Chapter 1465

"I am a sword practitioner and I like to fight with people most in my life. I thought I could meet many experts when I came to Daqian universe. I refined my kendo. Who would have thought that the farther I go, the less chance I have to do it... Well, if you are afraid of my means, we will only be better than the flesh of the move!"

For his own lust, Jin Lang encouraged his men to work hard with painting clothes. In the end, if he didn't say anything, he would definitely lose people's hearts. Now Ye Feng said so again. If he wants to push three obstacles and four obstacles again, not only the people's hearts will be scattered, but also his face will be lost. He gave Ye Feng a cold look and shook his head slightly to his minions.

"It's rare that Mr. Ye is interested in giving some advice, so you can go and experience some foreign tricks."

Bandit mountain stronghold is a world of martial arts. Even if it beats Ye Feng in moves, it is definitely a matter of face. Jin Lang's voice fell, and the North Heavenly King stepped forward and hugged Ye Feng.

"Mr. Ye, although I have practiced this broadsword for some years, I always feel that there are some deficiencies. Please give me some advice."

"The heavenly king is too modest. Just compete."

Hum! If you play tricks, you do not distinguish between high and low, fat and thin. But if it's more physical than the move, it's really not enough to see your little arms and legs!

The North heavenly king thought, swung his arms round and jumped over with a knife. As a result, Ye Feng gently picked his knife head with the tip of his sword, patted him on the shoulder with the sword body, and sent him to the opposite intact.

"Er!" the northern Heavenly King stared at his big eyes and looked confused.

"Hehe, come again."

"Can't you come..." the North Heavenly King muttered, carefully walked around Ye Feng, swept a knife and cut to Ye Feng's right hand with a sword.

Ye Feng didn't move. He took a knife from the North heavenly king. When he was stunned, he took him back to his place with a sword!

"Mr. Ye! You despise me!" cried the northern heavenly king.

"Why did the Heavenly King say so?"

"I cut you with a knife. You don't hide. Why only pat me with the back of the knife!"

"Your sword is just a Taoist weapon, but it can't hurt me. My sword... Well, I underestimate the heroes in the world. Next, I promise not to leave my hand, please!"

"No! I've cut two knives. It's your turn!" the North heavenly king stretched his neck and tried to be strong.

"Then offend the heavenly king, be careful!" Ye Feng said, and with the same move, he cleaved Huashan and cut at the northern heavenly king.

The northern heavenly king would not use his ingenuity. He appreciated Ye Feng's directness, but when Huoer showed his Dharma and split his broadsword in half, he didn't have any thoughts

"I'm really sorry that the instrument spirit made trouble and damaged the king's sword!"

Beitianwang's sword has been used for most of his life. He was cut off by the fire sword. The whole person was stunned and didn't respond to Ye Feng's words. Finally, the blacksmith came forward and repaired his broken knife. He bowed to Ye Feng with a bitter face and returned to the crowd.

The northern Heavenly King's skill was the highest among the four heavenly kings. He was split by Ye Feng's sword. The other three heavenly kings immediately turned green, not to mention a group of minions, all of whom wanted to shrink back.

"You stinky girl, it's rare for someone to fight with me. You come out and make fun of me again! I'll settle accounts with you when I get back!"

Ye Feng said, looked at the crowd, threw away the fire sword, took out the son and mother Yeming sword, and bumped it in his hand.

"Your mother and son have followed me for many years and haven't had the opportunity to show it. Will you try it with me today?"

"It's all at the master's command." zijianling cried sweetly.

"Master, our noumenon is the Dao instrument..." the mother sword Spirit said with a mouth.

"It doesn't matter. If the body is broken, it's just to be recast." Ye Feng said and looked at Hongquan. The latter was frightened and hid his hand behind him.

When things came to this, everyone knew that Ye Feng was protecting his painting clothes, but Ye Feng didn't even need to wear a sword. A group of people know they will be beaten, but they have to worry about face. After the three heavenly kings prevaricated each other, the eastern heavenly king came forward with a bitter face.

"Mr. Ye, for the sake of the same surname, please show mercy."

"Oh! The East heavenly king is also named Ye!"

"Ha ha!"

"Please!"

The king of the South sky was just beaten, but the king of the East sky didn't dare to be careless. He took out the long staff of the Taoist instrument and turned around Ye Feng. Then he falsely waved a move, and the head of the staff was picked to the son and mother's night Ming sword.

Ye Feng's sword technique has already been completed. He wants to surpass the East heavenly king in moves, but it's just a flash. But people don't hesitate to climb relatives in order to save face, and Ye Feng didn't do too much. Use the fallen leaves sword technique to fight with the East heavenly king.

Both of them are ancestors, and their moves are as fast as lightning. Just a moment later, Ye Feng's set of fallen leaf sword has become old. Although the opposite east heavenly king didn't win the move, he was also beaten in a hurry. Taking advantage of Ye Feng's Kung Fu, he quickly flashed aside and shouted admiration.

The two heavenly kings were defeated one after another, and the remaining minions didn't want to fight again. The two heavenly kings in the southwest looked at each other and walked to the opposite side of Ye Feng.

"I can't wait for everything today. Please don't be surprised, Mr. Ye." the Western heavenly king said.

"In that case, let's come together. Just now we have a match with the East heavenly king, and our hands are getting itchier." Ye Feng said, pulling out his sword and playing a sword flower in his hand.

Ye Feng defeated two heavenly kings with a sword. The West heavenly king and the South heavenly king did not dare to hold it up. They took out their weapons and carefully wound around Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was in the limelight just one-on-one. Now it's one-on-two. It's agreed not to use means. The minions all think that the two heavenly kings will win.

At this time, the minions in the front row suddenly saw a flower in front of them. When they recovered, Ye Feng had put his sword back in its sheath, and the two heavenly kings stood in place with four empty hands and a blank face. As for weapons, I don't know where to fly

"Mr. Ye, your flesh body is a little scary?" the king of Southern heaven said with an embarrassed face.

"It's too fast... I don't know what I thought it was!" the West Heavenly King cried with a grin.

"Hehe, this is a sword skill. It can be regarded as a means of mortals."

"You still remember that!" the northern Heavenly King jumped over and shouted again.

"I have too little experience. I'm laughing at you."

Ye Feng obviously has a good memory, but he says he has little knowledge. This is usually modest, but here and now, that is, the speaker is intentional and the listener is intentional!

In particular, Na jinlang was originally very grateful for the help of Huayi. Now Ye Feng is "nostalgic" in public. He is also a little embarrassed. He sends a message to several close friends and lets them slip away quietly with others.

Ye Feng watched the minions slip away without speaking or expression. Until most of the minions slip away, he asked the four heavenly kings and worshippers to come in and drink. He only left jinlang and a group of minions where they were.

"Mr. Ye, the second elder just couldn't think of it for a moment. Don't be angry with him." Jiuwen said on the way back to the house.

"I work for his elder martial brother. If he doesn't help, he'll take someone to stir up the situation. How can you say that?" Ye Feng asked in a low voice.