Pretty Assassin's Bodyguard

Mo Jun's body was restrained, but his brain didn't lose his mind, and he was horrified, "What did you do to me, what kind of secret method is this!"

Ye Feng laughed: "You are still a disciple of Maoshan, and you are good at ghost drawing talismans. Have you never seen such a simple little talisman paper?"

What he cast was just a petrification talisman, which instantly petrified Mo Jun's body, but this kind of talisman was of a very low level, and the petrification time for Mo Jun was very short, and it would lose its effect within ten seconds or so.

Ye Feng didn't take the opportunity to teach Mo Jun a lesson, but waited for the ten-second effect to end, and just as Mo Jun regained his freedom, he picked up another petrified talisman.

"Isn't the talisman paper a skill that you Maoshan Taoist priests are proud of? Today I will let you feel the power of the talisman paper!" Ye Feng deliberately teased Mo Jun, waiting for the effect of the petrified talisman on Mo Jun to end, and then Another talisman.

Not to mention, Ye Feng actually threw the Rainfall Talisman, and a dark cloud appeared above Mo Jun's head, and the pouring rain made Mo Jun drowned.

Seeing Ye Feng cast the talisman papers on himself as if he didn't want money, Mo Jun didn't care about all the unbearable feelings on his body at this time, but was amazed at the talisman papers in Ye Feng's hands, stacks of talisman papers It's worthless like a big white paper, this is what scares Mo Jun the most.

Even though he was a disciple of Maoshan, he didn't use talisman paper like this. This is simply a mass sale in the market. I am afraid that the seniors of Maoshan Taoism would not waste talisman paper like this!

In Mo Jun's eyes, every piece of talisman paper is the glowing red Grandpa Mao.

Ye Feng doesn't understand how precious talisman paper is in this world. Of course, even if he knows, he doesn't care. In his eyes, talisman paper is nothing more than a low-cost material. It's just a waste of time and aura.

Mo Jun's feelings are different. He knows how difficult the process of making a piece of talisman paper is, otherwise he wouldn't treat every piece of flame talisman as a treasure, which would happen when he used the sky thunder talisman, also known as the thunderbolt talisman. serious matter.

"This fellow Taoist, stop!" Mo Jun's mental endurance was completely broken, and he was completely stunned by Ye Feng's large amount of talisman paper. There was no way to fight this kind of battle. Looking at the ice spike flying sword in front of him, he knew This is the evolution of talisman paper.

If the talisman papers of this level were all drawn by Ye Feng, then he could definitely become a figure at the level of the Great Elder of Maoshan. He really has no room to fight back in front of others, and if he continues to fight, he will bring shame on himself.

Ye Feng smiled and stopped all kinds of talisman papers in his hands, "How about it, can my ability to draw talismans guide you?"

Mo Jun blushed, this kind of ability is not only able to guide himself, his master may not have such ability.

"Ye Feng, which sect are you a disciple of? The talisman paper drawn by you is very different from my Maoshan school talisman paper, but its power is not weak." Mo Jun knew Ye Feng was powerful, and his tone of voice softened a lot. .

Ye Feng said disdainfully: "It seems that you are still not convinced, and you take your Maoshan ghost painting talisman seriously!"

Without waiting for Mo Jun to argue, Ye Feng said secretly: "You guys should show up after watching such a long performance!"

The three practitioners were surprised at the same time in secret, they all thought that they had hidden themselves very well, Ye Feng's cultivation was only in the Qi refining period, and it was absolutely impossible for them to be discovered.

"Why, do you still want me to invite you out!" Three seconds later, Ye Feng saw that no one showed up, and his face was filled with displeasure, "This is shameless!" There were dozens of talisman papers , What flame talisman, sky thunder talisman and sword talisman, inspired by Ye Feng's aura, made a loud noise.

The air was like colorful festive fireworks, exploding above and in front of the three of them.

Fire and thunder blazed together, and flying swords pierced out along with ice thorns.

The three of them were in a hurry, slapping various forms of attacks in front of them one after another.

Mo Jun was surprised to find that there were actually three practitioners in the dark!

It seems that the gap between myself and Ye Feng's cultivation base is too big, the cultivation bases of the three practitioners are unfathomable, but under the pressure of Ye Feng's talisman paper, they seem so embarrassed, I absolutely do not have such ability.

Thinking of the mission of this trip, Mo Jun couldn't help but sighed deeply, there was no way to complete it.

The three finally resisted all the various attacks in front of them, and Ye Feng was already looking at them with cold eyes.

Among the three was an old man, dressed in long robes and dressed like an ancient cultivator, and the other two were a young man and a middle-aged man.

The young man was furious: "Ye Feng! How dare you attack me!"

"Following me furtively, this is a little lesson!" Even though Ye Feng hardly knows how to use cruel methods when facing ordinary people, but facing these practitioners, Ye Feng is not polite at all, no matter you No matter which sect's disciples, as long as they dare to put on airs in front of Ye Feng, the consequences will be serious.

"Arrogance!" The middle-aged man was also furious, "You have violated the rules of the cultivation world by acting recklessly in the capital city. Today, I will discipline you, a madman, for your master!"

Ye Feng rolled his eyes and said to Yin Mengli: "Mengli, have you seen that the practitioners in this world have such virtues, they don't have much ability, but they speak in an astonishing tone."

Yin Mengli was also very surprised. This kind of cultivation is nothing in the realm of immortals, even in the realm of cultivation. In some bottom-level forces, they may still be considered strong, and in second-rate forces, they can only be counted as cultivation bases. The lowest kind, why does it have a posture with its nostrils facing the sky.

Don't you know the reason why there are people outside people?

Ye Feng smiled coldly: "Okay, I want to see your methods!"

"Look at the fist!" The middle-aged man was even more irritable than the young man, and he punched Ye Feng straight to the chest as soon as he raised his arm.

"Woo!" The wind of the punch was terrific. If this punch hit Ye Feng's chest, the best result would be broken bones and tendons. If it was a little serious, he would lose his life.

Ye Feng's eyes suddenly became murderous. This cultivator was so murderous that he punched without reservation. What he said was to teach him a lesson, but he wanted to kill himself when he struck.

"Such a strong murderous aura, there must be blood on your hands, I will punish you today!" Ye Feng turned his footsteps, and his feet shrank into inches, and he disappeared in front of the middle-aged man in a flash.

Middle-aged people feel that there is a blur in front of their eyes, and they scream in their hearts that it is not good!

Ye Feng's speed was so fast that the practitioners on the spot couldn't see Ye Feng's movements clearly.

The middle-aged man quickly dodged to the side, losing track of his opponent, which is the biggest taboo in a battle.

"Slap!" Ye Feng slapped the middle-aged man on the shoulder hard.

"Ah!" The middle-aged man let out a scream, this arm drooped, and Ye Feng's slap slapped all the bones in his shoulder. If he didn't get medical treatment as soon as possible, this arm would be crippled.

"The mouth is full of benevolence and morality, but the attack is so vicious. It wants my life as soon as it comes up. This arm is a punishment!" Ye Feng said in a cold tone.

The middle-aged man turned pale for a while, the severe pain from his shoulder made him unbearable, the sweat dripping from his forehead fell to the ground, he gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Ye Feng, if you dare to hurt me, you will regret it!"

"Slap!" Ye Feng slapped the middle-aged man hard on the face.

"You are lucky today. If you dared to threaten me like this in the past, I would have slapped you to death!" Ye Feng's temper is indeed much better now, which may also be related to his birth in this world. Let go of the opponent.

The middle-aged man knew that he was no match for Ye Feng, so he said bitterly: "You ruined my arm today, and the Laoshan faction will definitely not let you go in the future!"

"Boom!" Ye Feng kicked his leg hard, kicking this Laoshan sect cultivator away, a life-or-death thing!

"Go back and tell you what Laoshan sect is, prepare it for me, I will go around when I have time!" Being targeted by Ye Feng, this sect is considered unlucky.

The middle-aged man forcibly circulated the aura, and the bones on his shoulders were smashed, which affected the operation of the aura, which made him more painful. He threw the flying sword and flew towards the east at high speed, but did not return to the capital.

Mo Jun thought to himself, fortunately Ye Feng didn't use such a cruel hand on him, and fortunately he fought with Ye Feng, although his whole body was drenched by the heavy rain, his body was not injured. This is already a very good result.

The young man and the old man stared at Ye Feng sharply. They didn't expect that Ye Feng's method of using the talisman paper was so mysterious, but his own combat power was so powerful. It seems that they were wrong before the action tonight. They miscalculated Ye Feng. Ability.

According to what they got, Ye Feng was only at the Qi refining stage, even if they dispatched, they would have given Ye Feng a high regard.

The old man asked in a deep voice: "Ye Feng, are you a disciple of the He family!"

To be able to train such a disciple with extraordinary abilities, his master must be a powerful cultivator in Huaxia Kingdom.

For a powerhouse of this level, we still have to respect a little, so as not to cause irreparable losses.

"You don't need to worry about it. My master is not in the cultivation world, and you don't know if you tell me. If you want to do it, just go forward!"

The young man took a few steps forward, "Ye Feng, since you don't want to reveal your sect, I won't ask further. I must have taught you a lesson, and your sect will naturally come forward!"

Ye Feng was left speechless by the attitude of these cultivators. Are you a cultivator? He clearly saw his own attack, but he still dared to come forward to die. If you don't give this guy a little color, he really is. I don't know how to write the word dead!

"Husband, you should take a break after successive attacks, why don't I discipline this disobedient citizen for you." Mei Zhiruo said suddenly.

Mei Zhiruo, who has always been indifferent, took the initiative to fight.

"Zhiruo, has your cultivation recovered?" Ye Feng asked.

"Do you still need to restore your cultivation to discipline such a little monk?" Mei Zhiruo smiled.

That young man is also a hero of the younger generation, how could he endure being disciplined by a singer, "Ye Feng, what is it to ask a woman to do it!"

"Little guy, if you want to challenge my husband, you have to pass my test first!" Mei Zhiruo stepped forward, the evening dress was really troublesome, and she couldn't even walk with big strides.