Chapter 218: One versus Three

"Haha, I knew it would be like this. Situ Reading.\nＣＯＭ We saved your life, but you didn't want to repay us, and you shamelessly bit us back?"

Ye Feng laughed in anger.

At this moment, he was really angry.

I have never seen such a shameless person.

If Tang Chuxue hadn't saved him just now, he would have become the prey of the wind chasing leopard, but he didn't expect that he was right and saved a white-eyed wolf.

Confusing right and wrong.

"Hmph, you Xi Tang, you don't take us Dong Zhou seriously. This matter is of a bad nature and there is absolutely no way to settle it peacefully, so you must give me an explanation now." The skinny young man said viciously.

"Tell me, what kind of explanation do you want?" Ye Feng was murderous, but on the surface he didn't reveal any flaws.

"Huh? What's your identity, kid? Get out of the way and let that girl come and talk to the three brothers." The skinny young man looked at Ye Feng with extreme contempt and walked straight towards Tang Chuxue.

He must interfere with Tang Chuxue's taming, otherwise, once Tang Chuxue succeeds in taming the beast, with the help of the Wind Chasing Leopard, although they are confident that they can take down the two people in front of them, there may be variables.

"Talk about it first, maybe I can make the decision..." Ye Feng raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

With a raised arm, he directly blocked the other party's way.

"Stinky boy, you are looking for death." How could the skinny young man take a half-step innate warrior seriously.

He is a third-level innate cultivator, and as a genius disciple, his combat power is no less than that of an ordinary fifth-level innate warrior. He is very confident that he can knock the entangled stinky boy to the ground with just a casual move, or even kill him with one blow.

After a low roar, the skinny young man made a claw with his five fingers and pinched Ye Feng's throat.

A green claw shadow immediately appeared in the air, bringing a gust of wind.

Obviously, this is to take down Ye Feng in the shortest time and not let him get in the way.

"Brother Peng Yue, the third brother has practiced the Sky Eagle Bone Claw well. The attack is swift, the spirit is like an eagle, fierce and fierce, fast and dense. Well, his Xuan-level martial arts should have reached a small level of success." Li Qingyuan's eyes flashed with a strange color, and he looked at Peng Yue and said.

Peng Yue nodded and said lightly: "You ignorant kid, you dare to jump around in front of the three of us with a half-step innate. Isn't it impatient to live?"

The warriors of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty mainly practiced swordsmanship and focused on killing. Compared with other countries, their martial arts strength is even stronger. Now the third brother did not draw his sword, but this claw method was sharp and unpredictable. It was easy for the three-level innate to fight the half-step innate.

"Don't know how to live or die!"

Facing this seemingly sharp claw, Ye Feng just said four words coldly.

Without dodging or avoiding, he also punched out.

Bang...

There was a loud noise.

"My hand!"

The next moment, the skinny young man screamed like a pig being slaughtered, and the entire fist was broken, and the bones of the fingers were all bloody.

Ye Feng just threw a punch casually, without even using the martial arts true qi, but only using the strength of his body.

At this moment, Ye Feng's internal strength almost reached the limit of his body, with a strength of nearly 20,000 pounds, coupled with fast movements, a punch thrown casually has great destructive power. How can it be compared with a hairy hand and claw of a congenital third-level warrior?

Holding his injured right hand, the skinny young man subconsciously stepped back, looking at Ye Feng with endless resentment in his eyes.

I underestimated the enemy.

It's damnable to be plotted against by this half-step congenital kid.

Five finger bones of the right hand were broken, and he couldn't hold the sword in a short time. For a swordsman, such an injury is simply fatal.

"Damn it!"

Peng Yue began to look at Ye Feng squarely. He could defeat a congenital third-level opponent with a casual punch, which was worthy of his attention.

"Third brother, you go down to heal your wounds. Second brother, you go and capture that girl. I'll deal with this guy myself."

Peng Yue's body shook slightly, and a golden long sword appeared in his hand. Then he attacked directly, and a dark golden sword light attacked Ye Feng.

This is the most conservative way to play.

Even if this kid has the strength to fight him, as long as he catches that girl, is he afraid that he won't kneel down and kowtow?

At that time, he must get back his money with interest.

Ye Feng was shocked when he heard him make such an arrangement.

The process of taming beasts is very strict. You must fully infiltrate your spirit into the monster's mind. In a short period of time, you will lose all perception of the outside world. Especially Tang Chuxue has reached the critical moment of taming the wind-chasing leopard, and she is fully committed to it. She seems to be unaware that a battle has broken out on the scene.

"The stinky boy can't save himself, let me see how you can save her?"

Li Qingyuan glanced at him triumphantly and ran towards Tang Chuxue.

But he had just taken two steps, and Ye Feng had dodged the attack of the golden sword. With a flick of his wrist, a monster that was larger than the wind-chasing leopard and more powerful suddenly appeared. The majestic and tall Fiery Lion King, like a loyal guard, stood by Tang Chuxue.

A Xuan-level upper-grade monster!!

At this moment, Peng Yue and the other two finally showed an extremely horrified expression.

How could he have a war pet of this grade?

This was unexpected.

No one thought that a half-step innate kid could actually tame a Xuan-level monster, and a Fiery Lion King whose combat power was among the best among the Xuan-level upper-grade monsters.

If they had known that he had such a war pet, the three might not have dared to think of fighting with them.

But now, it was difficult to get off the tiger.

"Boy!" Peng Yue looked at Ye Feng and shouted angrily: "Don't think you can be arrogant just because you have a demon beast. I am at the fifth level of Xiantian, and the sword in my hand is a mid-level spiritual weapon of the Xuan level. In front of me, you are just an ant."

The sword is the best of all weapons, and the attack power of sword cultivators is more terrifying than other weapons.

What makes Ye Feng even more afraid is that the golden sword in Peng Yue's hand, the sword light it inspires is indeed several times sharper than ordinary yellow-level spiritual weapons.

Ye Feng estimated that although Peng Yue, who has such a sharp weapon in his hand, is at the fifth level of Xiantian, his real combat power is definitely comparable to that of a strong man at the seventh or even eighth level of Xiantian.

Such a person is probably difficult for him to match, because the difference in cultivation between the two is too big.

However, his goal is not to defeat them all alone. As long as he persists until Tang Chuxue finishes taming the beast, it will not be difficult to deal with Peng Yue and the other two.

"Go ahead, don't let him delay."

Peng Yue seemed to see through Ye Feng's heart and issued an attack order. He did not give Ye Feng a chance to delay. The golden sword energy gushed out directly from the tip of the sword, turning into a dark golden sword light, slashing towards Ye Feng.

At the moment the sword light was emitted, Ye Feng felt a strong threat.

The sword light this man triggered was fast and fierce, and it was difficult to defend and dodge.

As expected of the sword genius of the Eastern Zhou Empire, even warriors of the same level as him rarely escaped unscathed from this sword.