"Boy, it looks like you've reached the end of your life."
Zhou Hui stood up and moved his shoulders, making a series of crackling sounds as his joints moved. Then he looked at Ye Feng and smiled playfully.
Ye Feng didn't stand up either. He just grabbed a handful of melon seeds and glanced at him with disdain.
"Just you?"
brush!
The words "just you" made Zhou Hui's face instantly turn as cold as ice.
Coming from the Tianquan Sect, he was proud and arrogant, and it was really hard for him to accept Ye Feng's attitude of completely ignoring him.
"Boy, don't think that you can be so arrogant just because you have learned ancient martial arts for two days and can kill a dead monkey and three dogs. In the eyes of true ancient martial arts inheritors like us, a small character like you who has not even entered the rank is no different from an ant."
But soon, Zhou Hui regained his confident expression and said coldly.
grade
Are there grade divisions among ancient warriors
Ye Feng's heart moved, he looked at Zhou Hui and pretended to be surprised and asked: "Then what is your cultivation level?"
"Early Yellow Level!"
Zhou Hui raised his head and smiled triumphantly, with a look of arrogance on his face.
There are indeed ranks among ancient warriors.
Moreover, the grades of ancient warriors are divided into very detailed levels, namely yellow level, black level, earth level and heaven level.
For masters at each level, there are four stages: early, middle, late and perfect.
According to what his master said to Zhou Hui when he left Tianquan Sect and entered the secular world to practice, although his cultivation was only at the lowest stage of an ancient martial artist, it was already enough for him to walk sideways in the world and no one would dare to provoke him easily.
After entering the secular world, through competition with others, Zhou Hui also confirmed what his master said. In a world full of ordinary people, he can indeed be said to be invincible, and some people even call him Superman.
Although Ye Feng was able to kill three black bears and sneak into the villa without him noticing.
But in Zhou Hui's opinion, Ye Feng was just an ordinary person with better skills, and he had not even reached the level of an ancient warrior.
Such a low-class person who can be killed with just a wave of the hand, actually dares to ask for an exorbitant price without knowing the consequences of his own life, and even looks down on him. Isn't this like a birthday star hanging himself, thinking that his life is too long
"Early Yellow Level, the worst level... With such mediocre strength, you still have the nerve to show off like this, are you shameless?"
Although Ye Feng had never heard of the level division among ancient warriors, he still knew about 'Tian Di Xuan Huang'. Upon hearing this, he smacked his lips and shook his head with disdain.
"you… "
Zhou Hui was completely furious this time.
Don't hit someone in the face, but what Ye Feng said now is no different from slapping him in the face.
He immediately pulled his face and grinned, "Then I'll show you how easy it is for a rubbish early yellow level like me to kill you!"
call!
The moment the words came out of his mouth, Zhou Hui raised his hand and took the lead in attacking.
The fist was like a cannon, pointing straight at Ye Feng's throat.
This was what his master taught him. He said that when fighting with others, you must seize the initiative. Only by taking the initiative can you firmly control the situation and the rhythm in your own hands.
If you strike back later and cannot defeat the opponent, you will be in a passive position.
The fist was so powerful that even though it hadn't arrived yet, Ye Feng already felt the skin on his neck slightly sore.
Xie Feiyue folded his hands over his chest, took a step back, and a sneer appeared on his face.
He had seen Zhou Hui's methods. With one punch from this guy, two bricks could be smashed into pieces.
He didn't believe that Ye Feng's neck was stronger than two bricks put together.
"Heavy rain of pear blossom needles!"
As the fist wind came, Ye Feng suddenly revealed a playful smile. While shouting loudly, he swung his hand forward.
How could he know the secret techniques of the Tang Sect in Shu? !
When Zhou Hui heard Ye Feng's words, his eyes twitched and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.
You know, the status of the Tang Clan in Shu in the ancient martial arts world is much higher than that of their Tianquan Clan.
Moreover, the Torrential Pear Blossom Needles are the most famous hidden weapon of the Tang Clan in Shu, and only some direct descendants can obtain it.
"Fuck you!"
But soon, Zhou Hui started cursing angrily.
What Ye Feng threw over was not the exclusive hidden weapon of the Tang Clan in Shu, but clearly a handful of melon seeds.
With an angry roar, Zhou Hui did not dodge or evade, but punched towards the pile of melon seeds, trying to penetrate the seeds and smash Ye Feng's neck.
laugh!
But as soon as the fist entered the pile of melon seeds, the sound of flesh being torn apart suddenly rang out, and then blood began to flow down Zhou Hui's hand.
"ah… "
The sudden severe pain made Zhou Hui hurriedly retract his fist, and he took a few steps back with his hands clasped.
what happened
Could it be that this kid is even more powerful than Zhou Hui and can even hurt people with melon seed shells
Xie Feiyue was also confused, and suddenly cold sweat began to drip down his forehead.
"You used dirty tricks!"
At first Zhou Hui thought that Ye Feng had hurt him with a melon seed shell, but when he raised his hand, he found that there was a long silver needle nailed on his middle finger.
Even the needle pierced the bone of his middle finger, nailing his finger and palm together.
Obviously, the pile of melon seed shells just now was just a mist created by Ye Feng, and this silver needle was the real killer move.
"What dirty trick? I've already told you that this is the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle. It's you who's stupid enough to hit the needle!"
Ye Feng smiled disdainfully, with an expression that said, "You are so stupid."
Moreover, the tension in his eyes had become much more relaxed at this moment.
This was Ye Feng's first time fighting against a real ancient warrior, so he had no choice but to be cautious.
Especially from what Zhou Hui said, the Tianquan Sect seemed to be quite arrogant among the ancient martial arts sects, so he had to test this guy's ability.
But after that injection just now, he found that the so-called early yellow level was actually just that.
"I'll kill you!"
The piercing pain and Ye Feng's humiliation had made Zhou Hui forget to think about how it was possible for Ye Feng to penetrate his bones with just a needle if he was just a nobody.
After pulling out the needle with great pain, he swung his fist at Ye Feng.
"Why are there so many idiots like you in the world who insist on teasing my tiger whiskers? Isn't it better to live a good life?"
Having already tested this guy's strength, Ye Feng would not be polite anymore. He pushed his hand on the sofa and stood up.
Then, he thrust one hand forward like lightning and grasped Zhou Hui's fierce fist. With a light shake, he not only neutralized the lightning-fast attack, but also separated Zhou Hui's hand and wrist.
Then, he pulled Zhou Hui's arm forward, raised his knee like lightning, and hit Zhou Hui's chest hard.
Boom!
With a knee lift, Zhou Hui, who was at the early yellow level, flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and hit hard the large porcelain flower box that was more than one meter tall and that Xie Feiyue had specially bought to show off his wealth.