Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Duan Tianming and Wang Po both found the strange move of the ghost old devil. Although they didn't understand why the other party was so, they were alert immediately.

Ye Feng's face was also dignified, and his majestic spiritual force ran quietly, covering up his own breath and Yuan force fluctuation.

This dark looking elder of the king's territory of the demon yuan sect should have recognized his identity.

He quietly ran his spirit to protect his God sea.

The elder of the demon sect King's territory who stared at him obviously had a bad intention.

If the old devil wants to kill himself and give himself a mental shock, even if ye Feng's mental power is equally strong, he will still be seriously injured under the surprise attack of the powerful in the king's territory.

And it's not a good thing to be watched by a king of martial arts at the peak of the early stage.

When he was attacked by the Old Quebec monster, he already understood the gap between himself and the king's territory. He even nearly died under the Old Quebec monster. Now the elder of the opposite magic yuan sect is obviously better than the Old Quebec monster. How can Ye Feng not be vigilant?

"The ghost old devil majored in mental strength and was powerful. Ye Feng, he stared at him now. He must have some ghost idea in his heart. You... Be careful."

Duantianming whispered in the dark, telling Ye Feng with concern.

Wang Po also nodded firmly to Ye Feng. The meaning of love in his eyes is self-evident.

With Ye Feng's talent, even the so-called four great geniuses of the right path can't be compared. Moreover, qianniazhai and Xingxiang temple have been helped by Ye Feng. Their love for Ye Feng is no less than that of their own talented disciples.

"Elder Duan, elder Wang, don't worry. I should be safe. I will take care of one or two disciples of qianniazhai and Xingxiang temple..." Ye Feng nodded confidently.

At this time, the Purdue monk of benlei temple also noticed the beautiful young man behind Duan Tianming.

This son's cultivation is obviously not worth mentioning. Why do these powerful people in the king's territory, whether they are demons, pay so much attention to him?

It's not supposed to be. There are only four virtual realms. I'm afraid this cultivation is the lowest among all the virtual realms in the presence.

He was very curious.

At the moment, hearing Ye Feng's boastful tone, his eyes showed a touch of indifference and disdain.

The cultivation level is not high, but the tone is not small.

As for the other disciples of Benlei Temple behind Pudu, listening to a martial artist with only four levels of cultivation in the virtual environment calmly say such big words, many people laugh, and some even ridicule directly: "You can protect yourself and take care of me? Haha... Which sect disciple is this funny? Is it because the war is coming, he deliberately told a joke to make us relax?"

"There are four levels of emptiness. If you can protect yourself from danger, you will see a ghost. I'm afraid that once the war starts, the boy will have no bones!"

"Let him go. Bragging is not against the law anyway..."

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Among all the disciples of benlei temple, only Yuantong and Mingtong brothers looked at Ye Feng calmly, but the solemn color that occasionally flashed in the depths of their eyes showed that their hearts were not as calm as they appeared on the surface.

"Awesome!"

"It's only a short period of time... How did this boy climb to the quadruple of emptiness?"

"Isn't his combat power more powerful than it was?"

"Be sure to pay more attention later. Although the purpose of our trip is not this person, it would be a merit if we could take care of it easily..."

"If the scene is unfavorable, I'm afraid..."

The two kept whispering and communicating in secret.

The two men seemed to be worried about something in the dark, and a ray of anxiety flashed in the depths of their eyes from time to time. However, soon, they seemed to think of something again. A sinister light in their eyes slipped quietly, and soon returned to a peaceful monk.

Listening to the bursts of ironic laughter and ironic eyes, Ye Feng was as light as a cloud, and there was no unhappy friendship at all.

His own strength and weakness do not depend on others. As long as he does not touch the bottom line and principles, Ye Feng is too lazy to pay attention to these monks.

And now everyone's biggest opponent is the demon sect. Why spend your lips to let the disciples of the demon sect see jokes?

He doesn't care about ridicule, but it doesn't mean that the disciples of astrology and qianniazhai don't care.

In the eyes of these two disciples, Ye Feng is just like a God and a man. How can a group of frogs at the bottom of the well mock him wantonly?

"Hum!"

"When the enemy is present, he doesn't think about how to kill demons, but provokes trouble? Is that how the elder of Benlei Temple taught his disciples?"

Xuanjing was angry and was about to make a voice for Ye Feng, but before she stood up from the disciples of the star view, she heard Sun Peng, the elite disciple of qianniazhai, face back mercilessly.

The sharp tone made Ye Feng look at him with admiration. Unexpectedly, this elegant elite disciple of qianniao Zhai was so upright.

"Yes, a group of bald donkeys are actually laughing at others. Can you imagine the strength of younger martial brother Ye Feng?"

"Elder martial brother, you are wrong. They are not frogs at the bottom of the well. They... Are donkeys at the bottom of the well!"

"Hahaha..."

Other astrology disciples also spoke angrily.

There is a deep gap between Xingxiang temple and benlei temple. The two schools have always been hostile to each other and dislike each other. Therefore, they disgust the monks of benlei temple. Naturally, they have no psychological burden.

"Bold."

"What are you talking about?!"

On the side of benlei temple, one of the loudest monks was angry and wanted to fight back, but as soon as he said a word, he found that almost all the astrology and qianniazhai brothers were staring at themselves with a cold face. He was immediately startled, chatted back and lost his momentum.

What's going on?

Is this man from astrology or qianniazhai?

Why are the two disciples willing to offend the whole benlei temple and defend him?

Ye Feng was like a nobody. He didn't seem to listen to all kinds of voices at all. He looked at the devil and the Tianji Temple disciples who were still struggling to resist, and frowned.

"Elder Duan, elder Wang, it's not too late. I'll take someone to support Tianji hall first!"

The strong in the king's realm are afraid of each other's restraint and dare not start easily, but it does not affect the action of the martial arts in the virtual realm.

At the moment, the Tianji hall was obviously downwind and was surrounded and suppressed by fighters several times their own.

Even Ning Chen was exhausted because he was in charge of Tianji Yunfeng sword array. He had to swallow pills to recover his strength under the protection of several disciples.

The situation has almost reached a critical point.

Wang Po and Duan Tianming nodded.

Under the gaze of the strange eyes projected from the benlei temple, Ye Feng stretched out his hand and led the astrology and qianniazhai virtual realm disciples down the battlefield below