Chapter 613

The young warrior looked uncertain. Looking at Ye Feng, he said coldly, "it's just a third-class country. Do you know the consequences of provoking our holy land forces? I advise you, according to your potential and talent, you have a great future. Don't be impulsive and cause great disasters."

"What so much nonsense!" a sarcastic smile came up at the corner of Ye Feng's mouth.

"If you don't hand over the storage ring, you'll die!"

Ye Feng said no more and shot in an instant.

The essence of a fire element in the body is shattered. In the hand of Ye Feng, a flame bomb is condensed.

The burning flame breath tore the air with a violent voice and came in a flash. In an instant, it was close to the young warrior.

At the same time, with a flick of his finger, a purple and black Lei Yuan came in an instant and disappeared into the flame bomb. Under the birth and detonation of Lei Yuan, two different yuan forces were forcibly integrated together, giving birth to great energy.

Boom

A black round ball with raging thunder and flame explosion has already burst out its power.

The young warrior has been guarding against Ye Feng's shot, but he didn't expect that Ye Feng didn't make a real shot this time. Instead, he shot an object in the air. When he was about to make a fist to resist, the thunder fire bomb exploded in an instant, making his body tremble and the vitality of his surroundings become chaotic.

Just in the blink of an eye, the powerful dual attribute power has poured towards him.

"What!"

The young warrior was terrified in his eyes.

He never thought that he didn't need to be close at all. The half empty Xiaowu in front of him could explode such a powerful attack.

Hiss!

The vitality armor was as fragile as paper and broke in an instant. Then, some life-saving means emerged from the young martial arts, which was also annihilated under the dual attributes of thunder and fire in an instant.

He retreated quickly, but how could he match the speed of his vitality.

At the next moment, the young warrior was like a firecracker that was lit. He blew out tens of feet away and fell to the ground. His clothes were ragged, his head was in ruins, and his mouth was covered with blood. He didn't have the dignified look he had at the beginning.

Ye Feng walked forward, sneered at the embarrassed young martial artist, and raised his palm slowly.

Seeing this scene, the young warrior was shocked and shouted, "stop!"

"What? Do you have a last word to tell?"

Ye Feng asked faintly.

"Don't kill me, i... I'll give you my storage ring..."

The young warrior barely supported him and sat up. He took off a ring on his finger, took the initiative to erase the yuan force pinned in the ring, and catapulted straight towards Ye Feng. The speed can be described as quite rapid and decisive.

He knew that the other party had shot down this blow, and he must have no power to resist it. If he really died here, he would be wronged.

Ye Feng nodded and absorbed his spirit into the ring.

There are almost tens of millions of spirit stones and dozens of orange or yellow Qi luck beads inside. As an inner disciple of Jiugong Xuan, the young martial artist is not weak, and his wealth is also very satisfactory to Ye Feng.

"If you had offered the storage ring at the beginning, how could it be like this?" Ye Feng incorporated the storage ring into the storage space, and the chill on his face remained.

"You... Don't you want to go back?"

The young martial artist was stunned and immediately woke up. He looked at Ye Feng in horror and said, "I have handed over the storage ring..."

"If I kill you, I can still get it." Ye Feng said.

"However, if you kill me, you'll take over the deep hatred with my Jiugong Xuan. It's not good for you..."

"Don't worry, I'll destroy the body. No one knows I killed you." Ye Feng said again.

“……”

The young warrior fell into a brief silence and watched Ye Feng approach him step by step. He suddenly smiled bitterly on his face and said, "you are a decisive guy. You have already started to kill me. You don't have to talk so much nonsense to me..."

"Hey, hey... You're so stupid. You finally reacted? Yes, I'll kill you. Just point at it." Ye Feng stopped, smiled and said to him.

"Come on, what do you want from me?" the young warrior shook his head with a bitter smile.

At the moment, he is a piece of fat on the chopping board and can only be slaughtered by Ye Feng. Obviously, he knows in his heart that maybe if he is careless, he will really be killed by the other party and die.

"I don't want much... Well, it can also be said that I don't care much about you. The fist technique you just used barely caught my eye." Ye Feng blinked and said softly.

As for what to do, he needn't say more.

"Do you want my nine palace and eight pole boxing? No way. Nine palace and eight pole boxing is the secret of our nine palace Pavilion. It's as high as the top grade of the earth. Only elite disciples can practice it. If I reveal this boxing and find it out, I will definitely die when I return to the sect, and you will also be chased and killed by our nine palace Pavilion..." the young martial artist was surprised and angry and shook his head again and again.

"Bang..."

Ye Feng's eyes were fierce, and he popped a finger at will, splitting a rock on the side of the young warrior.

"You can't escape death when you return to zongmen? Do you want to die now?" his voice was cold and filled with evil spirit.

"Even if I teach you the secret of the mental skill of 'Jiugong Baji Fist', it will be difficult for you to refine it, because the foundation of this boxing lies in the Jiugong Qi we have studied hard since childhood..." the young martial artist said helplessly. Unfortunately, Ye Feng interrupted before he finished his words.

"You don't have to worry about this."

Ye Feng seemed to think of something. Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on his face and said faintly: "think about it, even if you give me the mental formula, I may not be able to refine it; if you refine it, you may not know it by Jiugong Xuan; if you know it, you may not be traced back to you; if you trace it to you, you may not kill you..."

"But..." he shouted in a cold voice, "my patience is limited. Now I count one, two, three. If you don't agree, I'll kill you and destroy your bones!"

"One..."

"Two..."

Three words didn't exit. The young martial artist in front of him turned white and his lips trembled slightly. Ye Feng also heard the formula skill sentence by sentence in his ears.

He smiled and listened attentively

After a little while, the young martial artist looked dejected. He looked at Ye Feng coldly and said, "there are nine moves in nine palaces and eight poles boxing, and each move has great power. Unfortunately, my cultivation strength is not good, but I only practiced the third move. Otherwise, you must not be my opponent."

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