The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 969
Jiangdong Ye's family, the young patriarch, is well-known in the Chinese martial arts world. Although many people have never actually seen it, Ye Fei's name has already spread throughout the entire Huaxia Yinmen.

"My servant, Duan Huafeng of the Feihong Gate, has met Patriarch Ye." Duan Huafeng said nervously, raising his hand.

In mid-air, Ye Fei's aura subsided. He lowered his head and glanced at the person in front of him, and then his eyes fell on the woman in red. He had seen this woman before in the Tang family.

"Chen Yan." Ye Fei said calmly, and spoke slowly.

In the middle of the valley ahead, the woman in red smiled when she heard the words.

"It's the little girl."

"Master Ye, my Feihong Sect has no quarrel with your Ye family. I don't know the reason why I have destroyed the mountain protection formation of my gate for no reason." Chen Yan's eyes flickered, and she raised her hand and said softly.

The person in front has a special status, but even Kunlun has to be courteous, so she naturally dare not show any disrespect.

Ye Fei looked as usual, and then glanced at Chen Yan in front of him.

Excluding those Feihong sect disciples in front of the valley, Chen Yan and Duan Huafeng should be the strongest in the sect, excluding the sect master.

"Ye Mou wants to explain the matter of Beihai and Nanhai." Ye Fei's eyes flickered slightly, staring at the person in front of him and said in a deep voice.

The Huaxia Yinmen's attitude of indifference to the war between the Eastern and Western martial arts circles provoked by the Dharma King's Palace has already touched Ye Fei's bottom line, and the martial arts family has paid enough.

Next, it's the turn of Huaxia Yinmen.

In the air ahead, Chen Yan couldn't help but change slightly when she heard the words. She is not a stupid person, of course she knows the meaning of the person in front of her.

"Patriarch Ye, this matter..."

"I don't know what the Patriarch wants to explain?" Chen Yan wanted to say something, but seemed to think of something, but hesitated to speak, then raised her head to look at Ye Fei, and asked softly.

In the air ahead, Ye Fei smiled lightly, as long as Yinmen is willing to pay the price, this matter is easy to talk about.

He was silent for a moment, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he looked towards the people in front of him.

"Spiritual weapon, one piece." Ye Fei said in a low voice.

"Yes." Chen Yan agreed without hesitation.

Ye Fei in front obviously hadn't finished speaking.

"Ten herbs that are more than a thousand years old."

"Well, the next sect master promises you."

"Also, [-] spirit crystals."

After Ye Fei finished speaking, his whole body concentrated, this was his minimum, except for this Feihong Gate, he would also go to other hidden gates in China one by one in person.

Since it is a big battle, the only ones who have no reason to lose are the Chinese martial arts family.

"This... is too much to ask for." Chen Yan frowned slightly, a spiritual weapon, ten thousand-year-old herbs, Feihongmen is already bleeding heavily, and [-] spirit crystals, all taken Inevitably hurt the root bone.

"how?"

"This is only for Feihongmen. Kunlun's price is far more than this." Ye Fei's eyes were calm. There was no reasonable explanation for this matter from Yinmen's side, and he would never let it go.

As soon as this remark came out, Chen Yan couldn't help shrinking her pupils. Hearing the meaning of the person in front of her, it seemed that even the top secret door in China was not going to let go.

This is a little too crazy, it is rumored that the last time this son was able to leave Kunlun alive, it was because of an expert to save him, otherwise, this Patriarch Ye would have been very cold.

"This, I can't decide." Chen Yan thought for a moment, and couldn't help shaking her head slightly.

At this time, Duan Huafeng, who was standing aside, seemed to have a somewhat volatile expression on his face. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't dare to speak. Facing Ye Fei, he felt great pressure in his heart.

In the ancient times below, the disciples of the Feihong Sect also had an ugly face. The sect has been passed down for hundreds of years. It has never been heard of a patriarch of a martial arts family extorting training resources.

In the air ahead, Ye Fei looked normal, then looked up at the sect below.

"Ye Mou came here not to discuss with you." The slightly indifferent voice spread around, and an invisible chill filled the air at this moment.

According to the rules of the martial arts world, with Ye Fei's identity, the master of the Feihong Sect should come out of the mountain to meet him in person.

But until now, this person has not shown up, it seems that Ye Fei is not in his eyes.

But at this moment, a majestic momentum suddenly rose in the valley below.

Perceived from the breath, it has already reached the level of psychic power. Except for the top hidden door in the northwest, in the first-class hidden door, there are very few strong people with psychic state.

"Hmph, junior from the aristocratic family, don't be presumptuous."

"You want nothing!"

In the deep voice, there was a bit of anger, and it echoed in the air.

Then, a man wearing a long robe, with a lean figure and long hair curled up, and an ordinary-looking man, stepped into the air at this moment, with a blue light flashing all over his body, which can be described as extraordinary.

This person's face was sharp, and there was a sense of aloofness in those small eyes, and his aura vaguely suppressed the audience.

"Chen Yan, Duan Huafeng."

"I'll wait, I've seen the sect master." In mid-air, the two people in front quickly raised their hands and cupped their fists, and bowed at this moment.

This person is obviously the master of the Feihong Sect, a martial artist at the early stage of the Divine Ability Realm.

"Disciple, meet the sect master!"

The disciples of Shanggu below showed excitement in their eyes at this moment. The appearance of the sect master gave them confidence in their hearts. Most of them showed sharp eyes at the same time, swept towards Ye Fei in front, and sometimes let out a few cold snorts.

In mid-air, the master of Feihong Sect glanced around and nodded slightly at the same time.

After a moment of silence, this person looked down at the destroyed mountain protection array, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Bold Ye Fei, how can you make mistakes in the southwest land."

"Destroy my mountain gate formation, even if you have Fu Cangtian backing you, you still have to give an explanation to this sect." The master of Feihong sect, with his aura constantly rising, yelled angrily while staring at Ye Fei in front of him.

After he finished speaking, a flash of inspiration flashed when he raised his hand, and a golden giant sword fell into his palm.

This sword has an extremely wide body, dark golden in color, covered with runes and seals, bursting out bursts of spiritual light, and there is a faint shadow of a tiger flashing and roaring on the edge of the giant sword.

This treasure is undoubtedly a spiritual weapon, and its quality is not low.

"The master is mighty!"

"Juniors from aristocratic families dare to shout."

"Kill this person, to shake the power of this sect..."

"..."

In the upper valley below, those disciples of the Feihong Sect couldn't help but speak one after another.

But in the middle of the sky at this moment, the expressions on the faces of Chen Yan and Duan Huafeng became more and more difficult to see. The Feihong Gate was in the southwest, so they almost dominated one side.

In the southwest martial arts world, this sect is the only one, and he has the power to reach the gods.

Even if he had heard of Ye Fei's name before, with the personality of the sect master, he probably wouldn't take him seriously.

"Junior Sister, you are the one who knows the situation in the martial arts world best. Can the sect master fight that Ye Fei?" Duan Huafeng, who was on the side, restrained himself from asking when he saw this scene.

Under the circumstances at this time, a big war is obviously inevitable.

"Sect Master." Chen Yan hesitated to speak, and could not help shaking her head slightly at this moment.

According to her information, the person from the Ye family is a person who even Kunlun is afraid of three points, how can he be an enemy of this person with only a Feihong gate.

But at this time, in mid-air, the master of the Feihong Sect was so imposing that he took a step forward with the giant sword in his hand.

"Flying rainbow gate, gate master Hongyuan."

"Junior, you dare to fight!" Hong Yuan raised his sword and pointed the sword forward at this moment, his voice was very loud, echoing in the mid-air of the jungle.

As soon as this remark came out, all the disciples below suddenly burst into excitement, and all cast reverent gazes.

Hong Yuan smiled, he seemed to enjoy this feeling very much, and the momentum on his body at this moment rose a little bit again.

In the mid-air ahead, Ye Fei couldn't help showing a strange look when he heard this. He signed up and threatened to fight. This is the martial arts world.

"Ye family, Patriarch Ye Fei, please." Ye Fei breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time the ice sword in his hand froze, and raised the sword in return.

Not far ahead, Hong Yuan's eyes flashed when he heard the words.

There was hardly any hesitation, only to see the giant sword in hand, with an afterimage of his figure, and the next moment he appeared in front of Ye Fei.

"It's only a half-step into the gods, and you dare to be arrogant in front of our sect, it's just asking for humiliation." Hong Yuan shouted loudly, and at the same time the golden giant sword in his hand fell, bringing out a sharp sword aura.

The power of the early stage of the gods can be said to not be underestimated.

The huge golden sword drew a golden glow in the midair, and even made the sound of piercing through the sky.

"This sword."

"It seems...just a sword." The expression on Ye Fei's face was extremely strange at the moment.

It seems that this grand master didn't even comprehend the power of the boundary veins, and the gap between the two was definitely not as weak as it seemed on the surface.

Above the head, the sword light fell, but Ye Fei didn't draw the sword at the moment. He raised his palm, and the cold mist surged in the palm, and a terrifying ice force condensed a layer of ice on the top of his head.

"Bang, bang!" The golden sword fell and stood firmly on the ice.

The explosive sound was deafening at this moment, and the force of the countershock spread all over the place at the same time.

Ye Fei smiled lightly, and the cold frog on his arm surged upwards, covering the body of the golden sword in an instant, and the master of the Hongmen, seeing that the situation was not good, let go of his right hand holding the sword, and dodged towards Back away.

"The response is good." Ye Fei chuckled, and the cold mist slowly restrained himself.

Above the head, the ice layer dissipated, and the dark golden giant sword fell into his hand at the same time.

The confrontation between the two was just the beginning, but it seemed to be over. The master of the Feihong Sect took several steps back, and after stabilizing his figure, his face revealed a look of unwillingness.

The spiritual power in the body instantly condensed and rushed forward again.

"Junior of the aristocratic family, don't be complacent, the sect master hasn't lost yet!" Hong Yuan shouted angrily, a strong blue light glowed all over his body, and the speed of his body flashing also increased several times in an instant.

(End of this chapter)