Stepping on the Hundred Ghost Sword, Chu Zi flew out of the road for hundreds of miles, his face tense muscles, always vigilant for a surprise attack that might appear from all directions. After coming out of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, he had a faint intuition of being targeted, but no matter how he investigated, he never found that someone was following him.

Adhering to the principle of being cautious, Chu Ziheng flew left and right, and his tracks were unpredictable, but no matter how he changed his route, that ghostly existence had always been with him, and Chu Ziheng's heart was gradually shrouded in a layer of haze. However, since the other party is only following from a distance, it means that the real combat effectiveness is not very good, or the other party has no malicious intent.

In any case, he couldn't get rid of the person behind him anyway, Chu Ziheng simply stopped, wanting to see what the other party wanted to do.

Seeing that Chu Ziheng no longer fled, but looked around, the ghost was stunned, and then understood that he had been discovered by Chu Ziheng. The ghost shadow couldn't help but be curious, he also had the strength of the late stage of Ning Dan, and he actually let a kid who was only in the early stage of congenital discovery find a trace.

The ghost couldn't figure out how he was exposed, so he hid his figure in the back sun, lowered his head and groaned, not knowing what to do next, and after a few thoughts, he quietly released a paper crane.

In the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, after Ye Feng was teased by Chu Ziheng, he paced in the private room with a gloomy face, and several servants under his hands were silent, for fear of saying something wrong and angering his young master. Originally, there were still a few things to buy, but unfortunately they were all pushed up to prohibitive prices by Chu Ziheng, and they could only watch them fall into the hands of others.

"wild boy!" Ye Feng became more and more angry the more he thought about it, and in a fit of anger, he swept the plate full of melons and fruits in front of him to the ground, and the porcelain plate shattered to the ground, and several maids trembled, and they were even more silent.

At this time, one of his subordinates stepped forward, presented a paper crane, bowed down and said, "Young master, the ghost is here." ”

Ye Feng's expression slowed slightly, and a spiritual trick entered the paper crane, and sneered: "I want to see what it is." ”

The paper crane flapped its wings and slowly spoke: "Young master, the other party is just a kid in the early stage of congenitalization, but his vigilance is quite strong, and his subordinates seem to have been discovered by the other party." ”

Ye Feng's face turned pale at first, then turned iron-blue, becoming more and more ugly, and his body couldn't stop shaking, as if he was trying his best to be surprised by the anger in his body.

Then, a chasing light was projected from the mouth of the paper crane to the wall, and the confused picture showed a young man holding a black sword, with a golden full moon embroidered on his robe, and a rebellious color between his eyebrows.

"Reflecting the Moon Gate!" the old man recognized the iconic full moon at a glance, and couldn't help but exclaim.

The old man's eyebrows furrowed, secretly distressed, he didn't expect that this hateful kid was still wearing the skin of Yingyuemen. Although Yingyuemen is only a four-grade sect, it is even lower in front of their Ye family, but since the first generation of ancestors, Yingyuemen has refined all kinds of imperial pills for the Wanqian Dynasty, and all the heroes have more or less friends with Yingyuemen. It's not that the Ye family is afraid of Yingyue Gate, it's just that it involves a wide range of things, and the old man has to think twice.

After thinking about it, the old man still sighed helplessly: "Young master, this son is only a congenital early stage of cultivation, but he can use hundreds of thousands of lower-grade spirit stones, I'm afraid he is the direct heir of some high-level people in the Yingyue Gate, it's better to..."

Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, of course he knew what this old servant wanted to say, but it was absolutely impossible to let him stop there. A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said: "It's just a nobody in the innate realm, if you die, you will die, and I don't believe that anyone can find my head!"

Seeing the old servant's expression of wanting to speak and stopping, Ye Feng immediately waved his hand and said, "I have made up my mind, there is no need to say more, you take the Remnant Yang Sword first, you must send it to my father!"

The old man took the Remnant Sun Sword, and all his helplessness finally turned into a long sigh.

said that Chu Ziheng waited for a long time and didn't see any movement from the other party, Chu Ziheng even began to feel that he had become suspicious because of excessive caution, maybe no one was following him in the first place, it was just to scare himself.

Chu smiled self-deprecatingly, turned to leave, and turned back in the direction of Yingyue Ridge. After flying out of more than a thousand miles, a few small black dots suddenly appeared in Chu Ziheng's sight, and someone had already stood up and blocked Chu Ziheng's way.

"The boy of Yingyue Gate!This young Ye Feng has been waiting for a long time!" Ye Feng put away the folding fan and pointed at Chu Ziheng from afar.

"Boom!" A rapid sound of breaking the sky sounded, and several figures fell around Chu Ziheng, surrounding him, and his ill-intentioned gaze roamed over Chu Ziheng's body, locking on Chu Ziheng's every movement.

"Suffered!" Chu Ziheng looked down at the clothes on his body, his pupils contracted suddenly, and he secretly said that something was wrong. Unexpectedly, it was actually a piece of clothing that revealed his whereabouts.

There were four people on the other side, and Shen Nian glanced at the past, except for Ye Feng, two were in the early stage of Yuan Infant, and one was in the late stage of Ning Dan. It wasn't until he repeatedly confirmed that it was correct, Chu Ziheng settled down a little, looked at Ye Feng calmly, and slowly spoke: "I don't know why this Daoist brother is here? If the junior brother can help, he will never refuse." ”

A hint of discoloration flashed in Ye Feng's eyes, he had just clearly seen a little relaxation on Chu Ziheng's face, and he couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with Chu Ziheng's brain. Knowing that he is here to collect debts, he can still speak without changing his face, and his face is really thick to a certain level, no wonder he can play with a group of monks in the palm of his hand.

"There's one thing you can do for me, and that's to borrow something from you. Ye Feng's cold face hung an incomprehensible smile.

"Oh, what is it?" Chu Ziheng raised his eyebrows and asked with interest.

"Your head is on your neck. Smiling as always, Ye Feng's words revealed a casualness as if talking about homely things.

"Huh. ”

Chu Ziheng chuckled twice, put his fingers together, wiped the cold sword body, and said without any emotional fluctuations: "It depends on whether you have this ability." ”

Before Ye Feng and the others could sneer at each other, in front of their eyes, the black sword trembled violently, wisps of gray smoke rose up, and the roaring roar shook their hearts and galls.

"Flesh and blood, I want flesh and blood!" Ghost San's green eyes stared straight at Ye Feng and the four of them, and their bloodthirsty gaze made people dare not look at them directly.

Ghost One and Ghost Two were not much better than it, if it weren't for Chu Ziheng's order, they would have rushed up long ago.

"You... You are an evil cultivator!" said a monk in the early stage of the Yuan Infant Stage, pointing at Chu Ziheng and trembling in a trembling voice.

Ye Feng instantly thought of the rumors that some old monsters would borrow corpses to resurrect their souls, Chu Ziheng looked at the young but able to manipulate the three-headed ghost king, and he must have been robbed of his body by a powerful evil cultivator. Ye Feng's face changed again and again, and he felt bitter in his heart, he couldn't understand that a good high-level monk had to pretend to be a junior in the early stage of congenitals, wasn't this a heart to trick people?

The situation reversed suddenly, and Ye Feng smiled bitterly: "Before... Senior, just now it was just a joke of the juniors, don't take it seriously, the juniors will leave. ”

"Hmph, didn't you just say that you wanted my head? This is a joke?" Chu Ziheng approached step by step with the Hundred Ghost Sword in his hand, and looked at the expressions on the faces of several people with sudden change of color rather playfully. A strong evil aura came from him, and after being mixed with Ram Que and the others for a long time, Chu Ziheng could naturally imitate the demonic power on their bodies to resemble seven or eight points.

How many people do you have to kill to have such a level of evil qi? Ye Feng and the others were really bluffed by Chu Ziheng. Feeling the increasingly intense murderous intent on Chu Ziheng's body, Ye Feng hesitated for a moment, and immediately shouted: "Let's kill him together!" His body kept floating backwards, and his face was full of surprise.

"Look for death!" Chu Ziheng looked at Ye Feng who was retreating indifferently, and whispered softly, "Tear them apart." ”

The three ghosts couldn't bear it anymore, and scattered gray smoke swirled and rolled in the sky, carrying the yin wind, shouting and swooping down.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the three subordinates turned sharply, and a middle-aged man with long hair like a waterfall stepped forward, burst into a shout, and sacrificed a scroll of paintings, with a flick of his long sleeves, the beige canvas spread out in mid-air, and every time he unfolded a part, the middle-aged man's face turned white, the level of this magic weapon is obviously not low, and it will undoubtedly take a long time to brew such a level of attack.

However, the three ghosts arrived in an instant, and they could not afford to pause for the slightest. In order to buy time for this middle-aged man. The other two looked at each other, and they both sacrificed the means of pressing the bottom of the box, and the thunder shot. I just want to be able to delay a little.

The ghost shadow held a golden curved bow in his hand, pulled the bowstring hard, and shot dozens of arrows in a row with the majestic True Yuan Strength, and the short humming sound tore through the sky and sank straight into the whistling gray smoke.

"Shot!" the ghost was overjoyed at first, and then he was shocked to realize that all the feathered arrows were actually mud cows into the sea, and there was no trace of it, and it didn't even make a wave.

"How can this be..."The ghost couldn't believe what he saw, and muttered in distraction, although his combat power was much lower than that of people of the same level, but he was also a genuine Ning Dan late stage, how could he not even hurt the ghost in the slightest?

At the same time, the Yuanying monk who looked like a scribe next to him was not much better than him, and the two of them lacked experience in fighting ghosts, and they did not know how to deal with them, and they all felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Seeing the gray smoke falling from the top of his head, in a hurry, the scribe quickly pinched the seal, and then shot out thousands of lower-grade spirit stones, and a small enchantment rose, allowing the four of them to protect their heads.

It was too late to say that it was fast, as if the sky was full of clouds descending on the earth, and the aura of endless heaven and earth gathered, and the three ghosts held the power of heaven and earth and crashed into the enchantment, and in an instant, the dazzling white light lit up, and the raging aura quickly reversed to the surroundings.