According to rough estimates, there were no less than three thousand people galloping towards Ye Feng. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Among the 3,000 people, only the old man who galloped in front of him was dressed differently, and the 3,000 people behind him were all dressed in black, their faces covered by black veils, and only their eyes were exposed.

Looking at the old man at the head, he is not too tall, and although his gray clothes are not gorgeous, they are clean and not stained with a trace of dust.

However, what really surprised Ye Feng was the speed of these people's gallops.

"The Holy Martial Academy is thousands of miles away from the Tianwu Gate, could it be that they ...... That's how you came running on your legs? ”

Ye Feng's gaze swept over more than three thousand people, and he didn't find a batch of horses in the crowd, even Ye Feng was a little afraid to accept this fact.

"It's really a terrifying academy, although the three thousand men in black are all chivalrous, but I can't imagine how strong their bodies are. At the very least, if I were asked to travel thousands of miles on my legs, I would not be able to bear it. ”

Ye Feng muttered in his heart, and he couldn't help but admire the disciples of the Holy Martial Academy. Moreover, Ye Feng asked himself, although the cultivation of the three thousand people was at the chivalrous stage, his physical strength had already lost to the disciples of the Holy Martial Academy.

At this moment, as the gray-clothed old man got closer and closer to Ye Feng and the other three, it could be seen that Yan Xiang'er and Gong Maocai were obviously nervous and apprehensive, when the three thousand people were only fifty meters away from them, Yan Xiang'er and Gong Maocai had already slowly retreated backwards, until they retreated behind Ye Feng before stopping.

Ye Feng's complexion was not very good-looking, and his eyebrows had been furrowed since he saw this group of people from the Holy Martial Academy. Because Ye Feng sensed that each of the three thousand black-clothed people was exuding an astonishing murderous aura.

It can be said that the murderous aura emanating from each person is extremely strong, and it is definitely not something that can be possessed by killing one or two hundred people. It is only after years of baptism of killing that it can exude a terrifying murderous aura.

Since Ye Feng became a hero, he has experienced a lot of killings of all sizes, and he naturally has such a terrifying murderous aura. But compared with the three thousand men in black, Ye Feng only won a little.

"The more people you kill, the stronger the murderous aura emanates from your body. Although the murderous spirit is invisible, it can also have the effect of shocking and intimidating. It's like Gong Maocai and Yan Xiang'er are both chivalrous, but when they fight with a disciple of the Holy Martial Academy of the same rank, they will first be frightened by the murderous aura emitted by the other party. Without guts, even if the cultivation of the two is one level higher than the other party, they will be defeated because of fear. ”

This is like a popular saying, the soft are afraid of the hard, and the hard are afraid of the dead. The disciples of the Holy Martial Academy spent their days in killing, perhaps they themselves couldn't remember how many times they had brushed shoulders with death, since they were not even afraid of death, how could they be afraid of the living?

Fifty meters, in an instant.

The gray-clothed old man paused slightly under the crooked neck tree, squinted his eyes and glanced at Ye Feng and the others.

"Huh?"

A strange light sigh came out of the old man's mouth, and I saw him raise his hand and wave it slightly in mid-air, and the three thousand black-clothed people behind him all stopped.

As the gray-clothed old man stopped in front of them, fine sweat broke out on Gong Maocai and Yan Xiang'er's foreheads instantly, and different degrees of fear appeared in their eyes.

Ye Feng's face did not show joy and anger, but those dark red eyes were staring at the old man deadly, and the right hand behind his back slowly grasped the hilt of the purple sword.

At the same time, a terrifying murderous aura instantly emanated from Ye Feng's body, making Yan Xiang'er and Gong Mao, who were standing behind Ye Feng, take a step back.

Yan Xiang'er is better, after all, she knows Ye Feng's strength. But Gong Maocai was so frightened that he trembled, looking at Ye Feng's back and the murderous aura emitted by Ye Feng, Gong Maocai felt that he was about to suffocate.

"Oops! It's good to be able to meet a murderous person here...... Not bad. ”

I don't know if the Great Elder of the Holy Martial Academy is praising the leaf wind, or if he is harming the leaf wind to kill the nature. However, from the old man's slitted eyes, it could be seen that two fine lights shot out of his eyes the moment he spoke.

Ye Feng didn't speak, but his eyes stared at the old man in front of him without blinking.

This made Yan Xiang'er, who was standing behind Ye Feng, frown. She also knows a little bit about Ye Feng, it stands to reason that the old man in front of her is Yu Zhongnan's master, even if Ye Feng doesn't bow down to worship, he should greet him with a fist and a smile.

But instead of worshipping, Ye Feng exuded a murderous aura, obviously alert to the old man in front of him, which made Yan Xiang'er very incomprehensible.

"What's your name?" The old man asked with a smile.

The old man's words made Gong Maocai's eyes flash, and he leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to hear Ye Feng say his name.

However, Ye Feng only took a step back and did not open his mouth to answer the question of the Great Elder of the Holy Martial Academy.

Instantly! I saw that the flesh on the old man's face twitched slightly, and then he shook his head with a few strange laughs, as if talking to himself: "It turned out to be a dumb person." ”

Hearing this, Yan Xiang'er's gaze instantly moved to Ye Feng's body. At this moment, Yan Xiang'er obviously felt that the murderous aura emanating from Ye Feng was much stronger.

The Great Elder of the Holy Martial Academy glanced at Ye Feng a few more times from the corner of his eye, and did not continue to ask, raised his hand and waved it in the air, and strode straight towards the Tianwu Gate.

Seeing the old man galloping past in front of him with three thousand black-clothed people, Yan Xiang'er and Gong Mao let out a breath of turbidity, and the nerves that had been tense also relaxed, wiped the fine sweat on their foreheads, and then looked at Ye Feng.

"Young Master He, you are really a cow, I can be regarded as a five-body thrower who admires it. That was the Great Elder of the Holy Martial Academy, a veritable pseudo-chivalrous man. You can do it without bowing or speaking. Gong Maocai looked at Ye Feng, his eyes seemed to be looking at a freak.

Ye Feng's gaze was retracted from the three thousand people who had gone away, as if he hadn't heard Gong Maocai's words, and after letting go of his right hand holding the hilt of the sword, he touched his chin, and his dark red eyes showed a trace of doubt.

"Brother Yu worships him as a teacher? Person...... How does it give me a very strange feeling? Ye Feng muttered in his heart.

Yan Xiang'er's previous doubts were not unreasonable, according to the friendship between Ye Feng and Yu Zhongnan, when she saw her master at this time, she would indeed bow down with her fists in worship.

But at the moment when the Great Elder of the Holy Martial Academy stood in front of him, Ye Feng didn't understand why he didn't want to get close to the old man in his heart, and he was so disgusted that he didn't want to talk to him for half a word.

This feeling was very strange, Ye Feng had never felt like this to anyone. Even if Yan Xiang'er had done something that hurt the heavens and reason, Ye Feng could tolerate it. Only this old man made Ye Feng feel resistant in his heart.

"According to their speed, it shouldn't take more than an hour to reach Tianwumen, so let's hurry up."

Ye Feng suppressed the feeling in his heart, turned around and walked to the edge of the cliff and leaned down, biting the scabbard of the purple sword with his teeth and slowly descending the cliff.