"Hmph, a gentleman's words, a quick horse, Your Excellency inquired, Ben Shao does things, when will you pay the bill?"

After hearing this, Yan Yi was also a little angry.

"Okay, since Daoyou is so refreshing, then Ye will understand. ”

When things came to this point, of course, Ye Feng didn't need to bother with his words, only to see his right hand raised, a pop came into his ear, and a flame the size of an egg appeared on his right hand.

Shura Demon Flame!

"Hmph, playing with fire, I really don't know whether to live or die. ”

Yan Yi saw that Ye Feng did not sacrifice the magic weapon, but instead made such a flame, raised his eyebrows, and showed a contemptuous look on his face without hesitation.

You must know that the ancestor of the Yan family is the ancestor of playing with fire, and his fire magic power can be said to be supernatural, as the dear descendant of this old monster, this young man has no other skills, and he must have obtained the true inheritance of the old monster in terms of manipulating flames.

This leaf boy doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, and he plays with fire in front of him.

The other party has an arrogant temper, but Ye Feng is not angry but happy, and he will pay the price for underestimating the enemy.

Although Ye Feng didn't take Yan Yi in his eyes at the beginning, it was naturally best to be able to defeat him easily.

Hey......

Ye Feng sneered, without the slightest nonsense, and with a wave of his right hand, he pointed at the void.

After the Shura Demon Flame swirled for a while, it smashed directly at the other party, just like an ordinary fireball technique, without the slightest surprise.

"This ......"

Yan Yi was directly dumbfounded, the other party looked down on him so much, he was really angry1

Ye Feng did this, except for belittling him, he couldn't find an adjective, and he didn't put himself in his eyes at all.

"Look for death!"

This time, a fierce look flashed on Yan Yi's face, and then he didn't say much, and with the same raised right hand, a black flame flew out.

As soon as this flame appeared, the surrounding temperature skyrocketed, and as the energy continued to change, it became about a hundred zhang in size in an instant.

is also manipulating the Spirit Flame Demon Fire, Ye Feng's prestige is not at all, Yan Yi's place, just looking at it, it is a sea of fire, and it is not a level in terms of power alone.

Not to mention Yan Yi's smug expression, even the two Immortal Spirit Sect elders who were full of confidence in Ye Feng were a little nervous and scared.

"The flames are burning the sky, this Yan Yi really got the true inheritance of the ancestor of the Yan family. ”

"Yes, this guy is really difficult to deal with. ”

Hua Meiniang also nodded emphatically at this time.

"Senior sister, what should I do, Senior Brother Ye is too light on the enemy, I'm afraid there will be some trouble. ”

……

However, having said that, he actually knew that at this moment, he and his senior sister actually couldn't help at all.

This is a fair duel, and naturally no one else can interfere.

Airplanes!

Before the words fell, the Demon Flame Spiritual Fire controlled by the two of them had collided fiercely, and the volume of light was the volume, and the Shura Demon Flame and the sea of fire collided fiercely, and the heavens and the earth were moved in an instant, and the huge mushroom cloud suddenly lit up and swept the sky.

After the Asura Demon Flame and the Sea of Fire collided together, the color suddenly turned into a red shaped ruby.

As the color changed, a terrifying chill suddenly spread wildly in all directions, intertwining with the sea of fire.

Cracking sound......

Above the void, a buzzing sound rang out continuously.

Gradually, Ye Feng's flames suppressed the sea of fire!

This......

After seeing this scene, Yan Thirty was stunned.

However, the astonishment is stunned, the duel will continue, not to mention that with Yan Thirty's character, how can he easily admit defeat?

"Damn!"

At that moment, a look of anger flashed on his face, and then he saw his hands waving one after another, and one after another spells swung out from between his hands, turning into pure energy and merging into this sea of fire.

This is the secret technique of the Yan family's ancestor to become famous, and it is naturally very extraordinary.

Cracking sound......

In an instant, the flame's energy skyrocketed.

A strange look flashed on Ye Feng's face.

In Ye Feng's mind, the other party was just a gentleman.

However, the other party's performance is quite extraordinary, although it is a little arrogant, but it can't be completely said to be a lie, but just like this, I want to challenge myself, which is still a little too self-conscious!

At that moment, the corners of Ye Feng's mouth were slightly raised, and he was a little lighter towards the void.

"Go!"

The voice fell. The flame energy of the Shura Demon Flame suddenly skyrocketed.

In the next moment, the flames above the void turned into a vortex of space-time.

His fire is like delicious food. Constantly devoured by a vortex of flame energy.

"This ......"

Yan Thirty was dumbfounded, and even suspected that it was a dream, encountering such a strange scene, he really had no way at all.

As the saying goes, there is no vanity under the fame, although he is reluctant to admit it on his lips, but deep down, Yan Thirty also feels that he is somewhat underestimated.

Although Ye Feng was only in the middle of the Tribulation, his strength could not be considered by the standards of ordinary monks.

Damn it!

Yan Thirty felt a little humiliated, with his arrogant and arrogant character, although he felt that Ye Feng was not easy to deal with, he was naturally unwilling to admit defeat so easily.

This Ye Kid's Demon Fire is certainly difficult to deal with, but what if he can't do anything else?

Come to think of it. His expression regained a little calm.

Brush!

With a wave of his right hand, the light in the void was magnificent, like a sky full of stars swinging away, like a leaf storm shooting away.

Hey?

Ye Feng's expression froze, and a strange look flashed on his face.

As we all know, the penetration power of flying needle-type magic weapons is almost the strongest among all magic weapons, but it is the most difficult to cultivate.

Because the size is too small, it requires a very strong divine sense to control it freely, and there are hundreds of them in front of him, if an immortal cultivator is faced with so many flying needle-type magic weapons, I am afraid it will be difficult to deal with.

Even if you have a shield-type defensive magic weapon, it is not very useful, because its penetrating power is too powerful, but can Ye Feng be compared to an ordinary monk?

Even if the magic weapon of the flying needle is difficult to deal with, Ye Feng doesn't care, because he has more means, and he can deal with it calmly and casually.

Even at this moment, Ye Feng still had no intention of sacrificing the treasure, so he held it up so that the two fellow disciples were stunned.

He was a little worried, and at the same time a little puzzled, did Senior Brother Ye still plan to use his flame to defend against the enemy, although this flame was powerful, what use could it be in the face of so many flying needle-type treasures?

In the next moment, Ye Feng's right hand was raised, and he saw thousands of sword rays swinging out from between his fingers.

"Damn!"

Yan Thirty's expression suddenly froze.

He actually wanted to resist his own snatching needle volley with a mere sword, this is not contempt, he originally thought that he was arrogant enough, but he didn't expect this kid to look down on himself at all!

When did he Yan Yi ever be so insulted like this?

The thought in his mind turned, Yan Thirty stretched out his fist and slammed it on his chest, and the roar was like thunder.

"Poof"

In the next moment, a mass of essence blood the size of a dragon's eye spit out from his mouth, and after the essence blood was spit out, it burst into the void in an instant, and then merged into the flying needle magic weapon like a long whale absorbing water.

Yan Thirty was enraged by the other party's contempt, and was ready to exterminate that hateful Ye boy here.

At this time, even Hua Mei Niang and they felt that Ye Feng was a little too big, no matter how strong you are, you can't look down on your opponent.

However, the next scene made everyone dumbfounded, only to see Ye Feng's right hand raised, and he pointed out like a finger in front of him.

Airplanes!

With his movements, those sword lights trembled and flashed, and then disappeared from the air, and instead, sword filaments appeared in the void.

These sword wires were incomparably slender, as thick as human hair, and the number was more than ten times more than the sword rays just now.

There was a crisscrossing of the void, swinging as if ahead.

"Turn swords into silk!"

Yan Thirty popped out a few words from between his teeth, and on the other side, the two Immortal Spirit Sect elders who were watching were also dumbfounded, one moment, they were still worried that Ye Fengtuo would underestimate the enemy, and the next moment, they were already shocked by his fierce methods.

"Turn the sword into silk, senior sister, I'm not mistaken, it's actually turning the sword into silk!"

You must know that turning a sword into silk itself, although it is not a great secret art, does not use the ontology, but uses the sword light to perform.

However, it is a little shocking, doesn't this mean that Ye Feng does not use treasures, and the power of these sword lights displayed alone is not inferior to the magic weapons of monks of the same level?

How is this possible?

By this time, Yan Thirty was more angry and afraid.

Of course, there are more unwilling ingredients, how can anyone be more powerful than themselves?

Although he is not a sword cultivator, he also has a certain understanding of the way of the sword, and with the sword light alone, it is impossible to turn the sword into silk.

This is not to say that he is far inferior to Ye Feng.

That's impossible!

Yan Thirty didn't want to admit it in his heart, this Ye boy's secret technique looked outrageous, but who knows, is this a showmanship, and it is useless?

With this in mind, he continued to manipulate the Soul Snatcher Needle to shoot from this side, while injecting more mana into ......

Although deep down, there was a faint fear, but he still had to take a risk.

Airplanes!

The next moment. The sound of clanging came to my ears, and the flying needle and the sword wire collided violently in midair.

The result was evenly matched.

Yan Thirty's eyes widened, he did not hesitate to use his essence blood to stimulate the power of the Soul Snatching Needle, but he could only fight with the other party to the point of parity.

However, the surprise did not end, Ye Feng's right hand flipped and pointed forward again. With his movements. Those sword wires directly turned into rays of light, and the flying needle magic weapon was entangled at once.

Circle after circle, like the silk thread spit out by the spring silkworm. The flying needles were directly imprisoned.

Now that the magic weapon is trapped, Yan Thirty has a spiritual connection with this treasure. It has been cut off by Ye Feng.

In an instant, his expression became extremely pale, the power of the sword alone was so extraordinary, if he really sacrificed the treasure, what could he resist it?

Although he was unwilling to admit defeat, he also knew in his heart that the strength of himself and the other party was simply too much worse, and to put it mildly, the two sides were not at the same level at all.

This thought has not yet been turned. The cold hair on his back stood up inexplicably, and with a flash of inspiration, Ye Feng had disappeared in place.

Airplanes!

Then his protective aura was like papier-mâché, and he was easily breached, only to see a palm as warm as jade stop at a distance of about half a finger above his forehead.

"Yan Shao, how about you and I just stop here?"

"Ye Daoyou is superb. Convincing in the next losing!"

Looking at the palm above his head, cold sweat fell on Yan Thirty's forehead, and then he arched his hand and said.

Ye Feng retracted his hand, feeling a little strange in his heart, the other party could admit defeat so frankly, which made his impression of this eldest young master change a little.

At least ordinary gentlemen can't do this anyway, Ye Feng smiled and retracted his hand.

Although Yan Thirty openly admitted defeat. However, when things got to this point, no matter what, it didn't look good on his face, so naturally he wouldn't continue to stay, so he said goodbye and left immediately.

The matter came to an end, and Hua Meiniang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Such a result can be said to be much better than they expected in advance.

At first, the two of them were really worried that Ye Feng didn't know how serious it was, if this Yan Thirty or was seriously injured, the grumpy Yan family ancestor, no matter what, would not give up.

In that case, Ye Feng will not be the only one who is unlucky, and this sect will also be angry and face a catastrophe.

But fortunately, it was unnecessary to worry, and the final result was very good.

As soon as she thought of this, a smile appeared at the corner of Hua Meiniang's mouth, and she was about to speak, but Ye Feng shook her robe, and a spiritual light wrapped in something, and slowly flew over like her.

The woman was slightly stunned, but she did not hesitate and reached out to take the object.

"It's ......"

In her hand, there was a black animal skin scroll, and the woman recognized what it was after just one glance.

It was the duel just now, Yan Thirty lost to Ye Feng's Caitou, don't look at this beast skin is inconspicuous, what it represents is a whole vein, and it is also a superb vein.

"Senior Brother Ye, you are ......"

Hua Meiniang was surprised and delighted, and vaguely guessed Ye Feng's intentions.

"Senior sister should know that Ye is obsessed with cultivation, although this vein is not trivial, but Ye has not experienced anything to take care of, so it will be handed over to the sect to help me take care of it, as for the income from the vein, I and the sect will each take half of it. ”

"Take half of each, it's not appropriate!"

As soon as Ye Feng's voice fell, Hua Meiniang's head shook directly like a wave drum.

"Oh, then with the meaning of senior sister, how should it be divided?"

Ye Feng said with a smile.

"This vein was won back by the junior brother, the sect is just a little bit of a little bit of care, and the proceeds, where can I be half with the junior brother, with the meaning of the concubine, the twenty-eight is divided. ”

"Twenty-eight points, that's not right. ”

Ye Feng is naturally a stingy guy, not to mention that his net worth is not trivial, and the Immortal Spirit Sect treats himself well, Ye Feng feels that the other party is too disadvantaged.

"Senior sister doesn't need to shirk, half to half Ye already feels very good. ”

Hua Meiniang naturally didn't agree.

In this way, the two sides bargained for a while, and finally each gave in one step, and Ye Feng took seventy percent of the income from the best ore veins, and the Immortal Spirit Sect took thirty percent.

In fact, no one would be too much of a treasure, for a sect, spirit stones are even more necessary treasures, but the two elders of the Immortal Spirit Sect knew very well that even compared to a rare and superb mineral vein, Ye Feng's value was much greater, so they would rather have fewer spirit stones than to envelop this supernatural junior.

But fortunately, the final result was that everyone was happy, and then surrounded by the two, Ye Feng returned to the sect of the Immortal Spirit Sect.

(End of chapter)