With a shocking roar, cold face jumped down.

"roar!"

Cold Monk, who landed on the ground, showed a dark black Hun Yuan energy in the body, and randomly flashed behind a Hun clan soldier and punched out. The latter flew out like a kite with a broken string. In just a few dozen seconds, dozens of Hun clan soldiers died and were in the hands of Cold Monk.

Bai Yifeng no longer watched the cold-faced massacre, sat on the spot, a trace of Hunyuan energy gathered towards him...

Half an hour later, Bai Yifeng opened his eyes and walked towards the city gate.

A crack was opened in the city gate, and Bai Yifeng pointed to the ground and shot out. Thunder silks under his feet surged, and the speed was so fast that he rushed into the battlefield in just a few breaths.

Seeing a Hun clan soldier preparing to attack the person fighting, Bai Yifeng made a loud thunder sound under his feet, and his body ejected out, stopping the attack of the Hun clan soldier. With his right hand rotating, Hunyuan Qi was ready to go, and then he slapped the Hun clan soldier's chest with a palm.

Before the Hun clan soldiers were about to fall to the ground, Bai Yifeng snatched the sword in his hand and stabbed him into his chest with another sword.

So, another corpse appeared on the battlefield, and a long sword stood on its chest.

Facing the same level of mixed soldiers, killing them with just one move.

call out.

The sound of a sword wind came from behind him. Bai Yifeng fiercely promoted his body and the long sword almost hit his forearm.

Looking back, a young man from the clan who seemed to be about the same age as him was looking at him. With his wrist turned around, he stabbed him with a sword again. Judging from his breath, this young man from the clan was only eighth-stage Yuanshi, but his attack was so fierce that he was not inferior to an ordinary big priest.

After retreating several meters and avoiding the sword of the Hun clan boy, Bai Yifeng paused under his feet and flashed towards the Hun clan boy. The Hunyuan Qi that was constantly condensed on his palms was ready to go.

Put the sword into the sheath, and the young man in the clan turned his palms and punched out his fists!

"boom!"

After the fist and palms collided, a loud noise was made, and the two of them also retreated sharply at the same time. With a full blow, the two of them could be considered a draw...

Compared to Bai Yifeng's moment of loss of consciousness, the young man in the clan was even more surprised. The young man in front of him was not as good as him in his cultivation. He was in the mentality of not underestimating the enemy, but unexpectedly he had a draw...

Taking a deep breath, Bai Yifeng stomped the ground suddenly and shot at the young man in the clan again.

"Chirai, flame, shaking!"

After a loud shout in his heart, a slight heat in Bai Yifeng's palm emerged, attacking the young man from the clan. The air became distorted wherever his palm passed.

After pulling back the palm that collided with Bai Yifeng, the young man of the clan realized that something was wrong. There seemed to be something in his body, but his perception was a little late.

A flame had already entered his body along his palm and began to wander around unscrupulously.

His face changed and he looked at Bai Yifeng gloomy, but the corners of his mouth were raised, and he rushed up without giving the young man from the clan to remove the flames.

A strange sound came from afar, and after hearing the horn sound, all the soldiers of the clan quickly broke away from the battle with their opponents and retreated, including the young man of the clan.

Thousands of Mian tribes, without exception, in just a few minutes, all the Mian tribes retreated.

Under Wancheng's command, the human army did not pursue it.

The sky is dark.

The city gate opened wide, and the soldiers who had fought for a night slowly walked towards the city.

In the lobby of the city lord's mansion.

Wancheng sat in the main seat, Zhong Wei stood behind him, and the two elders on both sides were Dong and Mu, and the rest were a middle-aged man, three young men, as well as Ling Aotian, Lengmian and Bai Yifeng.

Wancheng smiled and said, "Thank you all tonight."

"Fortunately, it's not enough. However, City Lord Wan is not going to introduce these three people?" said a young man in gorgeous clothes, sitting below the middle-aged man.

Bai Yifeng glanced at the young man in gorgeous clothes and then withdrew his gaze. There was a pattern on his chest and a long sword hung in the middle of a gorgeous gate. Without thinking, he knew that he was from the Shengyuan Sect.

"Oh, I've neglected it. This is Ling Aotian, Mr. Ling, the master of the sect. This is a cold-faced person and Mr. Ling's apprentice. This is a sect."

Wan Cheng introduced the three of them in turn. The young man looked at Bai Yifeng with great interest and smiled: "It turns out that he is the son of Lord Wan. He is seven Yuanshi at a young age. It's not bad. He is almost the age to attend the Holy Yuan Conference. You might as well try it. Even if you can't enter the Holy Yuan Sect, you can't hang out with some people in the martial arts world, which will delay your great years of cultivation."

The words of the young man in China put the hall into silence. After a moment, Bai Yifeng frowned slightly and said lightly: "I will attend the Shengyuan Conference, but what you mean by the gangsters is my master?"

"That's right, I heard that you are only fifteen years old, and you are seventh Yuanshi. Such talent can be counted on the upstream in the imperial city. Don't follow people who don't know where to come and mislead this talent." Seeing that you said this, Ling Aotian didn't dare to say anything, and the young man in the gorgeous clothes said even more arrogantly.

Bai Yifeng looked at the face of the young man in the gorgeous clothes and felt chills in his heart. He just didn't know how many troubles the young man in the gorgeous clothes had put on his father and how many troubles he had caused on weekdays.

"It's not that you have to worry about it. I have today. It's not that I have a high talent. It's my master's guidance." Bai Yifeng didn't even look at the young man in the gorgeous clothes and said coldly.

Faced with Bai Yifeng's coldness, the young man in the gorgeous clothes was stunned. With his own identity and cultivation, he was almost always surrounded by stars everywhere he went. He unexpectedly, the young man in front of him would give him a cold face.

"Do you know who I am?" asked the young man in the Chinese clothing.

Bai Yifeng turned his head, raised the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Who are you? Does it have anything to do with me?"

"you…"

The young man in China was speechless for a while, and others were right. He said nothing, but he didn't rely on you, and he didn't owe you anything, and who did you care about others' affairs.

"Elder Ge, I'm sorry, the child is ignorant and offended the many words." Seeing that the atmosphere became more and more tense, Wan Cheng smiled at the middle-aged man beside the young man in a gorgeous costume.

The middle-aged man, known as Elder Ge, also smiled, then turned to look at the young man in a gorgeous clothes beside him, and said sternly: "Cheng Jin, please restrain me too."

Cheng Jin snorted coldly, but did not listen to Elder Ge's words. Instead, he continued to say sarcastically: "I am for his own good. How can I compare to practicing in our Shengyuan Sect with a waste who doesn't know where to come."

Seeing Cheng Jin being so rude, Bai Yifeng was about to slap the table, but Ling Aotian grabbed his hand.

"Lord Wan City, we were a little tired from rushing to the road yesterday. We haven't been asleep for another night, so we won't chat with you more." Ling Aotian stood up and clasped his fists at Wan Cheng.

Wancheng also stood up, made a call to Ling Aotian, and smiled and said, "Mr. Ling is lucky to be in trouble, please go and rest first."

The three of them walked out of the hall, and Bai Yifeng looked at Ling Aotian with some confusion.

When did this guy change his sex life?

"Why, I think this is not my style?" Ling Aotian smiled with a smile on his face.

After nodding a few times, Bai Yifeng gritted his teeth and said, "These Holy Yuan Sect bastards are too arrogant."

Patting Bai Yifeng's shoulder, Ling Aotian walked forward with great strides.

"Let's wait for a few days. Repaying the grace of a drop of water and repaying the spring is my style!"
Chapter completed!