The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 968

"Ye is not free, get out." Ye Fei gave a low voice, and his momentum froze.

After stepping into the half-step of spirituality, his spiritual perception has also strengthened a lot. The evil wind at this moment, in his opinion, should be just an incarnation.

What he saw before was just the incarnation of this person, even if it was blown away at this moment, it would be meaningless.

"Oh, I knew it, I can't talk to you." Yaofeng didn't get angry when he heard the words, but couldn't help but chuckled.

After he finished speaking, the black air condensed in his palm rolled and spread, and turned into a thick black fog in front of him, which looked a little weird.

Ye Fei fixed his eyes and raised his ice sword at the same time. He didn't like to talk nonsense, and if the person in front of him didn't move away, there was only one fight.

At this time, the black mist in front of him condensed and formed.

Not far ahead, in mid-air, the smile on Yaofeng's face remained unchanged, and suddenly he raised his hand to disperse the black mist, and immediately hundreds of soul slaves appeared in the center of the confrontation between the two.

"Patriarch Ye, I don't know you, do you know these people?" Yaofeng looked at Ye Fei meaningfully at this moment, and said with a smile.

The soul slave suddenly appeared, but at the moment Yaofeng, the aura on his body was still stable, and he didn't feel the slightest fighting spirit.

In the midair of the South China Sea, these hundreds of soul slaves were undoubtedly Huaxia Wuxiu. When Ye Fei saw these soul slaves, his gaze froze first, and his complexion changed slightly.

"them……"

"It's a disciple of the hidden sect of Huaxia who died in the treasure house of Tiangong, on the first floor." Ye Fei's mind became clear instantly, and he recognized the source of the hundreds of soul slaves in front of him at a glance.

In Penglai, South China Sea, after the opening of the Heavenly Palace, the descendants of the Huaxia Yinmen on the first floor suffered heavy losses.

Originally, Ye Fei, Meng Yuan and others, after leaving Tiangong, would suppress and deter the Western Martial Dao world in response to this matter, but there was no movement for a long time.

On the contrary, it was a war between the East and the West in the martial arts world, which started unknowingly under the impetus of the Dharma King Hall.

So much so that in the first floor of Tiangong, the fact that more than half of the Yinmen were killed or injured was left behind by Ye Fei.

"Yes, they are all soul slaves of this seat." Yaofeng smiled slightly, then raised his hand again, and took the soul slave in front of him into his body.

Obviously, it is impossible for Huaxia Yinmen to not know about this matter, but now they choose to close the mountain, so it can be seen that whether it is the Kunlun Snow Region or the top-level hidden doors, they have chosen to be silent by default.

"Ye Fei, I didn't lie to you."

"Since you are not willing to follow me to the Dharma King's Hall, I must remind you of something." The smile on Yaofeng's face was peaceful.

Judging by its appearance, it seems that it is already planning to give up.

Immediately, he spoke again: "The eight envoys of the Fawang Palace, Ziguang, Lanyan, Black Wind, Yushui, Honglian, Xuesha, Gu Li, and the last envoy of the White Palace, do you know who is the strongest among them? Who?"

Ye Fei was startled when he heard that.

According to the person in front of him, more than half of the eight palace envoys had fought against him.

Lanyan and Heifeng died in his hands. Gulisi vowed not to step into Huaxia again, and two more fled in a hurry. As for the strongest person, I am afraid it is none other than the purple light palace envoy in front of him. .

"What do you want to say?" Ye Fei pondered for a while, then whispered.

Yao Feng laughed again when he heard the words: "If you don't come with me, three days later, the eighth-ranked White Palace Envoy will definitely come looking for you. With your strength, you can't fight him."

"How strong is this person?" Ye Fei's eyes flashed, and he asked in a deep voice.

His current combat power can compete with the second level of robbery, and Ye Fei can't judge how strong he can erupt after stepping into the half-step supernatural power.

After all, before this, the strongest person he met was the Kunlun Patriarch Wan Zhuang who was sealed by him and crushed to death with the Juling Golden Cauldron.

"Three-layer calamity, and know the ancient method, even if I fight against it, I dare not say victory." Yaofeng responded directly without hesitation.

Except for the Purple Light Hall and the mysterious White Hall, there is not too much difference between each of the eight envoys of the Fawang Hall, and these two are undoubtedly the strongest among the eight envoys.

Triple Tribulation Realm, looking at the Eastern and Western martial arts worlds, it can be said to be one of the few.

And just as Ye Fei was thinking, he saw the demon wind in front of him, and suddenly bowed politely.

"What should be said, this seat has already told you."

"I'll see you in the main hall of the Dharma King Hall in three days..." Yaofeng chuckled, apparently he believed that the person in front of him had almost no chance if the White Palace envoy made a move.

After speaking, there was a faint breeze, and the person in front turned into a stream of light, and quickly disappeared in place.

In the middle of the South China Sea, Ye Fei was silent for a moment, his aura slowly restrained, but at this moment there was a trace of fighting intent in his eyes.

"Triple Tribulation Realm, Ye is waiting for you." Ye Fei murmured, then flashed his figure as well, and quickly stepped into the territory of Huaxia.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Fei wanted to see where his current limit was. In the second level of robbery, he could barely kill him. Now that he has stepped into half-step supernatural power, it is not impossible to fight in the third level of robbery.

Huaxia, Southwest Region.

After only half a moment, Ye Fei's figure appeared in the air above a barren mountain.

Here, there is a low mountain forest covering a large area. There are small mountain villages on the outskirts of the forest. The area is hundreds of miles away, and there is no trace of development, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Time passed quietly, the sun was setting, and dusk was approaching.

In the midair of the primeval jungle, Ye Fei's eyes flashed a cold light, his figure stepped forward, and soon appeared in the central area of ​​the jungle.

In mid-air, Ye Fei smiled slightly and looked down at his collar.

"Xuan'er, are you hungry?" The simple sentence really made people's heart tremble.

The ancient black snake is almost a bottomless pit. Its demand for energy has never been satisfied. Even after passing through the beast calamity, it can be controlled freely, but most of the time, Xuan'er still can't help but want to eat it.

"Hungry, hungry, you promised me that you will take Xuan'er to eat delicious food when you come back." In the sea of ​​consciousness, the voice of the ancient black snake echoed in Ye Fei's sea of ​​consciousness.

Ye Fei smiled lightly, nodded slightly, and then stopped talking.

In the middle of the air, the breath in his body condensed, and the coercion of the half-step divine realm swept across the surroundings.

"Lianhua sword."

"Break the mountain guard formation!"

Ye Fei snorted softly, and the ice sword in his palm burst out with terrifying ice power, and at the same time made a pleasant sword cry.

Raising his hand and cutting down, a icy mist sword light visible to the line of sight pierced through the air, and instantly fell like the center of the jungle below, above the seemingly ordinary upper valley.

"Bang, bang..."

The sword glow fell, followed by a loud bang.

At this moment, it was as if the entire jungle was trembling at this moment. Dazzling spiritual light erupted from the valley, and an invisible barrier was faintly visible at this moment.

And the next moment, with the erosion of the cold mist and sword light, cracks appeared in the defensive barrier.

"Crack." There was an ear-piercing sound of shattering, and the formation protecting the mountain was forcibly collapsed, and the hidden sect hidden in the formation fell into Ye Fei's sight at the same time.

In the valley, it is obvious that the mountain gate is located. After the barrier is broken, there is another cave in it.

"Why don't you, junior, dare to destroy my Feihongmen's mountain protection array!" A low shout came from within the valley.

In the next moment, hundreds of disciples of the hidden sect rushed out of the mountain gate under the leadership of a middle-aged man in a black robe who looked to be in his early forties. .

This Zhongnan man has a strong figure, long hair and shawls, and anger in his eyes. Judging from the aura on his body, his strength has reached the early stage of Yuanying.

Feihongmen, the land in the southwest, a first-class hidden door, its own strength cannot be underestimated. The entire southwest land is almost an existence standing on the top of the hidden door, just like Kunlun in the northwest, and the Zoroastrianism.

But the overall strength is undoubtedly much weaker than Kunlun.

"Let your sect masters come out." In mid-air, Ye Fei said in a low voice with a cold expression on his face.

He has some impressions of this hidden door. As for the strength of the head of the Feihong door, Ye Fei is not clear, but it is absolutely impossible to reach the robbery state.

Not far ahead, the middle-aged man's eyes turned slightly red when he heard the words.

"Hmph, junior, what are you?"

"I am the master of the Feihong Sect, so you can see it whenever you want?" The Zhongnan man snorted coldly. At this moment, he stepped into the air, and a spiritual light flashed in his palm, which turned out to be a long stick of white jade.

The whole body of this cudgel is jade white, the aura flickers on it, and the faint growl of the weapon spirit is looming, but it is extremely vague.

Even so, this magic weapon has undoubtedly reached the level of a spiritual weapon. Although the quality is low, it is undoubtedly a real spiritual weapon. It is no wonder that the people in front dare to rush forward like this.

In mid-air, Ye Fei's eyes were fixed, and a cold light flickered in his eyes at the same time.

"Are you looking for death?" There was a murderous air in the cold whisper.

When he raised his hand, the cold light rolled all over his body, and a terrifying coercion swept across the surroundings. He has never been a soft-hearted person, and Ye Fei will never hold back when the person in front of him wants to die.

In mid-air, the two were about to collide.

At this moment, a light, slightly anxious voice suddenly came from the crowd behind.

"stop!"

"Patriarch Ye, please be merciful."

Among the disciples of the Feihong Sect, a tall woman wearing a light red jumpsuit, with a long robe draped behind her head, with a good temperament and an extraordinary appearance, rushed out at this moment.

She obviously recognized Ye Fei, and she raised her hand to bow at the moment.

In the mid-air ahead, the middle-aged man froze abruptly after hearing the voice from behind, and a look of horror suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"He... is he the one from Jiangdong?"

"Hiss, I actually want to fight this person." The middle-aged man trembled, and after reacting, he quickly raised his hands and cupped his fists, and bowed respectfully to Ye Fei in front of him.

(End of this chapter)