After following them forward for more than ten miles, Yang Feng saw two wooden houses, and the middle-aged man with a long face told Yang Feng that that was where they lived.

At this time, Yang Feng also knew that he was about to walk out of this ice and snow after walking for more than ten days, and this place was on the edge of the ice field.

The three of them and Yang Feng came to the front of the wooden house, and when they were about to enter the house, Yang Feng frowned slightly, now his divine sense was very powerful, and he could clearly feel that more than a dozen wild wolves appeared in the distance.

However, after these wild wolves appeared, they only stopped in place, and Yang Feng looked at them intently for a while, and found that they showed no signs of approaching this place, so he did not speak.

After entering the wooden house, the middle-aged man with a long face poured a cup of hot water for Yang Feng, and asked suspiciously, "Where does the little brother come from?

Yang Feng didn't know how to answer, and when he was thinking about how to speak, a voice came into his ears.

"Whew!"

Yang Feng released his divine sense to investigate, and found that the wolves that stayed in the distance were actually in a commotion, and the head wolf led by him raised his head to the sky and howled, and jumped forward and ran out, and the wolves behind it also rushed forward after him.

Finding that the wolves were running in the direction of the wooden house, Yang Feng said to a few people around him: "There are wolves coming!"

Hearing this, the three of them became nervous, the long-faced middle-aged man had a solemn expression, got up and walked to the door, he attached his ear to the door and listened carefully, and after a while, he said in a deep voice: "There are more than a dozen." ”

This person was just a mortal who had never cultivated, but he could distinguish the number of wolves by his subtle voice, which made Yang Feng couldn't help but feel a little admiration for him.

The long-faced middle-aged man rolled his eyes a few times, and said to the other two: "Pick up the guy, go out with me, you two must not be careless, if we don't get it this time, we will be buried in the wolf's mouth." ”

Then he turned to look at Yang Feng again, looked at Yang Feng carefully, sighed lightly, and said, "You just stay in the house, even if you go out, it won't help much." ”

These three people were burly, much taller and more powerful than ordinary people, and after seeing Yang Feng's body, which was obviously nearly twice as thin as them, it was no wonder that he thought so.

After saying this, the wolves were already very close to the wooden house, and the long-faced middle-aged man pinned an axe to his waist, picked up a steel fork that was longer than Yang Feng's body, and took the lead in opening the door and walking out.

The two people in the house also walked out slowly after putting on their weapons, leaving Yang Feng alone in the wooden house.

As soon as the three of them went out, they formed a triangle, hunched over and ready to make a big move, while also watching warily ahead.

After they all went out, Yang Feng also slowly got up, walked out of the door, and swept towards the wolves at an extremely fast speed.

The three people outside the door didn't notice Yang Feng, who had already left, and their attention was all on the approaching wolves.

The next moment, Yang Feng's figure appeared at the front of the wolf pack, and kicked at the head wolf who rushed over, and then the head wolf let out a long and piercing scream and was killed instantly.

Yang Feng thought that after killing the leading wolf, these wolves would disperse, but what he didn't expect was that when he saw the first wolf being killed, the wolves behind him scattered and separated, surrounding Yang Feng.

The wolf howls came and went, thrilling, and after a few howls, these wolves pounced towards Yang Feng together.

Yang Feng jumped out of the encirclement of the wolves, dodged and ran behind the wolves, grabbed the necks of the two wolves with both hands, and collided fiercely, and the two wolves fell to the ground immediately, their flesh and blood blurred.

After the two wolves fell to the ground, four or five more wolves pounced in the air, Yang Feng flew upwards and spun out towards the evil wolves, these wolves were kicked by the rock and gravel, and they also died after a wail.

Then Yang Feng used his spiritual power and punched at the seven or eight vicious wolves that were rushing wildly, and after a few screams, these wolves were all dead.

The long-faced middle-aged man waited in front of the wooden house and heard the howling of wolves, he felt very strange, because he had been dealing with wolves for many years, he knew very well that this sound was a wolf howl.

In order to find out, the middle-aged man with a long face took the two people behind him and slowly walked towards the position of the wolves.

But when they came, they only saw flesh and blood all over the ground, the wolves had died tragically, and the only one who was alive was Yang Feng standing in the middle of the wolves.

The middle-aged man with a long face was already relatively shrewd, but at this moment, he didn't know that it was Yang Feng who killed the wolves, so he hurriedly ran forward and pulled Yang Feng to thank him again and again.

Subsequently, Yang Feng lived here for nearly half a month, and he wanted to learn some news about this place from the mouths of these three people.

But they knew very little, and after asking for a long time, Yang Feng didn't get any useful information.

The middle-aged man with a long face said that there was a city about a few hundred miles south of this place, and Yang Feng felt that he should be able to find out more news there, so he said goodbye to these three people and went all the way south.

With Yang Feng's foot strength, it didn't take long to reach the front of this city.

This city is called Beihua City, the city gate is magnificent, simple and atmospheric, Yang Feng feels that it has at least a few hundred years of history.

After entering the city, Yang Feng found that the city was basically full of mortals, and he didn't meet a single monk after walking for a long time, which made Yang Feng feel very disappointed, because he couldn't get any news from the mortals.

After walking for such a long time, it was almost dark, and at this time, Yang Feng happened to pass by a restaurant, so he walked in.

There were a lot of people in the restaurant, Yang Feng felt a little upset when he saw it, he saw that there were fewer people upstairs, so he walked towards the second floor after entering the door.

"Wait! you can't go up!"

A sharp voice came from behind Yang Feng.

Yang Feng turned around slightly, and found that it was a silver-shirted man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist who spoke, and he opened his mouth to ask, "There are also people going up here, why can't I go up?"

The silver-shirted man glanced at Yang Feng contemptuously and said, "The second floor is where the distinguished guests go, and you poor people also want to go up!"

Yang Feng looked down and saw that the clothes on his body were indeed a little shabby, but the words of this silver-shirted man made him very uncomfortable.

"You say I'm poor?"

Yang Feng walked towards the silver-shirted man step by step, and asked at the same time.

The silver-shirted man laughed, looked at Yang Feng like a fool, and said, "What, you still want to do it? Our master here is an immortal, don't you know that you idiot?"

Hearing this, Yang Feng immediately stopped his steps, and secretly rejoiced in his heart: "The immortal in his mouth should be a monk, I finally met a monk." ”

So Yang Feng said again: "Then where is your master?"

"Hmm, you say it again!"

The silver-shirted man thought that after saying the immortals, he would scare Yang Feng to the point of urine, but he didn't expect that this person didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and he dared to fight back, and the silver-shirted man shouted loudly and smashed the table in front of him with one palm.

At this time, five or six young men with long sticks appeared behind him, these people were all thugs in the restaurant, the silver-shirted man pointed at Yang Feng, these guys immediately understood and ran towards Yang Feng.