Chapter 60: Proud and Unyielding

Ye Feng clenched his fists, and his heart unconsciously became cold. Si Tu Reading 520 Official Website

"Since I can get to this point, I have the determination to continue to grow. I hope to give me this opportunity." Ye Feng said firmly, "As long as I can join Feiyun Sect, Ye Feng will work hard!"

"Efforts are useless. With such talent, everything is destined. Ye Feng, you are a complete waste!" Liu Qingshan shouted on the side.

He lost the qualification for the assessment by attacking Ye Feng, so he naturally sneered at this time, wishing to step on Ye Feng and crush him.

Ye Feng ignored him, and didn't even look at Liu Qingshan.

This move caused Liu Qingshan to be furious again.

"If a waste of a martial vein can enter my sect, my Feiyun Sect will inevitably be ridiculed by other sects in the county. Ye Feng, your talent is too low, this elder... deprive you of your quota."

Hu Daotong spoke coldly and made a decision.

This did not cause much fluctuation, and a group of innate masters nodded slightly.

"It's trash. With only one martial vein, there is no hope of advancing to the innate level for life. What's the use of being strong in the warrior stage? If you meet an innate master, you can kill ten people in one move."

Looking at the cold eyes of the people on and off the stage, Ye Feng sneered in his heart: "Everything is judged by martial veins? These people are really snobbish!"

Okay, okay.

In this case, he didn't want to waste his breath.

"Wait!"

When Ye Feng turned around and was about to leave, suddenly, a clear voice sounded on the high platform, and a beautiful figure walked over.

"Ye Feng, Mr. Ye, my fairy is still missing a boy holding a sword. I wonder if you are interested?" The woman who spoke was holding a sword in her hand. She was the maid who came with Fairy Zhen of Qingyu Mountain.

When she said this, she naturally represented Zhen Wan's meaning.

"Boom..."

The stage and the audience immediately exploded again.

Who would have thought that Ye Feng was so lucky. A waste with only one martial vein could actually get the favor of Fairy Zhen?

Although he is just a boy holding a sword, he is one of us. He is willing to stay by Fairy Zhen's side and be taught by her. Not to mention the outer disciples of Feiyun Sect, he is willing to be exchanged for the inner disciples.

For a moment, everyone's eyes, including Liu Qingshan, were red, and several innate masters swallowed their saliva.

Under the gaze of "envy, jealousy and hatred", Ye Feng turned back.

Looking at Fairy Zhen on the high platform, he said coldly: "Thank you for your kindness!"

"People have pride, I have pride, I, Ye Feng, a man of integrity, how can I live under someone else's roof and be a slave?"

"If you don't stay here, there will be other places for you. One day, I, Ye Feng, will make you Hu Daotong and make you Feiyun Sect out of reach. Goodbye!"

Turned and left, leaving only a stubborn back.

Today you ignore me, in time, I will make you out of reach!

Fairy Zhen showed a trace of admiration, and nodded at Ye Feng's back.

If this boy's talent was not so low, I would take him to Qingyu Mountain.

What a pity...

"Hmph, what a big tone."

Hu Daotong, who was standing beside him, choked out a few words, and snorted coldly.

The last few words Ye Feng said made Elder Hu very angry.

"A piece of trash from a martial vein, do you really think you are a dish? There are a lot of people in my Feiyun Sect who are thousands of times stronger than you, and you dare to be so arrogant in front of this elder?"

"If Fairy Zhen hadn't been here, how could I let you roar and leave freely?"

A strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes...

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On the mountain road, Ye Feng ran towards Zhaojiazhuang without stopping.

The matter of Feiyun Sect was over.

Even he himself did not expect such an ending. At this moment, Ye Feng wanted to return to Zhaojiazhuang, take Hua Ling, leave this place, and find the whereabouts of his father Ye Tian.

This trip to Bali City, although Zhao Dapeng and Zhao Lun, father and son, were dealt with, and the harvest was not shallow, but at the same time, it also caused grievances with the Liu and Wang families among the three major families.

According to the experience of two lives, Ye Feng felt that those so-called martial arts families would not let him go easily.

Especially since he failed to become a disciple of the sect, he was like a rootless duckweed to the family. He slapped their faces nakedly, and even made Liu Qingshan, a favorite to win the championship, disqualified from the assessment because of him. I believe they will not swallow this breath easily.

This situation is the same as offending some second-generation officials and rich second-generations in the future.

If you have a promising future, people will not dare to continue to trouble you, but if you can't make a name for yourself, those who feel that they have been embarrassed will definitely retaliate.

As the horse galloped, it was getting farther and farther away from Bali City, but Ye Feng's vigilance in his heart did not relax.

There is only one way back to Zhaojiazhuang.

The mountain road ahead is narrow, with dark bushes on both sides, and you can't see the end at a glance.

Ye Feng crouched very low on horseback, his eyes focused. Even while galloping, he could still see any potential dangers within a hundred meters around him.

Suddenly, he pressed his arms on the saddle, turned over like a kite, and shot his body into the sky.

Driven by inertia, the horse continued to run forward.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

There were strange noises on both sides of the mountain road. More than a dozen sharp arrows covered almost all angles, and hit the galloping horse in an instant. After a long neigh, the horse fell to the ground.

In mid-air, Ye Feng shook the short iron stick in his hand, and several flying arrows were knocked away one by one.

Ye Feng, who landed, looked at the woods in front of him, with a hint of sarcasm on his face.

"Xiao Xiao, all of you, Ye Feng, get out!"

Standing on the mountain road, Ye Feng's true energy protected his whole body, and a white light shield appeared with him as the center, covering the whole person.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Four masked men in black jumped out on both sides of the road.

"Kill!"

The four men in black didn't say a word. After locking the target, they each drew their weapons.

The short iron stick was swung again, making a whistling sound, blocking the four men outside.

"Don't be afraid, at most you'll get hit. This rotten iron stick won't kill you!"

The leader of the black-clad men saw that the weapon in Ye Feng's hand was just a stick that looked like neither a stick nor a knife. After shouting, he rushed towards Ye Feng first.

Bang!

Ye Feng's figure flashed past, avoiding the attack of the black-clad boss, and then he hit one of the remaining three with a stick.

The man was knocked out without even a groan, and lay on the ground motionless.

The others were shocked, but these few people were extremely fierce. Seeing this scene, they not only did not retreat, but completely aroused their ferocity.

"Brothers, go, hack him to death!"

The black-clad boss smiled grimly and called his companions forward, with a desperate posture that was completely regardless of life and death.

"Dream on!"

Ye Feng smiled coldly. Since the other party didn't want to die, there was no need for him to be polite.