed the air up and down. With his current physical strength, the power of his hands and feet was not something that the opponent could resist.
A palm strike showed the supreme domineering power. The dagger in the young master's hand was not ordinary, but the moment it hit Ye Feng's palm, it began to break inch by inch. However, Ye Feng's palm remained unabated. He patted towards the young gentleman.
"Master, be careful,"
Two middle-aged guards who were throwing people out of the window rushed over. One of them punched, and a surging Gang Qi swept through them.
After being rescued by his subordinates in time, the young master's face was gloomy and terrifying. He stared at Ye Feng and said, "How dare you attack me?"
Ye Feng curled his lips and stepped forward, a depressing aura filled the air.
"You're going to peel my skin off, so it's not too much for me to slap you to death, right?"
Ye Feng felt that this young man's so-called superiority was really ridiculous. Even if such a person had a great background, if he had no strength, he would have to suffer consequences sooner or later.
Ye Feng's body did not have any real energy or fluctuations of gang energy, but the aura that permeated his body was filled with cold murderous energy and violent hostility.
The two middle-aged servants were unsure of his strength, and looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
The young master is not completely stupid. Seeing the reactions of his two subordinates, he knew that the person in front of him was probably not easy to mess with.
But in this divine city, those guys he can't afford to offend cannot appear here. He is used to being arrogant and domineering, so if he bows his head here, he won't be able to lose face.
"Boy, although you have some strength, you must know that this is a sacred city, and there are some people you cannot offend," the young master said with a gloomy face.
"Are you going to move out of your backstage to suppress me?" Ye Feng sneered, his aura rising again, and the murderous aura condensed into a substantial blood-red color flashed on the surface of his body.
The expressions on the faces of the two middle-aged retinues changed greatly. It was impossible for them to be able to cultivate to the level of a half-step Martial Emperor without some discernment. A warrior who could condense murderous intent into substance would have to kill many people to do it.
The two middle-aged guards looked at each other, and they knew very well that if something happened to the young master, it wouldn't matter if they died, but their families would be implicated.
"Master, let's go quickly,"
Coincidentally, the two followers rushed towards Ye Feng, their aura rising to its peak.
"roll,"
Ye Feng shouted coldly, and punched out with one punch, defeating him ten times with one blow, making him invincible.
"Boom, boom,"
Two dull sounds were heard, and the two middle-aged retinues with half the strength of a Martial Emperor were seen flying backwards, with multiple fractures on their bodies, and fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment.
There were still some people on the second floor of the restaurant who had not been thrown out. They were all horrified when they saw this scene, because the person who took action was really too young. He was only about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was so domineering and powerful.
"There is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon in the divine city. He is so powerful at such a young age. If he is outside, he can become a powerful elder in a first-class sect," many people whispered in their hearts.
The young master was also stunned. Before he could escape, his two capable men were blown away. His face was full of surprise, anger, fear and other emotions.
In fact, Ye Feng had no intention of killing this young master from the beginning to the end. After all, this was a sacred city, not a small place like Yunxiao City, so naturally he couldn't act without any scruples.
Of course, for Ye Feng, it is right to be cautious, but it does not mean that he should pretend to be a grandson and be groveling to others. He does not take the initiative to cause trouble, but if someone seeks trouble for himself, he will fight back mercilessly. .
Ye Feng walked up to the young master. He took a step forward, and the young master who was so arrogant just now took a cowardly step back.
There's no way you can reason with such a arrogant playboy. The more you tolerate it, the more you push it, just like you just asked the woman in white to accompany you for a drink, and then you asked him to be your dog.
If this wasn't a sacred city, Ye Feng would definitely kill such a thing with one slap.
"Boy, do you know who I am?"
The young master was completely shocked by the hand that Ye Feng showed just now. He retreated again and again, and his body was already leaning against the wall with no way to escape. He only hoped that the other party would be afraid of his identity and not take action against him.
Ye Feng smiled disdainfully and said: "Those who can be beaten will be bullied severely, and those who cannot be beaten will be moved out of the backstage. Is the headmaster of Shenzong your father, or do you have a grandfather who has reached the realm of martial immortals and is immortal,"
The young master shook his head, but his expression became calm. He stared at Ye Feng and said, "My surname is Dongji."
After the words fell, the young master seemed to have full confidence again. He held his head and chin up, as if he wanted to see the fear and timidity in Ye Feng's eyes.
"Pah,"
To everyone's expectation, after the young master revealed his identity, the response he received was that Ye Feng slapped him in the face.
Ye Feng's attack was not gentle, and the young master had no power to resist. He spun his body several times, half of his face became swollen, and his five finger prints were clearly visible.
Dongji is one of the most noble surnames in Jiuyang Continent.
It is precisely because of the surname "Dongji" that this young man dares to be so arrogant and domineering in the divine city.
But today, the thing he was most proud of was shattered by Ye Feng's slap.
Everyone was dumbfounded. They actually dared to raise their hands and slap the disciples of the Dongji clan in the face. How much courage does this take? Not to mention that when the other party slapped him in the face, it happened to be the moment when the other party just reported his origin. Wouldn't this be the same? They are slapping the Dongji clan in face.
This is a big deal...
Everyone who saw this scene thought like this in their hearts.
The young master's entire face was distorted. He never thought that the other party would actually dare to attack him. Where did he get the courage?
"You dare to attack the people of the Dongji clan in the sacred city, you are so brave," one of the young master's followers shouted sternly.
"You will definitely die badly," another subordinate also looked at Ye Feng with a look of hatred.
The moment the young master was slapped, these two subordinates knew that they were doomed, and naturally they hated Ye Feng as the culprit.
However, these two subordinates never thought about it. If this young master hadn't been too arrogant and domineering, and they were acting as collaborators, why would we be in this situation today.
Ye Feng sneered. Perhaps these two middle-aged men were used to treating each other like dogs, and they naturally believed that people from the Dongji clan were inherently nobler than others.
There will always be many miserable and pitiful people in this world, but most of them deserve what they deserve.
Ye Feng clapped his hands, put his hands behind his back, and walked directly down the stairs.
Walking to the side of the woman in white, Ye Feng squinted his eyes and whispered: "People from the Dongji clan come to visit, you won't just sit idly by and ignore it, right?"
The woman in white was wearing a veil, her expression could not be seen clearly, and she did not speak. All she could see was a slight flick of her sleeves, and the young man named Dongji and the two middle-aged subordinates were struck by lightning. He flew out and hit the wall of the restaurant hard. Blood spurted from his mouth and he passed out on the spot.
Everyone on the second floor of the restaurant was silent.
Ye Feng grinned. The woman in white had made her position clear by taking action.
Before leaving, Ye Feng glanced pitifully at the young master who had passed out. In comparison, he felt that this guy's daring to let the woman in white accompany him for drinks was far more daring than him slapping a disciple of the Dongji clan in the face.
After walking out of the restaurant, Ye Feng continued to wander around the city, and then found another restaurant and went in.
Not long after, a middle-aged man came to the restaurant where Ye Feng was. The young man with a swollen face followed him, and behind him were seven or eight warriors with good skills.
The eyes of this group of people all looked towards Ye Feng's location, their gazes were deep, and they gave off an aura that was as overwhelming as Mount Tai's.
The middle-aged man in the lead walked like a dragon and a tiger, with a cold expression.
"Dad, it's that boy, and that bitch in white clothes," the young man suddenly became stern again when he had a backer.
"Knowing that my son's surname is Dongji, you still dare to take action, you are so courageous,"
The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and a majestic momentum surged out and filled the air.
Intimidated by this momentum, everyone else in the restaurant stood up tremblingly and hurriedly left this place of right and wrong.
The owner of the restaurant was terrified, fearing that if these guys got into a fight, his restaurant would be demolished.
Ye Feng calmly picked up the wine bottle on the table, poured himself a bowl of strong wine, took a big sip, looked at the woman in white sitting opposite, and said: "I guess I can't beat this kid's father, unless this old man The guy didn't have any weapons,"
"Take it," the woman in white, who cherished her words like gold, said softly.
"Then there's nothing we can do, I'll leave it to you," Ye Feng chuckled and continued drinking.
Ye Feng once fought against a big demon in the early seventh level. Judging from his aura, he could tell that the father who was brought in as a rescue by this young man was almost the same as that big demon. He should be at the early stage of Emperor Wu's cultivation.
With the same level of cultivation, humans are inferior to monsters, but if they have Taoist treasures in their hands, demons are far inferior to humans, because even a low-grade Taoist treasure can allow a strong man in the realm of Emperor Wu to exert great power and double his strength. .
The weapons Ye Feng mentioned were actually Taoist treasures. If this middle-aged man did not bring a Taoist treasure, he would have wanted to practice his skills. However, with the unfathomable cultivation of the woman in white, she could tell at a glance whether the opponent had Taoist treasures. The treasure is within you.
A layer of frost condensed on the ground of the restaurant, and then the ice crystals flew up and quickly combined, transforming into an ice giant more than two feet tall.
This hand can be said to be the ultimate in controlling the power of ice. Ye Feng feels that it is so pleasing to the eye.
"This trick is getting good," Ye Feng took a sip of wine and just thought in his heart.
If the woman in white knew that his ice god talent was called magic, Ye Feng felt that he might be frozen by this woman and become like an ice giant.