Yun Yuanzhi reminded: "Mr. Ye, these two old guys are likely to be elders of the Taiyi Sect, and they are estimated to be more than 100 years old, I am afraid that this skill has already surpassed the innate peak realm, you have to be careful." ”

Yun Yuejian also frowned and said, "Brother Ye, there are so many of them, can you handle it?"

Seeing that the grandparents and grandchildren were worried about themselves, Ye Feng smiled and looked relaxed.

"When a master fights, it is not won by the number of people, no matter how many ants there are, they can't kill the anteaters. I specialize in this kind of guy who relies on more people and bullies less, and you can see how I beat them to cry and call their mother. ”

Yun Yue saw that she had been worried about Ye Feng, and her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, but she was amused by him, and her face was flushed: "I believe in you, come on, Brother Ye." ”

The old man with a silver ring in his hand stared at Ye Feng deadly, his eyes were full of hatred, and he wanted to eat Ye Feng alive.

His voice sounded like a male duck barking, and he shouted domineeringly: "Little hairy boy, you are Ye Feng?"

Seeing that the old man was so arrogant, Ye Feng looked contemptuous: "Oh, your voice is so ugly, I usually meet people like you, uncle, I don't get in the way at all, but look at your age, uncle, I respect the old and love the young, just tell you, uncle, I am Ye Feng, who are you?"

was counted down by Ye Feng, and the old man wearing a silver ring in his hand was so angry that he blew his beard and was about to have a seizure.

The black-faced old monster-like old man stretched out his hand to stop his companion, and he sneered: "You are the one who cut off my apprentice's arm, what kind of person I thought it would be, it turned out to be a hairy little child." My apprentice is really getting worse and worse the more he refines, and in vain I passed on the thousand-year-old foundation of Taiyimen to him, but he was defeated in the hands of a child. ”

The old man with the silver ring in his hand had special respect for the black-faced old monster: "Senior brother, aren't you here to cultivate, blame me for being useless, not optimistic about Xiao Yueyue, and let him be cut off by others, I will definitely help you teach this kid a lesson today." ”

Ye Feng almost threw up, and actually called Yue Zhuoqun Xiao Yueyue, these two old guys were too disgusting.

Ye Feng continued to ridicule them: "Can you two have a face, and Xiao Yueyue, shouting so insensitively, do you want me to call you Xiao Baibai, Xiao Hei Hei?"

The two old men, but the elders of the Taiyi Sect were above the sect leader Yue Zhuoqun, and whoever saw them was respectful, Ye Feng actually dared to laugh at them like this.

The group of big men with serious faces in the back, several of them were almost amused by Ye Feng, but in front of Master Zu, no one dared to laugh, so they could only force their laughter.

The black-faced old man couldn't see his face clearly, but his eyes were so cold that he could drip water, and he was absolutely half angry.

The white-faced old man was so angry that his face was flushed: "Boy, we just wanted to buy medicine and forget it, you are so rampant, I don't want your life today, I will live in vain for a hundred years with a white face." ”

"If I don't kill you, I'll live in vain. ”

The black and white impermanence of Taiyi Gate, they are characters on the same level as Master Mingyue, and they have all reached the realm of not eating fireworks in the world, breaking off seven emotions and six desires, and only seeking to become immortals.

But these two, as if the six roots were impure, still moved their hearts for the sake of mundane things.

The older generation of figures in the ancient martial arts world, who heard it were not moved by it, and they were in awe, Ye Feng had never heard of their names, and the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers.

Again, Ye Feng couldn't get used to the appearance of the two of them relying on the old and selling the old, so he deliberately stimulated them, and looked disdainful: "You two have actually lived in vain a long time ago, but it has nothing to do with me, don't let me take the blame." ”

"Boy, you're dead. ”

The white-faced impermanence gritted his teeth with hatred, and punched Ye Feng in the face.

The innate realm is divided into the innate pre, middle, post, and innate peak realms.

Several major sect masters all claim to have entered the innate peak realm, but in fact, they are only the first glimpse of the doorway, breaking through from the late innate stage to the innate peak realm, and black and white impermanence is the real person who has entered the innate peak realm.

The bland punch was as fast as lightning, and the internal force contained in that punch was like an overwhelming mountain, and it was stronger than Yue Zhuoqun I don't know how many times.

In the face of a strong enemy, Ye Feng was not afraid at all, but had such an indescribable excitement, a kind of stimulation.

Just like facing Master Mingyue, that excitement stimulated the nerves in his whole body.

Although his words were as derogatory as possible, he did not despise him at all, his eyes were calm and steady, and he returned a punch with full concentration.

He exclaimed, "Surge." ”

Seven layers of surges, fists intersecting, an invisible undercurrent, surging in all directions.

Both of them changed their faces, and as soon as the connoisseur stretched out his hand, he knew if there was any.

They heard that Ye Feng had won the title of Guwu Supreme, but when they saw it in person, they were a hairy young man, thinking that Ye Feng had used some kind of conspiracy to get the championship, and looked down on Ye Feng from the bottom of their hearts.

But judging from Ye Feng's return punch, it was actually on par with the white-faced impermanence.

On the surface, the two of them had a draw, and no one suffered a loss, but for black and white impermanence, they had already lost face, they were the peak of the Taiyi Sect elder-level figures, and they had a tie with a milky child.

The impermanence of the white face is even more terrifying, don't look at Ye Feng's return punch, it is on par with himself, but the dark energy in it, one after another, is like layers of waves, one wave is more fierce than the other, and when it reaches the seventh weight, it makes him panic.

Ye Feng was also secretly surprised, worthy of being an elder-level figure in the Taiyi Sect, he had a sevenfold surge, and the other party took it easily, but his face changed slightly.

Ye Feng sneered: "White-faced old man, come and don't be rude, if you punch me, I have to give you a slap back, otherwise people will say that I don't respect the old and love the young." ”

"Shocking waves. ”

Ye Feng turned his fist into a palm, and the second type of the Thai Emperor's four blows, the palm of the waves, as fast as lightning, like a stormy wave, endlessly.

It is said to be a palm, but a palm is divided into three directions, eighteen angles, and sixty-four changes, setting off a palm shadow in the sky.

Boom, countless wind-like energy rippled outward, black and white impermanence didn't feel anything, the big man standing behind them was hit by the wind, blown back and forth, unable to stand in formation, one after another, and some were even knocked to the ground by the dark energy.

For a while, people turned on their backs, embarrassed, and no longer had the mighty and calm appearance just now.

One by one, their faces were full of shock, for fear of being affected by Ye Feng and Bai Wuchang's energy, so they gave their lives in a daze and retreated more than ten meters.

The black and white disciples are incompetent, so angry that they blow their beards and stare at them, but they are helpless.

Hei Wuchang interjected: "Boy, I have a bit of a doorway, who is your master? Looking at your skills, you don't look like an innocent and hairy disciple, but a bit like the skills of the Tianlang Sect in the South China Sea." ”

"I think it's like Tianshan has a lot of strength. ”

Black and white impermanence has been mixed in the ancient martial arts world for a hundred years, racking his brains, and he can't think of what Ye Feng's fist path is, I only heard that he has been inherited by the innocent master.

(End of chapter)