Qingfeng Town, located in the southeast corner of Tianyun City, is one of the most inconspicuous of the many small towns.

The town does not occupy a large area, and the permanent population is even more scarce, even in the most prosperous streets, there are very few people coming and going.

The soft light of the early morning sprinkled on Ye Chenfeng's handsome face, making the cold color on his face feel less relaxed.

After about half an hour, Ye Chenfeng, who was dressed in black, came to an inn.

He looked up slightly, and saw a rusty gilt plaque hanging sickly from this crowded inn.

On the plaque, there are four timeless characters written in good handwriting, but the font is faintly falling off: Qingfeng Inn!

Ye Chenfeng, who secretly bowed his head and knew that he had found the right place, raised his steps lightly, slowly walked into it, looked around, and frowned subconsciously.

The inn is divided into two floors, the ground floor is pointed, and the top floor is residential. Ye Chenfeng, who was on the ground floor of the inn, first caught his eye were seven dark yellow wooden tables, and four benches of the same color were placed around the tables.

The irregularly arranged dark yellow tables and stools were covered with a layer of dust, and food scraps and debris were scattered everywhere underneath.

The strange smell of vinegar sour in the air mixed with the rotting smell of wood was the reason why Ye Chenfeng frowned again and again.

At this time, on the ground floor of the inn where the environment was dirty and even unsightly, there was a plainly dressed Xiao Er, who was holding a gray-black rag, listlessly wiping the dust that fell on the table last night.

Ye Chenfeng, who entered the inn, attracted Xiao Er's attention, but his face still looked full of interest.

He casually put the gray-black rag in his hand on his shoulder, and walked up to Ye Chenfeng, without the flattery and enthusiasm that ordinary Xiao Er should have, but asked nonchalantly: "Is the guest officer sharp-eyed or staying in the hotel?"

Ye Chenfeng didn't feel much displeasure because of this, he just said that he had been tired of traveling, so he came here to rest for the night, and asked Xiao Er to serve some wine and food first.

Although Xiao Er's attitude is cold, there is still no mistake in what he should do.

Ye Chenfeng first sat down on a relatively clean bench under Xiao Er's arrangement, and brought two plates of hors d'oeuvres after a short time.

Ye Chenfeng was also not polite, he didn't show any difference, and directly ate the wine and food.

Subsequently, Xiao Er served a few plates of hot dishes one after another, Ye Chenfeng bowed his head with satisfaction again and again, and intentionally or unintentionally inquired about Qiu Daorong's news.

Xiao Er, who gradually became familiar with Ye Chenfeng, finally opened the conversation, and after chatting and talking, he mentioned that a big man with a scar on his head had come to stay here recently, and he had not checked out yet, but he went out in the early morning, and he didn't know where he was.

Ye Chenfeng was happy in his heart, it seemed that his luck was not bad.

As Qiu Daorong's junior brother, he found out Qiu Daorong's store number from Xiao Er's mouth, so he casually rewarded Xiao Er with a piece of low-grade Tianjing and sent him down.

After receiving the reward, Xiao Er's face bloomed like a flower, revealing a flattering smile.

At night, under the leadership of Xiao Er, whose attitude had changed 180 degrees, Ye Chenfeng came to the Tianzi No. 7 room, which was only one room away from the Tianzi No. 5 room where Qiu Daorong was.

Entering the room, Ye Chenfeng had no intention of looking at the decoration in the room, sent Xiao Er away, closed the door, took off his shoes directly on the bunk, sat down cross-legged, and waited for Qiu Daorong's return.

After waiting for three hours, when Ye Chenfeng, who was anxious, began to suspect that Qiu Daorong would not return, and was about to leave this place to start a carpet search, Qiu Daorong, who had been out for business, finally returned to his residence under the gaze of Ye Chenfeng's probing spiritual sense.

Ye Chenfeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the prey that made him wait for him to wear it was finally hooked.

After probing with his spiritual sense, after confirming that there was no one in the hallway, he gently pushed the door, held his snort, and tiptoed towards the fifth room of Tianzi.

After passing through the dark brown walkway made of pine wood under the dim light, Ye Chenfeng was like a ghost, quietly coming to the door of Qiu Daorong's room.

The aura of the spiritual sense that Ye Chenfeng secretly probed was faint, but it did not attract Qiu Daorong's attention.

But if Ye Chenfeng still used his spiritual sense to probe the situation in the room at this moment, it would be too reckless.

For the sake of prudence, Ye Chenfeng gave up using his spiritual sense to investigate, but gently poked a small hole in the window paper, squinting and staring at it.

He found that Qiu Daorong in the room did not sit on the bed, but closed his eyes and meditated cross-legged on a pear-yellow futon.

All of this was the same, but what surprised Ye Chenfeng the most was the blood-colored flying insect that only entered and exited freely from the seven holes of his head.

Those blood-colored flying insects were only the size of thumbs, and the gray-black fluttering wings shook to bring a fierce wind, which was extremely strange.

Every time the blood-colored flying insects came in and out, the faint blood light on Qiu Daorong's body became stronger, and it was obvious that there was some kind of strange connection between the two.

After taking a full view of the situation in the room, Ye Chenfeng knew that it was time to make a move.

Under the blockade of the spiritual power of the Explosive Flame Blood Pattern Tiger, the aura within this side of the world would not escape, which made Ye Chenfeng have no worries.

I saw him exhale, gently push open the door, and walked towards Qiu Daorong, who was shocked.

"Who!" Qiu Daorong let out a low sigh, and the blood-colored spiritual power in his body spurted out, faintly forming a protective momentum.

Ye Chenfeng just said six words lightly: "The one who took your life!"

As he spoke, Ye Chenfeng's right index finger faintly had a thunderbolt arc beating.

Lei Yang fingers!

This finger directly hit the spiritual power defense layer condensed by Qiu Daorong, but it did not break it in one fell swoop, but only touched a little spiritual power spark.

Qiu Daorong smiled evilly: "The little celestial warrior's carving insect skills dare to compete with Haoyue?"

He actually dispersed the spiritual power defense layer directly, and the powerful aura of the third-level Heavenly Master suddenly exploded.

The next moment, he slammed his right palm out, and a disgusting bloody aura rushed out of his face.

Little Floating Butcher!

Facing this momentum of the palm, Ye Chenfeng's face was solemn, and he didn't dare to be careless.

He instantly transferred a third of the green blood stored in his body and crossed it into his right leg.

Bloody bones and legs!

Knowing that Qiu Daorong, who was a third-level Heavenly Master, was not trivial, Ye Chenfeng still resolutely chose to fight him.

Seeing this, the disdain on Qiu Daorong's face became even stronger, and the strength of his right palm did not decrease, and he slapped the oncoming heavy leg fiercely.

Boom!

After a muffled sound, Ye Chenfeng took three steps back, secretly introducing the power of the shock into the ground before stabilizing his figure.

Qiu Daorong didn't move a step, stood with his hands in his hands, and sneered: "It's ridiculous to want to take the uncle's life with such shoddy means!"

In the first confrontation, he tested Ye Chenfeng's level, and immediately made up his mind, and the last trace of worry in his heart disappeared.

Ye Chenfeng's face remained unchanged, a long sword was taken out of the Blue Butterfly Ring, and the power of thunder and lightning was faintly surging on the dark blue sword body, which made people feel cold.

"It's a little interesting, a mere ninth-level celestial priest actually has a second-grade spiritual weapon. A trace of greed flashed in Qiu Daorong's eyes, as if he had regarded the Thundercloud Sword in Ye Chenfeng's hand as his own.

As a Heavenly Master powerhouse, his eyesight will naturally not be much worse. In fact, as early as the moment Ye Chenfeng took out the Thunder Cloud Sword, he could see at a glance that it was a second-grade intermediate spirit weapon.

Secretly happy in his heart, he realized that most of the kid of unknown origin in front of him had come to send him a spiritual weapon.

It was a great surprise to be able to get this great surprise without much effort, and it was really an eye-opener for him to meet such a great thing.

His body trembled a little because he was too excited, and the way he looked at Ye Chenfeng was like a person who was about to die of thirst when he saw an oasis.

Knowing that he was completely ignored by Qiu Daorong, Ye Chenfeng was not angry, and the Thunder Cloud Sword in his hand stabbed forward suddenly, pointing directly at Qiu Daorong's heart.

Qiu Daorong's face was not shocked, and he avoided the sword that came from him as a leisurely stroll, looking elegant and lively.

Ye Chenfeng missed a sword, raised another sword, replaced the old power with new energy, and the thundercloud sword in his hand slashed diagonally towards Qiu Daorong who was behind him.

Qiu Daorong sneered, his body was like a ghost, and he dodged the sword that came at him again.

"If you have these skills, it is better to tie up your hands as soon as possible, and obediently offer the spiritual weapon in your hand, maybe Uncle will be happy for a while, and he will let you live. ”

Ye Chenfeng didn't say anything, as if he didn't believe in evil, the strength in his hand rose again, and he stepped into the thundercloud sword, but secretly urged the thunder spirit phantom dance, increasing the speed to the highest, and the third sword was swung out fiercely.

With the increase in the Thunder Spirit Phantom Dance, Ye Chenfeng could barely keep up with Qiu Daorong's speed.

Qiu Daorong was slightly surprised in his heart, and no longer chose to play with Ye Chenfeng, but used the spiritual power in his body, and slammed into Ye Chenfeng who was chasing after him with a sharp punch.

Collapse Fist!

This punch, like the force of a mountain, instantly shook the sword that came from it.

Ye Chenfeng snorted, his face turned pale, and he obviously lost the upper hand in this confrontation.

"Vulnerable!" Qiu Daorong shook his head, looking extremely disappointed.

Ye Chenfeng was slightly angry in his heart, after being so despised by Qiu Daorong, no matter how good his temperament was, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

On his back, the luster of the Jiaolong Secret Pattern surged, and an aura comparable to that of a Heavenly Master powerhouse came out.

Qiu Daorong raised his eyebrows, and finally restrained the contempt on his face.

This kid even has a secret method to forcibly improve his strength, where did he come from?

Ye Chenfeng injected the majestic spiritual power into the Thundercloud Sword, and in an instant, the Thundercloud Sword Weng Ming trembled, and a violent thunderbolt erupted, forming a two-foot-long dark blue sword qi.

Go!

Ye Chenfeng let out a low snort, and the sword qi that was like a rainbow was under his control, and shot towards Qiu Daorong, who had a cold face.

Qiu Daorong suddenly laughed, slapped his palm at himself, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of essence blood.

This mouthful of scarlet essence blood escaped into countless red dots, and the red dots tumbled and formed the blood-colored flying insects that Ye Chenfeng had just seen.

Insect control!