The ruffian enters the fairyland

After a long period of tacit cooperation, as long as Ye Feng looks at each other, Tang Jingtian and Fairy Hongyun will understand the meaning of the master. 【 】

The meaning in Ye Feng's eyes is very simple, that is to tell the two to prepare for battle.

Although all the enemies in front of them had been subdued or killed, and it seemed that there was no danger, Ye Feng gave the two of them an order to prepare for battle, and they executed them well.

This reflects the status of a team leader and the team's execution ability. Tang Jingtian got up and waved to the Feiyunkou, and the Feiyunkou suddenly became lazy, like a normal reaction after the war.

In fact, these Feiyun bandits are very particular about their positions, with Ye Feng faintly protected in the middle, everyone has a relaxed look on their faces, but they raise their attention to the strongest, even if there is a slight disturbance, they will immediately explode , to launch the strongest attack.

The best thing about these subordinates is that they never ask why, as long as Ye Feng gives orders, they will execute them without hesitation.

Ye Feng didn't wait for the injured and subdued cultivator to wake up, nor was he in a hurry to treat his injuries.

Standing up slowly, it looks like he is going to start lecturing or issuing orders to these subordinates.

But the consciousness was released to the strongest, controlling the entire space.

Suddenly, Ye Feng's body exploded, very abruptly, like a sun-splitting arrow shot from a sun-splitting bow, sending out a series of punches towards a certain place in the void.

"Boom!" There was a collision in the void.

"Ah!" A scream sounded in the void.

The moment Ye Feng took action, all the Feiyun Bandits also followed suit, flying the attacks in their hands to that point in the air.

Although they didn't find anything, under the guidance of Ye Feng's spiritual sense, everyone's attack did not deviate from the direction.

"Boom!" The void trembled, and then a faint figure appeared.

This also hides a master!

No one expected that such a master existed among the enemies. If the master Ye Feng hadn't grasped the enemy's tracks, the consequences would have been very serious.

This figure is faintly visible, like an extremely unrealistic monk.

After careful observation, everyone was shocked to find that this faint figure was not the monk at the transformation stage who was killed by Fei Yunkou just now.

But it seemed that this monk was extremely weak, not to mention having any thoughts of sneak attack, even his life was almost lost.

"Hehe, is this the God Transformation clone cultivated in the God Transformation Stage? It's really unusual." Ye Feng looked at the figure and said.

Avatar Transformation God!

This is something that everyone ignores. Fairy Hongyun suddenly remembered that there was once a legend about the monks of the transformation stage, even if the body was destroyed, the monks of the transformation stage would still have a clone, that is, the monks of the Nascent Soul stage The Nascent Soul formed at the dantian in the body, when the cultivation base is raised to the soul refining stage, it will faintly feel that this Nascent Soul has a trace of its own spiritual consciousness.

But this feeling is a bit weird, extremely unreal, giving people a dreamlike illusion.

I didn't expect that after raising my cultivation level to the stage of transforming gods, I could actually destroy my body without dying!

Ye Feng and all the people under him are from the most common monk background. Everyone has practiced from the bottom level until now, and their understanding of cultivation is only when they reach this level.

None of them has become a cultivator at the stage of transformation, and they don't understand the magic of the cultivator at the stage of transformation. Their thinking is still at the original level, thinking that if they hurt the body of the monk, the monk will die completely.

After Ye Feng took the severely injured cultivator at the stage of transformation into his subordinates, he discovered in his sea of ​​knowledge that the stage of transformation into gods still had such a cultivation level, and he immediately understood that the cultivator at the stage of transformation into gods whose body was blown into pieces just now The avatar must be hidden in the dark.

However, the avatar's aggressiveness is no longer very strong, it can only be regarded as a relatively illusory existence. The next step is to practice for a long time before reshaping the physical body.

This process is the same as that of a cultivator in the transformation stage who has the ability to regenerate a broken limb, but it takes longer.

Moreover, the realm of cultivation will also be reduced, and there is even the possibility of cutting down the level, and it is necessary to start practicing from the soul refining stage again.

What Ye Feng believes in is cutting grass and roots, and will not leave any hidden dangers for himself. He is always worried about by others, and that feeling of anxiety is not what Ye Feng wants.

Now that he knew that his opponent still had avatars hiding, Ye Feng certainly wouldn't stop there.

With one move, the opponent's God Transformation clone was forced out, and Ye Feng's mood was relieved.

"Why, do you still want to run?" Looking at the God Transformation Clone with great interest, it was the first time Ye Feng had seen such a miracle as the God Transformation Clone. Be extra careful when facing the masters of the transformation stage, once the opponent's transformation clone escapes, it will be a lot of trouble.

Seeing that the avatar was hidden and was still discovered, he knew that he had completely lost the possibility of escaping, and the flying cloud bandits around Ye Feng couldn't let him go, so when he gritted his teeth, a violent breath burst from his body gather.

"Not good, this guy is going to blow himself up!"

"Whoosh!" Ye Feng threw countless Dao paintings into prisons, directly trapped the Transformation God avatar inside, and then waved his fists, hitting the Transformation God avatar.

However, the cultivators in the stage of transforming gods chose to self-destruct for a lifetime, so how can they be subdued by such means.

Seeing that the power of the berserk is getting stronger and stronger, and the self-destruct state of the God Transformation clone is about to form, a huge disaster is inevitable.

"Go away for me!" Ye Feng had no choice but to put a teleportation array on the Huashen avatar.

"Boom!" The ground trembled, and everyone felt as if an earthquake had occurred.

Fortunately, at the last moment, Ye Feng teleported the God Transformation clone away, and blew himself up on the edge of the rune array, turning the entire rune array into fly ash.

"Dang!" A magic weapon fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Everyone didn't care to look at this magic weapon, and all their eyes were fixed on the area where the self-explosion occurred.

The self-explosion of Huashen clone could be ten miles away from them, and everything within the distance of ten miles was flattened by the huge impact force, the boulder was turned into powder, and the big tree was turned into debris.

A large crater appeared at the center of the self-explosion, with a depth of several tens of meters, and deep ravines radiated outward, leveling a small hill not far away.

The power of the self-detonation of the God Transformation clone is so huge!

Everyone was taken aback. If Ye Feng hadn't teleported the God Transformation clone away at the last moment and blew himself up directly above the crowd, many people would have died wronged.

The huge self-explosion sound woke up the subdued cultivator at the transformation stage. Seeing everything in the distance, he also understood what happened to his partner, and felt a little sad. After a lifetime of cultivation, it is extremely difficult to reach the state of transformation stage , but in the end it was so miserable.

Ye Feng casually threw him two bottles of repair fluid. This guy was seriously injured. Although his limbs were not cut off, some internal organs of his body were severely damaged. Now that he has become his subordinate, he must treat him well.

By ingesting the information in his consciousness, Ye Feng knew that these guys belonged to a killer organization, Hunter.

But in his spiritual consciousness, he didn't know who hired the hunter's killer to assassinate him. Anyway, those two guys are the most likely, so write down this account first, and one day in the future, it will definitely be doubled.

Ye Feng is very interested in this hunter organization. It turns out that there is also such an organization in the cultivation world that uses money to eliminate disasters for others.

According to Ye Feng's knowledge, the hunter group has a very wide distribution of influence. Every region on the mainland has their branches, and hunters exist in the five major regions. As for the headquarters, this guy doesn't know.

He is just one of the killers in a certain place in the Southern Wilderness Branch. The killers who came to kill Ye Feng this time were a few strong men here. A soul-refining monk.

Their organization is not like those big forces. There are many disciples and disciples, but only a few strong ones. In their own words, those monks with low cultivation bases are not worthy of being killers.

Take other people's money to kill me, right? Let me show you that I, Ye Feng, am not so easy to mess with.

The anger in Ye Feng's heart was ignited by this half-way kill. He was not a kind person in the first place, and his fearless personality would never suffer a disadvantage and dare not speak, nor would he hit his teeth in the stomach Throat.

"Get rid of their stronghold here." Ye Feng said to his subordinates.

With their current strength, it is obviously unrealistic to take down Hunter's branch in the Southern Wilderness, but taking down the stronghold with only a few people is not a problem as long as the plan is careful.

"This matter needs to be planned in detail. We must not leave anyone alive, otherwise we will have endless troubles wherever we go." Tang Jingtian said.

"Well, since it's an encirclement and suppression, let's not keep any of them." Ye Feng and several leaders began to discuss how to give this enemy who appeared out of thin air a little color.

After discussing everything, Ye Feng took everyone back into the inner world, then took out the teleportation array, and teleported to a certain place.

……

This is a relatively lively city, which is not a small scale in the Southern Wilderness. The monster monks who live in this city come and go every day.

A very ordinary alley, not far away is a small restaurant.

At the end of the alley is a small-scale house. No one knows what the owner of this house does, but the gate of the house is closed all year round.

It is rare to see anyone coming out of it, but occasionally the owner of the small restaurant will send some wine and food inside.

A middle-aged man with an extremely ordinary appearance came to the small restaurant leisurely.

"Boss, here are some good side dishes, and five jars of good wine." The middle-aged man shouted loudly before entering the gate of the small restaurant.

"Okay, wait a moment, sir, the food and drink will be ready." The owner of the small restaurant saw a big customer coming, and hurriedly greeted him warmly. In a small restaurant like him, there is nothing wrong with coming to drink Few rich people are as generous as this gentleman, and they are good at dishes and five jars of good wine as soon as they open their mouths. Naturally, the boss dare not treat him slowly.

The middle-aged man chose a seat near the window to sit down. It was not the peak time for eating, and the small restaurant seemed a little deserted, and there were not many customers.

The middle-aged man was dressed in ordinary clothes, and he didn't look like a big benefactor, and he didn't care about the slightly dim environment in the small restaurant.

After he sat down, he glanced lightly at the small wine shop, and then focused his gaze on the house not far opposite, as if he was very interested in this house, and also as if he was watching the scenery outside the window. landscape.

Not long after, the owner of the small restaurant brought up four dishes, "Guest officer, take your time."

After taking five jars of wine from the side, the boss was about to leave.

"Bring me all the dishes you are good at here. This is not enough. I have a big appetite." The middle-aged man ordered.

"Okay!" The owner of the small restaurant suddenly showed a happy smile on his face. The owner of the shop is not afraid of big belly guys. As long as you have enough crystals in your hand, the more you eat, the happier he will be.

The middle-aged man slapped open the mud seal of the wine jar, and a scent of fragrance spread throughout the wine shop.

"Good wine!" The middle-aged man praised, then filled the big bowl, ate and drank, and looked at the house in the distance from time to time.

He didn't see how the middle-aged man drank, but he drank all five altars of fine wine.

At this time, he was the only customer left in the small restaurant, and the others checked out and left after eating.

"Boss, serve the wine!" The middle-aged man didn't seem to have finished drinking.

"Guest officer, excuse me for talking too much, old man. Drinking too much alcohol is not good for your health. It stands to reason that what I hope most for opening a wine shop is a boom in business, but according to your drinking method, it is really not good for your health." The owner of the restaurant comforted the middle-aged man.

"What are you talking about, I'm afraid I won't give you the spar." The middle-aged man was a little annoyed, and reached out his hand to take it out of his pocket.

"Guest officer, that's not what I meant." The owner of the small restaurant hurriedly explained.

"Here are the spars, see if these are enough for your drinking money." As he spoke, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand to the owner of the small restaurant.

"Enough, enough, guest officer, you know that's not what I mean." The owner of the small restaurant smiled all over his face, and didn't look at the middle-aged man's palm extended to him.

According to common sense, people have already stretched out their hands, and there must be a lot of spars, and there may be rewards among them.

"Hmm!" The owner of the small restaurant suddenly groaned in pain.

"It's enough for you to earn for the rest of your life. I'll tell you that you look down on people. Come on, you have to have a drink with me. It's an apology, otherwise this matter will never end!" The middle-aged man put his other hand on the shoulder of the owner of the small restaurant. .

If someone is watching, it seems that this middle-aged man is very easy-going, and even asks the owner of the small restaurant to drink with him.

And the owner of this small restaurant was also very cooperative, sitting on a bench with one buttocks.

"Hehe, that's right, it's your honor to drink with me."

The middle-aged man sat there again, but his eyes were not on the opposite house.

The strange thing is that the owner of the small wine shop hasn't said a word since he sat down, and he hasn't raised the wine bowl.