"Who is the shameless sneak attack?" the black-shirted monk was annoyed, he was full of pride, fear and despair, he felt like a god, but now his shoulder was dripping blood, and he wanted to crush the bones of the archer.

But looking at the deep pit on the ground that had been blasted by arrows, the black-shirted monk had to be cautious, and he felt that the young man who drew the bow on the parapet was a great enemy.

"Sneak attack? hahaha, you don't deserve my sneak attack, since you said I sneak attack, then take my palm!"

Ignoring the people around him who were so sluggish that they were about to petrify, Yin Feng jumped out of the parapet wall, slapped out with his right palm, and his figure transformed, and the speed was amazing.

"The dragon is like a prajna!"

The terrible air currents hit his face, the black-shirted monk was shocked inexplicably, he didn't expect the other party to say that he would fight, so he said a few words of bragging, and he didn't have time to think about it, the black-shirted monk hurriedly mobilized his dantian true qi, raised his palm and slammed it.

Rumble!

The palms touched, the true qi collided, and the terrifying force exploded in the air, and the people who were blown by the wind couldn't open their eyes, flying sand and stones, and the sound of the wind was mixed with the exclamations of the people around them.

The stalemate of palm power only lasted for a moment, and then it was forcibly broken by Yin Feng, and the palm of his hand was forced down by three inches. With a thud, the black-shirted monk's shirt was immediately shattered, and the cloth was all over the sky, and the ground under his feet was abruptly dented, cracked and densely cracked, and the terrible impact made the black-shirted monk spit blood from his mouth.

Although the cultivation of the black-shirted monk is a whole great realm higher than Yin Feng, and the strength of the true qi is more than twice that of Yin Feng, this is an unbridgeable gap, but Yin Feng's true qi is entwined with the power of the five elements, and the quality is more than twice that of the black-shirted monk, so if you fight the true qi alone, it is not clear which is stronger and which is weaker, even if Yin Feng has a little advantage, it will never be too strong.

But unfortunately, what the black-shirted monk encountered was a body cultivator, and with the blessing of gravity, the stalemate was immediately broken, and Yin Feng's true qi naturally flowed downstream, shaking the other party.

In fact, the strength of a thousand catties is not all of Yin Feng's physical strength, before the body reaches a turn realm, Yin Feng can carry a thousand jin boulder to sharpen his body, and now that he has reached a turn realm, his strength has reached five thousand catties.

"Your Excellency is a good cultivator, judging by the fact that you have such a cultivation at a young age, you must be an elite disciple of the Taiqing Red Sword Sect. ”

Covering his chest and wiping the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, the black-shirted monk said, looking at his voice, the middle qi was not very sufficient, obviously the true qi was disordered, but it did not hurt the root. In fact, he was very glad in his heart, in his early years in the sect, he had chosen a palm-type attribute martial art, and the power was not weak, if it weren't for this, he would definitely be seriously injured. Although the martial arts he majored in were not palm techniques, at that juncture, he was not allowed to think of anything else.

However, what puzzled the black-shirted monk was that he had not yet discovered the other party's cultivation realm, nor could he find out the other party's cultivation qualifications, as if he was a mortal, but he could shock him, obviously his cultivation was extraordinary, he had such cultivation at such a young age, and his talent must be above the fourth grade, and with such a talent, if there was no accident, he would be directly accepted as an elite disciple.

"Oh, could it be that you are also an elite disciple of the Taiqing Red Sword Sect?"

Until this moment, Yin Feng could see the appearance of the black-shirted monk clearly, he had been wearing a hat before and couldn't see his true face, the black-shirted monk's facial features were not bad, and there was a green glow between his eyebrows, obviously not very old, but a big mole at the corner of his mouth was a little ugly!

"Nonsense, you don't see the superior qualification of my Butian is three-grade talent, how can I not be an elite disciple, but I am not a person from your Taiqing Red Sword Sect, but a disciple of the Shangqing Miao Spirit Sect. ”

At this moment, this self-proclaimed young man seems to have recovered his arrogant nature, very fluttering, this sense of superiority seems to be brought out of his bones, with his exposed chest, and the appearance of his cape, it is very funny.

This undoubtedly made Yin Feng very disgusted, of course he knew that this Shangqing Miao Ling Sect was one of the three sects on the righteous path, in addition to the Taiqing Red Sword Sect and the Shangqing Miao Ling Sect, the other was the Yuqing Illusion Micro Sect.

In addition to being disgusted, Yin Feng was also surprised, this was the first time he had met a disciple of a foreign sect, and he was still one of the nine top sects in the wilderness region, but from this step of the sky's tone, Yin Feng could also hear some clues, these three sects that are also on the right path may also have a high status, he has not yet come into contact with the Yuqing Illusion Micro Sect, and he can't figure it out, but the cultivation status of this Shangqing Miao Spirit Sect is obviously higher than that of the Taiqing Red Sword Sect.

Seeing that Yin Feng was silent, Butian naturally thought that he was surprised by his identity, and immediately became even more proud, and said with a smile: "You don't have to be afraid, since it is the same three gates on the right path, I will let the Yin clan go, but you have to let the Yin clan surrender to the Shi clan, I have an appointment with the Shi clan, if you can help me complete the agreement, I Butian don't mind making you a friend!"

Originally, those people of the Shi clan who were shocked and speechless became active again at this moment, and they couldn't interject in the conversation between the strangers, and they were not qualified to interject, but everyone in the Shi clan knew that as long as they won the Yin clan and broke the horns of the Lin clan and the Yin clan, then it would only be a matter of time before they captured the Lin clan, and it would not be a dream for him to become a fourth-level family by that time.

Shi Feng's face was flushed, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that their master was not the opponent of the junior of the Yin clan, but Butian's words, Shi Feng heard it very clearly, and instantly eliminated all his worries and fears.

From joy, to shock, to disappointment, and finally joy, the emotional reversal in the middle made Shi Feng's heart a little unbearable. What can the Yin clan do if they also have powerful aliens, after all, they don't have to surrender to the Shi clan, in Shi Feng's opinion, this is the will of heaven that cannot be violated, and his Yin clan is destined to become the stepping board of his Shi clan.

On the Yin clan's side, everyone's original exhilarating emotions disappeared, followed by a tense atmosphere, Yin Feng turned out to be an alien, this is the most explosive information in the hearts of everyone on the parapet at this time, disbelief instantly replaced despair, no one can understand the horror of aliens more than the Yin clan.

Those generations of the same age as Yin Feng, such as Yin Shengnan, Yin Jun, Yin Hun, etc., all forgot their original views on Yin Feng at the beginning, despised, disgusted, pity or complicated, like a temporary amnesia.

The only thought in their minds was that there was actually a stranger in the Yin clan, this stranger was still Yin Feng, and the Yin clan was saved, but from the conversation, they could hear that the identity of the inhuman of the Shi clan was superior to Yin Feng.

Yin Shengnan still covered his mouth, staring at her somewhat familiar and somewhat unfamiliar back without blinking, and her thoughts were extremely complicated.

Bu Tian was still proud, he felt that it was so comfortable to be a disciple of the Shangqing Miao Spirit Sect, the superiority of his status made him very fluttering, how about the other party's cultivation being better than him, he didn't have to take care of the overall situation, bowed his head and was silent.

didn't care about the expression of Yin Feng's face hidden under the shadows, and said to himself: "My brother ranks high among the elite disciples in the sect, and his cultivation is already in the Dan Dao realm, why don't you be a good person to the end, let the woman in the leopard print short skirt on the parapet follow me, in the future, I will let my brother reward you with some natural treasures, and then I will ask someone to give it to you, what do you think!"

Bu Tian smiled, looking at the parapet with a look in his eyes, it was a lustful light, it was difficult for a monk like him to be tempted by mortals, but that pretty shadow was too hot, full of wildness, Bu Tian was confident, he didn't think that anyone could refuse the temptation of heaven and earth for the sake of mortals.

Yin Shengnan on the parapet wall was paralyzed for the first time, burst into tears, and was supported by Yin Chong for the first time.

"Uncle!" Yin Shengnan was very sad.

"Shengnan, don't worry, even if the uncle is desperate, he won't let you fall into the hands of traitors, and the uncle believes that Yin Feng's child will stop it!"

"Yes, Fengzi, if you can come back, it means that he is a person who values love and righteousness!" Yin Jie and Yin Hao were constantly relieved, they believed in Yin Feng's character.