Ye Feng smiled, looked at the young man in front of him, and said lightly: "Huangquan Road, Soul Hooking Messenger!" ”

Huangquan Road?

Soul Messenger?

The young man thinks that his knowledge is okay, and all the large and small forces in China have heard of it, but he really hasn't heard of this Huangquan Road.

"No matter who you are, I just want to know, what are you doing if you don't know what you are here?" The young man asked with a cold face.

"Kill you!" The smile on Ye Feng's face did not decrease, as if he was saying something insignificant.

The young man's bright eyes were filled with a fierce light, and he smiled angrily, "Kill me? ”

"Boom !!"

The power of a scroll of artistic conception is like a monstrous flood, covering the entire courtyard, and faintly, you can see a cliff, and brown cypress trees swaying with the wind.

Ye Feng's eyelids lifted, feeling the terrifying power surging in all directions, "Eye of Data!" ”

Primate: Mid-Yang God Realm!

Combat power: 2450!

"The combat power in the middle stage of the Yang God Realm is only 2450, which is not as good as Xiang Zhuang!" A sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth, and he suddenly took an arrow step and disappeared in place.

The young man's pupils contracted suddenly, and in his perception, Ye Feng seemed to have broken free from the shackles of artistic conception, turning into a violent tornado, sweeping towards him.

"How daring!"

"Whoa!"

The sword unsheathed and turned into an afterimage.

"Wind Yama !!"

"Boom !!"

The young man held the sword in his right hand, a look of confusion appeared on his face, and in his eyes, the endless stars began to fall, and the momentum was calm, as if the end of the world was coming. Faintly, ten huge stars could be seen, lined up, and at every moment, there was a figure sitting above the stars, like the shadow of the Nine Hells.

"Smack!"

At the moment when the young man was shocked by the Wind Yan Domain, Ye Feng appeared beside the other party, his right hand was like an eagle's claw, and he grabbed the young man's neck.

"Roll !!"

At the same time, the confusion in the young man's eyes was replaced by horror, and the rolling internal force was like substance, sweeping out, forming waves of ripples.

It's a pity that Ye Feng's right fingernail glowed with black light, and the weird lines shone brightly, and the ripples of internal force actually collapsed in an instant.

As Ye Feng was promoted to the third generation of zombies, the power of three annihilations and three ruins was even more terrifying.

The young man's pupils contracted suddenly, goosebumps stood up all over his body, and a fatal sense of crisis forced him to retreat quickly. At the same time, the young man's steel teeth bitten, and a roll of even more terrifying internal force erupted from his Heavenly Spirit Cover, turning into a brilliant sword light, slashing towards Ye Feng fiercely.

"Boom !!"

Without dodging or dodging, Ye Feng grabbed the young man's right hand and raised it suddenly, grabbing the sword light that came from the horizontal slash.

In the young man's shocked gaze, the sword light was like glass, cracking inch by inch.

"It's a bit capable!"

Ye Feng looked at the cracked tiger's mouth, with a cold smile on his face, with his current self-healing power, this kind of injury could be recovered in an instant.

"Whew!"

The figure moved, and the young man disappeared in place.

"Who the hell is he? Why is it so strong? The young man's eyes were full of anxiety, and Ye Feng's strength was beyond his imagination.

The young man is a descendant of Wudang Mountain, and he is also a strong man in the Yang God Realm, but in the face of Ye Feng at this moment, he has no power to resist at all.

This is exactly the horror of zombies, and every breakthrough will bring earth-shaking changes.

"Run?"

Watching the young man kick the ground violently, turning into an afterimage, breaking through the ceiling, a sneer appeared on the corner of Ye Feng's mouth.

"Woohoo!"

The figure flickered, turned into a series of afterimages, and chased towards the young man.

The Fire Cloud Evil God yawned, glanced at the hole above his head, walked slowly towards the leather sofa, picked up the red wine on the table by himself, and poured it hard, "Trash!" ”

"Bang!" Throwing away the red wine bottle casually, the Fire Cloud Evil God's eyes rolled wildly, and he walked towards the bookshelf with a smile.

At the same time, Ye Feng and the young man were like two arrows, swept towards the foot of Wansong Mountain, and the terrifying momentum and strong wind attracted the sideways eyes of passers-by.

Feeling the breath getting closer and closer behind him, the young man's face was full of anxiety, he took out his mobile phone from the space ring and dialed a string of numbers.

"Qingshu, the matter of Wansong Villa, don't be too anxious, the means are softer......" Before the young man could speak, a serious persuasion sounded on the other side.

"Dad, I'm being hunted down, come and save me!"

"What? Where are you? I'll be right here! ”

"I'm running towards no man's land, come quickly!"

"Don't go to no man's land, you go to the money gang immediately, someone will help you!"

"Good!"

Hanging up the phone, the young man's figure turned, rolling internal force, as if he didn't want money, covering a radius of hundreds of meters, making him seem to teleport.

Ye Feng's face was filled with surprise, and he looked at the young man who was suddenly shooting in the direction of the Money Gang, "If I heard correctly, this guy's name is Qingshu?" Song Qingshu? ”

In the Money Gang, Shangguan Jinhong sat on a tiger skin chair, flipping through the recent accounts.

"Boom Boom !!"

Suddenly, there was a sound like thunder, from far to near, the entire Money Gang shook slightly, and even most of the glass shattered.

As soon as his eyelids were raised, Shangguan Jinhong rushed out with an arrow.

Standing outside the hall, Shangguan Jinhong looked up at the figure roaring from afar, carrying a terrifying aura, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and his voice was loud, "Who is Your Excellency, why did you come to my money gang?" ”

"I'm Song Qingshu, save me!"

Song Qingshu's anxious roar echoed for miles.

Song Qingshu?

Shangguan Jinhong's expression changed slightly, "The head of the martial arts, Song Yuanqiao's son Song Qingshu?" ”

Before Shangguan Jinhong could react, a terrifying aura rose from within the Money Gang, and thirteen cold rays of light were like peacocks opening the screen, affecting Ye Feng behind Song Qingshu.

"Wudang Shadow Chasing Sword?" Shangguan Jinhong's face was extremely ugly, "I didn't expect that there would be a strong man in Wudang Mountain hiding in the Money Gang!" ”

Seeing the thirteen cold rays of light that suddenly rose, Song Qingshu's face was full of surprise, you must know that the Wudang Shadow Chasing Sword is one of the peerless schools in Wudang Mountain, and it is not passed on by the descendants.

Looking at the majestic sword light, like thirteen galaxies, Song Qingshu seemed to think of something, and his face was filled with excitement, "Seventh Uncle! ”

"Whew!"

As Song Qingshu's voice fell, an emaciated figure appeared beside him.

Dressed in black short-sleeved clothes, with an elegant smile on his face and eyes that seem to be able to read people's hearts.

"Qiang Qiang !!"

A series of metal crashes rang out.

Ye Feng's voice rang out from the layers of sword light.

"I really didn't expect that Zhang Cuishan, one of the dignified Seven Heroes of Wudang, would actually hide in the little money gang!"

The person who can be called the seventh uncle by Song Qingshu is naturally Zhang Cuishan, one of the Seven Heroes of Wudang.

"Boom !!"

At the same time as Ye Feng's voice sounded, the silver light in the sky exploded, turning into countless fragments, and swept downward, like a majestic rain!

(End of chapter)