Ye Feng knew that if the big monkey elder Shaman pointed at Earl Clan again, Earl Clan's life would be in danger. After all, they had fought side by side before and they were friends. Ye Feng couldn't just stand by and watch him die.
Ye Feng gently lifted the defensive formation and stretched himself: "It's so noisy. I wanted to take a nap, but you woke me up with your crying. What are you doing? You old fool, you big monkey, you want to snatch the beauty you see. Have you asked my opinion?"
Everyone was stunned. The place just now was clearly a big rock. How could a person suddenly appear? Count Clan had a pale face and a miserable expression. When he saw Ye Feng, he smiled bitterly. His desperate eyes became hot again.
It was a look of desire to survive.
He knew that Ye Feng had probably arrived a long time ago, and his appearance at this time was definitely not just a simple passing by, nor would he stand idly by and watch him being beaten to death.
When Helen found out that Ye Feng was not far away from her, a shy blush appeared on her face, making her even more charming.
Coach Allen looked rather embarrassed. He didn't want Ye Feng to interfere in the affairs of the witch council. He knew that Ye Feng was very powerful and was also a friend of Earl Clan.
He smiled and said, "Boss Ye, why are you here?"
Ye Feng smiled faintly and said, "Coach Allen, we Chinese have an old saying that a forced melon is not sweet. Since Miss Helen has chosen to follow Earl Cran, do you object? If you love someone, you should wish her more happiness, not kill the person you love, right?"
Allen said coldly: "They are already dead, it doesn't matter whether they are put to death or not."
Elder Shaman looked at Ye Feng coldly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.
"You are Ye Feng. Thank you for helping our witch association get rid of the traitor."
Thinking that Ye Feng didn't know Elder Shaman, Allen introduced him to Ye Feng: "Boss Ye, this is our Elder Shaman, he came here specially from the United States."
"Elder Shaman, you have come all the way to China. What are you doing here?"
Elder Shaman didn't understand what Ye Feng meant and didn't say anything. Allen quickly explained: "Ye Zong is asking what we are doing here."
Elder Shaman held his head high and said arrogantly, "We are here to retrieve something from the traitor."
Ye Feng smiled and said, "There is something wrong with what Elder Shaman said. If your things were taken away by someone, you can call it taking them back. If you insist on taking someone else's things, that's called robbing. I still remember how you call it in American language."
Elder Shaman and Allen's expressions changed suddenly. Ye Feng's words hit the pain points in their hearts.
Elder Shaman glared, and a powerful thought surged towards Ye Feng like a raging sea.
Under this powerful thought, there was a howling wind around Ye Feng, with flying sand and rocks, and even Ye Feng's windbreaker was blown up.
Boom, there seemed to be a thunder in the sky. Allen and Count Helen Clan both felt the muffled thunder sounding beside Ye Feng. It was not thunder, but the powerful will of Elder Shaman colliding with Ye Feng's will in mid-air, which caused a real roar and sounded like a bolt from the blue.
Ye Feng muttered secretly in his heart, this old vampire's willpower is really strong, even stronger than Mr. Mo Da who is at the peak of the innate realm. However, Ye Feng is not afraid. His own willpower creates a layer of barrier around him, like a shield of will, blocking Elder Shaman's attack.
Elder Shaman also showed a look of horror.
He thought that with his own strength, he would be no match for ordinary ancient martial artists during his visit to China. However, he met a young man like Ye Feng, who did not seem to have profound skills, and his mental power could not even penetrate the opponent's brain.
Elder Shaman stretched out his bony fingers, and a black light slowly flowed at his fingertips. Ye Feng was not to be outdone and also stretched out his fingers.
But Ye Feng's fingers were shaped like picking flowers, looking elegant and gentle.
Elder Shaman showed a trace of contempt in his eyes. He had been listening to Allen and Count Clan talking about how powerful Ye Feng was and how he had killed Mr. Willy on the island in the middle of the river.
But looking at the gesture, it was not as powerful as Allen said, and there was not even a sign of internal force surging.
How could he know that Ye Feng's move was the third of the Four Strikes of the Thai Emperor, a unique skill of the ancient gods. It was evolved from Piercing Stone and was extremely powerful.
Elder Shaman's skinny body suddenly grew bigger, his hunched waist straightened, blue veins popped out on the dry surface, and his muscles were stretched out, just like a shriveled box that was filled with air and became full. From a nearly thousand-year-old dry old man, he suddenly turned into a sturdy man in his thirties, and the blue veins under his body almost burst.
A black light surged out from his fingers and quickly pointed at Ye Feng's chest. This finger was a hundred times more ferocious and powerful than the one pointed at Earl Clan.
He had just tapped Earl Clan's chest with only three-tenths of his strength. He did not regard Clan as an enemy, but just wanted to force him to tell him the whereabouts of the Iron Certificate of Immortality.
But he would not show mercy to Ye Feng. He just wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible, so he almost used up all his strength.
Ye Feng flicked his fingers lightly, and they collided with the surging finger light of Elder Shaman, violently knocking over several large trees nearby. They fell down with a loud bang, and their roots covered with soil were exposed on the ground.
Elder Shaman was even more shocked. The power between this kid's fingers was so strong. He was so young, so wouldn't his master be even more powerful? This immortal world was not easy to enter.
Although shocked, Elder Shaman was not discouraged. Sharp fangs appeared at the corners of his mouth, revealing his vampire characteristics and nature.
It moved as fast as lightning and rushed to Ye Feng's side with a grim smile. Its fingers were like sharp knives, emitting black light in the moonlight, and it grabbed Ye Feng's chest fiercely.
The force of this grab is so fast and fierce that even a heavenly-level ancient warrior would find it difficult to escape from it.
Count Clan knew that Ye Feng was powerful, but the vampire elder was even more devilish. He didn't know whether Ye Feng could defeat Elder Shaman, and his heart was in his throat.
Helen and Earl Clan held each other's hands tightly. They secretly cheered for Ye Feng in their hearts. If Ye Feng could not withstand Elder Shaman's grab, their lives would die with Ye Feng.
Ye Feng was also secretly shocked by the power of Elder Shaman's grab, but he was prepared and released his divine power to form a protective shield around his body.
After Elder Shaman grabbed him, he not only failed to gain any advantage, but suffered a loss instead.
He felt that his fingers encountered a soft yet tough air wall when they were half an inch away from Ye Feng's body. A powerful force popped out from the air wall, shocking his fingers so much that they felt like they were being electrocuted.