Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 1007 1007: Ignored

At present, Zhang Zhengxian doesn't need any attempts. He just starts with these grand skills. He attacks using this method, completely ignoring Ye Fengsheng's defense. So, he can see how confident he is!

"Prince Zhang, be careful! This door has many evil ways. My three young teachers and young brothers are energized, getting closer to their bodies by half a meter. They were shaken by this evil way. Now, life and death need not concern you!"

Suddenly, in the crowd, Nai Zhuangyuan shouted loudly. After putting on Zhang Zhengxian's clothes, Yu Guang saw three blood-soaked pieces of flesh lying behind Ye Fengsheng on the mountain path. He was shocked. He immediately regained his strength. Han Sheng stomped on the local face with a series of giant conch shells and stopped one meter away from Ye Fengsheng.

How could he look back at the crowd in fury at Nie Yuan, feeling embarrassed for a while, wanting to bury his head in the ground seam!

Why didn't you tell us earlier? When I couldn't let go, I came to you like this. Are you sick or what?

If this were normal, I believe I wouldn't take your ghost seriously. This teacher and uncle might kill me. When I see these three bloody bodies, how could I give up?

At that moment, tens of millions of alpacas roared, immersing into this kind heart.

Should the charge be switched?

Behind him, people stared at the ghost.

Just now, time was too fast, they didn't notice how Ye Fengsheng knocked down the three masters of the Xingyi Sect. Now, hearing Nai Yuanyi's words, and recalling what he said mid-mountain, Ye Fengsheng waved his hand and killed this Martial Arts Madman, immediately feeling a bit hairy.

Is it true?

Did Zhang Zhengxian make a good friend? Lu Ziyuan immediately came to the northeast side of Zhuang Yuan and asked.

Take it seriously!

No, Zhuang Yuan nodded forcefully: "Just for a moment, a violent wind appeared from the sky, directly lifting my few teachers and brothers. So far, life and death don't need you, and I was hit by Hurricane Ball, which would be a mess!"

He wasn't stupid; he seized this opportunity to excuse his previous failure, trying to preserve his reputation in the Xingyi Sect.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Zhang Zhengxian, shirtless, started to cover up his embarrassment. Zhang Zhengxian returned, full of anger: "This son is really strange, using hidden weapons or other tactics?"

Just now, he was ready to kill Ye Fengsheng. He heard these words; every day would have a strong breath. At that moment, his face turned a little red, his forehead was blue, and his veins bulged. He looked very humane.

He showed anger in his heart. Zhang Zhengxian was ready to face his predicament with Nai Zhuangyuan. He didn't think a cold voice suddenly came from behind him.

"He said, do you believe?"

His neck stiffened. He slowly moved his head. Bit by bit, he turned his head. Yesterday, the source of Ye Fengsheng's voice was there when he found Ye Fengsheng standing within arm's distance behind him. Now his face was fully straightened.

For some unknown reason, he was being stared at by Ye Fengsheng's cold eyes. He felt chill from head to toe, muscles faintly aching, starting to twitch.

Behind him, a group of monks, including Lu Ziyuan, in this turning moment, seemed to have encountered a fierce Bali's Flood. In a blink, they distanced themselves from Zhang Zhengxian, leaving him alone in front of Ye Fengsheng.

"He said, do you believe?"

Ye Fengsheng's voice was cold; his eyes were indifferent, able to see through the Zhang Zhengxian in front of him: "If he said you are dead, would you turn into a corpse at once?"

Anyway, after fighting a hundred battles, Zhang Zhengxian glared at him, immediately pushing himself out of his mind, starting to shout angrily: "I don't believe you really know how to demonize the law!"

Call me to lift my head, push on the ground. In this tremor, my body retreated three steps midair. After distancing himself from Ye Fengsheng, he unleashed a fierce talent.

Unlike before, this time his feet had deeply embedded themselves in the green stone slabs on the ground!

He took a deep breath, his chest bulging, followed by a loud bang; the location at his feet immediately cracked two huge depressions! Unused

Looking at his body, blue-purple meridians coiled like my dragon. Looking down, you can even clearly see the rapid blood infiltration and skin folding due to speed.

Just right here, people behind him couldn't help but breathe in the bath air, staring at him.

They couldn't imagine that one of the eight great figures, Zhang Zhengxian, had reached such a level! In this realm, most martial artists have gained inside news. Of course, they know very well that such strength cannot be achieved by martial artists with greater inner power!

"Has Prince Zhang reached the top of the stick?"

Someone suddenly spoke, and loudly.

Ye Fengsheng's voice didn't lift his eyelids, standing at the repaired place, his mouth didn't move until the air hit a strand of his hair.

Yes, his mouth moved, spitting for five minutes:

"Boiling."

Then, as if a strong air vanished in these light drinks instantly, leaving no trace, as if blown by the wind, charred paper becomes dust, turning into dust in public eyes, then disappearing into the eyes.

On the other hand, Zhang Zhengxian brought a huge fist wind, like a thousand drops of water drops, but now he trembles after that soft drink, dancing as if a new version of a puppet, hung by a transparent string, flying towards the sky until it hit the past.

Prosperity!

Soon, Zheng Xian fell straight from half-space, fiercely hitting the blue stone slab below, splashing fragments in the air, and his body, matching continuous fracture sounds, ate like fireworks, making sure to make everyone around creeped out!

Along with him, Luo Hao looked pale, hands wrapped around dead clothes, his face no longer having the original beauty.

The internal bar owner already being a world-class master, his internal power is greater than the backlash of these sects. Zhang Zhengxian is the most outstanding discipline in nearly a hundred years. In his early thirties, he has already crossed the threshold of greater inner power, heading to the peak. It seems he has no strength after now. Only until now, he surpassed the inner. Strong power, barely hit by Wei Hehe, has already made a huge change in this martial arts gap and won the first prize.

Even if everyone saw that punch, their hearts would internally confirm that the most outstanding person owing to Wudao this time is Zhang Zhengxian!

Eighth, Zhang Zhengxian took this long to establish powerfulness. What I do is mine!

How could I imagine that these sounds appearing in the name of emperor, favoring Zhang Zhengxian of the Martial Arts? Today, they would be defeated by a young man in his twenties!

And without moving a punch or kick, just a true word, people were ruined!

Too exaggerated! If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, others can't believe thousands of words!

Now seeing Ye Feng regain his silent voice, everyone held their breath, not daring to breathe even the greatest atmosphere, fearing this strangeness would make themselves walk into Zhang Zhengxian's arrogance. If so, it would be too suffocating!