Chapter 225

"Boy, it seems that you are alive to the end."

Zhou Hui stood up, moved his lower shoulder, and after banging his knuckles, he looked at Ye Feng and said with a smile.

Ye Feng did not get up. He grabbed the melon seeds in his hand and gave him a disdainful glance --

"by you?"

Brush!

Zhou Hui's face became as cold as ice by saying "it's up to you.".

Born in tianquanmen, he is arrogant, it is difficult to accept Ye Feng's attitude that he does not look at him at all.

"Boy, don't think you've learned Gu Wu for two days. If you can kill a dead monkey, three dogs will be invincible. In the eyes of us, who are real descendants of ancient martial arts, you are no different from ants for a small role that doesn't even rank. "

But soon, Zhou Hui returned to that powerful expression as if in his chest, coldly said.

Grade?

Are there grades in ancient warriors?

Ye Feng moved in his heart and looked at Zhou Hui. He pretended to be surprised and asked, "what kind of cultivation are you?"

"The beginning of yellow grade!"

Zhou Hui looked up with a proud smile and a proud face.

Among the ancient warriors, there is indeed a grade.

Moreover, the ranks of ancient warriors are very detailed, which can be divided into yellow level, Xuan level, di level and Tian level.

At each level, there are four stages: the initial stage, the middle stage, the later stage and the perfection stage.

According to Zhou Hui, when he left Tianquan gate to practice in the world, his master told him that although his cultivation is still at the lowest stage of ancient martial arts, it is enough for him to walk around the world and no one dares to provoke him easily.

After entering the WTO, Zhou Hui also confirmed the master's statement through a contest with others. In the world where ordinary people walk everywhere, he can be said to be invincible. Some even call him Superman.

Although Ye Feng can be in his not aware of the situation, kill three black back touch into the villa.

However, in Zhou Hui's opinion, Ye Feng is just an ordinary person with better skills. He has never reached the rank of an ancient warrior.

Such a person who can hold his hand up can not get into the stream. He dare not know how to ask for the price and even look down on him. This is not the birthday star hanging himself. Does he think his life is long?

"At the beginning of the Yellow level, the most rubbish level With such a poor strength, you still have the face to show off, and you have the face to play hard? "

Although Ye Feng has never heard of the hierarchy between ancient warriors, he still knows that the heaven and earth are dark and yellow. When he hears this, he smacks his lips and shakes his head with disdain.

"You..."

Zhou Hui was completely angry this time.

Hit people do not hit the face, but Ye Feng now, and slap him in the face what is the difference.

He immediately pulled his face and said with a grim smile, "then I'll show you how simple it is to kill you at the beginning of my most rubbish yellow grade!"

Whoa!

At the moment of speaking, Zhou Hui took the lead in launching an attack.

Fists, such as cannon pounding, point to Ye Feng's throat.

This is what his master taught him. He said that when dealing with others, we must seize the opportunity. Only by pre empting can we firmly grasp the situation and rhythm in our own hands.

Later, if you can't control people, you will be passive.

Although his fist has not yet arrived, Ye Feng has already felt that the skin on his neck is slightly painful.

Xie Fei held his hands in front of his chest and stepped back, his mouth full of sneers.

He has seen Zhou Hui's means. If this guy goes down with one blow, two bricks can be smashed.

He did not believe that Ye Feng's neck could be stronger than two bricks combined.

"Storm pear blossom needle!"

When the fist attack, Ye Feng's mouth suddenly shows a playful smile, and at the same time, his hand suddenly swings forward.

How can he master the secret weapon skills of Tangmen in the middle of Sichuan?!

As soon as hear Ye Feng's words, Zhou Hui's canthus of eyes suddenly draw, the eyeground showed a touch of fear.

You know, the position of Tang clan in the middle of Shu in the ancient martial arts world is much higher than that of Tianquan gate.

Moreover, the rainstorm pear blossom needle is the most famous secret weapon of Tangmen in the middle of Sichuan Province, which only some of his lineage can get.

"I grass NIMA!"

But soon, Zhou Hui angrily scolded.

What Ye Feng throws over is not the only secret weapon of Tangmen in the middle of Sichuan, which is clearly a large number of melon seeds.

With a roar, Zhou Hui did not dodge, and his fist went to meet the melon seed pile, to penetrate the melon seed and blow up the neck of the broken leaf maple.

Hiss!

But as soon as the fist entered the pile of melon seeds, the sound of skin and flesh cracking suddenly sounded, and then, along Zhou Hui's hand, blood began to flow down.

"Ah..."

The sudden pain made Zhou Hui take back his fist in a hurry, holding hands and stepping back a few steps.

What's going on?

Is this boy more powerful than Zhou Hui? Can melon seed shells hurt people?Xie Feifei also muddled, forehead suddenly began to have cold sweat, drop by drop.

"You use the Yin move!"

Zhou Hui also thought Ye Feng had hurt him with the shell of melon seeds, but when he raised his hand, he found that a long silver needle had been nailed to his middle finger.

Even the needle penetrated the skeleton of his middle finger, nailing his fingers and palms together.

Obviously, just now that pile of melon seed shells is just the fog of Ye Feng's old cloth. This silver needle is the real killing move.

"What's the trick? I have already said that this is a heavy rain pear blossom needle. It's your own stupidity. You have to hit the needle! "

Ye Feng disdains a smile, a face you really stupid expression.

What's more, the tension in his eyes has become much lighter now.

This is Ye Feng's first fight with a real ancient warrior, so he can't help being careless.

Especially according to Zhou Hui, Tianquan sect seems to be very arrogant in the ancient martial arts school. He has to explore the depth of this guy.

In fact, the so-called yellow needle was just like the one he had just passed through.

"I'll kill you!"

The piercing pain and Ye Feng's humiliation have made Zhou Hui forget to think about how it is possible to penetrate his skeleton with only one needle if ye Feng does not enter the stream.

After pulling out the needle painfully, he punched Ye Feng with his fist.

"Why are there so many fools like you in the world who have to come to tease my tiger beard and live well?"

Have tried to find out the depth of the goods, Ye Feng will not be polite to anything, a hand to the sofa, people stand up.

Then, with one hand moving forward like lightning, he grasped Zhou Hui's fierce fist and gave it a slight shudder, which not only solved the lightning attack, but also separated Zhou Hui's hand and wrist.

Then, he pulled Zhou Hui's arm forward and lifted his knee like lightning, hitting Zhou Hui's chest heavily.

Bang!

When he lifted his knee, Zhou Hui, who was in the early stage of the yellow class, flew backwards like a broken kite and hit the large porcelain vase that Xie Feifei bought specially to show his wealth.