"New hatred, old hatred?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest said unhurriedly: "Come, talk to this seat, what is the new hatred, what is the old hatred." ”

He looked at Ye Feng like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

In this barren mountain and wilderness, this kid is dead, although there is a helper next to him, but killing two people is as simple as killing two chickens.

"Miscellaneous old man, Chen Ganggang of Dawu Village is just an ordinary person, why do you want to put a ghost to harm people?" Ye Feng said coldly.

Dawu Village Chen Iron and Steel?

Hearing these words, the Taoist priest thought for a moment, then remembered something, his expression suddenly changed, and said, "How do you know that I put a ghost in Chen Ganggang's house?" That Chen Ganggang didn't walk long and his eyes bumped into this seat, and this seat was just a little trick to punish him. ”

After hearing this, Ye Feng sneered with a sneer on his face: "What a vicious Taoist priest, others just bumped into you while walking, and you will let the ghost harm other people's whole family." You should know that the ghost is born with bad luck, and a happy family may become ruined because of your slight means. ”

"You kind of demon way, you should be destroyed by heaven and earth!" Ye Feng said angrily.

The killing intent in my heart is also getting deeper and deeper, and a small friction can harm people's lives.

"Hehe, this seat has its own way of doing things, and it's not your turn to talk nonsense. But you, how do you know about the release of the yin soul in this seat, could it be that the yin soul in this seat was destroyed by you? ”

In the end, the middle-aged Taoist priest's face suddenly turned cold.

"Yes, it was I who took action and destroyed your harmful things." Ye Feng stared coldly at the middle-aged Taoist priest, his body was surging with energy, ready to strike at any time.

The middle-aged Taoist priest's robe suddenly shook, and his body exuded an eerie aura that made people shudder.

"Sure enough, it's a new hatred and an old hatred, dare to destroy the yin soul that this seat has worked so hard to cultivate, and this seat will kill you even more. Destroy your soul, refine you into a ghost puppet, and you will never be able to be reborn, this is the end of your offending seat! ”

"It's really vicious, your demon Dao is just the strength of the late Yellow Order, who gave you the confidence to destroy me?" Ye Feng took a step forward, his whole body was full of momentum, and his aura was as violent as a collapsing giant mountain.

The middle-aged Taoist priest ate Ye Feng, felt Ye Feng's breath, and said lightly: "It's a little surprising to this seat, you are also a cultivator, your cultivation is not bad, and you are also in the late stage of the Yellow Rank like this seat, no wonder you have so much confidence." But do you know that this seat is a ghost cultivator, and in the same realm, this seat is invincible! ”

"Hehe, it's a coincidence, in the same realm, I am also invincible." Ye Feng smiled indifferently, and his breath climbed to the top.

Then, he turned to look at Yao Yuan, who was ready to make a move, and said, "You don't have to make a move, it's enough for me to kill him alone!" ”

"Young master, be careful." Yao Yuan nodded.

"Don't be ashamed to say it, die for this seat!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest's eyes suddenly burst out, his arm stretched out, and he slapped his palm towards the big vertebral point behind Ye Feng.

The large vertebral point is the key point of the spine, and once it is hit, the whole body is immediately paralyzed.

The Taoist priest shot silently, out of nowhere, and extremely fast, but there was no sound of breaking the sky, unlike an ordinary ancient martial arts master who burst out of thin air.

It is an extremely high realm in the cultivation of ancient martial arts, and silence is better than sound.

His hands are soft, like the flesh pads of a kitten, which seem to be soft, but can actually break gold stones.

Bang!

The palm of the middle-aged Taoist priest was in the middle of Ye Feng's back.

There was a sudden joy in his eyes, he didn't expect this kid to be so vulnerable that he couldn't dodge a move.

Once the big vertebral point is hit, Ye Feng will become a waste person if he doesn't die.

It's just that, to the surprise of the middle-aged Taoist, it was not as he imagined, Ye Feng's back did not make the sound of bones shattering. Instead, his whole body trembled, and the sound of the temple's bronze bell sounded a burst, turning the power of his palm into invisible.

Ye Feng was not injured.

"The Mianzhang of this seat specializes in horizontal practice kung fu such as iron cloth shirts and golden bell jars, how can you resist it?" The Taoist priest took three steps back, looking incredulous.

In his opinion, Ye Feng was simply a monster.

Although the middle-aged Taoist priest was arrogant, his eyes were very vicious, and through Ye Feng's burst of breath, it could be seen that Ye Feng was practicing kung fu all over his body, and he was walking in a fierce style.

Therefore, he used soft and rigid palms to break this kind of horizontal practice of kung fu, which is the ancient martial arts to overcome rigidity with softness.

With one hit, Ye Feng must have been seriously injured, but he acted like he was fine, how could this be?

Ye Feng turned around, looked at the middle-aged Taoist, and said lightly: "Your Mianzhang has not yet been practiced at home, and the flexibility is okay, but the strength is insufficient." You must know that the cotton palm is practiced to the fullest, soft as cotton wool, and rigid as iron, let me teach you. ”

As he spoke, Ye Feng brushed it, and his figure moved horizontally, directly in front of the middle-aged Taoist priest, and at the same time slapped it out with one palm.

Like the middle-aged Taoist priest's moves, it is also a cotton palm.

His cotton palms are much more profound than those of middle-aged Taoists, and they are truly as soft as cotton wool and as rigid as iron.

The middle-aged Taoist priest's complexion changed greatly, and he immediately resisted with his palm, but he blocked Ye Feng's soft strength, but he couldn't stop the invincible strength.

The whole person flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and the blood in his mouth was soaring.

Bang!

It wasn't until he broke a big tree with a thick bowl mouth that the middle-aged Taoist priest stopped his figure, he half-knelt on the ground, looked at Ye Feng with a shocked expression, and even forgot to wipe the blood stains on the corner of his mouth.

"Did you learn?"

Ye Feng stood with his hands in his hands, and said lightly: "This is the true power of the cotton palm, if you block me softly, I will be fierce." You stand in my way, and I am pliable. At the end of the day, there's always a force you can't stop. ”

"Good, good!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest stood up slowly, and said three good words in a row, and his heart was also terrified to the extreme.

This son is too young, but his understanding of Gu Wu has reached an extremely high level, which is definitely much more profound than him.

Not only does he understand profoundly, but he also truly achieves the level of a martial arts master who combines rigidity and softness, which makes the middle-aged Taoist not shocked?

If you want to achieve the combination of rigidity and softness, it is not as simple as words, even if it is a lifetime of enlightenment and hard practice, it is difficult to achieve.

If this Ye Feng in front of him was really only in his twenties, then he was simply an ancient martial genius!

"Ye Feng, this seat admits that Gu Wushang lost to you. But don't forget, this seat is a ghost cultivator, and what you are best at is not ancient martial arts, but the way of ghost cultivation! ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest's tone was slow, and his eyes were hideous: "Even if you are an unborn ancient martial arts wizard, you will be strangled in the cradle by this seat today!" ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged Taoist priest formed a strange seal with both hands, chanted words in his mouth, and then took out a white flute from his arms, put it to his mouth and blew it horizontally.

The white flute was actually made of white bone, and the tail end of the flute was a hideous skull, which looked very terrifying.

With the middle-aged Taoist priest's playing, a yin wind suddenly arose here, and then the yin spirits seemed to be out of the confinement, and they were released from the bone flute one after another, and rushed towards Ye Feng with their teeth and claws.

In an instant, the entire mountain forest with a radius of tens of meters suddenly turned into a ghost from daylight.

Hundreds of ghosts are vertical and horizontal, and ten thousand souls devour hearts.

"What is this?" Yao Yuan, who was standing by and watching the battle, changed his face greatly.

"Reversing the day, a hundred ghosts devouring hearts, this is the ancient ghost flute of my ghost witch sect." The middle-aged Taoist priest looked proud, and said lightly: "There are usually hundreds of evil ghosts in the ghost flute, and once it is blown, it can pull a radius of tens of meters into the ghost flute. This seat once relied on this magic weapon to trap a Xuan-level martial artist for half an hour and grind him to death! ”

"Hehe, this is the Dao Law, Ye Feng, even if your ancient martial arts cultivation is powerful, what about it? I will also die under the ghost of this seat! ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest laughed loudly and triumphantly.

"Yes, you really think you're going to kill me?"

Ye Feng smiled disdainfully, took a step forward, and the pure yang energy in his body surged out like a volcanic eruption.

Just in an instant, the ghost in the sky screamed miserably and hid in all directions, a little too late, as soon as it touched Ye Feng's pure yang energy, it was like snow touching boiling soup, and it instantly melted without a trace.

In just a few breaths, the hundreds of ghosts summoned by the middle-aged Taoist priest blowing the bone flute were most destroyed by Ye Feng, and the rest fled back into the bone flute.

The sky on this side suddenly returned to clarity, and the yin wind dissipated without a trace.

"You...... You can actually defeat the Hundred Ghosts Heart-devouring Array in this seat, impossible, this is impossible! The middle-aged Taoist priest's face was full of horror, and he looked at Ye Feng like an ordinary person looking at a ghost.

Poof—

He spat out several mouthfuls of blood, those ghost things were fed by him with essence blood, and they were connected to his heart, and now most of them were destroyed by Ye Feng, and he was also counterattacked, and his body and mind were severely damaged.

"Hehe, what a hundred ghosts devour hearts." Ye Feng smiled disdainfully and said lightly: "But little Doyle." ”