Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Little trash, you're really different?" From the forest not far away, a fat figure slowly turned around. With a sneer on his face, he stared at the Ye Feng in front of him.

"Zhao Tianle?" A strange look flashed across Ye Feng's eyes.

The one following them from behind was actually Zhao Tianle?

Originally, Zhao Tianle had planned to invite Shopkeeper Zhang back early in the morning after being scolded by the Manor Lord. He had not expected to see the scene of Ye Feng entering the marketplace and selling medicinal herbs in the "Hundred Grass House". He was not an idiot. Just by thinking about what had happened after he contacted them, he had already guessed that Ye Feng might be hiding an enormous secret, which was why he did not care about his status and followed secretly.

"Little trash, where is Zhao Hann? Where were Zhao Huo and Zhao Huo? Also, how did you gather those elixirs!? Honestly speaking, this Deacon might consider letting you live! "

Zhao Hann had disappeared for a long time but Zhao Huo and Zhao Yong did not seem to be around either. These people's disappearance were all related to Ye Feng, if Ye Feng really had a secret, then perhaps these three people were already …

His face darkened and a haze hung over him.

But Zhao Tianle did not associate the "Qi Condensation Powder" with Ye Feng, it was too unbelievable.

"Deacon, you seem to miss them a lot?"

Facing the other party's expression, Ye Feng did not comment and instead revealed a faint smile.

"How dare you!"

Hymn...

Zhao Tianle snorted, the Longsword danced, and thrusted out.

The three foot long Longsword was like a dragon entering the sea, piercing towards Ye Feng's chest with an ear-piercing sound, moving as fast as lightning.

There was no doubt that he did not have the patience to argue with Ye Feng. As far as Zhao Tianle was concerned, as long as he could take Ye Feng down, no matter how many secrets he spat out, they would still be useless.

If it was the Ye Feng from before, he would probably have been flustered facing Zhao Tianle's sword attack, and even his legs would have been chopped off by.

But at that moment, Ye Feng was no longer a ignorant fool.

"Your momentum is quite good, but unfortunately, your speed is too slow!"

He shook his head and with a flash, he left a faint afterimage as he dodged the sword's blade.

"Blood Exchange Stage?"

Zhao Tianle's pupils contracted.

"Little trash, I didn't think that you would actually advance into the Blood Exchange Stage. This Deacon will definitely not let you go. Today, it will be hard for you to escape death. " He circulated the inner strength in his body, suddenly stomped his foot, and flew out like an arrow, the sword images shooting towards Ye Feng.

When the sword was unleashed, one after another sword images completely sealed off Ye Feng's escape route.

"This Sword Shadow Devil Dance of mine is a middle grade yellow-rank martial skill. Let's see how you dodge it!" Zhao Tianle sneered.

"Chi!"

The air was pierced in an instant, and the white sword shadows formed layers upon layers, sealing off the space.

"Break for me!"

Ye Feng revealed a smirk, his fists striking out consecutively, the tyrannical force striking on the sword images, with a force that could tear apart rotten wood, the sword beams that filled the sky all shattered.

Boom!

The sound of air exploding rang out unceasingly, and a strong force swept through the four directions, causing sand and rocks to fly everywhere.

"How is that possible? Even though I only used seventy to eighty percent of my strength, a trash who has just entered the Blood Exchange Stage is not someone that can easily resist me."

Zhao Tianle's face changed as he started to pay more attention.

How would he know that Ye Feng's "Hundred Beast King Fist" was a profound tier fist technique, especially since Ye Feng had already mastered the first move to the Initial Stage. Furthermore, because the Evergreen And Everlasting Vein had consumed a lot of spirit medicine, whether it was strength or speed, Ye Feng was stronger than Zhao Tianle.

"Eat my sword!" Sword Light Meteor! "

This time, Zhao Tianle used all his strength and flew up.

A dazzling sword light sliced through the air like a meteor falling to the ground. A majestic blood qi was mixed within the sword light, its aura soaring to the heavens.

"Barbarian Cow Subjugation!"

Ye Feng suddenly turned around, and punched straight at Zhao Tianle's head from top to bottom. His speed was fast, and his strength was strong, making it hard to guard against.

Zhao Tianle was shocked, he felt like he had drilled into Ye Feng's fist, this punch was full of power, even if it could pierce through his body, his head would definitely be smashed into pieces by's fist.

Damn it, who am I, and who is Ye Feng?

On what basis would they perish together with him?

He retracted his attack, turned the thrust into defense, and raised his sword to block Ye Feng's fist.

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth revealed a hint of ridicule. A punch that descended from the sky was like pulling apart rotten wood. With a crisp sound, the Longsword in Zhao Tianle's hand was smashed into two pieces by Ye Feng's fist, and like rotten wood, it was smashed into two.

Puff …

The fist not only broke the sword, but it also had an unending momentum and ruthlessly slashed at Zhao Tianle's shoulder. If not for the fact that reacted fast enough and shifted his head in the nick of time, the broken sword in his hand might have cut off his own neck.

"Ah …" How could you be so strong? Also, what technique did you use just now? "

With a miserable scream, Zhao Tianle was pressed down to his knees by a vast amount of energy, causing the rocks on the ground to shatter.

With his peak Blood Exchange Stage, he could unleash a middle grade Yellow Rank martial skill. Against a empty-handed Ye Feng, he had never imagined that he would be easily defeated by Ye Feng, and even heavily injured.

"Zhao Tianle, the day of your viciousness has come to an end. I'll send you off to see Zhao Huo and the others …" Ye Feng's tone carried a tinge of killing intent, and her voice was cold.

"Good, good, good, I never thought that you would be so patient. I, Zhao Tianle, have been regretful at the time, and did not kill you when you were just a sprout." Zhao Tianle, who had barely managed to raise his head, had boundless hatred shooting out from his eyes.

The conflict between the two was irreconcilable. When Ye Feng came to this world, the first person that he had to kill was Zhao Tianle.

Ye Feng definitely would not think of letting him go, his fist shook, and was about to smash towards his door.

With this punch, let alone a human's head, even a piece of limestone would break into pieces. But at this moment, a shout not too far away sounded out, "Wait!"

"Ye Feng, although there is something wrong with Zhao Tianle, his surname is Zhao, he is my Zhao Family's Deacon, you cannot kill him!"

A figure appeared, his face was filled with arrogance. Even if he was begging for mercy for Zhao Tianle, his voice revealed an unshakeable tone.

Of course Ye Feng recognized this person, it was his young master, Zhao Lun.

Because they were of similar age, Zhao Lun and Ye Feng were once playmates when they were young. However, ever since Ye Tian had disappeared and Zhao Dapeng had gained control of the city, the relationship between the two of them had weakened. In recent years, Zhao Lun had even become a young master who stood on high ground.

If there was not the connivance of Zhao Lun and his son behind his back, how could the Zhao Family members bully Ye Feng without fear?

"On what basis?" Ye Feng looked at Zhao Lun, and said word by word.

Zhao Lun's face tightened and his expression became sluggish. He had clearly not thought that "Ye Feng would not give him face", and after that, he saw Ye Feng kick his chest, directly sending him flying.

"Even if I kill him a hundred times, I still won't be able to quell the hatred in my heart!"

With an explosive shout, Ye Feng struck out continuously with his palm!