Chapter 1221

Yun Yuanzhi reminded: "Mr. Ye, these two old guys are probably taiyimen elders. They are estimated to be more than 100 years old. I'm afraid that this skill has already surpassed the congenital peak. You should be careful."

Cloud month sees also frown show eyebrow way: "leaf elder brother, they so many people, can you handle?"

See grandparents and grandchildren worried for themselves, Ye Feng ha ha, a face relaxed look.

"It's not just the number of people who win the fight. No matter how many ants there are, they can't do anything but eat ants. I specialize in those who rely on more people and bully less. Later, you can see how I can make them cry for their parents. "

Cloud month see has been worried for Ye Feng, show eyebrow micro wrinkle, but was amused by him, face wiped a layer of Red: "I believe you, ye big brother refueling."

The old man with a silver ring was staring at Ye Feng. His eyes were full of hatred. He wanted to eat him alive.

His voice sounded like a duck calling, and he called out in a domineering way: "little hairy boy, are you Ye Feng?"

Seeing the old man so arrogant, Ye Feng looked scornful: "Oh, your voice is really bad. When you meet people like you, I don't stand in the way. But when you are old, I respect the old and love the young. Let me tell you, I am Ye Feng. Who are you?"

The old man who was scolded by Ye Feng and wore silver ring in his hand was so angry that he would blow his beard.

The black faced old man, like an old monster, reached out and stopped his companion. He said with a smile: "you are the one who cut off my apprentice's arm. What kind of person do I think it will be? It turns out that you are a little hairy kid. My apprentice is really getting worse and worse. I failed to pass on the thousand year foundation of taiyimen to him, but he was defeated by a child. "

The old man with silver ring has a special respect for the old black faced Monster: "elder martial brother, aren't you trying to cultivate? I'm useless. I didn't take good care of Xiaoyue mountain and let him be broken by others. I will help you teach this boy a lesson today."

Ye Feng almost vomited and called Yue Zhuo Qun Xiao Yue Yue. These two old guys are too disgusting.

Ye Feng continued to sneer at them and said, "can you two point your face and return xiaoyueyue to such a gnarled voice, do you want me to call you xiaobaibai, xiaoheiheihei?"

Two old people, but taiyimen is superior to the patriarch Yue Zhuo Qun, the elder. Everyone is respectful. Ye Feng dare to laugh at them like this.

Several of the serious looking men in the back almost laughed by Ye Feng. In front of the grandmaster, no one dared to smile, but forced to smile.

The black faced old man couldn't see his face clearly, but his eyes were so cold that he could drip water. He was absolutely half angry.

The old man with a white face turned red with anger: "boy, we only wanted to buy medicine. You are so rampant. I don't want your life today. I'll live in vain for a hundred years."

"If I don't kill you, I'll live in vain."

The black and white of taiyimen are changeable, but they are as famous as master Mingyue. They are all in the realm of not eating people's fireworks, breaking off their emotions and desires, and only seeking to become immortals.

But these two people, it seems that the six roots are not clean, still for the common things, moved the common heart.

The older generation of figures in the ancient martial arts world are not moved and awed by them. Ye Feng has never heard of their names, and newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.

Again, Ye Feng can't get used to the two old people and sell their old age. He intentionally stimulates them and disdains them: "you two have already lived in vain, but it has nothing to do with me. Don't let me carry the pot."

"Boy, you're dead."

White face impermanence hate to gnash teeth, a fist to leaf Feng face hit.

Congenital environment is divided into pre congenital, middle, posterior and congenital peak state.

Several big patriarchs claim to have entered the congenital peak, but they are all just beginning to see the way, and break through from the late congenital stage to the congenital peak state. The black and white impermanence is the real character who has entered the congenital peak state.

The ordinary punch is as fast as lightning. The internal force contained in that blow is as powerful as a mountain, which is much stronger than Yue Zhuoqun. I don't know how many times.

In the face of a strong enemy, Ye Feng did not have a bit of fear, on the contrary, there was such an indescribable excitement, a kind of stimulation.

Just like facing master Mingyue, the excitement stimulated his whole body nerves.

Although he tried to belittle the impermanence of black and white as much as possible in his words, he didn't despise him at all. His eyes were calm and calm, and he concentrated on returning a punch.

"Surge," he murmured

Seven layers of surge, two fists intersect, an invisible undercurrent, toward all directions.

Black and white impermanence both changed their faces. As soon as the expert reached out his hand, he knew if there was any.

They heard that Ye Feng had won the title of Gu Wu's supreme. When they saw Ye Feng face to face, they thought that Ye Feng had won the championship by some conspiracy. They looked down on Ye Feng from their heart.

But from Ye Feng's return blow, it is as good as that of Bai Mian Chang.

On the surface, they had a draw, and neither suffered any loss. But for Hei Wuchang, they had lost face. They were the top figures of taiyimen sect. They had a draw with a child who was still wet. Did they have the face to mix in the ancient martial world?.White face impermanence is even more startled. Although Ye Feng's return blow is as good as his own, but the dark force is heavy and heavy, like waves in layers. Each wave is more fierce than the other. When he reaches the seventh weight, he is flustered.

Ye Feng is also secretly surprised, worthy of being the elder of taiyimen. He surged seven times, and the other side easily accepted it, but changed his face a little.

Ye Feng sneered: "white faced old man, it's not polite to come but not to. If you hit me, I have to give you a slap, otherwise people will say that I don't respect the old and love the young."

"The waves."

Ye Fenghua's fist is the second form of the four strikes of the emperor of Thailand. It's as fast as lightning and as powerful as surging waves.

It's a palm, but it's divided into three directions, 18 angles and 64 changes, which set off the palm shadow all over the sky.

Boom, countless gusty Qi rippled outward. Black and white impermanence didn't feel anything. The big men standing behind them were hit by the strong wind, and they fell back one after another. Some of them even fell to the ground by the dark force.

For a moment, people turned upside down and were in a state of confusion. They no longer had the appearance of being majestic and calm just now.

One by one, their faces were startled, for fear of being affected by the Qi of Ye Feng and Bai Wuchang. They lost their lives and retreated for more than ten meters.

Black and white is not common, the disciples are incompetent, angry to blow beard and stare, but helpless.

Black impermanence interposed: "boy, I have some skills. Who is your master? Judging from your skill, you don't look like a naive disciple of miscellaneous hairs, but a little like the skill of tianlangmen in the South China Sea. "

"I think it's like Tianshan Mountain."

Black and white impermanence has been living in the ancient martial arts for a hundred years. After racking his brains, he can't figure out what the boxing path of Ye Feng is. I only hear that he has been inherited by the naive master.