Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 1000 1000: Mockery

"Moreover, she is a woman who doesn't seek renowned masters. She has a son beside her, and there's no need to look for a teacher by others' standards. What about you?"

Here, a remarkable person disdainfully raised their chin: "You want to mix others' numbers together; how can you compare photos?"

"Only when someone has great talent and ability can they receive advice from a famous teacher. Aren't you just fishing in the water on the mountain, or are you?"

Ye Fengsheng couldn't be bothered to say such things. She opened her mouth and asked the man with the radiant face: "Is this to say that I can't go up the mountain?"

"Of course, of course!"

The great man pointed to the person behind the dryer noise and said: "If you can't go in, does it seem unfair for me to let you go up the mountain?"

Ye Feng's voice and eyes stiffened a bit: "Not letting me go up the mountain?"

"Let it go," the great man quickly said, "Don't come here and bow, drive fast back home, and dare to repeat it again, I don't recognize you, and my fists don't recognize you."

"Ancestor."

Lin Dongqing opened his mouth, noticing Ye Feng's voice and eyes changing. He hesitated for a few minutes in his speech, saying: "The obstacle's identification is much higher than mine. Please feel free to go, let him go..."

"Less trouble!"

A great man looked at Lin Dongqing and said: "Who is as weak as him? He dares to court love, deceiving me. With this, don't come to my mind's gate. Go up the mountain somewhere else!"

People accustomed to martial arts most fear falsehood, there's no need to cheat. Now, Lin Dongqing's viewpoint clearly does not convince others. On the contrary, he wears a "cheat" hat in basketball. Even if he is talented, no one will accept him.

"Don't tell me I'm mocking you."

Ye Feng's voice was faint, his words cold: "If you disturb me, I'll go up the mountain to find people. I only give you three seconds to protect me now. In three seconds, one punch is life and death."

"One."

It seemed he heard a big laugh when the great man's companions clumsily looked at each other, seeing absurdity in each other's eyes.

"Two."

Hearing this number, the tall man's face turned hard: "Child, you dare to shame me in front of everyone! When you seek your path, I will kill you alive today!"

"Three."

"What a bastard!"

Finally, before Feng Sheng's shouting started, the great man had already started to swing his big fist in the stewpot, hitting hard at Ye Fengsheng's temple.

His fist was surrounded by a circle of transparent poison gas. Watching it, he was angry with those words. He said he would kill Ye Fengling without saying he was hanging.

When the wind blew, the audience at the table saw this, their eyes staring at the movie for a few minutes.

It's hard to see a coward in the inner circle, but now it's hard to meet him. From him starting, like Ye Fengsheng's spirit, who is so unhappy, he found a way to die in a place where others care about his life and death?

Only Lin Dongqing coldly sneered with a big mouth, revealing the unfortunate paleness, then lowered his head, reluctantly dying.

Ye Feng did not move his eyelids, then he blew, gently hitting his head against the aligned big man, softly blowing towards someone close to his eyes.

The situation briefly reversed, as the person who should have come forth with this blow remained stationary in the recovery zone, while the person swinging the fist, like throwing rotten meat into water, spun like my gyroscope in the air. After stamping a bloodstain, like a stringless puppet, he forcefully bounced off the wall, smoothly passing through a steep cliff, stirring rubble, with a wail of distance, never feeling halfway again.

The birds quieted for a moment. When people diverted their gaze from an unknown person, they all lowered their heads, looking at a small hand and foot, a faint voice of Ye Feng, seemingly unable to be blown away from the wind for a time.

How can such a small body possess such great strength?

Don't tell me these people are not our senior figures hidden in this faction?

What kind of world do we discuss that educates our talents with human resources?

Fearing to eat the heart, wanting to turn back, people pat their tongues but dare not utter a word.

"Can I go now?"

Upon hearing Lin Dongqing's words, the two formally entered Mang Mountain. Compared to a turf at the mountain's foot, this mountain is now very quiet. They only saw a pair of middle-aged people scattered along the road, more of them sanitation workers, maintaining Mang Mountain's cleanliness. We can see from this that the world can play a role.

This is why Ye Fengsheng's core is becoming stranger. In this place, few people encountered the incident on Fang Du, who lost the founding monk of the purple treasure.

Of course, whether it was accidentally lost or intentional, it is unclear if Ye Feng's voice is a dusty expression. Ye Feng's voice doesn't know how a good friend grew together. The only way is to see what happens, if they can bring people back.

Halfway up the mountain, there's a large mansion, like a ring mountain blocking the front road. Looking at this, if you want to go up the mountain, you have to pass through this mansion.

Mang Mountain is a very large mountain, pulling out such a big house halfway up is not a small handwriting, but a small house built by the Qiu Family from Linjiang Mountain.

However, under such a large pen, the house's red door is open, unattended. It looks like an abandoned house for so long.

"Senior brother, does it feel a bit strange here?"

Just as the two were about to enter the door, Lin suddenly stopped and explained: "Why is there no one in the house on this mountain?"

Ye Feng quietly smiled, preparing to say something. He felt a strong vibration in the backyard and said, "No one. Those practicing martial arts have irritable tempers, but they're worried the border is fighting in the backyard."

"Fighting!"

I wonder if Lin Dongqing would experimentally watch the Phoenix sound, then said: "Ancestor, shall we take a look at this?"

The words were careful, but the curiosity burning in his eyes had already revealed his thoughts.

"Let's go."

Ye Fengsheng said: "This mansion is on the mountain. If you want to go up the mountain, you still have to go through the house."

Excitedly, they walked, heading directly for the backyard behind the house, stopping in Lin Dongqing's embarrassment, in the dog pit, waiting for Ye Feng's jogging voice to come.

It's bad again in a different way!

A shock in his heart, Lin Dongqing smiled and said: "Mr. Ye, I was too excited, not wanting to come back to ask their contradiction, don't take it seriously."

Lin Dongqing's failure and response were at that time, otherwise if they actively sought help from Ye Fengsheng to eliminate this war, the result was escaped one by one, leaving the great God Ye Fengsheng one after another fleeing in panic. Unthinkable!

"Fortunately, Ye Fengsheng didn't care about this." You go first, I'll come later."

Can you believe it? Lin Dongqing knew the toilet paper was right behind Ye Feng's spirit, having absorbed all kinds of emotions in his heart. He didn't dare to publicly show up again.

The distant sound of people's voices drew closer. It is a muffled sound of fists colliding, hitting two people's ears, then appearing in their sight. It is a team of warriors in robes, a short one holding a large mouth looking at the wall, pointing at two warriors' fingers, this is a sweet and intense fight. Language is filled with strong differences. Mix it up.