Ye Feng nodded, not feeling anything wrong.

However, Zhao Jianshan's next words made Ye Feng fall into deep thought.

I only heard Zhao Jianshan say.

"Does Sir need to rename me, so that I am from Sir's side."

No matter how you say this, Ye Feng sounds weird, but what's even more strange is that Zhao Jianshan's thoughts are now closed.

Ye Feng frowned and whispered to Zhao Jianshan.

"I don't need to."

He obviously saw Zhao Jianshan's body tremble, how could he not understand Zhao Jianshan's thoughts.

He went on to say.

"You are an individual, a whole person, and your future should be in your hands, and it will not change because of a name. So, the name doesn't matter, the important thing is whether your heart is placed with me or not. ”

Ye Feng's words made Zhao Jianshan seem to open up a new world, he looked at Ye Feng with his mouth open, and Ye Feng nodded firmly at him, this is what made Zhao Jianshan sniff, only to feel that his eyes were astringent, so that Zhao Jianshan didn't know what to say.

Since the words that should be said have been said, Ye Feng has nothing to entrust, and after Zhao Jianshan went out, he sat solemnly on the futon, looking at the martial arts secrets revealed in the cloth bag in front of him.

I don't know why, he actually felt a little nervous, but it took a few sharp breaths to ease up, opened the cheats and began to study carefully.

How did Ye Feng know that the moment he opened the secret book, the thunder was rolling in the distance, but there was no trace of lightning and rain, and the two monarchs looked at this bizarre celestial phenomenon, and they both frowned involuntarily.

It always feels like this continent is about to start circulating its destiny, and something is about to be changed in the dark.

However, Ye Feng didn't care about what was happening outside at all, and he was still immersed in studying the cheats.

From the clear sky, cloudless and occasional birds flew by, to later, it was already nightfall, and the light of the bright moon wanted to shine in, but it was ruthlessly blocked by the windows.

The room was already pitch black, and in a trance, I could see a figure meditating there.

Feng is sitting cross-legged, breathing and exhaling constantly, regulating the breath in his body.

He could clearly feel that a warm air flow was flowing all over his body, plucking at the nerves and acupuncture points on his body.

Ye Feng followed his physical will, moving his arms up and down, as if there was infinite power lingering around him.

In the dark, it seemed as if a voice was calling him to go in the direction he had been directed.

One step, two steps, what he was approaching was the sword that was shining, and he didn't notice that the light of the sword was getting more and more blood-red, so that people didn't dare to look at it directly.

Ye Feng stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword, but the hilt of the sword trembled violently, and even the arm with Ye Feng trembled.

Ye Feng held the sword as usual, as if he had just caught an ant, he walked forward, his gaze became extraordinarily firm, when he swung out the sword and slashed into the air, it turned out to be a bloody sword light, if you smell it carefully, you can still smell the smell of blood in the air.

"Hahaha-"

Ye Feng's smile was so arrogant, like a demon who had fallen into a demon cave, and his voice sounded so cold.

In a moment, his eyes were blood-red, condensed into a black mist.

His laughter also stopped suddenly, as if he sensed something funny, tilted his head to look at the heavy sword in his hand, at this moment, the laughter turned into a "hee-hee" sound, and he also gathered enough strength to raise the sword in his hand high.

His next target was to stab him in the flesh, and as he was about to pierce his clothes with the tip of his sword, he heard the sound of the door slamming against him.

Ye Feng turned a deaf ear, and only rushed his sword to his chest, the smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper and deeper, and the blood in his pupils became more and more intense.

"Bang-"

With a violent impact, it was Zhao Jianshan who finally broke through the door, saw the scene inside, and immediately screamed, and hurriedly flew up, to pull Ye Feng.

Where did you think that Ye Feng had already entered the mad demon at this moment, and he couldn't listen to anyone's words, and insisted on inserting the sword into his chest.

Zhao Jianshan remembered what Ye Feng said before, no matter what, he had to ensure Ye Feng's safety, he also didn't care about it, he rushed forward directly, and punched Ye Feng's body.

Ye Feng didn't expect Zhao Jianshan's move at all, his chest ached, he snorted and retreated back, coughed again, and looked at Zhao Jianshan's gaze suddenly became fierce.

At this moment, Zhao Jianshan was a little numb, his hands and feet seemed to be bound, and he called "sir" tremblingly, as if he hoped to awaken Ye Feng's sanity.

It's a pity that Ye Feng is still in a state of madness, panting there, and walking towards Zhao Jianshan step by step.

Zhao Jianshan was still a child after all, he wanted to use his body to dodge, where did he think that Ye Feng was faster than him, and directly grabbed his ankle, and suddenly grabbed his body that wanted to fly in the other direction.

With the sound of landing, it seemed to shake the ground, and Zhao Jianshan felt this fall, and he was about to fall to death.

So he coughed violently and turned back in a panic in the dust, but he could only watch the danger coming.

It's over, it's over, there's no escape.

This was Zhao Jianshan's idea, however, just when he was about to reach Ye Feng's men, he suddenly noticed that Ye Feng's eyes turned around, and how many whites of his eyes were revealed from them.

Zhao Jianshan thought that Ye Feng had recovered, and he was busy getting up and talking to Ye Feng.

"What the hell is going on, sir..."

However, who would have thought that before Zhao Jianshan's words were finished, he saw Ye Feng suddenly stick out his tongue, fainted, and lay straight on the ground.

Zhao Jianshan stared at him, opened his mouth, and when he was at a loss, he saw Xia Qiange holding a vase behind him.

"Master..."

Xia Qiange put down the vase and moved her wrist, glad that she came in time, but still had to check if Ye Feng was hurt.

Fortunately, Ye Feng's head was still very resistant to smashing, and there were no wounds, so she called Zhao Jianshan to come over and put Ye Feng on the bed together.