Looking at the cunning old man opposite, Ye Feng slowly raised the long sword in his hand, pointed at the old man, and said in a deep voice:

"I know you can understand my words, you listen to me, whether you are a human or a fierce beast, what you want to practice is to have good thoughts in your heart, and not to be greedy, and you are not only insidious and cunning, bloodthirsty, but you also die without repentance! For the sake of the passers-by in the future of this grassland, you must die today!"

Without waiting for the old man to react, the young man suddenly flashed and took the initiative to rush towards the wolves.

There is a tendency for a husband to be a closer.

Seeing this, the bloodthirsty wolves at the front raised their heads to the sky and howled, then bared their fangs and rushed towards Ye Feng.

Looking at the oncoming wolves, the young man did not have a trace of panic, but accelerated his pace, and the sword in his hand was accompanied by silver light, and he swept out with another move.

This time it was very close to the wolves, and the power of the sword qi was also maximized, directly killing more than half of the remaining wolves.

Without stopping, Ye Feng held the sword in his right hand to block, and his left hand clenched his fist to attack, and the Fuhu fist continued to hammer into the softest abdomen of those evil wolves, almost one punch, slaughtering the remaining wolves.

In just twenty breaths, only the tall bloodthirsty wolf leader and the old man lying on his back were left on the grassland.

On the other side, Ye Feng was holding a sword, covered in blood, and looked at this embarrassed wolf with a dignified gaze.

Only this time not a drop of blood was his own.

Desperate killing, the most can exercise people's physical reactions!

Ye Feng raised his sword and pointed at the old man, his tone was cold, and he said with a calm expression: "You two, come one by one, or go together?"

Without any response, the tall wolf roared, carrying the old embarrassment on his back, and rushed towards Ye Feng at great speed, so fast that people only saw two afterimages, one black and one gray.

When he was five steps away from Ye Feng, the head wolf suddenly bared his sharp teeth and attacked Ye Feng's lower abdomen. And the white-haired old man on his back jumped up like lightning and bit Ye Feng's throat, his eyes still full of resentment.

The old man had transferred all his previous hatred for the fierce leopard to Ye Feng, and the young man in front of him not only destroyed the gray-backed wild wolf that he had painstakingly cultivated in Yeyun Mountain, but even the bloodthirsty wolf that had just been controlled on the grassland was also slaughtered.

How can a long-cherished old man not hate?

I just can't wait to tear Ye Feng to pieces, so I am willing to give up!

Ignoring the old embarrassment that pounced on his throat, Ye Feng squinted his eyes and stared at the head wolf that had just poked out with his "bright eyes", and stabbed it in with a move of 'shocking Hong', and the head wolf was killed instantly.

Between the lightning and flint, while the young man collected his sword, a teleportation flashed behind Lao Jiao, and the Xuanjiao in his hand stabbed it against Lao Jiao's neck, and one pierced it.

The white-haired old man's cloudy eyes were full of disbelief, and his body slowly slipped from the sword body to the ground, looking at the front emptyly, and he didn't understand how the young man could go around behind him in an instant.

Ye Feng glanced at the dead old man on the ground, his body was weak, he sat down on the ground, and then stretched his limbs and lay on his back to the sky.

Four times a day is already his limit, plus one teleportation, it has drained all his strength.

What sustained the boy was the terrifyingly strong perseverance.

Squinting at the boundless blue and white clouds above the sky, Ye Feng suddenly laughed,

Along the way, every vicious battle of Ye Feng was full of dangers, and he could die at any time, but now, in the face of this hundreds of years of embarrassment, he not only has the power to fight, but it can even be said to be a second kill.

Thinking of this, the young man had more confidence in his future path, he closed his eyes in satisfaction, raised the corners of his mouth, and greedily inhaled the cool air.

But is it really that simple?

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Riding the cold wind through the Urgan grassland, Ye Feng finally came to the southernmost border city of the Jin Kingdom, the Divine Tree City.

Compared with the magnificent Ziwu Pass, this Divine Tree City is really a little unsightly, the only feature is that the city wall is much higher than that of Ziwu Pass, and the walls are also very smooth, not suitable for climbing.

Before coming to Divine Tree City, Ye Feng was suddenly a little confused, even incredulous.

Because there were no heavy guards and heavy guards as he imagined, the city gates were so wide and wide that there was not even a single soldier nearby.

Under the city gate, it is crowded with small traders and people in the city, and there are even a few charlatans who set up stalls to tell fortunes.

This scene made Ye Feng sigh, and secretly said that the hearts of the people of this Jin country are really big enough, and they are so loose on the border, if they really come to the national war, then they are not powerless to fight back?

After stopping for a moment, Ye Feng walked towards a vendor under the doorway, intending to take the opportunity to learn about the customs and customs of the city.

"Little brother, how did you sell this turnip?"

Ye Feng came to the stall, grabbed a radish and shook it in his hand, and looked up at the vendor.

The cloth-clothed vendor with a crown of hair looked Ye Feng up and down a few times, smiled, and asked rhetorically: "Little brother has just come from the Great Song Dynasty, right? ”

"Huh?"

Ye Feng was a little unable to react, and asked blankly, "What do you mean?"

The peddler pursed his mouth, scratched his head, and said in disgust:

"Look at what you're wearing like this, I'm afraid you don't have much money, so let's give you a discount, ten questions for one or two silver, let's send you a question first..... The reason why our Divine Tree City is guarded by soldiers is because our city lord believes that you Song Kingdom simply don't have the courage to fight over, and not only do we have no soldiers at the gate here, but even there are few soldiers in the city. ”

The peddler looked at Ye Feng proudly, as if he was very proud of the actions of the city lord of Divine Tree City.

After listening to the hawker's mouth, Ye Feng finally understood what he meant, the young man looked left and right at the other stalls, and asked in a low voice, "Why is this Divine Tree City not heavily guarded?"

The peddler looked at Ye Feng's careful appearance, and couldn't help but laugh a little, waved his hand disappreciatively, and replied:

"You don't have to be so careful, even if you are a spy from the Great Song Dynasty, it doesn't matter, because my Jin Guoshi said that the Song Kingdom will not be able to attack me and us within a hundred years, and it would be good to be able to protect yourself..... And for anyone who comes to Jinguo, no matter what the purpose, we welcome it with open hands!"

The peddler scratched his chin, frowned and thought for a while, and continued: "As for why there are no soldiers in this city, one is because our rangers are not far away, and the other is that all the people here are soldiers, everyone is a good wrestler, both men and women, they are very good at fighting. ”

Ye Feng frowned and nodded, and asked, "Then who is the national teacher of this Jin Country? Why do you have such confidence? You actually said that the Great Song Dynasty would not start a war in a hundred years?"

The peddler's expression was much more serious, and he looked at the grassland in the distance with admiration, and his tone was sad, "I, the national teacher of the Jin country, is Master Zixuan, I don't know where I came from, I only know that this master Zixuan's predictions are very accurate, and he has avoided several natural disasters for my Jin country, and he has really saved the lives of hundreds of people in my country!"

After speaking, the vendor nodded unconsciously, showing his affirmation of Master Zixuan.

Ye Feng suppressed his curiosity about the "Master Zixuan", and continued to ask the most important thing to know at the moment, "Little brother... If I enter this city, is there any taboo that I need to avoid?

The cloth-clothed peddler smiled, waved his hand and said: "There are no taboos, the customs and clothing here, the words and so on, are not much different from your Song Kingdom, but you should pay attention to one point, I would rather scold my Emperor Jin than say a word about Master Zixuan!"

Ye Feng nodded thoughtfully, took out a tael of silver from his arms and threw it to the vendor, turned around and walked towards the city.

"Hey, you can ask seven more questions!"

The vendor held the silver and shouted at Ye Feng's back.

The boy didn't turn around, but raised his arm and shook his sleeve.

The cloth vendor smiled,

After passing the city gate cave, Ye Feng planned to find an inn to settle down in, and then think about other things.

Before leaving, the horn had secretly stuffed a lot of loose silver in the bamboo basket, and he didn't worry about money for the time being.

After only a few steps, Ye Feng suddenly heard a lazy man's voice behind him:

"Little friends and stay~"

Looking back, I saw a sloppy beggar in ragged clothes lying in the corner of the city wall behind him, with his hair full of countless knots, a beard and a face full of dirt, which made people completely unable to see his original appearance, and listening to the voice, he seemed to be middle-aged.

"You called me?"

Ye Feng raised his hand and pointed at himself.

The scruffy beggar nodded, beckoning the boy to come closer.

Ye Feng shook his head and sighed, took out a large silver ingot from his arms, stepped forward, and put it at the beggar's feet, "Buy some food and clothes." ”

The beggar sneered, waved his hand, and while drilling his nostrils with his fingers, he said indifferently: "Hey~ Money is something outside the body, I see that you are a great good person, and I want to count a hexagram for you." ”

The beggar lifted his legs, stretched his waist vigorously, sat cross-legged on the ground, supported his chin with one hand, and looked at the boy.

"Oh?"

Ye Feng was interested, and asked with a smile, "Are you accurate?"

The beggar withdrew his fingers and rubbed his nose, stared at the tips of his index fingers, and said lazily: "Young man, if the sword in your hand is seen by a monk of the Great Perfection Realm, I am afraid that you will have to worry about your life!"

As soon as the words fell, the sloppy beggar only felt a cold wind coming towards him, and his neck seemed to be targeted by a cheetah, and he could bite his throat at any time.

When he looked up, he saw that the thin young man with a pleasant face was looking at him with cold eyes.

The aura emanating from the young man's body should be called murderous!

"Who are you?"

Ye Feng asked in a deep voice.

The sloppy beggar didn't answer, rubbed his face with his hands, and smiled awkwardly, "I just said that you are a great good person, why did you suddenly become a great evil person?"

The thin young man was noncommittal, still looking at the beggar with cold eyes.

And the strip of linen in which the sword was wrapped in his hand was untied at some point.

After a long stalemate, the latter's expression eased, and he took out a dirty black rag from his arms and threw it to Ye Feng, "Use this strip of cloth to wrap your sword, as long as you don't untie it, no one will see its value." ”

"Why should I believe you?"

Ye Feng asked rhetorically.