Looking at the black and oppressive crowd in front of him, Song Zhiming looked calm and light on the surface, but in fact, his heart was already surging. After all, no matter how the Black Tiger Regiment provoked the Blood Knife Regiment in the past, the Blood Knife Regiment would choose to endure it. And this time, the Blood Knife Regiment came to the door to provoke with great fanfare, obviously ready to fight to the death.

"Song Zhifang, it's not your right to speak, get out of the acquaintance point and ask Song Qing to come out and die!" Zhao Long, who had already held back a vicious anger in his heart, also stepped forward and shouted coldly.

"Hmph!" Song Zhiming snorted coldly and chose to ignore it directly. When he shifted his gaze and saw Zhao Ling'er standing slim in the crowd, his eyes lit up, and then he walked quickly to Zhao Ling'er, full of surprise: "Ling'er, I never thought you were there." ”

On the other hand, Zhao Ling'er looked at Song Zhiming with disdainful eyes and was silent. Seeing that Zhao Ling'er didn't respond to herself, Song Zhiming coughed dryly, and tried her best to hide her embarrassment with a smile: "Hehehe, Ling'er is still so eccentric, it's really gratifying." ”

"Ling'er is not something you can call, you can go back!" Ye Chenfeng took a step forward, blocking between Song Zhiming and Zhao Ling'er, raised his head and looked at Song Zhiming coldly, and his unceremonious tone was very cold.

Looking at the emaciated back of Ye Chenfeng, who could stand up for himself, Zhao Ling'er felt an inexplicable joy in her heart. Zhao Ling'er, who is still self-aware, knows that Ye Chenfeng is not related to him, and it is already a great kindness to be able to help each other many times.

The sudden appearance of the roadblock made Song Zhiming frown. He was condescending, looking at Ye Chenfeng, who was a head shorter than himself, and his face was gloomy like water: "Who is Your Excellency? I have lived in Nader Town for many years, how come I have never seen you? Could it be that Your Excellency is not related to Ling'er?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that if you don't back down, I'll make you suffer from flesh and skin. Ye Chenfeng's expression was indifferent.

Song Zhiming's eyes narrowed slightly, and Sun Qi behind him walked up to him and said in a low voice: "This person is the strange boy who did our good things yesterday, I only know that his strength is not below me, but I have never heard of his origin." ”

"Oh, that's really a hero, no wonder the tone is so arrogant. Song Zhiming was a little surprised, and the contempt in the heart of the young man in front of him was reduced a little, and he was invisibly a little more jealous.

He is also a veteran man, and he knows that he is the most troublesome with this kind of unidentified but powerful person. If this person is an ordinary lonely and widowed rural cultivator, there is nothing to worry about. But if he has any extraordinary identity background, he can only swallow his anger.

"If Your Excellency has nothing to do with the Blood Knife, I, the Black Tiger, am willing to give you a hundred inferior Heavenly Crystals, and I have the right to form a good relationship with you, I just ask you not to interfere in the grievances between the Black Tiger and the Blood Knife. "Song Zhiming also has some city governments, so he chose to forbear tentatively.

"One hundred pieces of heavenly crystals? This Song Zhiming is really generous, you must know that this hundred pieces of heavenly crystals can at least buy a first-grade intermediate elixir. Song Zhi's words sank into a deep pool like a stone, causing a thousand huge waves among the blood knife and the black tiger's men and horses.

The Heavenly Crystal is a solid existence of the Heaven and Earth Aura, which contains a great amount of pure Aura, which can be absorbed by cultivators without much effort. It is this kind of auxiliary miraculous effect on cultivation that makes Tianjing a unique hard currency on the mainland, causing people to have a tireless thirst for desire.

For the weight of a hundred heavenly crystals, Zhao Ling'er couldn't be clearer. At this moment, she was worried in her heart, and secretly wondered what Ye Chenfeng was thinking: "I don't know what choice Brother Chenfeng will make under such temptation." ”

Zhao Tianhua's face was expressionless, but a trace of essence flashed in his eyes.

Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath, he was somewhat moved by this kind of temptation. But if you can buy him with a little profit and let him do things against his will, I am afraid that he will be underestimated by some people.

The Flame Blood-Patterned Tiger is so tidy, he wants to see if Ye Chenfeng will be consumed by interests in the face of this worldly filth.

"I'm not happy to provoke right and wrong, but I'm afraid today's matter is not something that can be settled by a hundred pieces of heavenly crystals. Ye Chenfeng smiled faintly and gave his own answer.

The atmosphere froze instantly, and the surroundings were silent.

"Your Excellency is a man of great grace, unmoved by this external object. It's just a pity, even you can't stop the disaster of the bloody knife today!" Song Zhiming, whose face was completely gloomy, casually slapped Ye Chenfeng, who was caught off guard.

Ye Chenfeng never thought that this person was so ruthless, and he started to do it without warning. In a hurry, he had to use his spiritual power to set up a defense. I don't know if I don't fight, this person is actually a ninth-level heavenly priest, and he is not far from the heavenly master.

After all, he was weak in mental arithmetic, Ye Chenfeng's actual combat experience was a little worse, and he failed to prevent Song Zhiming's sneak attack.

At the moment, Ye Chenfeng's face was a little ugly. In this fight, Ye Chenfeng was slightly injured, which is not only a gap in combat experience, but also a gap in overall strength. After all, on the bright side, Ye Chenfeng was only a fifth-level celestial, and he was more than a star and a half away from a ninth-level celestial.

"Your strength doesn't seem to be half as strong as your words. Song Zhiming shook his head and smiled playfully. It seems that this person is not a person with a background, otherwise how could he be so vulnerable?

"I never thought that a ninth-level celestial warrior would sneak up on a fifth-level celestial priest, and he would be so proud and conceited if he was lucky enough to have a slight advantage. Ye Chenfeng smiled a little angrily, this person is so shameless, but it is the first time to meet him.

"How can you be polite when you fight with someone? Your Excellency's words are too ridiculous. The ridicule on the corner of Song Zhiming's mouth became even stronger.

Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath, he knew that it was already a futile thing to talk to this person. He didn't say anything more, and in the flash of his mind, a lot of spiritual power rushed out from the Ancestral Origin Pearl, converging towards the palm of his hand. Suddenly, in the palm of his slender right hand, there was a faint thunderbolt beating and crackling.

"Lei Yang Palm!" Ye Chenfeng let out a low snort, and his right palm, which had already been covered by light blue thunder, slapped at Song Zhiming, who was already sneering at the corner of his mouth.

Song Zhiming's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was full of awe, this son seemed to have some ability. He did not despise this powerful palm, but used the vigorous spiritual power in his body to gather his right palm, and tried to take this move in a palm-to-palm manner.

With a muffled snort, the two separated. Song Zhiming's face finally changed a little, he never thought that the power of this Lei Yang Palm was not weaker than the ordinary inferior intermediate heavenly technique, which was already out of Song Zhiming's judgment of the power of the Lei Yang Palm. This son, there really are some means!

Ye Chenfeng didn't know what Song Zhiming was thinking, he only knew that the Lei Yang Palm that he had inherited from the Flame Blood Pattern Tiger had not received the expected effect, and he couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

"I'm underestimating you, but then you may have to bear all the pressure I give!" Song Zhiming sneered, and as soon as the seal was knotted, a seven-inch-wide fireball with blazing flames condensed in his palm.

"Burst the fireball!" Song Zhiming pushed forward with his palm, transporting the fireball towards Ye Chenfeng, who had a cold face.

Feeling the violent hot wind coming from the shop, Ye Chenfeng's face was calm. He didn't dare to slack off, and the thunder under his feet rose again, and his whole person suddenly became illusory.

The fireball slammed into Ye Chenfeng, incinerating his body into nothingness.

"Brother Chenfeng!" Seeing this, Zhao Ling'er was so anxious that she couldn't help but cry out. She was so anxious, could it be that Brother Chen Feng was killed by Song Zhiming with one blow?

Zhao Tianhua patted Zhao Ling'er's fragrant shoulder: "Ling'er, things are not that simple, you can watch patiently." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Linger calmed down. She knew that her father wouldn't lie to her, but just now she saw that Ye Chenfeng was burned to ashes.

"Huh?" Song Zhiming, who thought that he would make a judgment, suddenly sighed lightly and looked at the scene in front of him with a strange expression.

I saw that not far away, Ye Chenfeng, who was supposed to be burned to ashes, looked at Song Zhiming unharmed, and smiled faintly: "I was attacked by you just now, and I was injured by you." Now that I'm prepared, it's not too hard to dodge your onslaught. ”

"I didn't expect Your Excellency to have a precious body technique and heavenly technique, I don't know if you can give it to you to watch it below?" Song Zhiming obviously also had a vicious eye, and saw the clues of Ye Chenfeng's talent.

"You're really skinless and faceless, you can say such bastard words at will. Ye Chenfeng was completely annoyed by this Song Zhiming and laughed, it was really a big forest, and there were all kinds of birds.

The body technique Heavenly Technique that Song Zhiming said was the inferior intermediate Heavenly Technique Thunder Spirit Phantom Dance that the Flame Blood Pattern Tiger had passed on to Ye Chenfeng, and with the previous Thunder Yang Palm and Thunder Yang Finger, it was enough to make Ye Chenfeng invincible at the same level. It's a pity that although this Thunder Spirit Phantom Dance can make it move at a speed far beyond ordinary people, every time it operates, it consumes a lot of Ye Chenfeng's spiritual power, so it is impossible to use it easily unless something is urgent.

"That being the case, then I have to use some strong means to 'borrow' it from your hands. Song Zhiming was not annoyed, and he slammed into Ye Chenfeng with a punch.

Big Yan Bone Broken Fist!

Ye Chenfeng's heart was filled again, such a powerful punch was probably close to the point of inferior high-level celestial arts! You must know that his effective Thunder Spirit Phantom Dance was only inferior to mid-level celestial arts.

Just as he was about to grit his teeth and prepare to step forward to meet him, a pair of warm hands pressed on Ye Chenfeng's somewhat emaciated shoulders, and the person who came smiled slightly: "I'll come, little brother will go and rest for a while." ”

Ye Chenfeng looked back and saw that it was Zhao Tianhua!