Supreme Medicinal God

Yun Yuanzhi reminded: "Mr. Ye, these two old guys are probably Taiyimen elders. It is estimated that they are both over a hundred years old. This skill may have already surpassed the innate peak state. You must be careful."

Yun Yuejian also frowned and said: "Brother Ye, there are so many of them, can you handle it?"

Seeing the grandfather and grandson worrying about themselves, Ye Feng smiled, his face relaxed.

"Master fights are not based on winning by more people, no more ants, but no anteaters. I specialize in this kind of guy who relies on people to bully and few people. You will see how I beat them crying and crying ."

Yun Yuejian kept worrying about Ye Feng, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, but he was amused, and his face was blushed: "I believe you, Brother Ye, come on."

The old man with the silver ring in his hands stared at Ye Feng with death. His eyes were full of hatred, and he wished to swallow Ye Feng alive.

His voice sounded like a male duck barking, shouting arrogantly: "Little kid, are you Ye Feng?"

Seeing that the old man was so arrogant, Ye Feng scorned: "Oh, your voice is really unpleasant. I usually meet people like you, my grandpa, I don’t care about it, but looking at you a lot of age, my grandpa respects the old and loves the young. Tell you, my uncle is Ye Feng, who are you?"

The old man who was beaten by Ye Feng at one time, wearing a silver ring in his hand, was blowing his beard with anger and was about to attack.

A black-faced old monster like an old man, reaching out to stop his companion, he smiled and said: "You are the one who cut off my apprentice's arm, what I thought it would be, it turned out to be a little boy with a hairy head. My apprentice is really The worse the practice, the worse, I will pass on the Taiyimen Millennium Foundation to him, and I was defeated by a child."

The old man with the silver ring in his hand has special respect for the black-faced old monster: "Brother, aren't you cultivating? I blame me for being useless and not optimistic about Xiao Yueyue, and let him be cut off by others. I will definitely help you teach this kid today. "

Ye Feng almost vomited, actually called Yue Zhuoqun called Xiao Yueyue, these two old guys are too disgusting.

Ye Feng continued to ridicule them: "Can you two make a face, and return to Yueyue, shouting so nauseously, do you want me to call you Xiaobaibai, Xiaoheihe?"

The two old men, but the Taiyimen are the elders above the sect master Yue Zhuoqun. Everyone who meets is respectful. Ye Feng dares to laugh at them.

Behind the group of serious-looking big men, there were several who were about to be teased by Ye Feng. In front of the grandfather, no one dared to laugh, but could only suppress the smile.

The black-faced old man couldn't see his face clearly, but his eyes were so cold that he could drip water, and he was absolutely half angry.

The white-faced old man was flushed with rage: "Boy, we just wanted to buy medicine, even if you are so rampant, I don’t want your life today. I have lived in vain for a hundred years."

"If I don't kill you, my black face is impermanent and I'm alive."

The Taiyimen's black and white is impermanent, but they are all the same figures as the Master Mingyue, who have arrived in the world without eating fireworks, breaking their seven emotions and six desires, and only seeking the realm of Taoism into immortality.

But these two, it seems that six of them are impure, still moving their hearts for common things.

Whoever listened to the older generation of ancient martial arts was not moved by it, and felt awe in their hearts. Ye Feng had never heard of their name, and the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers.

Again, Ye Feng doesn’t like the way he looks at two old people and sells old ones, and he deliberately stimulates them, with a look of disdain: "The two of you have already lived in vain, but it has nothing to do with me. Don’t let me bear it."

"Boy, you are dead."

White-facedly gritted his teeth, and punched Ye Feng's face with a punch.

The congenital realm is divided into congenital pre, middle, post, and congenital peak realm.

Several major suzerains claim to have entered the congenital peak realm, but in fact they have only a glimpse of the path. From the late congenital to the congenital peak realm, and black and white impermanence is the real person who has entered the congenital peak realm.

The unremarkable punch is as fast as lightning. The internal force contained in that punch is like a row of mountains and seas. It is stronger than Yue Zhuoqun. I don't know how many times.

Faced with a strong enemy, Ye Feng did not have any fear, but instead had such an indescribable excitement and excitement.

Just like facing Master Mingyue, that excitement stimulated the nerves in his body.

Although he derogated from black and white impermanence as much as possible, but he did not despise it at all. His eyes were calm and calm, and he punched back intently.

He secretly shouted: "Surge."

Seven layers of surge, two fists intersecting, an invisible undercurrent, rushing in all directions.

Both black and white impermanence changed their complexions, and the expert reached out his hand to know if there was any.

They heard that Ye Feng had won the title of Gu Wu Zhizun, but when he saw him in person, he was a hairy guy, thinking that Ye Feng had won the championship with a conspiracy, and looked down on Ye Feng from his heart.

But judging from Ye Feng's fight back, it was quite similar to Bai Mian.

On the surface, the two played a tie, and no one suffered a loss, but for black and white impermanence, they had already lost their face, but they were the top elders of the Taiyimen elders. Go out, do they still have faces in the ancient martial world?.

The white-faced impermanence is even more shocking. Don't look at Ye Feng's return to the punch, which is comparable to his own, but the dark energy in it, one after another, is like a layer of waves, one wave is more fierce than the other, when it reaches the seventh level , Making him panic.

Ye Feng was also secretly surprised, worthy of being the elder of Taiyimen. He made a seven-fold surge, and the other party easily took over, but his face changed slightly.

Ye Feng said with a sneer: "White face old man, come and go not to be rude, you punch me, I have to give you a palm, otherwise people will say that I do not respect the old and love the young."

"Jiao Tao."

Ye Feng turned his fist into a palm, and the Emperor of Thailand made four strikes in the second form.

It was a palm, but it was divided into three directions, eighteen angles, and sixty-four changes.

Boom, countless wind-like energies rippling outwards, black and white impermanence did not feel anything, the big man standing behind them was attacked by the wind, blown up and down, could not stand the formation, one after another, some even darkened He fell to the ground.

For a time, people turned their horses upside down, embarrassed, and they no longer looked like the mighty calm just now.

One by one, he was shocked, afraid of being affected by Ye Feng and Bai Wuchang's energies, and sent his life in a muddle, retreating for more than ten meters.

Black and white without common disciples and apprentices is incompetent, blowing his beard glared, but helpless.

Hei Changchang interjected: "Boy, I'm a bit of a door. Who is your master? Looking at your skill, it's not like the innocent disciple, it's a bit like the skill of the Nanhai Tianlangmen."

"I look like Tianshan's strength."

Black and white impermanence has been mixed in the ancient martial arts for a hundred years, racking his brains, and can't figure out what Ye Feng's fist road is. I only heard that he has inherited the naive master.

(End of this chapter)