Chapter 14

"Don't pretend. You don't look like the daughter of a rich family, or you won't even have a guard?"

"I Pooh. Miss Ben went into the big black forest to hunt the lowest and most inferior monster flame tiger? Do you need to take a guard? Your brain teased you!" the unruly girl shouted angrily.

Ye Feng naturally scoffs at this. If he hadn't delayed the flame tiger, the giant tiger could chase her to the ends of the earth.

"You, what's your expression? Ha ha, it seems that you don't believe that Miss Ben has this strength?" the unruly girl smiled angrily, and a thick evil spirit flashed above her head. However, after a burst of ups and downs in her chest, she forced herself to calm down and quickly threw out a withered and yellow book, "I can't give you one hundred liang of gold. It's not that I didn't bring it. It just happens that I didn't bring it. You have a lot of brute force, but you haven't learned martial arts. It's cheap for you."

"What's the matter?" Ye Feng reached out and took it. The withered and yellow book was thin, with four words "king of beasts fist" on it.

"What's the matter? The country buns just don't have the knowledge. The beast king fist is a mysterious martial skill handed down by my young lady. It's worth more than a hundred liang of gold, not to mention a hundred Liang. You can't buy a thousand Liang." the unruly girl raised her head and said proudly.

"Xuanjie? Why don't you say Tianjie? You little girl just likes to boast. Forget it. I don't bully women. I'll take it. The tiger belongs to you. Let's settle down." he casually stuffed the withered and yellow books into his arms. Ye Feng shook his head and walked away

"Your name is Ye Feng?"

"Give me the ability, miss. I'll stop!"

"Smelly leaf maple and dead leaf maple say I love bragging?"

"Hum, don't let Miss Ben see you in the King City!"

While stamping her feet, she looked at the distant figure and scolded. Until the figure in the woods disappeared completely, she felt unwilling to toot her mouth, walked to the huge flame tiger body, and angrily stretched out her slender white right hand.

There is a humble bronze ring on the index finger.

Her wrist shook, the bronze ring shone slightly, and the tiger corpse several feet long and thousands of kilograms on the ground disappeared immediately. Then she stared at the direction Ye Feng left, as if she was still angry in her heart, and her expression was cold and swept away in the opposite direction.

If ye Feng saw the scene before, he would be convinced of what the unruly girl had said before, because it's really not a big thing for anyone who can afford to use the storage ring to give away a mysterious martial arts skill at will

……

Not far from the entrance of dahelin, Zhao Huo walked around like a headless fly.

"Brother Huo, the waste must have died, and there are no bones left, so there is no trace of him." Zhao Yong, with sharp nosed monkeys, gloated around Zhao Huo. "I have been looking around here for two days, and I haven't seen a ghost. The waste must have met a beast as soon as he came in. Otherwise, I Zhao Yong would have got his head."

"Let's go out and don't waste time."

Zhao Huo's look is also uncertain. Before coming, Zhao Tianle explained that he must let Ye Feng's waste come in and can't go out. Now, although he hasn't seen Ye Feng's body, I think there should be no bones, which can be regarded as a successful completion of the task assigned by the deacon.

"Go, damn it, it's lucky to be eaten by a beast. Otherwise, if it falls into my hands, it will make him worse than death. After going out, when the Deacon is tired of playing with Hualing's skin, he must let the Deacon give it to our brothers." Zhao Huo is very licentious and laughs. When he thinks of Hualing's appearance and figure, Zhao Huo has an uncontrollable impulse.

But just then, his eyes suddenly jumped, and a familiar figure appeared not far from their eyes.

The visitor's clothes are ragged, his body emits a smell of nosebleed, and his face is still young, but there is a trace of coldness. Obviously, he should have heard what Zhao Huofang said, which is the waste they are looking for - Ye Feng.

"Ha... Why isn't this trash dead?"

At first glance, seeing Ye Feng emerge from the woods, Zhao Huo was stunned, and then his eyes showed a cat playing with mice.

Not dead.

If you're not dead, you can play.

They swaggered around.

Ye Feng's eyes filled with cold air, and the cold murderous air rushed out of his body. Before, he only focused on improving his strength, but forgot to kill Zhao Huo and others. Unexpectedly, these guys gathered here to find themselves.

I dare to think of my sister Hua Ling.

No wonder you are cruel.

Both of them are going to die!

"Waste, do you know why we should stay here waiting for you?" Zhao Huo stopped Ye Feng with disdain.

"Because, you want to die!" Ye Feng drank coldly and looked down at the two people with his will to kill. In an instant, his fist swept out, and the figure also collided with the two people.

"Oh, sleeping trough NIMA..."

"How dare you do it first, you waste?"

Standing in front of him, Zhao Yong's green tendons burst, and his fist blew out five or six hundred kilograms. Obviously, he didn't show mercy. His powerful fist style was like breaking bamboo, and he rushed to Ye Feng in the twinkling of an eye.

"Kill this loser and take his head to the Deacon." Zhao Huo shouted.

A trace of irony appeared in Ye Feng's eyes.

Boom

His fists collided with the sand and stone, and Ye Feng did not move, but Zhao Yong's fist burst with blood, and his body was like a broken kite, which was severely knocked out for more than ten meters.

"Ah..." he uttered a scream. He felt as if his fist had hit the iron plate. It was painful. The bone of his right arm was obviously broken.

"How could it be? How could this waste have such powerful power? I was hurt by waste!" Zhao Yong looked at his fist strangely. The blood and pain on it made him unbelievable.

Zhao Huo is also stunned. Ye Feng is a famous waste. Even if he woke up two days ago, there is only one Wu pulse. How can he suddenly defeat Zhao Yong who has entered the tiger power stage for several years, but he doesn't hurt at all!

Ye Feng's hair danced lightly, his clothes made a noise, and his eyes stared at Zhao Huo who dared not move rashly.

"Let you know who is the real waste today," he said with a cold smile.

"You... Go to hell!" Zhao Huo was so angry that he had a short sword in his hand and fiercely stabbed Ye Feng in the chest.

Whew

He has a quick hand and the sword is as powerful as a rainbow. He is also a powerful figure in the younger generation of Zhaojiazhuang. Although he practices only the most elementary basic swordsmanship, he is also a martial art after all.

The sword was piercing. Ye Feng frowned and slightly turned aside to avoid the sword.

"Go! Kill this waste."

The injured Zhao Yong also drew a knife with his left hand and killed Ye Feng. The light of the knife flickered. He thought that killing Ye Feng was just a matter of hand, but suddenly his pupils shrank suddenly, but he suddenly lost the trace of Ye Feng in his eyes.