The scenery of the border pass is always desolate and magnificent.

There were no clouds outside Hanyuan Pass, and the sky was so blue that there was no trace of impurities. As early as the fifth watch, the pass is no longer quiet, the soldiers gathered together to practice, shouting a majestic trumpet, adding a bit of desolation to this thousand-year-old Xiongguan.

Right now, the sun star was hanging high in the sky, and the scorching sunlight penetrated through the small window of the barracks and shone on Ye Hongfeng. Su Shili and Qin Yanluo had already left first, and were rushing to Huangyang Pass to die.

"Plop!" Outside the barracks there was the sound of an iron basin falling to the ground, followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps and the loud shouts of the monks.

Ye Hongfeng opened his eyes in a daze, lifted the curtain of the barracks and looked out.

I saw a tall man with a bronze complexion standing not far away, the man was wearing heavy armor, and several narrow scars on his face were extremely conspicuous. He half-squinted, and the greatsword plunged into the earth. Although there is no action, it has its own majesty.

The soldiers ran from behind him, walked into the barracks with blank faces, and dragged the monks out of the barracks with all their might. They are not cultivators, but they are not afraid of death, and their evil aura makes those who see them fearful. The monks wanted to struggle, and no matter how bad they were, they would scold a few words to vent their impatience.

The man in the room just whispered, and no one dared to say more than half a word. When the monks came out of the barracks, they huddled together with their heads bowed and silent, as if they were facing a far more terrifying battle than the barbarians of the previous night.

Not far away, a soldier walked towards Ye Hongfeng with a sword, and the heavy armor rubbed against the sound of a rope, and an inexplicable momentum came into being.

Ye Hongfeng lowered the curtain and walked towards the field, and the two people who came over passed him no further, and they couldn't stop retreating to the field with his pace.

The man turned his head, opened his eyes to look at him, and asked without the slightest emotion, "You were the one who killed the head of the barbarian last night?"

Ye Hongfeng dispersed the spiritual power around him, let go of the two soldiers, and then stared at the man in a daze, and said, "Is it still you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the monks gathered around the barracks tilted their heads and looked at him as if they were looking at a fool.

That man's name was Nangong Zhi, and he was the Tianjiao of the second largest family in the cultivation realm, the Nangong family of Luohe County. Nangong is indifferent by nature, he was sent to the military to practice at a very young age, and the heads of the barbarians under the knife are innumerable, and now he has touched the threshold of the Yudan realm, and he is only half a step away from gathering the sea into a Dan. Although the monk next to the barracks was not a disciple of the Great Sect, he had heard of this iron-blooded Saburo to some extent, and he was instinctively afraid of him.

Therefore, when they saw someone openly provoking Nangong Zhi, everyone would naturally feel that that person was a fool.

Nangong Zhi smiled rarely, and the scars were squeezed together on his face, which was extremely terrifying.

"You are not afraid of me at all. ”

Ye Hongfeng was also interested, and everyone went to the border to defend against the enemy, why did you have the ability to drag people out early in the morning.

"You look like a fierce beast in the wilderness, or a terrible ghost who eats people and doesn't spit out bones, why should I be afraid of you?"

"Oh, in the army, it is a felony to commit the following?" Nangong Zhi said with squinted eyes, the giant sword trembling slightly in the soil, "You have just arrived, and there must still be no one to govern you, so today I will teach you the principles of the army." ”

The giant sword lifted from the soil, and the dust raised turned into a yellow qi and shot towards Ye Hongfeng. Ye Hongfeng took a step sideways, and Gang Qi passed by him, leaving an extremely deep ravine on the earthen wall of the barracks. The monks who had been huddled together had already dispersed, and their expressions were shocked.

Ye Hongfeng looked at the ravine on the wall, and his expression slowly froze.

"You and I have no mortal enmity, why are you so heavy-handed?" he asked in a cold voice, the two of them were close to his side, and the spiritual power gathered at his fingertips along the meridians, gradually turning into cyan sword qi.

Nangong Zhi grinned and smiled, "If you can walk through ten moves in my hands, I will tell you." ”

The giant sword swept in front of him, and a faint white sword qi escaped from the sword's body, turning into a half-arc and slashing with the wind.

Ye Hongfeng stretched out his hand forward, pointed his fingers forward and pointed at the sword qi half-arc, and the cyan sword qi condensed into a small sword at the fingertips, stabbing towards the half-arc.

All of a sudden, smoke and dust rose and the wind blew fiercely. Outside the barracks, only blue and white remained. The sword qi swept through the entire field, leaving several small gaps in everyone's bodies.

Nangong Zhi lifted the giant sword upside down, and ran towards him with heavy footsteps.

Looking at his back, Ye Hongfeng hooked the corners of his mouth and chuckled. One hand was hidden behind him, and the other hand was put together with two fingers, as if he was going to meet Nangong Zhi's attack with the previous posture.

There was a shouting from the side of the barracks, mostly lamenting his inadequacy.

Nangong Zhi was also a little angry in his heart, he raised his sword and went into battle, why did this kid still attack with two fingers, and pretended to be light and light.

"In the next move, I can defeat you. Ye Hongfeng looked at the sky and said softly.

Xu had never seen such a brazen person, and everyone talked about it louder and louder, without the slightest intention of hiding it.

Nangong Zhi gasped, his personality was already reckless, otherwise he would not have won the name of "Iron-blooded Saburo". At this time, seeing that the kid pretending to be a master was addicted, he was even more angry, but this kid was motionless, so he had no choice but to raise his sword and slash it.

But he saw that Ye Hongfeng was passing by Nangong Zhi at the moment when his body turned slightly, and he could dodge the sword. Then he stood still with one foot, stretched out one foot, Nangong couldn't retract his strength, and smashed forward to the ground, making a loud noise.

In the midst of everyone's abuse, Ye Hongfeng pressed on him, pressed his fingers together against the back of his neck, and his fingertips were swirled with cyan sword qi.

"Can you convince me?"

"Despicable villain, even if you make the side door, I won't accept it to death. Nangong Zhi wanted to turn over, but no matter how he struggled, it would be useless.

Ye Hongfeng's fingers were closer, and the chill of the cyan sword qi touched Nangong Zhi's bronze skin, making his heart tighten.

"Who is the despicable villain? If you think about it, I'll allow you to reorganize the language. ”

Everyone outside the barracks wanted to continue scolding, but after seeing Ye Hongfeng's cold eyes, they consciously shut up. Not to mention that today he defeated Nangong Zhi with a side door, and the scene where he killed the barbarians of the Jiedan Realm with a sword last night is also obvious to everyone, and now that he thinks about it, he suddenly felt a little afraid in his heart.

The name of "Iron-Blooded Saburo" is really suitable to describe Nangong Zhidang, I saw him leaning back, not afraid of the sword qi penetrating the back of his neck. Ye Hongfeng wouldn't really kill him, so he had to withdraw his fingers, jump up with his legs, and land not far away.

After Nangong Zhi got up, he patted the dust on the armor vigorously and spat lightly on the ground. Then he glanced at Ye Hongfeng with a cold face, and left with the soldiers.

The monks huddled together again, not daring to leave, nor willing to stay.

In their opinion, Ye Hongfeng is already the appearance of a demon king, and he is no different from the "iron-blooded Saburo", and both sides can't afford to be guilty.

Ye Hongfeng suddenly turned his head, showed a row of teeth, and said with a smile: "Next, let's talk about what you scolded me before, okay?"

The monks shook their heads abruptly, with a bitter look on their faces.

Isn't he blind and provoked such a demon king.