In the middle of the black iron sheet, there are countless magic symbols carved with blood and demonic energy.
They are a kind of demon formation, which seals powerful demonic energy, so they can compete with the divine power of their own ancient divine bloodline.
Ye Feng suppressed his anger: "Where did you get it from? Tell me quickly?"
Without the support of magic weapons, the Demon Hunter was like a patient suffering from a drug addiction, with the poison penetrating deep into his bones. Tears and snot flowed from his eyes, and his whole body was shaking like a sieve.
"Brother, please spare me and give it to me."
Looking at the scarred face, Ye Feng suddenly realized that he might have been a handsome man before, but after picking up this magic weapon and being eroded by the evil spirit, he became so ugly.
The powerful demonic energy is not something that the body of an ancient warrior like him can withstand.
Ye Feng took out a small wooden box from the Medicine King Ring, put the black iron piece into it, and threw it into the Medicine King Ring.
Ye Feng no longer paid attention to the demon hunter under his feet. Without the support of demonic energy, he had turned into a pile of mud and would not live long. Killing such a person would dirty his hands.
The demon hunter let out a laugh that was uglier than crying, and blood gushed out: "You thought that if you killed me, you would win, ha, ha, you are dead, and below, there is..."
In just a few seconds of sudden realization, he said a few words, and then he fell silent.
Ye Feng sneered. He didn't understand why this demon hunter was so confident. Even though he was clearly killed by him, he still had to say a few polite words. It was really pitiful.
Ye Feng walked towards the place where Xiaobai made the sound, leaving behind the demon hunter whose bones were broken and half-dead.
After walking a few steps, I saw a destroyed trap. The grass on it had been blown away, leaving a dark hole in the ground. Looking down from above, I saw many sharp knives stuck upside down in the hole.
There were still traces of blood on many of the sharp knives. This was obviously a path that ferocious beasts often passed by, and it was also one of the traps often set by demon hunters.
The sound of fierce fighting came from afar, and the whistling sound of the wind should be the sound of the wind caused by Yu Lao Si's swinging hammers, as well as the sound of Yu Lao San's sword.
After going around a giant tree, they saw Yu Lao Si and Yu Lao San fighting fiercely with two demon hunters who were also wearing masks. There was also a damaged iron clamp next to them.
The other iron-toothed wolf carefully avoided the trap and was not injured like its companion.
Ye Feng looked around and wondered why he didn't see the shadow of Boss Yu. He was riding a spotted leopard and was faster than the iron-toothed wolf. He should have arrived here before the third and fourth brothers. Could he have run ahead? Or was he ambushed and met with an accident
Given Boss Yu's skills, it is unlikely that he would encounter an accident. At least he would resist and fight. But now even his shadow can't be seen, which is a bit strange.
Just as Ye Feng was guessing, a leopard roar came from the woods on the left. It should be the roar of a spotted leopard. Boss Yu came at this time, so lucky that he missed these traps.
The three brothers of the Yu family should be confident of winning against the two demon hunters. Ye Feng did not intend to take action, but a rustling sound came from the woods on both sides.
Ye Feng's thoughts spread to the nearby mountains and forests, and he found that there were at least a dozen ancient warriors who were rushing towards this side. Each of them was fully armed, holding a weapon, and exuding murderous aura.
Who are these people and what do they want to do
Boss Yu rode a spotted leopard to Ye Feng's side with a strange smile on his face: "Brother Ye, there is a demon hunter over there. I think it was Brother Ye who helped. I thank you on behalf of my third and fourth brothers."
"You're welcome. We are all friends. When we meet an enemy, of course we share the same hatred."
Ye Feng felt a little awkward listening to such polite words. Although he said thank you, in fact, Boss Yu's eyes were full of mockery and there was no gratitude at all.
Ye Feng didn't care. Boss Yu was jealous and narrow-minded by nature, which could be seen from his attitude towards Old Qin.
The appearance of Old Qintou hindered Boss Yu's position in Tingshui Pavilion, so when they saw Old Qintou, the brothers spoke ill of him.
Among the four brothers of the Yu family, except for the second brother who has some IQ, the third and fourth brothers are both stupid people. They have no backbone, and the root cause of the problem lies with the eldest brother.
Ye Feng didn't have a very good impression of the boss. His smile always made people feel fake. However, he was Sister Ajuan's subordinate, and they helped to find the spirit tower together, so Ye Feng was relatively polite to him.
"Brother Ye, you are quite skilled. I saw that the demon hunter died miserably, obviously killed by a powerful palm force. Brother Ye, what is the name of your palm technique?"
Ye Feng was a little alert in his heart. He didn't want others to know about his Thai King Four Blows. He smiled faintly and said, "Boss Yu must know my boxing skills. It's the Tianluo Fist."
Boss Yu looked as if he had realized something: "So it's the Tianluo Fist. Could it be that you are Luo Tianquan's disciple?"
"Haha, Boss Yu, you guessed wrong. I'm not Luo Tianquan's disciple. I'm his grandfather."
He knew Luo Tianquan, the founder of the Tianquan Sect. His Tianluo boxing was famous all over the world, and he was so brave that he could fight him to a draw.
Boss Yu didn't react for a moment. Ye Feng was so young, how could he be Luo Tianquan's grandfather
Half a day later, he realized that Ye Feng was taking advantage of Luo Tianquan.
The third and fourth sons of the Yu family were no match for the two demon hunters, and both began to lose the upper hand.
A demon hunter wearing a bronze mask and holding a sharp golden hunting fork in his hand.
It looks like an ordinary hunting fork, but it is very solid and heavy, sharp and powerful. When it is wielded, it creates a strong wind and suppresses Yu Laosan's machete.
No matter whether it was the powerful knocking, smashing, sweeping, or the light and sharp picking, stabbing, and piercing, Yu Laosan was forced to dodge continuously. Twice he was almost hit by the hunting fork and broke out in a cold sweat.
The other was a demon hunter wearing a silver mask. In his hands he held a pair of bright silver maces, which, like his mask, shone brightly and exceptionally brightly.
Double maces against double hammers, it seems that Yu Laosi's double hammers are more powerful, but every time the double hammers hit the double maces, the double hammers were smashed apart like balls and almost slipped out of his hands.
After several attempts, Yu Laosi didn't dare to confront the opponent's silver mace head-on, and his knuckles were bleeding.
The most important thing in wielding double hammers is to have steady force and win by strength. Once you cannot match the opponent's strength, it will restrict your own hands and feet, and you will become more and more helpless and dangerous the more you fight.
Boss Yu looked at Ye Feng several times with a faint smile on his face, as if saying, Brother Ye, please help me quickly, my two younger brothers are at a disadvantage.
Of course, he understood that Boss Yu was looking at him, asking for his help. There was nothing wrong with that, but Ye Feng always felt that something was wrong.