Chapter 60

Ye Feng pinched his fists and felt cold in his heart.

"Since I can get to this point, I have the determination to continue to grow. I hope to give me this opportunity." Ye Feng said firmly, "as long as I join Feiyun sect, Ye Feng will work hard!"

"Hard work is useless. Talent is like this. Everything is doomed. Ye Feng, you are a complete waste!" roared Liu Qingshan.

He stealthily attacked Ye Feng and lost his examination qualification. At this time, he naturally sneered and wanted to crush Ye Feng on the ground.

Ye Feng ignored him and didn't even look at Liu Qingshan.

This move led to Liu Qingshan's rage again.

"If all the wastes of a martial vein can enter our sect, our Feiyun sect will be ridiculed by other sects in the county. Ye Feng, your talent is too low, and our elder... Deprives you of your place."

Hu daotong opened his mouth coldly and made a decision.

This did not cause much fluctuation. All the congenital experts nodded slightly.

"Rubbish, a martial vein, lifelong advancement, congenital hopelessness, what's the use of being strong at the warrior stage? When you meet a congenital master, you can kill ten in a second."

Looking at the indifferent eyes of the people on and off the stage, Ye Feng sneered: "everything depends on the military pulse? These people are really snobbish!"

Okay, okay.

Even so, he didn't want to waste more words.

"Wait!"

Ye Feng was about to turn around. When he was about to leave, suddenly, a clear voice sounded on the high platform, and a beautiful figure came over.

"Ye Feng, young master ye, there is still a boy holding a sword around my fairy. Do you want to?" the woman carrying the sword was the servant girl from the fairy Zhen of Qingyu mountain.

When she said this, she naturally represented Zhen Wan's meaning.

"Boom..."

On and off the stage, the pot burst open again.

I didn't expect that Ye Feng was so lucky that the waste of a martial vein could be favored by fairy Zhen?

Although he is only a boy holding a sword, he is called himself. He can stay on the side of fairy Zhen and ask for life. Not to mention the external disciples of Feiyun sect, he is willing to trade for the internal disciples.

For a time, everyone's eyes, including Liu Qingshan, were red, and several congenital experts swallowed saliva.

Under the gaze of "envy, jealousy and hatred", Ye Feng turned back.

Looking at fairy Zhen on the high platform, he said coldly, "thank you for your kindness!"

"People have pride, I have pride. I am Ye Feng's great husband. How can I be a slave and a servant?"

"There's no master here, there's a master's place. One day, I, Ye Feng, will let you talk nonsense and make you Feiyun sect unable to climb up. Goodbye!"

Turned around and left, leaving only a stubborn figure.

Today you are indifferent to me. Over time, I will make you unable to climb up!

Fairy Zhen showed a trace of admiration, looked at Ye Feng's back and nodded.

If this son's talent is not too low, I can take him to Qingyu mountain.

Unfortunately

"Hum, what a big tone."

The side Hu daotong held out a few words, and his nostrils sent out a cold hum.

Ye Feng's last words annoyed Hu Changlao.

"The garbage of a martial vein really treats itself as a dish? I Feiyun sect, which is thousands of times stronger than you, dare to be so arrogant in front of our elder?"

"If fairy Zhen wasn't present, how could I let you roar and leave freely?"

His eyes flashed a powerful murderer

……

On the mountain road, the restless maple leaves ran towards Zhao family village.

The matter of feiyunzong is over.

Even he didn't expect such an ending. At this moment, Ye Feng wanted to go back to Zhaojiazhuang, take Hualing, leave this place and look for the whereabouts of his father ye Tian.

This trip to Bali City, of course, won a lot from Zhao Dapeng and Zhao Lun's father and son, but at the same time, it forged a grudge with Liu and Wang, two of the three aristocratic families.

According to the experience of two generations, Ye Feng felt that the so-called martial arts aristocratic families would not let themselves go easily.

In particular, he failed to become a child of the sect. For the aristocratic family, such as rootless duckweed, red fruit hit them in the face, and even made Liu Qingshan a popular winner. He was disqualified because of himself. I believe they will not swallow this tone easily.

This situation is the same as offending the second generation of officials and the second generation of rich people in later generations.

If you want to make a difference, people won't dare to continue to trouble you, but if you don't make a figure, those who consciously lose face must retaliate.

The horse's hooves galloped away from Bali, but Ye Feng's vigilance did not relax.

There is only one way back to Zhaojiazhuang.

The mountain road ahead is narrow, with dark trees on both sides. You can't see the edge at a glance.

Ye Feng on the horse's back leaned his body very low and focused his eyes. Although in the process of galloping, he could also collect the potential crisis within 100 meters around him.

Suddenly, his arms pressed on the saddle, a kite turned over and shot into the air.

Driven by inertia, the horse continued to run forward.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

A strange noise came from both sides of the mountain road. A dozen sharp arrows covered almost all angles. In an instant, they hit the running horse. After a long hiss, the horse fell to the ground.

Ye Feng in the air shook his short iron rod, and several sharp arrows flew one by one.

Ye Feng, who fell to the ground, looked at the woods ahead and showed a trace of irony on his face.

"Xiaoxiao disciples, give me Ye Feng and get out!"

Standing on the mountain road, Ye Feng's Qi protected his whole body. A white mask appeared around him, covering the whole person.

Whew, whew, whew

Four masked men in black jumped out on both sides of the road.

"Kill!"

The four men in black didn't have a word of nonsense. After locking the target, they pulled out their weapons.

The short iron stick was waved again and the wind whined, blocking the four people out.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. It's a big deal. This rotten iron bar will kill you!"

The leader in black saw that the weapon in Ye Feng's hand was just a thing like a stick and a knife. After shouting, he took the lead to rush at Ye Feng.

Bang!

Ye Feng's figure wandered past to avoid the attack of the boss of the man in black. Then, he hit one of the remaining three with a backhand stick.

The man didn't even hum, so he flew out and lay on the ground.

The others were surprised, but these people were extremely fierce. Seeing this scene, they did not retreat, but completely aroused their ferocity.

"Brothers, come on, chop him with a random knife!"

The boss in black smiled grimly and asked his companions to come forward. It was a desperate posture regardless of life and death.

"Dream!"

Ye Feng smiled coldly. Since the other party didn't want to die, he didn't have anything to be polite.