Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"I am already Jinhua Shangcheng disciple. If you insist on killing me, you will be the enemy of Jinhua Shangcheng..."

At the critical moment of life and death, how can Ye Feng be willing to bow down and die? He shouted angrily at once.

"Ha ha... Take Jinhua to the city to press me? Boy, your calculation is wrong. Jinhua to the City recruits nearly 100 disciples from Tianning and Tianqi counties every year. What's the matter with one less? Even if you know, it's hard not to become a little disciple of you and fight against our youth family?"

The middle-aged man in Qingyi didn't take what Ye Feng said to heart at all. A contemptuous smile appeared on his face. Looking at Ye Feng, he said again: "not to mention... The one in Jinhua City won't live long. How can he have time to pay attention to the trouble of a new disciple."

Wow

After saying this, a large amount of blood surged behind him and spread to all directions.

The breath like a mountain and river rushed to the sky. Only the strong pressure erupted made Ye Feng's face change greatly.

"If you can kill Qinghua with this cultivation, you must have some cards. If you hand them all over, I'll leave you a whole corpse."

The man's eyes came proudly. Dala stretched out a hand. On the tip of his finger, a faint light began to shine.

In his eyes, Ye Feng is just a small martial artist in the virtual environment of the lower city, which is no different from an ant.

Ye Feng secretly complained.

Some people tried to kill him and didn't give themselves extra opportunities,.

"Stop! You're a great man in the king's territory. You've come all the way to kill me. Surely it's not just to avenge Qinghua? Yes... Maybe you want the fetal chemical pulse in my body?"

"Hum... If I die, the foetus will disappear."

Ye Feng quickly turned his mind and flashed to Wu Ji.

He will never give up until the last minute.

Even in the face of an invincible opponent, Ye Feng has to do everything possible to find a way to live.

Hearing Ye Feng's words, the middle-aged man in Qingyi was stunned, but he quickly showed a sneer on his face and said, "it's just a martial vein. I didn't put it in my eyes..."

That said, the pace was a little slow and did not approach too close.

This person naturally knows the weight of the foetal Huawu pulse. The endless city is famous for the whole Shenwu. The powerful reward given by the endless tower is what countless martial artists dream of. Even the most powerful in the Holy Land and the divine land should be jealous.

"Don't believe what this little beast said... This man has a lot of nonsense, none of which is true!"

At this time, a void several miles away from the rear showed a ripple like vibration, from which a somewhat embarrassed figure appeared, with disheveled hair, haggard appearance and lifeless body.

"The later stage of the kingdom!"

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi immediately became alert, and the vast blood gas surging on his body quickly locked the visitor.

"Are you elder Qingyun of Kaiyuan Shangcheng? I, Han Santong of Juling sword sect, came to hunt down this little beast under the orders of Ningbao master and our sword master..."

The visitor opened his mouth quickly, and a dry face appeared in his long hair. It was old man Han.

He was told his name by the other party. The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi glanced at old man Han several times to confirm that the other party was not lying.

On the way, he received news from the clan. The three factions sent a king level expert to intercept Ye Feng. It should be this half dead old man.

Speaking of it, I hurried here to prevent the foetal chemical weapon pulse from falling into the hands of others.

Therefore, although Qingyun's breath relaxed a little, he still didn't move away from elder Han. Obviously, he didn't completely rest assured of the dead old man.

"Han... Elder? How did you look like this?"

After frowning, Qingyun looked at old man Han and showed some disgust on his face. At the moment, Han Chang's old clothes are ragged, and there are still a lot of blood stains on his body. Coupled with the putrid and dead smell, there is no master in the later half of the king's territory. It looks like a dying old beggar.

When he was touched to the pain, old man Han's eyes almost burst out fire. Looking at Ye Feng, he said darkly, "the little beast is crafty. I was confused by his words just now. An carelessness caught his way!"

"Is there such a thing?"

Qingyun's voice was suspicious, and his eyes showed a touch of contempt.

A mere empty realm can make a king so embarrassed in the later stage? It was the old man who put his foot in the coffin, didn't he?

"Hum... The little beast is strong and can trigger the thunder flame..."

Han Chang's old face is gloomy and terrible.

Even Wang Jing wanted to hurt him. Unexpectedly, the boat capsized in the gutter. Especially after feeling Qingyun's contempt, his anger became more prosperous.

"According to my will, take him down first, directly discard him to the Dantian, and then arrest the Wu pulse, which can be safe!"

"Need such trouble?"

“……”

The two discussed without taboo, which made Ye Feng and Wu Ji complain incessantly.

It rains every night.

An unreasonable elder of the Green family may be able to play tricks like old man Han, but the immortal of the Juling sword sect was present, and all the means could not be used.

Two great masters in the later stage of the kingdom are eyeing each other. How can they escape from Shengtian?

"What should I do?"

Wu Ji asked Ye Feng with an ugly face.

Such a situation, ordinary people have no chance to encounter.

Ye Feng, frowning, couldn't help glancing at the two people opposite. At such a dangerous juncture, he calmed down.

"For today's sake, we can only try to delay time... Wu Ji, I will try to let you leave first. You quickly return to the city and ask the city master to help..."

Handing over a comforting look, Ye Feng whispered.

"Procrastinate... You want to support me and let me live?"

Wu Ji's heart hurt when she picked up her beautiful eyes, but her voice was incomparably cold. "My aquarium royal family is not a shrinking turtle. I want to die together. If the princess frowns, she is not a hero!"

The two masters in the later stage of the king's territory joined hands, and Ye Feng couldn't resist a finger. Where could he delay any time.

"No, no... you don't know. I still have a backhand. I need you to cooperate with me... Otherwise, you and I will be buried here." some warmth floated in my heart, and Ye Feng shook his head reluctantly.

He really doesn't want to implicate Wu Ji.

"What?... what cards do you have?"

Wu Ji looked up in surprise. Seeing the firm eyes in Ye Feng's eyes, she couldn't help thinking of the miracles Ye Feng had shown in the past. Deep in her heart, she also raised some hope.

"Give me all the spirit stones on you. I'm useful. Then go back to the city quickly and move the soldiers. Life and death... In one fell swoop."

"Be sure to act according to your circumstances!"

With a deep nod, he turned to see that Qingyun and old man Han on the side roughly agreed. Ye Feng knew that he must make a quick decision. Then he shouted, "stop! I'm willing to hand over the Wu pulse first, but you need to promise me one thing."

"What a delusion! What a trick!"

"Elder Qingyun, don't waste too much words with the little beast. After catching it, he will directly waste it to the Dantian and let me drain his vitality."

Old man Han, with his bitter eyes, ignored Ye Feng's words, stretched and shrunk his thin fingers, and quickly grabbed Ye Feng's Dantian