Chapter 1121 Disciple of Jihuo Fort

Swish...

An indescribable power surged, and the vitality turned into a seed-like shape in an instant. When the knife force rose to the highest point, the seed flew up from the tip of the knife, shot out three feet, and exploded. Si Tu Reading 520 Official Website

The sound of swish continued.

I saw colorless energy spreading, and dozens of deep and long scratches quickly appeared on the hard rock wall in a certain area in front.

Ye Feng, who had retracted the long knife, stood with the knife. Although his face was calm, he smiled bitterly in his heart: the knife intent was indeed limited and could not reach the peak.

Now he can only condense the knife intent seed, which is still a little bit away from the level of the law like a ray.

But this can't be rushed.

The artistic conception is related to the state of mind, so you can't be impatient.

After all, his cultivation has not been completely restored, and his dantian is still damaged. It is a blessing to be able to condense the knife intent seed.

When his cultivation level is raised back to the middle stage of the fifth level, the artistic conception law will also return to the level of sharp rays of light...

"Hmm?"

Ye Feng was about to put away his long sword, but at this moment, his brows slightly frowned, and his mental power sensed something unusual outside the cave.

"Someone is coming? One, two, three... three virtual realm masters, with cultivation levels of about the third to fifth levels of the virtual realm, with murderous auras on their bodies, looking aggressive. Perhaps, they are here to find Ning Wuchi..."

"If that's the case, I don't mind practicing with them!"

Ye Feng sat down leisurely, his eyes looking at the entrance of the stone cave.

Less than five breaths later, several very light footsteps sounded, and three figures of different heights appeared outside the cave.

"Brother Ding, the aura of Brother Ning that I sensed is in this cave, but the perception is slowly fading. I'm afraid Brother Ning is... in danger." A skinny little warrior on the left pointed to the dark cave and whispered to a middle-aged man with the highest cultivation level in the cave.

"Brother Ning's strength is far superior to the three of us. If even he dies here, will there be any problems if the three of us rashly go in?" The man on the far right was looking around, very timid and afraid of death.

"We have to go in even if we don't want to."

"Brother Ning is the nephew of the fortress owner. The fortress owner has issued an order. If we can't find him, we will definitely be punished after we go back. Besides... among the remnants of the White Tiger Sect who escaped, only Bai Suzhen is capable of killing Brother Ning. Now our three sects have spread a net, and someone saw her fleeing to the direction of the county city. It's impossible for her to still be inside..."

The middle-aged man, the so-called Brother Ding, said something that made the two people next to him nod their heads.

Unexpectedly, at the end, his tone changed, and he said in deep thought: "Well, Junior Brother Zhang Meng, you go into the cave first and take a look..."

"Why should I go, Senior Brother Ding, you are the strongest, why don't you go?" The timid man muttered.

"Hmph... It is precisely because I am stronger than you that I asked you to go, and you have to go, whining, do you want to die?"

Senior Brother Ding said angrily.

The timid Zhang Meng did not dare to disobey Senior Brother Ding's wishes after all, and walked into the cave with a helpless look on his face...

However, within ten breaths, his figure was reflected back like an arrow.

"Senior Brother Ding, Senior Brother Chao, there is someone inside!"

"Is it the master who killed Senior Brother Ning? Let's run away..." The skinny little warrior who spoke at the beginning was also frightened and wanted to turn around and flee with Zhang Meng.

Zhang Meng stopped in front of the two and shook his head, "No... No, no, it shouldn't be. The man in the cave now is a teenager with a cultivation level of only the third level of the Void Realm."

"A third-level Void Realm person can never kill Senior Brother Ning, who is the eighth-level Void Realm and is known as the genius of this fort." Zhang Meng hurriedly explained.

"Then why are you running so fast?" Senior Brother Ding and the skinny little man asked in unison with an unhappy look on their faces.

"I'm reporting the situation to you two... The three of us will go in together to find out the whereabouts of Senior Brother Ning..." Zhang Meng said fiercely.

"No need to bother coming in... Since you don't want to come in, I can come out..."

"Also, I can tell you the whereabouts of Ning Wuchi for free. He has gone to the underworld. He has probably passed the ghost gate and is heading to the Naihe Bridge. As long as you three don't talk too much and walk faster, you can still keep up with his pace and drink a bowl of Mengpo soup together..."

There was a voice in the cave, and a not-so-tall figure walked out of the stone cave slowly.

He spoke in a flat voice.

However, the three of them were obviously not idiots, and they could hear the meaning behind these words.

Ning Gongzhi was already dead.

This man... even wanted to kill the three of them.

Zhang Meng was right, the other party was indeed only at the third level of the Void Realm, but who had given him the courage to actually touch the people of Jihuo Fort...

In an instant, Senior Brother Ding, Senior Brother Chao, and Zhang Meng formed a semi-encirclement and surrounded the cave entrance.

"Who... are you?"

"Also, you said Senior Brother Ning was dead, what evidence do you have?"

Senior Brother Ding, who had reached the fifth level of the Void Realm, had a cold look on his face, a cold tone, and a hint of doubt.

"Senior Brother Ding, why bother talking to him, catch him and interrogate him, and everything will come out." Zhang Meng shouted with a fierce look in his eyes.

Since the other party's cultivation was indeed only at the third level of the Void Realm, there was no need to be afraid.

At only seventeen or eighteen years old, even if he has reached the third level of the Void Realm, he may not have a solid foundation. Generally, such people are often superficial. In a one-on-one fight, they can beat the opponent by themselves, not to mention that there are three people on their side.

"This kid is so arrogant, maybe he is the remnant of the White Tiger Sect. You should be more cautious when you attack him, and don't kill him directly." Senior Brother Ding reminded.

"Okay, then I will be merciful and only break his hands and feet and destroy his Dantian."

Zhang Meng snorted disdainfully and punched out.

Ye Feng, who walked out of the stone cave, also punched out with a simple punch.

Zhang Meng showed a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth. In his expectation, this punch would definitely make the brat with a weak foundation on the opposite side spit blood.

However, when the two fists intersected, a huge force suddenly came and hit his arm, shaking his entire arm with a crack and breaking it into two pieces.

Zhang Meng screamed, hugged his broken arm, and retreated wildly...

Seeing that his right arm was not broken into powder, Ye Feng couldn't help but be a little surprised. Judging from his experience, the power he just burst out reached about 50%. When he was in Yuanwu Continent, he would be able to smash the opponent's right hand into a bloody mess when fighting with an ordinary third-level virtual realm warrior.

However, this time, the man on the opposite side only broke his arm.

It seems that the strength of Yuanwu warriors is far inferior to that of Shenwu Continent. The same third-level virtual realm warrior is comparable to the fifth-level virtual realm warrior of Yuanwu.

Ye Feng turned his head and looked at the other two.

I have to try again. Maybe this one just now... is also a genius...