The Peerless Master

"How dare you, you little thief! How dare you bully my uncle? You are looking for a beating!"

This shout could be said to be very loud. All of the people present, with the exception of some extremely powerful individuals, were so frightened by this shout that they began to tremble.

"Who is it?"

The youth suddenly frowned and retracted his hands that were originally attacking Chen Feng. He then moved back seven or eight steps with a serious look on his face.

Hearing the voice, Chen Feng smiled bitterly.

He recognized the owner of the voice. It was Zhang Hu's son, Zhang Wei. Yang.

Ever since Zhang Hu found out about Chen Feng's identity as his' Pill Ancestor's disciple ', he was unwilling to treat Chen Feng as his junior no matter what. Helpless, Chen Feng could only interact with Zhang Hu on the same level.

As such, he was Zhang Hu's son, Zhang Wei. Yang then turned into Chen Feng's nephew. Unfortunately, Zhang Hu was still stubborn enough to destroy Zhang. The last shred of reluctance in Yang's heart forced Zhang Feng to accept it. Yang recognized Chen Feng's little uncle.

Of course, among them, there was also Chen Feng who intentionally teased Zhang Feng. The composition of Yang, who was Zhang. Yang used to be like a firecracker in front of him?

The crowd parted. Yang walked into the inn with an ashen face.

After Chen Feng left, Zhang Hu had instructed him to protect Chen Feng closely. He did not expect that in the Azure Continent, there was actually someone who dared to violate the iron law of the Azure Continent and make a move inside the city.

"Sir, if we were to make a move within the Azure Continent, I'm afraid that it would be unjustifiable." Zhang. Yang's tone was filled with displeasure, "Besides, you dare to offend my uncle!"

When he said the word "uncle", Zhang Yang felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a dead rat. However, if he didn't call his son by that name, Zhang Hu would definitely beat him up.

Even though Zhang Yang had a casual personality, he was really afraid of his old man.

"I was wondering who it was. It turns out to be Zhang Wei from the Zhang Clan." "Yang!" The young man saw Zhang Feng. A trace of an icy cold smile was revealed on Yang's face.

"You know me?"

The youth did not directly answer, "Are you really going to stop me?"

"I'm not trying to obstruct you," he said. "It's my job to protect you, uncle!" Zhang Yang said firmly. His eyes were locked onto the young man's body as he prepared to take action.

"Today, I must take his life!" The young man's tone was cold but firm: "If you don't let me, I will kill you too!"

"Let's give it a try!" Zhang. Yang naturally wouldn't be afraid of him. With just his cultivation alone, he was already at the peak of the late stage of Soul Division. He was even slightly higher than the young man. However, he had a nagging feeling that this young man did not wish to just see it on the surface. Therefore, he did not dare to be the slightest bit careless!

Both sides clashed ferociously, waiting for the start of the battle.

At this moment, a hand was placed on Zhang Wei. Yang's shoulder.

Zhang Wen Yang turned around alertly to see Chen Feng.

"I'll solve my own problem!" Although Chen Feng's words were not heavy, they were filled with a strong determination.

Zhang Wen Yang frowned: "No! You are not his opponent! "

"Listen to uncle, be good …"

Chen Feng patted Zhang Feng. Yang's shoulder, regardless of whether the other party agreed or not, passed over the other party and stood opposite the young man.

"A lowly person will achieve his dream..." Zhang. In his heart, Yang Yang was truly flustered and exasperated. This fellow, he really thinks of himself as an elder.

"Come on, if you want to kill me, you'll have to break a few teeth!" Chen Feng said in a low voice. Waves of fighting spirit rose from him.

Facing a strong enemy, he was not afraid. If he hid behind someone every time, he would lose the aura of an expert.

An expert should have an aura of invincibility. Even if the sky were to collapse, he would still have to fight.

"Alright, remember who killed you! My name is Qiu Huan! " The young man chuckled. In the next moment, his body suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Qiu Huan?" Zhang. Yang suddenly felt that this name was very familiar, and he couldn't help but think for a moment. In the next moment, his expression changed greatly. "The young master of the Heaven Slaughter Divine Art, Qiu Huan, the new generation King of Assassins? "Not good, Chen Feng is in danger!"

Between thoughts, Zhang. Yang's gaze anxiously looked towards Chen Feng.

Chen Feng stood still on the spot, his eyes calm and indifferent.

However, what was different from the indifference in his eyes was that Chen Feng's spiritual energy was surging violently. Like a radar, he instantly scanned every corner of his body.

It was precisely because the opponent's battle style was primarily assassination that Chen Feng was confident in being able to hold onto his life under the opponent's attack. There was no other reason but his terrifying Spiritual Force.

"It's here!" Chen Feng had a thought. Under his incomparably powerful spiritual force, Chen Feng had already clearly seen Qiu Huan's figure.

It had to be said that Qiu Huan was an expert indeed. His understanding of the art of assassination had already reached an extremely high level. If not for Chen Feng's terrifying spiritual energy, even those who were slightly stronger than him would have fallen into his trap.

At this moment, Qiu Huan was actually lurking close to the ground, with no traces whatsoever.

Without any hesitation, Chen Feng raised his foot. On the bottom of his foot, a powerful lightning bolt flashed, bringing endless power to Chen Feng's right foot.

"Ta —"

Chen Feng's right foot quickly stomped down, causing Qiu Huan, who was moving stealthily against the ground, to be shocked.

The direction in which Qiu Huan was moving just happened to be where Chen Feng's footsteps landed. Even though he did not think that Chen Feng's kick would be able to injure him, he still did not have a good face.

"I will dodge!" Without any hesitation, Qiu Huan's body flickered as she changed her direction.

Even with his powerful assassination technique, his movements were still unnoticed.

The corner of Chen Feng's mouth revealed a trace of a smile. Within his smile, there was a faintly discernible sense of ridicule.

In the next moment, he struck out with his palm towards the left. The strength contained in the palm strike was astonishing, and it was accompanied by an ear-piercing sound as it pierced through the air.

"Eh? What was Chen Feng doing? There's clearly no one on his left. " Some of those familiar with Chen Feng frowned. They were all sweating for Chen Feng in their hearts.

In a battle, the most vulnerable point was the time to attack.

Chen Feng's aimless attack would expose his weak point. If he did not even understand this logic, then he was no longer worthy to be called the new generation King of Assassins.

However, the next moment, everyone's mouth gaped wide open.

As Chen Feng struck out with his palm, waves of ripples that could be seen with the naked eye were actually created wherever Chen Feng passed by. A human figure emerged from the ripples and fiercely collided with Chen Feng's palm.

"How did he know that Qiu Huan would be there? "Could it be that he was just fooling around?" The onlookers were all knowledgeable and experienced people, but they could not understand how Chen Feng had found a trace of Qiu Huan.

In the end, they could only conclude that Chen Feng had good luck.

The one who shared their thoughts was Qiu Huan, who had a depressed expression on his face. He was depressed because the assassination technique that he was most confident in had been broken by Chen Feng with a single kick.

"No, it must be luck. After that, you won't be so lucky! " Qiu Huan's expression turned serious as killing intent surged in her eyes.