"The person I Ye Feng wants to kill, there is no one I can't kill!"

Looking at the appearance of this middle-aged man, Ye Feng's face immediately showed a sneer.

With a cold snort, in an instant, the momentum on his body became stronger and stronger.

A simple sword!

In an instant, the bloodthirsty sword in Ye Feng's hand smashed directly towards the middle-aged man's body.

Bang!

With a powerful energy fluctuation, the middle-aged man flew towards the side of the street like a piece of paper.

Immediately after, the sword momentum on the bloodthirsty sword in Ye Feng's hand did not decrease, and it directly slashed towards Murong Wutian's body.

……

"Vertical Zier dare!"

At this moment, suddenly, a powerful momentum appeared on this side of the street.

A sword qi rushed directly in front of Ye Feng.

Impartiality happened to hit the bloodthirsty sword in Ye Feng's hand, causing the blade of the bloodthirsty sword to deviate.

"Yuan Infancy!"

Feeling the appearance of this energy, Ye Feng's face was also a little surprised.

He didn't expect that there would be a monk in the infancy stage to make a move.

Even so, though.

The man he wants to kill!

Even the monks of the Yuan Infant can't stop it!

There was a burst of cheers, and the aura in the body was running.

In an instant, he regained control of the power of the bloodthirsty sword, and with a single sword, it was fiercely aimed at Murong Wutian's left shoulder.

From top to bottom, the arm that Murong Wutian had previously held the sword was directly chopped off by Ye Feng's bloodthirsty sword, and blood splattered!

……

"You!"

"How dare you destroy my arm!"

Murong Wutian's face suddenly became a little ugly.

He was the young sect master of the dignified Tianya Sect, Ye Feng, how dare he do anything to him, and he also abolished his arm.

"Father!" However, just when his face was resentful, looking at the man standing behind Ye Feng, his expression suddenly became excited.

This big competition is a very grand event in the Northern Regions, so some big forces in the Northern Regions will come here to watch the battle.

And his Tianya Sect is also the number one in the Northern Regions, so naturally, there are also people in the sect who come to watch the battle this time.

And the leader of the team is his father.

However, he came early, and he didn't expect his father to arrive so soon.

……

Looking at Murong Wutian's appearance, a middle-aged man who looked very majestic also quickly walked in front of Murong Wutian, his face full of anger.

Almost!

If he had come a little later, Murong Wutian would have been abolished not an arm, but a life.

"Boy, are you too much!"

As he spoke, Murong Wutian immediately looked at Ye Feng's body with a cold face.

……

"You are?"

Looking at the middle-aged man who appeared in front of him, Ye Feng's face gradually became a little cold.

This middle-aged man is the one who just started behind his back.

One, a monk of the primordial infancy!

Moreover, the momentum on his body has far surpassed that of the sect master and martial elder in the Heavenly Sword Sect.

……

"Murong Lingyun!"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, his face full of dissatisfaction.

He had just entered Tianluo City, and he saw Ye Feng making a move on Murong Wutian, this was his only son, how could he not feel angry.

"Murong Lingyun!"

Listening to the middle-aged man's words, the expressions of the people watching the play around became extremely shocked.

You must know that Murong Lingyun is a fourfold cultivator in the Yuan Infant Stage, and the top powerhouse in the Northern Regions.

Of course, in addition to this, he also has another identity, that is, the sect master of Tianya Sect, and Murong Wutian's father!

……

"Sect Master Murong is right!"

"You said I did, so I'd like to ask you. ”

"What would you do if someone tried to steal your stuff and kill you?"

Seeing this, looking at Murong Lingyun's appearance, Ye Feng's heart also had a trace of enlightenment, and then he quickly spoke.

"What else can I do!"

"Anyone who dares to do this to me is all dead!"

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Murong Lingyun snorted coldly directly on his lips.

……

"That's the end of it!"

"Your son wanted to rob my pet beast before and planned to kill me, you said, did I do what I did just now?"

Ye Feng chuckled lightly and said casually to Murong Lingyun.

"What do you mean by that?" Murong Lingyun's face was a little embarrassed.

Although he is more protective of his shortcomings, he is also a person with clear grievances.

If Ye Feng hadn't done anything wrong, he would naturally not embarrass Ye Feng.

"Well, just ask your good son. ”

Ye Feng chuckled lightly and beckoned, and the little dragon that he had thrown aside before quickly climbed onto his body again.

……

"Bastard, what did you do!"

Looking at the little dragon that climbed onto Ye Feng, Murong Lingyun suddenly had a sense of realization in his heart.

He was still very clear about his own son's personality.

"I just thought... I just want him to be a pet beast. ”

Being asked by Murong Lingyun like this, Murong Wutian's expression suddenly became a little flustered.

……

"You!"

"I'll clean you up when I get home!"

Murong Lingyun's expression suddenly became ugly, and the white light flashed in his hand, and a black bag appeared in Murong Lingyun's hand.

"There are three medium-grade spirit stones in this, and I will make amends for you on behalf of my uncompetitive son!"

"What do you see!"

After throwing this bag of spirit stones into Ye Feng's hands, Murong Lingyun immediately snorted softly on his lips.

"For your sake, his affairs will be settled today. ”

"However, Sect Master Murong, your son, you have to take care of it. ”

"The kid said goodbye first!"

Seeing this, looking at Murong Lingyun's death, Ye Feng's heart increased a trace of goodwill in vain.

Compared with his son, he Lao Tzu has more appetite for him.

When he threw the few medium-grade spirit stones in his hand back to Murong Lingyun's body, Ye Feng's whole figure quickly disappeared in front of Murong Lingyun.

……

"This kid!"

Seeing this, looking at Ye Feng's appearance, Murong Lingyun's face also showed a look of surprise.

You must know that if three medium-grade spirit stones are exchanged for three low-grade spirit stones according to the exchange rate of the cultivation realm, they can be exchanged for three thousand lower-grade spirit stones.

This is a wealth that ordinary small sects can't accumulate in a year, and Ye Feng actually said that he didn't want it.

Then, he helplessly glanced at Murong Wutian, who was standing on the other side of him, and his face turned a little colder.

At the same age, how can there be such a big difference!

"Pick up your arm and come with me!"

With a cold snort at Murong Wutian, Murong Lingyun turned around and walked over to the other side.

And Murong Wutian, although he was a little unwilling, then he obediently picked up the arm he threw on the ground and slowly followed behind Murong Wutian.

(End of chapter)