The toad ingots scoffed at Ye Feng's reaction, and said in a strange manner: "Just say it when you're homesick, what's so embarrassing about this." Besides, Leng Nuan said that your family will be fine if they don't worry about their lives in ten years, so what you have to do now is to cultivate hard to make yourself strong, only strong strength can solve this problem!"

After speaking, a trace of sadness suddenly flashed in Yuanbao's big frog eyes, and he muttered with some grievances: "Besides, what do you can't think of, at least you know what your parents look like, but what about me? I used to be an egg, I was a tadpole when I was a child, and now I have become a toad, and I have never seen my parents! Who do I ask to reason with me?"

Ye Feng laughed out loud, looked at the tears flashing in Yuanbao's eyes, forced a smile, and swallowed the ridiculous words back into his stomach.

After a while, the young man saw that the ingots were still puffing up, so he wanted to say a few words of comfort, but just about to speak, he heard a sound of fighting in the woods not far away, he hurriedly stopped his movements, and looked at the woods with a wary look.

The angry ingots on the side restrained their emotions, closed their frog eyes to release their wisdom, felt the breath in the woods, and after a while, turned their heads and explained to Ye Feng: "The four foundations and five realms are chasing and killing an old man and a teenager, and the young man is almost unable to hold on. ”

Yuan Bao looked at Ye Feng fixedly with a pair of frog eyes, waiting for the next instructions.

Ye Feng looked at the direction of the woods and pondered for a moment, then turned around and told the ingots to hide in the back basket and hide it, jumped on the shore alone, grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on his body, carried the sword, and bent down to touch the woods.

In the forest, four knife-wielding men in coarse linen clothes had surrounded the old and the young in the middle from four directions.

The old man was dressed in a navy blue shirt, his beard and hair were all white, his body was slightly slender, his face was full of wrinkles with some age spots, he was holding a dead wood cane in his hand, and his gray beard was fluttering in the wind, like catkins fluttering, quite a bit of fairy wind and bones.

The young man was wearing a brown power suit, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a handsome figure, holding a bone spear and standing on the right side of the old man, his eyes unruly glanced at the four sword-wielding men, awe-inspiring and heroic.

It's just that the left sleeve of this young man's shirt has long been stained red with blood, and there are still blood drops on the cuffs, obviously he has suffered a big loss.

The two sides were at a stalemate for a moment, and a knife-wielding man led by four people carried the big knife on his shoulder, sneered at the blue-robed old man with his neck, and said, "Hmph, old thing! I really didn't see it, your legs and feet are sharp enough, and if you don't pay attention, you will let you run to the Jin Kingdom, this time I will see how you run!"

The big knife in the man's hand pointed at the old man's door, and his eyes were full of banter.

The old man in blue was noncommittal, his eyes met the man with the knife without fear, he pondered for a moment, straightened his slightly stiff back, and his silver hair danced in the wind, and said:

"Although the surname of the Great Song Kingdom is Zhao, it is not the Zhao of his fourth prince Zhao! Although I, Ma Yu, am a Confucian, I will never abandon my personality and beliefs for the sake of mere yellow and white things! I will not be afraid of you dog-like minions!"

The old man's crutches were heavily focused on the mud, his cheeks were a little rosy, and his chest rose and fell violently.

"Good!"

The man with the knife shouted, "The old man who doesn't know how to lift! You don't want the gold and silver mountains sent to the door, then go to death!"

With the words, the man's figure suddenly jumped up, and the big knife in his hand slashed towards the old man's head with a fierce roaring wind.

The sword-eyed young man on the side, with a bone gun in his hand, easily refuted the big knife that had been chopped, and then took advantage of the situation to draw a shot at the man's chest, and the man who only hit snorted, took a few steps back one after another, covered his chest, and glared at the gun-wielding boy fiercely.

Seeing this, the remaining three people with knives glanced at each other, and together raised their knives and slashed at the young man, and the four of them fought together.

Behind an old tree not far from the battle, the thin young man lowered his figure, hid behind the tree, and silently watched the battle situation, and couldn't help but have a trace of admiration for the gun-wielding boy in his heart.

Although the gun-wielding boy's left arm was seriously injured, he could still fight to a draw with the three knife-wielding men, and he would be slashed from time to time, but the young man didn't even raise his eyebrows, and the bone gun in his hand roamed between the three like a swimming dragon, forcing the three knife-wielding men to be completely unable to get close.

The gun is like a dragon, and it is better to die than to give in, and to lose people than to lose the battle.

This is the feeling that the teenager gave Ye Feng.

The knife-wielding man who had been repelled by the young man had recovered at this time, holding the knife on his shoulder with one hand, and coldly watching his men fighting with the young man, and did not participate in the battle.

The man glanced at the old man in blue on the side from the corner of his eye, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he walked towards the old man with a knife in his cold eyes.

Seeing this, the young man with the gun shouted "Ma Lao", hurriedly picked away the enemy in front of him, turned around and rushed in the direction of the old man, only walked a few steps, and was entangled by the other two, unable to get out at all.

Looking at the gloomy and strong man who slowly raised the big knife, the old man in blue closed his eyes expressionlessly, waiting for his death.

The gun-wielding boy resisted the chopping steel knife while looking in the direction of the old man in despair, tears flowed anxiously from his eyes.

Just as the steel knife was about to slash at the old man's neck, a sudden gust of wind blew, and there was a ghostly figure beside the old man.

The man with the knife only felt a flower in front of him, and then he heard a snort, and a cold feeling came from his heart, and he looked down and saw a silver sword, which was already inserted in his heart, transparent.

The man raised his head in disbelief and saw an emaciated young man with a delicate face.

The sword that shone with cold light in the young man's hand, just like his eyes, was cold without a trace of temperature.

In the end, the man unwillingly glanced at the old man in blue who was close at hand, the steel knife in his hand fell to the ground, his body gradually fell backwards, and he fell to the ground, his eyes were wide open and looking at the blue sky, and his eyes gradually lost their vitality.

In the blink of an eye, the heartfelt killing turned into being killed, leaving the man blind to death.

Being able to kill an opponent of the same realm with one sword, it's not that Ye Feng is more powerful than the sword-wielding man, it's completely unexpected, plus Ye Feng's sword is very accurate, and it just stabbed at the position where the gun-wielding boy drew the gun before.

Injury on injury, the man's body protection technique lost most of its effect, which also gave Ye Feng an opportunity to defeat the enemy with one move.

Seeing that Ye Feng, who appeared out of thin air, helped solve the crisis and killed the man at the head, he couldn't help but cheer up, he roared to cheer himself up, clenched the bone gun with both hands, and greeted the other three men, and the four of them fought together again.

Ye Feng threw off the blade of his sword, pulled the old man in blue behind the big tree to the side, and rushed into the battle with his sword, fighting side by side with the young man with the gun.

The two teenagers became more and more courageous, and they had a tacit understanding in just a few rounds, the spear in the hand of the young man with the gun was responsible for blocking, and Ye Feng found an opportunity to hand out the sword like lightning, and the three men fought and retreated, and gradually retreated to the edge of the river not far away.

The three knife-wielding men peeked at the river behind them, and then at their dead companions not far away, and their hearts were completely warn.

The three of them winked at each other, and at the same time took out a thunderball from their bosom and threw it on the ground, and after a puff of smoke, the three men with knives had already fled across the river.

The gun-wielding boy refused to give up, and jumped into the river with a spear in his hand, intending to continue the pursuit of the three men.

Seeing this, Ye Feng hurriedly stopped it and shouted: "Poor Kou Mo chase, it is important to protect that old gentleman!"

When the gun-wielding young man heard this, he turned around and looked at the old man in blue in the distance, nodded at Ye Feng, turned around and ran towards the old man with a bone gun.

Ye Feng returned to the river and found his back basket, put the back basket on his shoulder, then re-wrapped the Xuanjiao with a black cloth, and finally returned to the woods to find the old man and the young man.

The old man in blue seemed to be a little tired, and he was sitting on a stone with his eyes closed and resting.

The sword-eyed boy with the gun stuck his bone gun on the ground and was laboriously bandaging the wound on his left arm with his right hand.

"I'll do it!"

Ye Feng walked to the young man's side and took out a small medicine bottle from his arms, the young man looked at Ye Feng and nodded.

Ye Feng took the strip of cloth and squatted down, poured out some white powder from the medicine bottle, sprinkled it on the strip of cloth, and explained to the young man with a smile, "This is the trauma medicine I bought in Divine Tree City, and the effect is very good!"

As he spoke, taking advantage of the young man's distraction, Ye Feng pressed the strip of cloth on the young man's wound, and the latter, who was in pain, gasped, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

Ye Feng bandaged the wound with quick movements, got up and took out the water bladder from the back basket and handed it to the young man, "This medicine powder is more irritating, but it can effectively prevent the wound from becoming infected and suppurating, you bear with it, and it will be fine after a while." ”

The gun-wielding boy is also a hard bone, obviously the wound is as painful as a knife, but he gritted his teeth without saying a word, took the water bag and poured a few mouthfuls on his head, wiped his mouth and squeezed a smile at Ye Feng, and said: "Thank you brothers for your help, my name is Fan Zhe, Da Wanren, dare to ask where my friend's family lives?

Ye Feng glanced at the blue-clothed old man on the bluestone on the side who closed his eyes and recuperated, turned around and said to Fan Zhe intentionally or unintentionally: "My name is Ye Feng, a native of Qingxi Town, the Great Song Dynasty, and my father Ye Wuhai used to be a second-class bachelor in the Miaoyu Building. ”

As soon as the words fell, the old man in blue on the side suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the young man Ye Feng in disbelief, his lips squirmed twice, and he held it for a long time before he pointed at Ye Feng with a trembling arm and asked, "You... Are you the son of the sea?"

Ye Feng stood up and looked at the old man, nodded with a smile, bowed deeply to the old man, and said respectfully: "Mr. Ma is on top, boy Ye Feng, on behalf of the father Ye Wuhai to meet the teacher!"

"Good! good!"

The old man's expression was full of joy that could not be concealed, nodded appreciatively, and said three good words in a row,

The old man stroked his beard and looked at Ye Feng, and said with relief: "Yes, I am Ma Yu, the last generation lecturer of the Great Song Miaoyu Building, Wuhai can have a son like you, and I should be content if I think about it!"

In the end, Ma Yu began to look Ye Feng up and down again, how to look at it and how he liked it, Ye Feng's heart was furious, and he didn't know what to say for a while so as not to embarrass his father.

Lin Zhe on the side was a little confused by this sudden change, blinking his eyes to look at Ye Feng and then at Ma Yu, completely unaware of what was going on.