One foundation, Ye Chenfeng can deal with it, but if it is two, three, even if he has the help of the demon soul now, he may not be able to leave here alive.

It's a must!

The local tyrant monk was planning to continue playing with it for a while, he enjoyed these condensing qi cultivators very much, and the wonderful expression on his face when he saw that his cultivation continued to break through their cognition and reach heights that they couldn't reach, so now that he was in the seventh layer of condensation, he still wanted to break the windless waves of Ye Chenfeng.

Who knew that Ye Chenfeng's eyes suddenly changed, and the local tyrant monk suddenly felt as if he was being targeted by a beast, and his whole body was suddenly shrouded in cold, and the local tyrant monk realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly condensed the aura to protect the body, and at the same time, the cultivation soared again, reaching the eighth layer of condensation qi in the blink of an eye.

However, Ye Chenfeng's actions once again exceeded the expectations of the local tyrant cultivator, he did not use any more exercises, and he didn't even feel any aura fluctuations from his body at all, just an ordinary punch, but with an extremely extraordinary speed.

In time, with the eyesight of the local tyrant monk, he still couldn't see this punch clearly, and his intuition was in front of him, and his body was hit by a strong force, and he flew out upside down in an instant, with a sweet mouth, and then a stream of blood spurted out irrepressibly.

The local tyrant monk lay on the ground, gasping for breath, looking at Ye Chenfeng's eyes, extremely shocked, as if he had seen a monster.

"How is that possible? How is this possible! ”

The local tyrant monk struggled to stand up, unable to believe that he would be injured by a fifth-layer condensing qi cultivator, even if Ye Chenfeng was the Tianjiao of the Xuanling Sect!

His eyes gradually changed from shock to anger, this feeling was like a person, being trampled under the feet of an ant, what could not have happened happened, but it happened to him, which made him completely put away his mind of playing with Ye Chenfeng and others.

"You're hiding your strength? In the face of Uncle Ben, do you dare to hide your strength? Very well, let me show you how scary I am when I get serious. ”

Although the words of the local tyrant monk were amazing, no one took it seriously, even if the local tyrant monk's cultivation climbed again, reaching the eighth layer of condensation in an instant, Ye Feibai and the others still didn't care too much, but then, Ye Feibai frowned.

Because of the cultivation of this local tyrant monk, after emitting the fluctuations of the eighth layer of condensation, he was still climbing, and he reached the ninth layer of condensation almost without any barrier!

Lin Shuihan's expression finally became solemn, and the gap in the strength of the ninth layer of condensation qi was no longer something that could be made up by relying on the Xuan Soul.

But this local tyrant monk obviously didn't plan to stop, the expressions of Ye Feibai and the others made him very satisfied, but Ye Chenfeng's expressionless face also made him dissatisfied.

"Rats, feel the power you can't reach!"

The cultivation of the local tyrant monk stopped at the ninth layer of condensation, but he seemed to still have the means, at this time, his hands pinched the trick, and he silently recited a strange spell in his mouth, and then a large number of charms appeared on his body, and his own cultivation broke through again, surpassing the ninth layer of condensation, and went straight to the tenth layer of condensation!

In the previous realm, although Ye Feibai and the others were shocked, they could still fight with the strength of a few of them, but if they let the local tyrant monks reach the tenth layer of condensation, they would not have any chance at all.

The name of the Ten Layers of Condensation is only because the Xuanling Sect has a relatively clear division of the realm of monks, but outside the sect, the Ten Layers of Condensation have another name.

That's ...... Build the foundation in half a step!

"A group of fools, I've been in the sect for a long time, and my brain is not good, since I dare to show up alone, will I not be sure to deal with you?"

The local tyrant monk looked proud, and the injury caused by Ye Chenfeng's punch just now also healed on its own as his cultivation continued to rise.

"I'll give you one last chance, will you decide on your own, or will I do it myself?"

Sou!

A figure flashed, and it turned out to be Ye Chenfeng's shot again, the same punch, the same physical strength, but this punch went down, but it was a completely different result.

The local tyrant monk had already prepared, although he still couldn't see Ye Chenfeng's figure clearly, but he could roughly capture his direction, and his hands were already guarding his chest.

Seeing this, Ye Chenfeng still punched him, the foundation building monks couldn't withstand the strength of their own bodies, Ye Chenfeng didn't think that a half-step foundation building could get rid of the fate of being beaten away.

But when this punch was about to hit, Ye Chenfeng suddenly felt a burst of invisible resistance, and a large amount of spiritual energy poured out from the arm of this local tyrant monk, far exceeding the range that a condensing monk should have, and under the obstacles of a large amount of spiritual energy, most of the power of Ye Chenfeng's punch was unloaded, and when it really hit the arm of the local tyrant monk, although it still made him retreat, it didn't hurt him at all.

This fight made Ye Chenfeng realize that the monk in front of him was much stronger than Lin Haonan, although his cultivation was on par with him, and his combat experience was much worse, but it was obvious that this local tyrant monk understood the battle between monks better, and the realm was only one aspect, and the more important thing was to grasp the battle situation.

The blow was not successful, but the other monks had already come closer, although they had not yet appeared in front of Ye Chenfeng, but their unbridled thoughts made it difficult for Ye Chenfeng to ignore them.

This situation put Ye Chenfeng in a dilemma, he didn't know whether he should use all his strength to kill the local tyrant monk in front of him, or make a false move to lure away these foundation-building monks.

Ye Feibai and the others, although they have made progress after entering the outer gate, they can't be like him after all, they can fight the foundation building monks, if they can't completely lead them away, even if only one foundation building is left, they will also suffer a catastrophe.

As for Ye Chenfeng, with the experience of fighting against the foundation building, even if there were a few more foundation building monks, although it was impossible for him Ye Chenfeng to win, it was more than enough to escape.

Thinking about it, it seems that there is only this way.

Ye Chenfeng could only pray for his hard work, Ye Feibai and the others could understand that after their craftsmen led them away, whether they could survive or not could only settle their own destiny.

It's not that Ye Chenfeng doesn't keep his oath, it's that he really can't do anything to save everyone.

The demon of the heart has never been suitable to be a savior.

With a decision, Ye Chenfeng forced out a trace of blood, leaving it from the corner of his mouth, and the arm he had just punched was also quickly put behind his back by him, seemingly standing with his hands in his hands, but Ye Feibai and the others happened to see his trembling arm.

This image, in the eyes of others, is obviously in the confrontation just now, suffering a dark loss, but still holding on to not being discovered by the enemy.

Ye Feibai and the others were immediately moved in their hearts, they knew that the local tyrant monks were difficult to deal with, and the monks who were constantly climbing in cultivation were very strange in themselves, but they couldn't understand why Ye Chenfeng didn't use the best spirit plants?

At this moment, several figures suddenly appeared behind the local tyrant monks, they were wearing pitch-black cloaks and wide hoods, covering themselves tightly, and they couldn't see their identity at all.

One of them said in a dark voice.

"Jin Daqian, how long are you going to play? Get rid of them quickly, and don't forget our mission. ”

"Mission?" The local tyrant monk laughed loudly, and even pointed at Ye Chenfeng and said.

"Isn't there a task ahead? This person is the Ye Chenfeng we are looking for, as long as we kill him, this mission will be half completed. ”

Those few Zhuji looked at Ye Chenfeng in unison, although they did not show their cultivation, the sharpness in their eyes still brought a lot of pressure to Ye Chenfeng.

"How many of you are cultivating the same as him?" Ye Chenfeng tried his best to suppress his voice trembling with fear, but Jin Daqian said.

"Can you see our cultivation?" Jin Daqian was a little surprised, and couldn't help but take a look at Ye Chenfeng, who knew that he had just looked at Ye Chenfeng with admiration, and was completely subverted by the next sentence.

"Hmph, what's not to see? Isn't it the cultivation of the ninth layer of condensation, and the half-step foundation building is mentioned through the secret method! What's the big deal, when your secret method time passes, it will be when I Ye Chenfeng tortures and kills you! ”

As soon as these words came out, even Ye Feibai and the others were stunned, and Jin Daqian's face became even more strange, but when he thought of the information about Ye Chenfeng, he was relieved.

A gentleman, even if he works hard and achieves something, but some of the problems in his bones must be difficult to get rid of.

Jin Daqian shook his head helplessly, his face was full of banter, he never thought that this mission was to exterminate such a waste.

(End of chapter)