The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 212
Within the Holy Tribe, Heisha was stunned for a moment after hearing Ye Fei's words.

After Ye Fei's figure disappeared for a long time, he finally came to his senses, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch his forehead. On the center of his brow, there was also a mark of Tengtu, but the color was lighter.

"I, I have become the holy son of the holy clan." Heisha felt a little dazed again after feeling this imprint.

"Clan members of the Holy Clan, see Lord Shengzi!" All the clansmen around on the ground spoke in unison again at this time, and then bowed respectfully to Heisha.

In the middle of the tribe, Heisha couldn't help trembling all over, his eyes suddenly showed excitement, and his heart was surging.

This time, when Ye Fei came to the Saint Clan, he could be said to be the biggest beneficiary. He directly skipped the title of high priest in the clan and became the Holy Son of the Saint Clan. This was something Heisha could not even dream of.

"Hiss my head." Just as Heisha was excited, there was a sharp pain between his brows, which made him gasp.

Unable to shudder, Heisha reacted instantly, ignored the tribesmen around him, but turned around quickly, and raised his hand in the direction where he had to leave.

"Major Witch, don't worry, this subordinate will definitely live up to your entrustment." Heisha was sweating profusely at this moment, and said loudly to the distant sky while kneeling.

He is not a fool, it can be said that he has seen the horror of Ye Fei with his own eyes. This son made him a holy son. Obviously, if he is too complacent, this son can also take his life instantly.

Recalling the words of the witch master before he left, Heisha showed a decisive look on his face, then stood up and summoned all the members of the holy clan.

When he wanted to send the witch master away, he engraved every single word into the clan rules of the holy clan, so as not to be violated.

At this time, after Ye Fei left the holy clan, his spiritual consciousness swept across the mountains in southern Xinjiang, and he found that the black witchcraft on the tribes of the Wu clan had already been removed, so he had the intention of leaving the southwest.

This trip to southern Xinjiang can be said to be very fruitful. The day of the East China Martial Arts Association seems to be coming soon, and he must rush back to Jiangdong as soon as possible.

Without staying too long, Ye Fei used full speed in the jungle, and soon rushed out of this primitive mountain range. With his current strength, the speed of stepping into the air can be said to be as fast as lightning.

"Lan Cang and Zhu Shishui are here in Jiangdong, but in just half a month, nothing should happen." Ye Fei thought to himself, and at the same time took out a mobile phone from the storage ring.

After the last trip to Kunshan, before leaving, Cui Hu insisted on fortifying him. Ye Fei personally really doesn't like to use this kind of thing.

Almost most people in martial arts have such a quirk, and they rarely touch technology.

"Master Ye, you are finally willing to call back." Cui Hu's slightly rough voice came from the other end of the phone.

Ye Fei smiled slightly. Hearing that familiar voice, his whole mood became much more comfortable. Whether it was Ye Ling, Lan Fei, or Cui Hu, they were all extremely important in his heart.

"Jiangdong is okay, help me book a ticket to go back today." Ye Fei said with a smile.

Cui Hu booked his air tickets in advance, but he is not very familiar with these procedures.

"Don't worry, Young Master Ye, everything is fine."

"It's just that the blue old man has been talking about you and asking him what's the matter, but the old man doesn't say anything. If Master Hu can't beat him, he must be beaten!" Cui Hu laughed boldly.

After Ye Fei finished listening, a gleam of light flashed across his face. He came to the Southern Xinjiang Mountain Range, and Lan Cang knew about it.

From this point of view, I am afraid that Lan Cang will have such a reaction when he encounters some things that he cannot solve.

"You tell Mr. Lan that I can return to Ye's house today." After Ye Fei finished speaking, he hung up the phone with a serious expression on his face.

Lan Cang's combat power is quite good, the general foundation builders are no match for this old man, Ye Fei also vaguely guessed at this time that he could feel embarrassed.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Fei stopped thinking and prepared to head towards the airport.

It's just his figure, just passing by the villa area where the Tang family arranged for him to live in, the whole person suddenly paused, stopped in mid-air, and looked down at the same time.

After stepping into the innate realm, Ye Fei's sensitivity to the breath in the surrounding air reached an extremely terrifying level.

But anyone who has the aura of a martial artist can hardly escape his spiritual consciousness.

"But waiting for Ye?" Ye Fei smiled lightly, then slowly raised his head, looking at the mid-air not far ahead.

As soon as the words fell, two powerful spiritual senses came from not far ahead, directly locking Ye Fei's figure, and the surrounding air was filled with a gloomy atmosphere.

Not long after, two figures stepped forward in the mid-air ahead. One of them was wearing a black windbreaker with a frivolous neckline covering his face, making it difficult for people to see clearly. The whole body was surrounded by a faint black mist.

"Junior, have you already passed the forbidden area of ​​the saint clan?" The voice of this person was slightly hoarse, and it was vaguely similar to that of the saint clan's Heisha.

But the aura on his body is far from being comparable to that of Heisha, and it vaguely surpasses the foundation establishment state.

"The black-clothed emissary of the Kiwanis. It's been a long time." The expression on Ye Fei's face remained unchanged, and he instantly recognized the person's identity.

In his memory, there is only one strong man dressed beyond the foundation establishment stage, and that is the Tongji envoy who almost snatched his Dingfengzhu in Kunshan last time.

Ever since Zhu Shishui returned to Jiangdong with him, the Tongji Society had never appeared, and Ye Fei almost forgot about this mysterious organization for a while.

"The envoy's patience is limited, so answer my question immediately." The envoy in black froze all over his body, and an invisible majestic force directly pressed towards Ye Fei in front of him.

Ye Fei in front of him gave a faint smile, raised his head and glanced at the black-clothed emissary, with a strange look on his face.

Doesn't this person still think that he is the same as before, and he has no power to fight back in front of half-step innate powerhouses?

"Ye has not only been to the forbidden area, but also entered the spiritual spring." The expression on Ye Fei's face was as usual, despite the majestic force, his figure did not take half a step back.

The envoy in black was stunned, he couldn't help but raised his head, and took a careful look at Ye Fei in front of him, as if he couldn't figure out why this kid was still acting like a normal person under his coercion.

"Heishi, what are you talking nonsense with this junior, the president calls out the people you want to see, just go and capture them." The man behind couldn't help but stepped forward at this time, and glanced at Ye Fei. disdainful look.

This person is a middle-aged man, looks to be in his early forties, has a small crew cut, and wears an ordinary light-colored shirt. color.

"This envoy is acting, so you don't need to intervene. This kid has the Wind-fixing Orb in his hand. Did you catch him as soon as he said it?" The black-clothed envoy glanced at the man beside him, with obvious displeasure in his voice.

After the envoy in black finished speaking, he immediately looked up at Ye Fei who was facing forward, but did not choose to make a move immediately.

The coercive force he condensed just now disappeared strangely after touching Daoist son, which made the black-clothed messenger unavoidably vigilant.

What made the emissary in black even more fearful was that he felt a sense of oppression from his blood on Ye Fei, as if his life and death were only in the mind of this son. Never felt this way.

"Hmph, a defective spirit weapon scares you like this."

"Get out of here, wait for me to abolish this junior first, and I will hand it over to you to take it back for business." The short-haired man snorted, ignoring the identity of the black-clothed emissary at all, as if this person had a much higher status in the Freemasons Association. The messenger in black.

After he finished speaking, without waiting for the messenger in black to respond, he waved his hand and condensed his breath into a lock, heading towards the surging tide.

In the mid-air ahead, the smile on Ye Fei's face remained unchanged, and his eyes fell on the crew cut man, who turned out to be a half-step genius.

"This Freemason's Association is not simple." After seeing the strength of the man with a flat head, Ye Fei couldn't help but secretly thought.

Two half-step innate powerhouses, this is not an ordinary force that can be easily brought out. Even a first-class martial arts family only has a foundation-building state to sit in. Behind the two half-step innate, what kind of power is there? One can imagine the strength.

"Huh!" The invisible chain in front of him was already approaching at this moment, pointing at Ye Fei's figure with an ear-piercing whistling sound.

Ye Fei still didn't move a little bit, when the chain was less than three inches away from his body, a blue light suddenly flashed, which directly shattered the chain condensed by spiritual power.

"Tell Ye Mou, where is the headquarters of your Freemasonry Society, and I can leave your whole body." The expression on Ye Fei's face was gradually replaced by indifference.

These subordinates alone already have half a step of innate strength, and the so-called president is undoubtedly an innate strong man.

Such an existence, hiding in the dark and not knowing when it will attack the Ye family, can be described as a great hidden danger, and it must be uprooted as soon as possible.

"You ignorant boy, you just blocked the power of this seat's blow, so you swell up like this, trying to challenge my Freemasons, it's ridiculous." The short-haired man snorted, never paying attention to the person in front of him.

I saw that after he finished speaking, his whole body's aura surged, and he made a tactic in his hands at the same time, and there were bursts of reddish yellow light in his arms.

Looking at the momentum, it is obvious that it is a good martial arts method. After the red light condensed, the man's arms turned into two sharp and threatening short knives, and his figure flickered immediately, with a speed like a gust of wind.

"Chop off your hands first, let's see how rampant you are!" The flat-headed man shouted, and his figure was already approaching Ye Fei.

Before the words fell, without the slightest hesitation, the two red knives in his hands slashed down as if they had cut through the air, and swung them directly at Ye Fei's arms.

(End of this chapter)