C22 (1/2)

”Little trash, you're really different?” From the forest not far away, a fat figure slowly turned around. With a sneer on his face, he stared at the Ye Feng in front of him.

”Zhao Tianle?” A strange look flashed across Ye Feng's eyes.

The one following them from behind was actually Zhao Tianle?

Originally, Zhao Tianle had planned to invite Shopkeeper Zhang back early in the morning after being scolded by the Manor Lord. He had not expected to see the scene of Ye Feng entering the marketplace and selling medicinal herbs in the ”Hundred Grass House”. He was not an idiot. Just by thinking about what had happened after he contacted them, he had already guessed that Ye Feng might be hiding an enormous secret, which was why he did not care about his status and followed secretly.

”Little trash, where is Zhao Hann? Where were Zhao Huo and Zhao Huo? Also, how did you gather those elixirs!? Honestly speaking, this Deacon might consider letting you live! ”

Zhao Hann had disappeared for a long time but Zhao Huo and Zhao Yong did not seem to be around either. These people's disappearance were all related to Ye Feng, if Ye Feng really had a secret, then perhaps these three people were already …

His face darkened and a haze hung over him.

But Zhao Tianle did not associate the ”Qi Condensation Powder” with Ye Feng, it was too unbelievable.

”Deacon, you seem to miss them a lot?”

Facing the other party's expression, Ye Feng did not comment and instead revealed a faint smile.

”How dare you!”

Hymn...

Zhao Tianle snorted, the Longsword danced, and thrusted out.

The three foot long Longsword was like a dragon entering the sea, piercing towards Ye Feng's chest with an ear-piercing sound, moving as fast as lightning.

There was no doubt that he did not have the patience to argue with Ye Feng. As far as Zhao Tianle was concerned, as long as he could take Ye Feng down, no matter how many secrets he spat out, they would still be useless.

If it was the Ye Feng from before, he would probably have been flustered facing Zhao Tianle's sword attack, and even his legs would have been chopped off by.

But at that moment, Ye Feng was no longer a ignorant fool.

”Your momentum is quite good, but unfortunately, your speed is too slow!”

He shook his head and with a flash, he left a faint afterimage as he dodged the sword's blade.

”Blood Exchange Stage?”

Zhao Tianle's pupils contracted.

”Little trash, I didn't think that you would actually advance into the Blood Exchange Stage. This Deacon will definitely not let you go. Today, it will be hard for you to escape death. ” He circulated the inner strength in his body, suddenly stomped his foot, and flew out like an arrow, the sword images shooting towards Ye Feng.

When the sword was unleashed, one after another sword images completely sealed off Ye Feng's escape route.

”This Sword Shadow Devil Dance of mine is a middle grade yellow-rank martial skill. Let's see how you dodge it!” Zhao Tianle sneered.

”Chi!”

The air was pierced in an instant, and the white sword shadows formed layers upon layers, sealing off the space.

”Break for me!”

Ye Feng revealed a smirk, his fists striking out consecutively, the tyrannical force striking on the sword images, with a force that could tear apart rotten wood, the sword beams that filled the sky all shattered.

Boom!

The sound of air exploding rang out unceasingly, and a strong force swept through the four directions, causing sand and rocks to fly everywhere.

”How is that possible? Even though I only used seventy to eighty percent of my strength, a trash who has just entered the Blood Exchange Stage is not someone that can easily resist me.”