"Brother Yue, just kill him. A second-level piece of garbage with an iron body actually dares to make conditions to our Zhang family... and his family, so that their family will never be reincarnated!"

This man saw that Ye Feng actually dared to ignore him. Although he was not a member of the Zhang family, he was at least a warrior at the level. This made him suddenly filled with anger. He spoke to Zhang Yue while talking about the weapon in his hand.

The knife was pointed at Ye Feng from a distance, and a trace of ferocity flashed across his face.

After hearing this person's words, Ye Feng's eyes turned cold, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Seeing Ye Feng's eyes, the young man suddenly shuddered and felt a sense of fear in his heart.

After a moment, the young man came to his senses and felt that his performance just now was a bit embarrassing. He suddenly became angry and said, "You dare to glare at me? You are looking for death!!" He yelled, raised his knife and flew towards Ye Feng to slash at him.

The blade of the blade emitted a hazy white light, like a white lightning, striking at Ye Feng's head.

When Ye Feng didn't have any strength, he had been training hard. Not only did he train his body and practice the Iron Body Art, he also practiced basic sword skills. They couldn't get advanced martial arts, but they did have basic sword skills. This was their only way to save their lives.

thing.

It can even be said that in the Sirius Continent, everyone knows some self-defense martial arts.

For Ye Feng, as an ordinary person, if he wants to survive outside the Tianlang Mountains, he has to work hard and work hard.

He worked hard to practice basic swordsmanship to reach the stage of mastery, and it is precisely because of this that he became the only person in the Flying Tigers to survive.

Of course, this was Ye Feng's trump card, and he told no one, because on the outskirts of the Tianlang Mountains, there were not only ferocious beasts to guard against, but also people.

With the second level of Iron Body Art and basic sword skills, he would have had a certain ability to protect himself against would-be warriors in the past.

Not to mention ordinary people, even quasi-martial artists, very few people can practice basic sword skills to perfection. If the people in Niujiao Village knew that Ye Feng actually practiced basic sword skills to perfection in four years, they would probably be shocked.

, it is absolutely impossible to achieve this step without a high degree of understanding.

Now Ye Feng has reached the sixth level of the Iron Body Skills, his body's defense and strength have greatly increased, and his basic sword skills are as good as those of ordinary warriors. Ye Feng is really not afraid, so he sees lightning-like, with a 'hoohoo'

Ye Feng did not look panicked when the sword flashed in the wind. Instead, he raised the knife in his back, just in time to block the knife from the boy from the Zhang family.

"Clang!"

The two knives collided, and Ye Feng took two steps back slightly. The young man who attacked took a dozen steps back, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

"Um??"

"What?"

“How is that possible??”

The surrounding Zhang family disciples were suddenly shocked. None of them expected this result. This was simply beyond their imagination. A warrior on the first floor was actually knocked away by a body cultivator who only practiced Iron Body Art? Even their imaginations failed.

No matter how rich it is, it is unimaginable.

"No, this Ye Feng is definitely not at the second level of body refining!" Suddenly, this idea appeared in their minds.

Among them, although Zhang Fang, the young man just now, is in the lower reaches, he is not someone who can be defeated by a second-level body refiner.

Zhang Fang was even more surprised. Just for a moment, he felt an extremely strong force flowing into his body along the blade. If he hadn't thrown the knife in time, he would not only have taken a few steps back, but he might have been injured.

A body cultivator, a blow made him throw a knife to avoid it? Although he was careless just now, this also made him very surprised.

Zhang Yue took two steps forward, stared at Ye Feng and said slowly: "Hidden deep enough! Sixth level of body training?"

As soon as Zhang Yue finished speaking, both the children of the Zhang family and Zhang Meng suddenly turned around and glared at Ye Feng. They understood the difficulty of body refining. It was rare to see the existence of the sixth level of body refining in the entire Qingshuang City.

Because those who are above the fourth level of body training have the capital to make money, and these people often make money and find ways to practice martial arts. After all, martial arts is the right path in their minds.

Even those who have reached the sixth level of body refining are still the children of a big family. They have the flesh and blood of ferocious beasts, elixirs, and pharmacists to reach it. Even so, their bodies will still have injuries, and civilians? They

Almost never heard of it.

When it comes to practice, physical training is not only slow, but also costs several times as much as martial arts, and ordinary disciples simply cannot afford it.

Although there is no development potential in physical training, they have to admit that Ye Feng is temporarily qualified to bargain with them. They may be far away from Ye Feng in a few months, but now they have to pay attention to it.

The most surprised person here must be Zhang Meng. He and Ye Feng have known each other for four years and have been together most of the time, but they didn't notice it at all.

After Ye Feng heard Zhang Yue's words, he did not answer, but looked at him quietly.

"Okay, the sixth level of body refining, here are two blood-enhancing pills and two Qi-condensing pills!" Zhang Yue looked at Ye Feng, took out two porcelain bottles from his arms and threw them to Ye Feng.

Although Zhang Yue seemed calm, Ye Feng still saw murderous intent in his eyes, but Ye Feng didn't care. Judging from the performance of these people, it was known that they were all rookies, and Ye Feng might not be able to fight them outside.

Opponents, but in the Tianlang Mountains, Ye Feng has many ways to torture them.

The only person he feared was Zhang Meng, a second-level warrior who had been hanging around in the periphery for ten years and was far beyond what Ye Feng could compare to.

"Brother Yue, you can't give it to him..."

"Zhang Fang, shut up!"

Seeing Zhang Yue throwing the porcelain bottle to Ye Feng, Zhang Fang suddenly became anxious, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zhang Yue's angry shout.

Zhang Yue had a high prestige among these people, so Zhang Fang immediately shut up and did not dare to speak, but his eyes when he looked at Ye Feng were filled with hatred.

Ye Feng reached out and took the porcelain bottle, took a look at it and put it in his arms.

Ye Feng knew in his heart that without strength he would only be at the mercy of others, so he showed his strength through body training.

"Brother Yue, he is only at the sixth level of body refining, why should you accept his conditions?"

It is true that the sixth level of body training is only equivalent to a first level warrior, not to mention that they have martial arts, how can it be compared to a bad luck physical practitioner? Besides, they have three second level warriors, so there is no need for this.

"Haha, it's just in his hands for the time being. Why not have a sixth-level body refining cannon fodder that can be kept temporarily? What's more, all the members of the Flying Tigers are dead, and now a master suddenly appears to explore the way, and it's so

Cheap, haha, if it were you, wouldn’t you do it?”

After Zhang Yue glanced at the young man next to him, he chuckled and said proudly.

"high!"

"Brother Yue is mighty!!"

As soon as Zhang Yue finished speaking, the other teenagers started to praise him one after another.

The ancient trees on the mountain are towering to the sky, and Ye Feng's figure is like a spiritual ape flashing, turning, soaring and moving in the forest.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Ye Feng, who was running wildly, stopped and looked around intently.

After a moment, he turned around and ran to the other side. Just for a moment, the smell of blood came from the side.

"Hiss..." After walking a few dozen meters, Ye Feng stood on a tree trunk, looked ahead, and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

He saw severed limbs and debris scattered everywhere in front of him. Looking at the clothes on the severed limbs and debris, Ye Feng recognized that those people were members of the Flying Tigers. It was just what they had gone through that made them die without making a sound.

, leaving him puzzled.

Ye Feng stood on the tree trunk and did not move. Ye Feng didn't know where the danger came from, so he naturally didn't dare to step forward. Not to mention his sixth level of body refining, even third- and fourth-level warriors did not dare to do anything outside the Tianlang Mountains.

If you are careless, you will die without a burial place.

"Huh? Ran Hao?" Suddenly, Ye Feng saw a man lying under a tree covered in blood, lifeless.

Seeing Ran Hao, Ye Feng held a thick-backed knife and approached carefully.

When he came to Ran Hao, he did not encounter any danger, which made Ye Feng feel a little relieved.

He did not dare to delay and reached out to grab Ran Hao's veins. After about a minute, Ye Feng let go of Ran Hao's wrist, took out a needle bag from his arms and began to insert golden needles into Ran Hao's chest and abdomen.

When he just took his pulse, Ye Feng found that Ran Hao was still breathing.

As long as he is not dead, there is a glimmer of hope for this person in Ye Feng's hands, not to mention that this person is still his friend.

Ye Feng gently twisted the golden needle stuck on Ran Hao's chest. As he twisted, vitality inexplicably emerged from his mind and entered Ran Hao's body along the golden needle.

This bit of vitality entered Ran Hao's body through the golden needle, quickly repairing his body.

With the output of vitality, Ran Hao's pulse became stronger and stronger, Ye Feng's face began to turn pale, and dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

At this time, Ye Feng could be said to be trying his best. As Ran Hao's injury repaired, Ye Feng's vitality became less and less.

Phew! When the last ray of vitality was exhausted, the fatal injuries on Ran Hao's chest had been repaired, and the remaining unrepaired injuries on his limbs were all skin injuries.
Chapter completed!