Of course Ye Feng wanted to kill Xu Xiaoyu whom he met here. After all, he was also one of the main persons in charge of this fairy capture operation.
But when Ye Feng approached the passage hub, he suddenly turned the corner of his eye and saw an extremely burly man walking in another passage. He was about fifty years old. Like Xu Xiaoyu at this time, he was wearing a The fiery red cloth shirt is actually the famous Beidou Divine Fist of the Divine Fist Sect, Han Zhiwu.
The sect uniform of the Divine Fist Sect is a fiery red cloth shirt. Because their gate is located in the cave of Chicheng Mountain, and the martial arts of the Divine Fist Sect is fierce and advanced, fiery red is the color that best represents their sect.
Han Zhiwu's fists are bigger than sandbags. He looks like a boxing master at first glance. His face is covered with a beard like a Wolverine, with rough lines. He looks like an extremely tough guy.
He has a hundred years of cultivation.
The moment he saw him, Ye Feng stopped and hid aside.
Compared with the cultivation level of one hundred years and the cultivation level of ninety-five years, the gap is not even a tiny bit. At least in the world of cultivating immortals, one hundred years of cultivation can condense into a Yang Shen, and the combat power will increase exponentially. As for the world of martial arts, , there must be a big difference.
At least Ye Feng felt obvious differences between Li Xuan and Chen Jianxiong.
Facing Li Xuan, he still had the confidence to fight with him, but when facing Chen Jianxiong, he immediately felt the gap. There is no problem in snatching away a Chunyang Treasure Book, but if Ye Feng and Chen Jianxiong fight head-on, it is absolutely impossible to defeat each other.
According to Ye Wentian, martial arts practitioners who have reached a hundred years of cultivation will have their five senses become very sensitive, and all aspects of their bodies will undergo great changes. Even if Ye Feng's invisibility can hide his aura, once the movement is too loud or he gets too close, he will definitely be discovered by the opponent.
Ye Feng hid aside and quietly observed the situation in front of him.
"Old Xu, the last batch of things hasn't arrived yet?"
The strong man Han Zhiwu came over with two disciples of the Divine Fist Sect and asked impatiently.
"It's not here yet, just wait patiently."
Xu Xiaoyu has a calm personality and is cunning. He did not suffer as much loss as Long Moran in the East China Sea. It can be said that he is lucky among misfortunes. In this situation, the white-bearded old man is not willing to act rashly, just to be on the safe side.
"Hmph, if you ask me, you can just rush in and arrest that little bitch. Why wait for those bullshit?"
Han Zhiwu groaned, breathing hot air from his thick nostrils, looking very dissatisfied.
"Absolutely not. Let's be patient and let the Tang family take the lead."
Xu Xiaoyu quickly stopped and said.
"Old Xu, you are good at everything, but you are too timid."
Han Zhiwu raised his fist as big as a sandbag, and a confident smile appeared on his bearded face: "If the Tang family succeeds, won't all the credit belong to them? I, Han Zhiwu, am not a coward. If If we fight, we will definitely be at the forefront!"
Listening to Han Zhiwu's words, Xu Xiaoyu smiled bitterly.
This guy is still the same, with such an impulsive temper. Fortunately, he has been more obedient recently, otherwise he would have messed up this matter today...
"Fairy of the East China Sea, tut tut."
Han Zhiwu was fantasizing about something in his mind, and a lustful look appeared on his face from time to time, which made Xu Xiaoyu look at him with hatred.
Xu Xiaoyu is already old and is no longer capable of women's sex. He has long since given up thinking about it, but Han Zhiwu is different.
Han Zhiwu was an orphan adopted by Shenquan Sect in the early years. He was extremely talented in martial arts, so he spent a lot of effort to build up his cultivation level, so that he could have a hundred years of cultivation level when he was in his fifties.
There is no other example of such a person in the entire world. Even the leader of the Long family, Long Moran, has not increased his cultivation level so fast, because Han Zhiwu alone has spent hundreds of years of savings of the entire Shenquan sect. The treasures of heaven and earth…
Han Zhiwu, who is in his fifties, is still a wolf in this regard recently. Naturally, he will have some evil thoughts towards the beautiful fairy from the East China Sea.
A group of Shen Fist disciples wearing flaming red cloths gathered in the passage hub, making Ye Feng hesitate a little. Should he move forward or wait for a while? If they wait for the last batch of tranquilizer guns to arrive, maybe the operation to capture Su Feiying will begin...
Zhao Beiping and Ling Chen floated silently behind Ye Feng without saying a word.
They did whatever Ye Feng asked them to do. Other than that, their only thing was to practice. For soul cultivators, their cultivation not only determines their strength, but also their lifespan, so they have to work harder than anyone else in their cultivation.
Ye Feng was debating whether he should move forward or not, trying hard to see if he could get around it. At this moment, he felt a familiar breath coming from a passage ahead.
Immediately afterwards, a familiar spiritual voice came into his ears: "Cooperate as a master to deal with them."
Master
Ye Feng's heart trembled, he quickly straightened his mind and stared attentively.
Of course he couldn't see where Su Feiying was now, but he could feel that Su Feiying was nearby, and he was very disgusted with the people from the Shen Fist Sect. For Su Feiying, the only way to deal with the annoying people is to kill them all, unless the opponent's power is not something she can resist.
For example, in the Mo family of Nanling, Su Feiying had nothing to do, but the wretched and strong man Han Zhiwu in front of her was nothing compared to the Mo family of Nanling.
"Master wants me to help. It seems that the injury must be quite serious. Otherwise, guys like Han Zhiwu and Xu Xiaoyu are not her enemies at all..."
Ye Feng thought in his mind, immediately lost his scruples and suddenly showed up.
"Haha, grandsons, what are you doing here?"
He walked out of the passage in a swaggering manner, and suddenly appeared in front of a group of people from the Divine Fist Sect wearing a black shirt.
His purpose, of course, was to first attract the attention of the group of people in front of him, and then allow Su Feiying to take advantage of the opportunity to take action. With Su Feiying's cultivation level, the attack power of the immortal magic is many times more powerful than his. As long as she is given a little time, she can definitely kill a guy like Han Zhiwu with one move.
How long has it been since you fought with your master
Ye Feng couldn't remember clearly. When he took a step forward and stood firmly in front of Han Zhiwu and Xu Xiaoyu, a surge of passion and impulse surged in his heart.
Su Feiying accepted him as her disciple at that time, wasn't it because he could help her one day? He even helped her fight against the Mo family in Nanling. Unfortunately, before that, the two of them teleported to the earth together with Demon Lord Huoyun...
"Ye Feng?"
Xu Xiaoyu and Han Zhiwu's expressions changed at the same time.
Xu Xiaoyu's expression turned extremely ugly, as if he had thought of some possibility, while Han Zhiwu was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
"Is this kid Ye Feng? He looks so tender-skinned, but Long Moran actually fell in the hands of this kid?"
Han Zhiwu grinned widely and clenched a pair of iron fists that were bigger than sandbags, making "clunk" and "kluk" sounds, which proved his profound cultivation!