A trace of uncertainty flashed in Ye Feng's heart, and with a slight scraping of his fingernails, a pinch of gray-white powder fell down, revealing the lilac flesh, and then his face turned pale, and his right hand shook fiercely, and the lilac juice was everywhere, and the juice flowed down lightly from the gap between Ye Feng's trembling five fingers.

"Brother, what are you?"

Ye Han, who was holding his right hand behind Ye Feng, was suddenly stunned, and at the same time felt extremely aggrieved, the jade spirit fruit that he had finally obtained was actually pinched by his most respected eldest brother, if it weren't for the tacit understanding between his brothers for many years, as well as his belief in Ye Feng in his heart, Ye Han was afraid that he would have to go crazy on the spot.

"We were deceived by him! This is not a jade spirit fruit, this is just an ordinary spirit fruit, and it is the cheapest purple jade fruit! It's just that the real appearance is covered after mold, and it looks seven points similar to the jade spirit fruit!"

Ye Feng's face couldn't help twitching after speaking, but he didn't expect to be almost deceived by Song Feng with a moldy purple jade fruit.

"Okay, you cunning thing!" Ye Han was furious, ignoring the pain in his right hand, he just pulled his mouth and scolded Song Feng.

"Xiao Fengzi, I do understand a little, it turns out that they coveted the so-called 'Jade Spirit Fruit' on your body, but you didn't, and then Ye Han accidentally searched for the moldy spirit fruit from your house, and what is even more surprising is that the moldy purple jade fruit is exactly the same as the jade spirit fruit. ”

"However, the Jade Spirit Fruit is indeed a good thing, and it is possible to harvest the fruit after growing for at least a hundred years. It not only has the function of washing the essence and cutting the marrow, but also has the effect of improving the cultivation talent of martial artists. Usually in the cultivation world, it is also a rare thing!"

Xuan Gu stroked his long beard, and after a little thought, he felt the general context of the matter thoroughly, and then transmitted the sound to Song Feng.

"This man's heart is really greedy, like a bottomless pit. No wonder he framed me for stealing his spirit fruit last time, it turned out to be an opportunity to knock me if I had a jade spirit fruit. Well deserved!"

Song Feng got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, shook off the dust on his body, and after Xuan Gu said this, when he was about to connect what happened in the recent past, he understood the beginning and end of the matter, and suddenly felt that his mouth was suddenly opened.

"Hahahaha!"

Song Feng gloated. This Ye Han couldn't help but even touch the legendary Jade Spirit Fruit Mao'er, and he was also broken with a hand, which really lost his wife and broke his soldiers, and he was beaten by Song Feng in vain.

"Brother, kill him, he must have eaten all the jade spirit fruits, and would rather waste them than hand them over to us, it's really a tyrannical thing. ”

Ye Han's eyes were full of resentment, he couldn't wait to eat Song Feng's flesh alive, and his face was even more ashamed, he didn't expect that he was like a clown jumping off the beam, and he came to Song Feng's house in the middle of the night, and he also used ecstasy incense, just to steal a moldy purple jade fruit, and also lost a right hand, thinking about it, he felt a hot pain on his face.

"Hahahaha!"

Song Feng couldn't help but laugh wildly. This Ye Han really came from Tie Hanhan, this behavior made Song Feng laugh non-stop, and directly ignored Ye Feng with a black face next to him for a while.

"This is a good place, it will be your burial place, and I will come to visit you if I have time next year. That's it. Song Feng!"

As soon as the words fell, the majestic blue-eyed golden-eyed tiger behind Ye Feng roared, and at the same time, Ye Feng's hands turned into huge and hideous beast palms.

For no reason, his eyes were full of killing intent, and he went straight to Song Feng's head to kill him, looking at his posture, he was afraid that he was ready to twist Song Feng's neck down.

"Master, what should I do? I am only now in the second level of the body realm, and I am far from being the opponent of this Ye Feng!"

Seeing Ye Feng's desperate posture, Song Feng couldn't help but anxiously transmit the message to Xuan Gu in his heart, there is no way, the difference in strength is so big, I am afraid that a slight touch will be enough for him to drink a pot.

"Don't panic, good boy. Relax your body and don't think about anything. Now I'm in control of your body. Let me fight with him!"

In the Xuan Pupil, Xuan Gu saw Ye Feng with a cold face coming towards his disciple, but he didn't seem too surprised, he looked confident, obviously he had expected the scene that was happening now.

Hearing Xuan Gu say this, Song Feng's hanging heart was put down, and then according to what Xuan Gu said, he sat down cross-legged, looking at his eyes and eyes with a concerned look, and he gently closed his eyes, and actually breathed on the spot.

Although he didn't know what Song Feng was doing, he dared to breathe his injuries in front of him, Ye Feng sneered in his heart, but the attack in his hand did not decrease at all, but became more and more violent.

Swish!

Just when Ye Feng's slightly condensed beast palm with a desolate aura was about to approach Song Feng's eyebrows, in the eyes of Ye Feng's ruthless and excited Ye Han on the side, it seemed that Song Feng, who was sitting quietly and pranayama in front of Ye Feng, actually opened his eyes.

A blue-white light burst out from Song Feng's open eyes, and in an instant, Ye Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, and even the offensive in his hand slowed down slightly.

Boom!

One after another afterimages appeared, and Song Feng's figure disappeared in an instant, but Ye Feng's blow containing anger slammed into the air, hitting the trunk of the tree where Song Feng was originally located, the thick trunk, and suddenly recessed inward, gray-white sawdust flew one after another, and then along the edge of the depression, cracks appeared.

The tree made an overwhelming crunch, and it fell in response, raising up a cloud of dust, which woke up the sleeping birds in the dark forest, and the black shadows of the fluttering spirits flapping their wings crossed the night sky and flew away in the distance.