After hearing what Yin Qiuyu said, Fengsheng turned to look at Ye Qing and asked, "So you are the idiot son-in-law Ye Qing who built the city?"
"He is not a fool." Jiang Hailu and Yin Qiuyu shouted in unison.
Although Ye Qing doesn't care if others call him a fool, the women of the Ye family are not happy to hear others call him that.
But Fengsheng ignored the two girls and kept staring at Ye Qing.
Well... Ever since they became enemies with Ye Qing, the Five Poison Sect has been collecting information on Ye Qing. Fengsheng naturally knows that Ye Qing is the "only" grand master of the Ye family who built the city, and the female warriors of the Ye family are not very strong.
Although the little master is already a master, in front of the big master, he is nothing but a weakling. Therefore, Fengsheng doesn't care about Yin Qiuyu and Jiang Hailu. He knows that as long as Ye Qing is killed, these two women will be
A lamb to be slaughtered, no threat at all.
Of course, the Ye family has more than one grand master, but the Five Poison Sect has not yet been able to detect the existence of Ye Rui and Zhu Minzhi, so it mistakenly believes that the Ye family only has one grand master.
Of course, this is not important, after all, the only one standing in front of Fengsheng is Ye Qing.
Ye Qing looked at Fengsheng and asked with a smile: "Aren't you very happy that I, an enemy of your Five Poison Sect, came to your territory?"
"There is a road to heaven but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell but you rush in. Of course I will be happy. Tonight, my Wuzhi Mountain will be your burial place." Fengsheng said in response.
"No!" Then he shook his head again and said, "You have no burial place and will only become a meal for the wild beasts we keep in captivity in Wuzhishan."
After a pause, he glanced at Jiang Hailu and Yin Qiuyu, and said in a deep voice: "You will also become the pets of the men of our Five Poison Sect."
"I'm not very capable, but my tone is not that small." Ye Qing curled his lips and said.
"Then I will let you see the strength of an intermediate grandmaster." Fengsheng said in a deep voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, his hand was already clapped out, and overwhelming energy burst out, rolling towards Ye Qing like a violent storm.
"Ignorance!" Ye Qing shook his head, glanced at Fengsheng with a look of disdain, and then slapped the palm of his hand.
Well... From Ye Qing's point of view, the abundance in front of him is simply fighting with one's own shortcomings, which is definitely a fatal act.
Although Feng Fengsheng is an intermediate-level grandmaster, most of the martial arts techniques he masters are based on the use of poison. Now he does not immediately use poison to attack Ye Qing, but wants to confront Ye Qing head-on. This is undoubtedly an egg against a stone!
Well...most of his life's energy has been spent on studying poisons, and his mastery of real combat skills is definitely much worse than that of an authentic mid-level grand master.
Of course, when this happens, in the final analysis, Fengsheng himself underestimated the enemy, or perhaps the information from the Five Poison Sect misled him.
Obviously, in his eyes, Ye Qing is just a junior grand master, so he can easily kill Ye Qing even without using poison attacks.
Regarding this, Ye Qing was a little speechless and a little depressed. His reputation was getting more and more prosperous, but why did these people still despise him again and again?
He was a little confused.
Speaking of which, these people should have been praised by others since they were young, which has allowed them to develop a habit of being superior.
However, this habit makes them often arrogant and always think that I am the best in the world.
Therefore, this type of people habitually underestimate the enemy.
Although Ye Qing is also talented, he has lived with a smelly old man since he was a child, but no one will praise him. Moreover, before his talent is revealed, he must fight, perform tasks, and even perform some tasks.
A seemingly impossible task.
In this kind of mission, he defeated the weak and the strong several times.
This bloody experience also made him understand that as long as the weak have enough wisdom, they can also defeat the strong.
He understands that small people can also defy heaven, so no matter what kind of opponent he faces, he can despise the opponent verbally, but deep down in his heart, he attaches great importance to any opponent.
Ye Qing's childhood experience has also cultivated the habit of caution. When facing any enemy, he will consider all aspects of the situation as carefully as possible.
Of course, being cautious does not mean that he is indecisive or has no decisiveness, nor does it mean that he has no blood. Well... as long as he has a certain degree of confidence when facing the enemy, Ye Qing will rush towards the enemy without hesitation.
"Pa..."
The two palms clapped together.
"ah……"
A scream rang out. Fengsheng paid the price for underestimating his enemy. After a head-on confrontation with Ye Qing, he flew out and fell to the steps of the wooden house.
Although he is a mid-level grand master, due to his research on poison, his hard power is weaker than that of a normal mid-level grand master. What's more, Ye Qing is also a middle-level man with enhanced strength.
He is a Grandmaster, so it is not surprising that he can determine the outcome with one move.
"puff……"
After falling down on the steps, Fengsheng spat out a mouthful of blood, then raised his head and glared at Ye Qing, gritted his teeth and shouted: "You are despicable!"
Why is Ye Qing so despicable?
Well... he never took off the silver needle between his fingers. When he met Fengsheng's palm, the silver needle was naturally smacked directly into Fengsheng's palm.
In an instant, the abundant energy was guided by Ye Qing's silver needle and drained out.
Therefore, the abundance at this time cannot gather any energy at all.
For Fengsheng, this was not the thing that made him the most angry. Well... when the silver needle pierced his palm, it also guided Ye Qing's energy into his body and quickly penetrated his body.
Several acupuncture points that can be used to gather energy again have been sealed.
In other words, after one slap, he is no different from ordinary people.
What's even worse is that he can no longer use his poison skills.
Because poison attacks also require strength to guide.
Well...he paid a heavy price for his underestimated enemy.
"Despicable?" Ye Qing curled his lips and said: "It seems that you are also a stupid guy who practices cultivation."
Obviously, Ye Qing doesn't think there is anything despicable in this. In his opinion, fighting is not only about hard power, but also wisdom.
Well...strength plus strategy, this is what a real battle consists of.
Any fair and just competition of hard power is just the idea of idiots.
Hmm... In a life-and-death fight, the ultimate goal is to kill the opponent, not to let oneself die.
Only those who survive the battle are truly strong.
History is written by the victors. As long as they are alive, who cares whether they are despicable or not?
I have to say that this abundance really made me an idiot by practicing behind closed doors.