The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 197 Come out and meet me
It's not that Heisha is timid, if the current situation is seen by the clansmen, and he brings an outsider into the holy clan, he probably won't give him a chance to explain.

"Boy, if you want to see the Holy Son, just go in and report, you will kill me!" Heisha turned his head and glared at Ye Fei, and couldn't help but yelled.

It seemed that he didn't understand the situation from the beginning to the end. Ye Fei came here not to meet the holy son he said, but to kill him.

"Don't be so troublesome." As soon as the words fell, Ye Fei stepped into the air directly, and the aura on his body was also unscrupulous, sweeping away towards the saints.

Before Heisha below could speak again, a cold voice came to his ears.

After hearing these words, Heisha froze on the spot, his mind was suddenly in chaos, and he looked at Ye Fei in the sky with horror on his face.

"Holy Son of the Holy Clan, come out to see Ye!" There was a little chill in the voice, which instantly spread throughout the entire Saint Clan.

As soon as this remark came out, the entire Saint Clan was completely silent.

This kind of silence only lasted for half a second, and then bursts of noisy sounds resounded within the tribe, and a series of impressive breaths swept towards the source of the sound.

"Bold, who dares to make a noise here, calling the Holy Son famous!"

"Foreigner, are you tired of living? How could Lord Shengzi come to see you?"

"That's Heisha. Waiting for people from foreign races to enter the holy land of foreign races, Heisha, do you want to betray the clan?"

One after another voices came from within the tribe, and following the voices, dozens of powerful members of the holy clan rushed out of the tribe and appeared in front of the three of them.

The strength of these people is difficult for Ye Fei to say because of the different cultivation methods, but judging from the aura, it should be equivalent to the level of a master of transformation in martial arts.

Heisha in the back couldn't argue with anything at this moment, so he could only take two steps back again, and the power in his body was also working secretly.

In the current situation, he can only save his life first, and wait for the Holy Son to come out before he has a chance to explain.

Inside the Saint Clan tribe, there is a white circular building deep behind. At this moment, three members of the Saint Clan are gathering in the main hall of the building.

Among them, there are two older elders in the hall. They are both a little thin, wearing a suit of robes, and their faces are covered with strange patterns. They are somewhat similar to the high priest Ye Fei met before. feeling.

"What's going on! Someone dares to challenge the prestige of my holy race?" One of the old men couldn't help but said when he heard the voice from a distance.

The expression on the other old man's face became serious at the moment, and anger was evident in his eyes.

"You dare to call Lord Shengzi to see you, it is extremely arrogant. Waiting for the two of you to capture this person alive, and hand it over to Lord Shengzi." The old man in the robe roared angrily, and then bowed respectfully to the people in the hall.

After he stood up, he and the old man beside him looked at each other, and the two were ready to walk out of the hall together.

"Wait a minute, the second elder is not his opponent." A peaceful voice suddenly sounded from above the hall.

On the throne in the hall, a young man who seemed to be in his early twenties slowly stood up from his seat, with a calm expression on his face, and a calm look in his eyes that far surpassed that of people of the same age.

This young man was dressed in a white robe, holding a strange short stick in his hand, with long hair hanging behind his head, and his appearance was extremely handsome, giving people a feeling of being spotless.

"My lord, the head of the Tang family would be afraid of the two of us joining forces. How capable can a junior from a foreign race be?" The old man in the robe was obviously disapproving, but he didn't dare to be too presumptuous. He bowed respectfully again while speaking.

With a smile on his face, the young man took two steps forward and said in a low voice, "Like the young master of the Han family, he was also selected by the government, and Ding Fengzhu seems to be in the hands of this son."

This young man seems to know Ye Fei very well, and he also sees the situation in the martial arts world clearly, so it can be seen that he is not someone who is waiting for nothing.

The expressions on the faces of the elders in the main hall changed slightly after hearing Dingfengzhu, and they didn't dare to refute for a while.

The young man in the hall slowly walked down from the top, and the aura on his body rose a little with each step. When he walked to the front of the main hall, the feeling of oppression on his body made the two old men in the hall even more uncomfortable. The shape couldn't help trembling slightly.

"However... if you dare to break into our holy clan alone, even if the person behind this son comes, I will let him come and go." The breath of the young man changed suddenly, and there was an endless sense of coldness in his voice.

The words echoed in the hall, and before they fell completely, the person had disappeared in place.

In the main hall, seeing the situation, the two long-robed elders did not dare to be negligent, and immediately turned around and followed.

At the same time, outside the Saint Clan tribe, in mid-air at this moment, Ye Fei stood with his hands behind his back, with a look of indifference on his face, and looked up at the dozens of Saint Clan members who were rushing towards him.

The holy son didn't seem to appear immediately, and Ye Fei was too lazy to think about it at this time. When he raised his hand, lightning and lightning surged, twisting and wandering on his right arm.

"You guys are going to be buried with the Wu Clan." Ye Fei's voice was filled with endless killing intent.

In the mountains of southern Xinjiang, the tragic situation of those tribesmen brought him no less excitement than when he was in Jiangdong.

During this period of time, the behavior of the members of the holy clan has already touched Ye Fei's bottom line. If he hadn't cared about the life and death of the tribal clansmen, he might have launched a large formation directly to wipe out this so-called land of the holy clan in one fell swoop.

"Foreigner juniors, don't know how to live or die, let's go up together, we will abolish this son first and hand it over to Lord Shengzi!" A loud shout came from the crowd in front of him.

As soon as this remark came out, several powerful tribesmen rushed towards Ye Fei in midair at the same time.

The aura of these people is strange, there is black air overflowing between the brows, and there seems to be some subtle connection between them. At this moment, they shot at the same time, and the power that erupted far exceeded his own strength.

Ye Fei's eyes were fixed, and he was merciless in his shots. The thunder force in his palm condensed and turned into a long whip.

The spiritual consciousness of the foundation-builder is obviously applicable to any cultivator, and the figures of the dozens of saints in the front were instantly fixed in place.

The thunder whip swept across and easily entangled and blocked these people. There is still a big gap between ordinary saints and Ye Fei.

At this moment, not far behind, a figure wearing a white patterned robe suddenly appeared, and at the same time, an extremely strong coercive force enveloped the entire holy tribe in an instant.

"It's Lord Son!"

"I will pay my respects to the Holy Son, the presence of the Holy Son can guarantee the longevity of my holy clan."

All the people in the holy clan's tribe were all devout at this time, as if they ignored Ye Fei directly, and at the same time they all knelt down on the ground, bowing to the young man in white.

"Please also ask Master Shengzi to kill this foreigner and save us." The few people who were locked by Ye Fei's control also reacted at this time, and quickly opened their mouths.

The young man in mid-air, with a calm expression on his face, walked slowly forward like walking in the clouds.

Wherever this person stepped, all members of the holy clan respected him and bowed down again and again. This seemed to be the belief in their blood. In the eyes of the saint clan, their holy son was a god.

"Holy Son?" Ye Fei murmured, and his true energy condensed in his palm.

Following his movements, the long lightning whip that blocked the people of the holy clan suddenly contracted, making an ear-splitting muffled sound.

Immediately afterwards, under the eyes of the saints, the first few people who rushed forward did not even utter a scream before being crushed by the force of thunder.

Not far ahead, the saint in white didn't intend to stop him, but stopped slowly and looked up at Ye Fei.

"You killed the high priest of my family, and then killed members of my holy family in front of my holy son. I have to say that you are really courageous." The holy son's expression did not change, and there was no change in emotion in his voice.

Ye Fei smiled lightly, glanced at this person and said, "Do you care about their life or death?"

With the strength of this holy clan, they could have easily rescued his clansmen before Ye Fei just made a move, but this person did not do so.

"I don't care, but I'm a little interested in you." The Son didn't hide anything, and admitted directly, looking at Ye Fei with a smile on his face.

His words not only reached Ye Fei's ears, but also almost all the members of the Holy Tribe heard them clearly.

But what puzzled Ye Fei was that the reverence in these people's eyes had never diminished in the slightest, and they still maintained their original pious appearance.

"Really, it's a pity that Ye is here to kill you." Ye Fei's eyes flashed, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with this person, his fingertips flashed, and he raised his hand and pointed at the person in front of him.

In the middle of the sky ahead, the Thunder Whip that had just killed the Saint clansman was condensed into shape again, and swung towards this person suddenly with a whistling sound.

Almost at the same moment, Ye Fei's figure was as excited as the wind, and he approached the Holy Son of the Holy Race in the blink of an eye.

The white-clothed saint's eyes were still calm, but he just raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Fei, his figure did not retreat half a step, and he never made any defensive measures.

Ye Fei's figure was approaching, and with the flying of the thunder whip, he immediately raised his right fist, surrounded by electric wires on his arm, and punched the person in front of him.

"Boom! Boom!" Two shocking explosions spread in the sky above the land of the saints.

Before the people on the ground could react, they saw Ye Fei's figure being directly thrown away, and took several steps back before slowly stabilizing in midair.

And in front of him, the saint in white was barely injured, and the thunderous whip and Ye Fei's shocking punch could not break through this person's defense.

"Oh, my son is very curious, who gave you the courage to break into my family's holy place."

The holy son in white looked far away, and he was not in a hurry to make a move. Obviously, in his eyes, this junior from the foreign race was not qualified to fight him.

(End of this chapter)