Chapter 22: No Face

"Little waste, you are really different?" A fat figure slowly turned out from the woods not far away, with a sneer on his face, staring at Ye Feng in front of him. Si Tu

"Zhao Tianle?" A strange color flashed in Ye Feng's eyes.

The stalker behind him turned out to be Zhao Tianle?

It turned out that Zhao Tianle was scolded by the owner of the manor, and planned to invite Zhang back early this morning. Unexpectedly, he accidentally saw Ye Feng entering Fangshi Street and selling medicinal materials in "Baicaolu". He was not an idiot. After thinking about what happened before and after, he guessed that Ye Feng might be hiding a big secret, so he followed him secretly regardless of his identity.

"Little waste, where is Zhao Hang? Where are Zhao Huo and Zhao Yong? And how did you get those spiritual medicines! Tell me the truth, and this deacon might consider sparing your life!"

Zhao Hang has disappeared for many days, and Zhao Huo and Zhao Yong are nowhere to be seen. The disappearance of these people is related to Ye Feng. If Ye Feng really has a secret, perhaps these three people have...

His face turned black, and a haze was cast.

However, Zhao Tianle did not associate the strange thing of "Condensation Powder" failing to work with Ye Feng, after all, it was too incredible.

"Deacon, you seem to miss them very much?"

Facing the expression on the other party's face, Ye Feng did not comment, and a faint smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

"Bold!"

Yin...

Zhao Tianle snorted coldly, danced with the long sword, and stabbed out with a sword.

The three-foot-long sword was like a dragon out of the sea, piercing Ye Feng's chest with a sharp sound, as fast as lightning.

There is no doubt that he had no patience to continue talking to Ye Feng. For Zhao Tianle, as long as Ye Feng was taken down, no matter how many secrets he had, he would have to tell them all.

If it was Ye Feng before yesterday, he might have been really flustered when facing Zhao Tianle's sword, and it was possible that his legs would be cut off by him.

But at this moment, Ye Feng was no longer a Wuxia Amon.

"The momentum is good, but unfortunately, the speed is too slow!"

He shook his head, his figure flashed, leaving a faint afterimage and dodged the sword.

"Blood exchange realm?"

Zhao Tianle's pupils shrank.

"Little waste, I didn't expect you to advance to the blood exchange realm. Then this deacon will never let you go. Today, you can't escape death." He circulated his internal energy, stomped his feet suddenly, and flew out like a sharp arrow, and the sword shadows in the sky shot towards Ye Feng.

When this sword was used, the sword shadows completely blocked Ye Feng's retreat.

"My 'Sword Shadow Magic Dance' is a yellow-level mid-grade martial art. Let's see how you can dodge it?" Zhao Tianle sneered.

Tsk!

The air was instantly pierced, and the white sword shadows overlapped and blocked the void.

"Break it for me!"

Ye Feng showed a trace of sneer, and punched out with both fists in succession. The powerful fists hit the sword shadows, and all the sword lights in the sky were shattered with a crushing force.

Boom!

The sound of air bursting continued to sound, and the strong energy rolled in all directions, with flying sand and rocks.

"How is it possible? Although I only used 70% to 80% of my strength, it is not something that a rubbish who has just entered the blood exchange realm can easily resist."

Zhao Tianle's face changed and began to take it seriously.

How could he know that Ye Feng's "Hundred Beast King Fist" was a mysterious-level fist martial art, especially that Ye Feng had practiced the first move to the small success realm, and because the Eternal Evergreen Vein had swallowed a lot of spiritual medicines, Ye Feng was stronger than Zhao Tianle in both strength and speed.

"Take another blow from me! Sword light is like a meteor!"

This time Zhao Tianle used all his strength and flew up.

The dazzling sword light cut through the air, like a meteor shooting down to the earth, a majestic blood energy mixed in the sword light, the momentum was like a rainbow.

"Barbarian bull crouch down!"

Ye Feng turned suddenly and punched Zhao Tianle's head from top to bottom, with fast speed and strong power, making it hard to defend.

Zhao Tianle was shocked, and felt like he was drilling under Ye Feng's fist. This punch made a whirring sound and was full of power. Even if he could penetrate Ye Feng's body with one sword, he would definitely be hit in the head by his punch.

Damn it, who am I, and who is Ye Feng?

Why should I die with him?

He withdrew his offensive, turned the stab into defense, and raised his sword to block Ye Feng's fist.

Ye Feng showed a sneer on his face. He punched from the sky, crushing everything in his way. With a crisp sound, the long sword in Zhao Tianle's hand was smashed into two pieces by Ye Feng's fist, like a rotten wood.

Puff...

This punch not only broke the sword, but also left a residual force, fiercely scraping Zhao Tianle's shoulder. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough and tilted his head at the critical moment, the broken sword in his hand might have cut off his own neck.

"Ah... How could you be so strong? And what moves did you use just now?"

With a shrill scream, Zhao Tianle was directly pressed to his knees by the vast power, and the rocks on the ground were shattered.

He used the peak of the blood exchange realm to draw the sword and perform the middle-grade yellow-level martial arts to deal with the bare-handed Ye Feng. He never thought that he would be easily defeated by Ye Feng and suffered heavy injuries.

"Zhao Tianle, your days of evil are over. I will send you to see Zhao Huo and the others..." Ye Feng's tone was cold and solemn.

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect you to be so tolerant. I, Zhao Tianle, regret not killing you in the bud." Zhao Tianle raised his head reluctantly, his eyes emitting endless hatred.

The conflict between the two was irreconcilable. When Ye Feng came to this strange world, the first person he must kill was Zhao Tianle.

Ye Feng would never let him go. He shook his fist and was about to hit him on the top of his head.

With this punch, not to mention a person's head, even a piece of bluestone would surely be shattered into pieces, but at this moment, a loud shout came from not far away, "Wait!"

"Ye Feng, Zhao Tianle is certainly wrong, but his surname is Zhao, and he is the steward of my Zhao family. You, can't kill him!"

A figure appeared, with a face full of arrogance. Even when he was pleading for Zhao Tianle, his voice was full of finality.

Of course Ye Feng knew this person, it was the young master Zhao Lun.

Because they were about the same age, Zhao Lun and Ye Feng were childhood playmates, but since Ye Tian disappeared and Zhao Dapeng took power, their relationship faded. In recent years, Zhao Lun has become a high-ranking young master. He usually doesn't even pay attention to Ye Feng. He even pretended not to see it when he saw people from the Zhao family beating and humiliating Ye Feng a few times.

If there was no connivance of Zhao Lun and his son behind him, how could the people of the Zhao family bully Ye Feng so unscrupulously?

"Why?" Ye Feng looked at Zhao Lun and said almost word by word.

Zhao Lun's face tightened and his expression was a little dull. He obviously didn't think that "Ye Feng would not give face". Then, he saw Ye Feng kick Zhao Tianle in the chest and kicked him directly into the air.

"I can't relieve the hatred in my heart even if I kill this man a hundred times!"

With a loud shout, Ye Feng raised his palm and attacked continuously!